As some of you know I'm an author (Some stories are NSFW/18+)

[Domino 3,168]

1st is a short story I wrote for a story writing contest last year which had to be 1800 words or less - though they do accept 10 over, mine was 1804. I didnt get anywhere but then 10,000 or so entries with only one prize, it wasn't really ever going to happen. I'll add more/write more in the coming weeks and months, but whilst Gone is fairly clean, I write a lot of smut/porn/rape and very dark stories, so it's not suitable for under 18s, at work, or those who are easily offended.

 

Probably has typos, issues and might not make total sense, I write them on my phone in 20 minute chunks, so expect continuity errors til I bother to read back through and correct stuff. 

 

Gone -  Romantic Heartbreaker

If I was to choose my death, I know it would be for those I love. I'd easily end it all, that last release to know that someone I cared for could continue. No, not someone, him. To ensure his eyes didn't dim, bright blue and piercing; providing so much warmth for a colour so close to ice. To prolong the beating heart and pulsing blood, to allow another smile to grace his lips. Yes, for him I could die. Not that I get a lot of choice in the matter, but had there been another option, I could never walk another route but this.

 

A thousand memories fluttered through my blinking eyelids. I wondered how many would pass me by, how many he'd remember when I was gone. I placed my hand on my chest, feeling my heart. My mind pulled me back to the last morning with him, lying with my head on his chest listening to that precious sound that meant he was still warm and functioning. That within him was the ability to love and care for others so strongly.

 

I thought of him now. For the first time physically so close yet mentally so distant. His intelligence and outlook on life was the thing that attracted me to him in the first place, to watch him being forced to breathe through a machine, unmoving, it's like the life was gone from him.

 

It had taken a matter of minutes from this sight to make my choice. I couldn't bring myself to walk away and not try. The odds were against me but I had to see if I could save him. Organ failure. Something so simple to bring down this majestic towering grace of a man. He'd come close to death in many ways, mostly through reckless endangerment. A man completely hell bent on living life to the fullest he possibly can. To be thwarted by something this simple? Over my dead body. Quite literally in fact.

 

The dialysis was nearing completion. I feared him waking before I died. I'm sure he wouldn't take it well at all to know id die for him. Ever the gentleman he'd never allow this to have occurred. It was simple though in my head. I took the test. I was a match. I had two fully functioning kidneys, he didn't. Simple maths. I could save him. So I did.

 

They'd kept him in a coma for 2 days post op. His body wasn't reacting perfectly to the new organ at first. The doctors assured me that he was progressing well to the treatment that would prevent his body destroying the foreign object. Tomorrow he'd wake to a world id no longer be in.

 

In the space of a week I'd gone from a perfectly healthy body to dying. One of my kidneys still functioned perfectly. It was just no longer in my body. I'd told them not to bother adding me to the list of people searching for donors. They did it anyway. I already knew it was too late, yet I wasn't bothered, choices made are far easier than ones that aren't. All you have to do is find strength to progress down paths chosen, the illusion of choice is the challenge.

 

I slid off my bed and moved across to his, pulling my IV drip with me. I carefully moved his arm and lay down on his bed, my body curled against him, my head on his chest, listening for his heart. The gentle thumping made me smile, I even thought I felt it increase slightly. We lay like this as night fell and the room darkened. Rain began to fall against the open window, the last rays of sunlight making them shine. He has a habit of missing sun rises and sets. I smile to myself then suddenly start, his finger twitched. I sit and slide off the bed, clasping his fingers with both my hands. I call his name a few times and finally his eyes open. I suck in a breath. Yes, those eyes I'd die for. The smile, the voice. It was heavenly.

 

For the next 8 hours, we sit, we lie. Slipping between silence and speech, wakefulness and dozing. It'd taken me the better part of the first hour to tell him the truth. I couldn't lie, not to him. The rest of the time we spoke of less painful topics, of happy memories, of his promise to never forget me. At 3:42 the pain started. I closes my eyes, remembering his. The perfect face, thin sexy body. The way he walks, talks. My decision was correct. This was the one person worth dying for. There would be no self doubt or welling over this. The last thing I remember is him whispering 'I'll always have a part of you with me'. At 4:17 pain rids me of my consciousness and I succumb to the black.

 

I guess I was dreaming, I felt like I was under water, yet had no issues breathing, just light, bodiless. There were bright lights above the surface, they seem to twinkle above me as if stars, calling to me. Suspended here though I had no desire to join then, to even move. I waited, in this nothingness, and for the first time thought of the reality of my undoing. This was surely death, yet I'd not even given the end of my life much thought.

 

I gave myself time to reflect, to find that inner peace. I recalled my parents faces, my siblings, my niece and nephew, my friends. All those I love. I thought of the reasons why I loved them. My mothers strength of character, her compassion. My fathers artistic flair, his love of technology. Traits they passed in a small way into me.

 

The lights above me start to dim, the water is getting darker now, i feel my heart rate increase, I move my arms, pulling myself towards the surface. It's brighter the higher I go, but I struggle to continue to move. Every stroke becomes agony to my limbs, my muscles screaming in protest. The ability to breathe, to blink becomes a taxing task. The soft glow above me, I can see more clearly now, the colour of ice, yet inviting and warm. Giving me reason to continue the almost futile task at hand.

 

I break the surface gasping for air, suddenly finding a requirement to breathe with lungs. It was midnight around me. The sky ink black, scattered with pale blue stars. Miles in all directions is nothing but open water. The longer I look, the more of nothing I see. The stars are moving rapidly across the sky, time losing meaning.

 

A gold ribbon appears on the horizon. The first strands of sunrise creeps into the sky, the stars are fading, their welcoming light shrinking away from the beams of golds and orange. An unnatural warmth spread across my face, and for the first time I felt alive.

 

I hear sound, my name being whispered as if from the fading stars, his voice I'd know anywhere, I try to respond but waves wash over me pulling me under. As I breach the surface and open my eyes. I'm greeted by white. All I can see is white. A gentle touch slides glasses onto my face, I blink, a white ceiling. How strange. I blink. Curtains. I blink again. He's there, sat a few feet from me waiting. "Welcome back." He whispers with a smile.

 

Several hours pass before I begin to process what has occurred. They'd found a donor. Car crash victim had been brought in to this very hospital. I now had a kidney in me. He'd sat by my bed for the better part of two days. After he was discharged he visited whenever he was permitted. No time was ever long enough with him. I treasured what I had though.

 

We spoke about pointless things, shared stories, opinions, spoke of the future. We didn't cross the line into discussing the reason why I was in hospital in the first place. We avoided the subject either intentionally or otherwise. Hours stretched to days. Time lost meaning as we explored each other's minds. Slowly my body recovered, my health regained. On the day of my discharge from hospital I sensed it was by design on his part, waiting for my health to fully recover before questioning me over my motives.

 

Out of the door, he walked me towards a small brightly coloured coffee shop, it was a sweet place, floral trimmed throws on the tables. I didn't even need to think to know his order, we knew each other well enough to not utter a word. Anticipation began to build in me, I knew the question was coming. "Well..." was all he had to say. My response was simple. "How could I not?" He smiled, pondering. I deflected his next questions with a simple sentence. "A world where you're no longer here isn't worth considering."

 

We drank tea in silence for a few minutes, the centre of the table feeling like a barrier between us. I nibbled on the edge of a cupcake, my appetite barely returned. He watched me for a few minutes then lay a hand across the table and I reached for it without hesitation. With the wall broken, we lapsed into easy conversation.

 

Hours passed, the sun moved slowly across the sky, as evening fell and the day drew to a close, I had no idea when I'd see him again, even if I'd see him again. All I knew for sure is that we'd carved ourselves in each other's hearts and minds. No matter where we'd tread on this planet, neither would forget the other.

He, with eyes the colour of ice, the type of person who would re-curve the very existence of someone, just by being in their lives. I on the other end of the spectrum, burnt with fire. Heat and passion, able to burn others around me, remould and change.

 

Through the time we'd known each other, my flames had touched him, changing patterns, loosening edges, breathing life into him, he had tamed the inferno in me, giving it direction, security, safety.

 

We departed on the next corner, I was heading south, he north, neither of us could tell if our paths would cross again, but it seems as if we were coiled, our lives intertwined, but never quite running together. I turn back, and smile as he's watching me walk away, a pang in my heart makes me realise that I love him, and that I always will. He will always be part of me, and now I can continue, content in the knowledge that fire and ice will both live on.

 

Untitled - 18+ - contains scenes of rape, violence, and female abuse. Pretty graphic and fucked up IMO - there is more to it just not got it off my phone yet.

My wrists and ankles are swollen and bruised, permanent indentations from the ropes that are bound there. I am starving; my stomach reinforces that with a gurgle.

 

The selection of the week is about to occur. The next group of girls are dragged into the square. Although I know of the horrors of being one of the chosen, the benefit from it is currently too great for me. I hold my head high, I hope to be noticed.

 

A single meal, that's what you get for your selection. That's currently the difference between life and death for me. I am not comfortable with the idea of death. I feel like there's a reason for me to be here, I’ve just have yet to discover it. The girls are bought on mass to the pit, this is where the kings advisors survey us. They choose ten girls. The chosen ones.

 

I look directly at one of the surveyors, dark hair and traditional black suit and black shirt. His eyes bore into mine and he knows I’m desperate. Desperation makes for a good attribute. Girls who are desperate will carry out any task required.

 

I know I'm in.

 

After a short deliberation, the names are called. The usual process. Screaming, crying, fighting to get away. I look at the guard who chose me, I nod. My life is now this and I’ve accepted it. We either walk to our fates with heads high and dignity remaining, or are dragged kicking and screaming. Most of the girls in here would tell you there’s no difference, but to me, it is everything

 

The meal consists of a slice of bread, a small block of cheese, a few strips of chicken and an apple. If I live through the latest chosen girls, I will live another few days on this food. I could survive another just the 12 hours. We are taken to the centre of the town. 10 posts are raised from the ground.

 

Most of the girls are already naked, those with clothes remaining see a flash of sliver blade, and they too are robbed of their remaining dignity. We are tied to the posts, legs spread and chained on each side of the post, arms over the top so we are permanently bent. 12 hours. I could survive. The crowds linger, they are observing. Making choices, placing bets.

 

As night descends, the men began creeping back out, to use and abuse the women they desire. I know full well from the scars on my body that they will bring knives again. We are their entertainment. They do as they please. And if we don’t like it, or resist, we die.

 

Of the 10 girls who enter the tribute circle, only eight ever return. Sometimes less if someone gets carried away. Each man that comes has a gold token. They place the token into the pillar of the girl he finds most worthy to live. The two with the least coins at the end of the night, are left on the pillars for the rest of the day. There are no rules this time. They are dead within the hour. The night is safer. They aren’t meant to kill us. Fatal wounding of the tributes in dark hours is punishable by death. Else they'd have little entertainment in the future.

 

I know that the average girls receives 16 tokens during her night. This is the number I am aiming for. The sickening sensation in my stomach to know that I have to attract 16 guys to rape and hurt me is as repulsive as it comes. Yet my desire to live is so strong I hold my meal down. This is my third selection. Several guys had used me twice in the time there, and I know I can count on tokens from at least three if they are still in the town.

 

My ponytail is then pulled from behind. I know that this is the starting, I have to not resist or struggle, to give them what they need in hope for a token. I feel a hand go around my neck from behind pulling me backwards, a flash of silver, and he presses the thin smooth blade to my neck.

 

I relax my shoulders, I know that it would be a very small chance of him actually ending my life right there, but the fear seeps through me I shiver, unable to control it, and I think this is what he's looking for. He wants to scare me, so I start to play this angle, wriggling against him as if to try and escape

 

The left hand with the knife pulls away and the right grabs onto my throat. Instead of pulling me  backwards like I expect he yanks me forward and my arms that had been resting on top of the pillar buckle under the unexpected movement.

 

My chest hits the top of the pillar with a sickening crack as he finally penetrates my body.

 

Another guy comes to me at this point, grabbing my hair forcefully, and bringing my mouth down over him as well. It doesn’t take either of them long to finish, both so hungry with desire to try out more of the offerings on display.

 

The next 15 minutes or so pass. No guy likes to go where anothers been straight away, so we at least get tiny breaks in between. The issue comes if someone ruins you too much before you've collected the coins you need, panic will set in around 3 am for those who still have no coins, or if you've not been touched in an hour.

 

I am thankful at this point for inheriting my mothers body, I am small and thin, and long months of living on the streets have given my skin a warm tan, which matches my brunette hair.

 

The hair itself is strong and thick, and in a pony tail is a nice attraction point for guys who wish to control.

 

And they all want control.

 

My musings are interrupted to a stabbing pain in my arm. I don't look at it, i just try and image it to be a small shallow cut. They like shallow cuts, no one likes looking at a lot of blood. Several hours pass. I have received 4 tokens for my work, and it's now 1 am. I know I am behind, and I start to worry. I know I have to up my game. I widen my legs and keep my mouth open. Within a few minutes I'd attracted the attention of a group of guys - four of them. This is when it gets dangerous, a group of drunk guys egging each other on, and the death of a girl has to be the result of one person, if it’s a group, it’s harder to prove.

 

Two stand before me, one with their fingers locked into my hair, forcing my mouth down over each of them in turn. I feel the head of their cocks hit the back of my throat making me gag each time, but I have to hold on. Another four tokens would sit me in a very high position for so early in the night.

 

One of the guys in front of me, forces me into him so hard I can’t breathe, I’m losing air but my hands aren’t free to fight off, there’s only two options; if I was to bite him id surely die, so I wait. I feel my eyes roll back into my head, and then nothing. When I wake, the clock on the wall says 4:23. I look down into the pillar and I have a hard time counting but I think I see 9 tokens.

 

My throat is killing me, it feels completely destroyed, and from the pain in the rest of my body it seems I’ve been violated anally as well while unconscious. I know that someone has taken to work on my torso and arms again too as I feel a layer of wet running down my arm where it touched the pillar.

 

It's little over an hour until sunrise, but I am barely functioning, I am not sure if the tokens i have are enough, and I’m not even sure if I have the number I thought. I am groggy and in terrible pain. The guy with the knife at the start is back before me. He cups my face in his hands, picking me up as high as I can go. He looks into my eyes. I am so distracted by this shocking behaviour my mind goes blank. I have a sudden realisation that maybe he cares for me, that he doesn’t want to hurt me.

 

Then a sudden stabbing pain in my hand makes me realise he just wanted to watch the reaction of pain in my eyes, as he cut the web of skin between my index and middle fingers. This is all too much for me at this point, and I heave and vomit.

 

It misses him, but he slogs me clean in the face, and the force makes my head whip to the right. Too exhausted and in pain to do anything else, I lay my broken beaten body to the pillar and pass out. The next thing I know, is the sound of the gong, morning has dawned.

 

The guards go to each pillar, and fish out the coins. Each then calls out the number in turn, I received 10. Not enough.

 

I start to panic, I needed 16 to be sure.

 

The circle continues round, Theres a 9. with 4 girls left, I know just one more low score is enough to live. The girl on the 7th podium has 11, 8th has 15, she must have done something right but judging from her long flowing curly blond hair and tiny pale body, i can see why they went for her. It looks like multiple men ejaculated into her face during the night. The 9th podium has 10 coins. It’s a draw between me and her. At a choice between letting 9 go free or 7, we know it's going to be 7. The 10th guard, i recognise him as the one who picked me, holds up just 7 coins.

 

The guard holding my coins unshackles my arms and legs and carries me to the hospital. We are prohibited from entering the circle again for 3 weeks now due to the requirement of recovery times. The winners are provided with a small amount of food and medical treatment, and a stamp on their hand with the date of their last entry.

 

As I stumble back out from the hospital into the street, the small weight of food in my bag as comforting as I’ll ever get. I know that my life has only just begun.

 

It took six days for the knife wounds to heal, slightly longer for my aching limbs to fully recover. I'd spent four of them lying in a ditch at the edge of a field. I likes ditches. This one in particular. It was far enough away from civilisation to be alone. I don't like people either. This ditch was deep enough for me to lie in and be below the culling wind. It was warm enough. I'd found an old torn rag, which was both serving as bedding and clothing for me now. I'd been careful with the food. I still had half left. Still, it was over two weeks before I could re-enter the selection and there's no guarantee id get selected again.

Day five. I found myself roaming towards the village again, mostly out of boredom, though if there was food thrown out anywhere, I might as well increase my inventory. That's when I saw him, the man who had selected me. I saw him watching me. This might be an opportunity for me to make some money or gain more food. I move slowly towards a side road. The narrow streets and building overhang left them dark by this time of day. I turned as I got to the entrance, he'd not moved but his eyes were still on me. It was illegal for a woman to sell her body, it however wasn't illegal for her to get raped, and food or money be left afterwards. Of course, there was nothing to stop men leaving you with nothing either but that's the chance you took.

I walked down about twenty paces and I hear a tread after me. Fear shoots through me as I realise, it might not be him following, it could be anyone behind me right now. This is a dead end. For all I know I'll be dead within a few minutes. Id rather know sooner or later though so I turn, relief spreads through me as I see it's him. This is short lived though, as I realise that even though I wanted him to follow me, I could still be in danger from him too.

He takes me by surprise when he speaks to me. "You're asking for trouble coming down here alone you know."

"Yes sir." I murmur back.

He walks to me and cups my face with his right hand, his thumb under my chin. He pulls my head up to look into his eyes. Deep brown, matching his dark hair and tanned skin. I suck in a breath trying to gage his intentions.

"I swear I should know your eyes." He says suddenly, and brings his left hand up to my face as well, fingers brushing a strand of hair from my eyes. I blink, then close my eyes. I feel his lips press to mine as his fingers latch to the back of my skull.

 

Cabin - Graphic rape scenes, 18+ 

She was running, long dark hair whipping across her face. Fleeting glances to the sides was all she dared to relent to, the trees were coming thick and fast and collision was likely. Heavy panting and twigs snapping were sure to give her position away even if he didn't have other methods to track her.

 

She'd been running as fast as the thick woods would allow for just over 15 minutes. It was a warm summer evening, the sun had only just began to sink into the horizon, and the lack of rain had left every littering on the forest floor dry as a bone. She slowed, recovering her breathing slightly. At little over 5 foot he had roughly a foot on her height, and with a much longer stride, physically fitter and trained to disappear into the environment, to watch, to seek. To find.

 

He was here, she knew it. Within a minutes walk in one direction or another. She slowed to a walk unable to continue at speed. Her side pulled and she was forced to double to to regain control. Those precious seconds wasted sent her heart racing in fear. He was closing in, she could feel it in the air.

 

A twig snapped a few paces behind her to the right, animal reflexes kicked in, driving her forward to the left, straight at a thick oak tree. Driving herself left further around the free, straight into the reaching arm of the man she'd fled.

 

She always classed herself as a smart girl, but this simple trick had her fooled. To break a twig wouldn't have taken much, a small stone thrown would do it, she's run straight to where he'd anticipated.

 

A smile played on his lips as he pulled her arms behind her back and bound them there, just a simple silk ribbon was a all that was needed. She couldn't outrun him with her arms free, she had no chance without.

 

The oak served another purpose as he pushed her against it. One hand against her throat, the other running fingers across the skin at the top of her skirt. He let his hand wander upwards feeling her satin skin, all the way up to the base of her bra. He smiled again and withdrew his hand. Temptation is so much better when you have to wait for more.

 

Although she'd been running a fair distance, she'd got disorientated in the woods and had run in a slight curve. He pulled her over his shoulder and headed towards the cabin knowing no one would hear her even if she did decide to scream.

 

Back in the cabin he threw her onto the sofa and bolted the door. Walking towards her in swift calculated steps, he pulled a small switch blade from his pocket and swiftly sliced through the thread attaching her shirt buttons. As one by one they fell away showing more and more of her porcelain skin, and in stark contrast, a black silk bra with white lace. Tiny bows adorned it at the centre and ends of the straps. It was delicate and girly yet struck as something that could be at home in the filthiest of porn movies. It was the perfect choice for a woman trying hard to hide a twisted nature from the world.

 

He ran his hand up the back of her neck, fingers running into her hair, he grabbed on and pulled and she let out an unwilling gasp, almost a moan. This was definitely a woman with secrets, and that enthralled him.

Keeping one hand firmly locked at the base of her scalp, he ran a finger over her lips, and pulled her jaw down, running his finger across her teeth, baiting her. Sure enough she moved swiftly attempting to bite his finger, resulting in her hair being pulled again. He tutted at her and shock his head, almost disappointed I'm the obvious attempt.

 

He bend forward, and with lips next to her ear, he whispered in a growl, "you'll learn to be a good girl before long, don't you worry."

 

He pulled away from her again, running his finger along the back of the knife, a smile once again playing on his lips.

The bright orange flow of the setting sun fell across the sofa, blinding her slightly. The stark contrast to the dark shadows where he was standing was unnerving her, making her heart beat faster.

 

He stepped forward into the light, fixated on her ice blue eyes, which against a backdrop of ivory skin and black hair seemed to physical pierce him. He suppressed a growl of desire as he sat beside her, one hand running up her back, to her neck, gripping gently, he pulled her forward until she was bent across his lap.

 

With arms bound tightly she had no ability to move from him, as he ran his fingers down her spine to the zip of her skirt. It took only a few seconds to rob this small part of her dignity. He had been right on her taste. Black and white lace matching the bra, suspender briefs with a sheer back, stockings with white lace trim.

 

He slide a finger under one of the straps holding her stockings and pulled, letting to snap back into place with a crack. He felt her wince under him at the pain.

 

A few swift motions with the knife in hand severed her shirt from her body. He pulled her by the wrists upright and pulled her to stand before him. She appeared over come with fear and shyness, robbed of clothing and being forced to stand this way. She turned and tried to pull away, his strong arms became vices and instead, forced her to her knees.

 

He leaned in to whisper in her ear "now you can either do this the easy way or the hard way.." As one hand runs up her spine to her neck, the other moves to his belt, her eyes widen slightly in shock realisation as to what he means.

 

Pulling his belt loose and unbuttoning the top of his jeans is prolonged over several agonising minutes as he gives her time to decide. Better for him if it becomes the hard way. It's far more fun when they scream.

 

He reaches forward and bends her completely over him, one arm pinning her back into his lap, the other pulls the ribbon tying her arms free. He slides forward under her, and leans down to tie her ankles together.

 

"So... Easy or hard?" He says as he lounges against the back of the sofa. One of her hands, unwilling at first moves to the inside of his thigh, running two fingers slowly up. He breathes in deeply and waits as she unzips his fly and reaches her hand inside.

 

Two fingers find their mark quickly and wrap around his shaft, sliding gently to the head and back. He grips the back of her neck and forces her forward, her lips inches from him. She closes the gap herself knowing she'll be forced otherwise. She parts her lips and feels the pressure on the back of her head again. Relenting, she engulfs his head and runs her tongue over the tip. He moans softly as she continues making small motions with her tongue whilst sliding her lips further down his shaft.

 

The grip on her neck begins to loosen as he relaxes, she increases her speed and begins to take more of him, her breathing speeds as she's getting turned on, wanting to please him so he may let her go who he's satisfied. She slows, running her tongue over him again, and then suddenly plunging herself fully onto him, he felt himself hit the back of her throat and gasped. He grabs her head with both hands and thrusts into her until she chokes and gags. She tried to pull away but his hold is too much, only when her eyes start to stream does he roughly pull her from him and shove her away to the floor.

 

He surveyed her sprawled, just starting to rise onto her hands, when he begins to consider all the ways he can violate her. Aroused, he slides to the edge of the sofa and reaches out to pull her back to him.

With her feet bound she's unable to resist as he drags her across the floor to the sofa, pulling her across his lap. He slides forward and pulls off his belt in one fluid motion. Lying face down across him, neck twisted to look up to his face, she realises what's about to happen and screws her eyes shut as the belt makes contact against her skin.

 

His left hand holds the back of her neck, pinning her against his legs, right hand, with the end of the belt wrapped tightly around his hand, is brought down again and again on the exposed skin on the back of her thighs and bum.

 

Small gasps of pain issue unwillingly from her, making him more aroused and he yearns to make it harder. Red patches begin to spread across the white skin, and the temptation is too much, he brings the belt down hard against her and she lets out a muffled scream. Dropping the belt, he grabs a fist full of her long hair and yanks her backwards until she's kneeling, a grin spread across his face.

 

He slides forward to the edge of the sofa, and slides a blindfold over her eyes. He feels her heart beat begin to climb, before placing one hand under the back of her legs, the other around her back, pulling her easily into his arms. He walks towards a door set ajar in the back wall, the wood frame and door blended so perfectly to the panelled walls it would be barely visible closed. He turns back against door, and she hears the creek, scared, she buries her head into his chest, seeking comfort from the only human for miles. A few short paces and she feels herself drop onto a silk like material, sinking into it. Her fingers stretch out either side of her and grip tightly trying to engage the remaining senses she possessed control over.

 

He's dropped her onto a silk sheet thrown over a black 4 poster bed. Ropes hung from each corner. And several were tied to each end. Velcro fluffy ties finished each end. It was the side of the bed that he turned to view with pleasure though, the vast array of items to inflict both pleasure and pain to his victim. It was going to be a long night. 

 

He closes the door quickly, eager to begin.  He surveys the table, cocking his head to one side as he decides which item to begin with. Choice made, he drags her by her arms up the bed, and ties one wrist to each of the posts, then unbinds and rebinds her feet to the bottom posts. He pulls a ball gag down over her mouth, robbing yet another sense from her.  He watches her twist and writhe on the bed, desperately trying to free herself and seek reassurance of her safety. 

 

He moves to kneel over her, one leg pinning to her sides tightly, feet tucked in under her thighs, making her even more immobile. He runs one finger down the side of her cheek, across her jaw and down her neck, lingering his fingers softly over her neck, before tightening the grip. She thrashes as violently as she is physically able, attempting to throw him off as her oxygen supply is cut off. He relinquishes the grip, and slaps her right cheek. 

 

He slides off down the bed, and pulls the knife from his pocket again, running the back of the blade over the skin on her stomach, then up, severing the join in her bra. Two swift movements cut the straps and he pulls the broken material from her body. He selects the smallest weighted nipple clamps to start with, wanting to build suspense, and attaches them. He can see the pain reflected clearly on her face and grins again. She wasn't even close to understanding the definition of pain. 

 

He pulls out a small bottle of baby oil, and pours it into his hands, starting at her inner thigh he runs his fingers up and down her legs and hips, unable to resist sliding a finger deep inside her. She's already wet and gives a muffled moan through the gag. Aroused he continues to play with her, her breathing increases and moans become thick and fast. It's all he can do to pull himself out, knowing self control was key to prolonging this. This was his new toy, he wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.

 

He continues with the baby oil, rubbing it across her stomach, and up onto her chest. His movements cause the nipple clamps to dig and pull, and she lets out a moan of pain. He moves one hand to each breast, covering the clamps, and squeezes, watching her thrash with pleasure. He relents his grip, and removed the clamps, then takes her left nipple in his teeth, sucking on it, then nibbling. He places his hand on her right breast as he continues to bite and suck, feeling her heart beat increased. Pinning her nipple between his teeth, he runs his tongue over the skin, causing her to squirm beneath him. He swaps sides and continues with the right, biting and sucking at will until it is as hard as a diamond. He cannot resist probing a finger into her again, and feels she's become dripping wet.

 

He moves away, stripping completely, then kneels across her arms, removing her ball gag and blind fold, he forces her eyes open, and places his thumbs on the underside of her eyebrow bones, his fingers locked in her hair at the side of her head. "Open your mouth" he growls at her. She obeys, fearing what relenting would bring upon her. He pulls her head up slightly and slides his cock onto her mouth. He thrusts forward into her, making her choke and gag, but continues, deep into her throat, getting harder and faster. He keeps her eyes forced up to look at him, and keeps his own locked on hers as hers begin to stream. He pushes himself deep into her throat, almost fully inserted, and holds her head there. 

 

She can feel him on the back of her throat, unable to breathe or move she just holds still and prays that he's not finished his use of her yet and will keep her alive. He jerks her head slightly, then pulls out half way, she gasps for air, and he lets her recover slightly before continuing to abuse her mouth. Building up speed again, he doesn't want to damage her too much so soon, he would like this toy to remain new for a while, so he allows himself to finish quickly, making her gag again in the process. He pulls out and clamps a hand over her face and one across her neck. She swallows twice and he lets her go.

 

Placing the blind fold back across her eyes, he leaves the ball gag off, wanting to hear her moans fully now. He takes a paddle from the side, it's double ended, one finished with a feather, the other a hard strip of leather. He runs the tip of the leather end across her thigh, then with a swift movement, brings it down with a crack. She screws up her face, trying to hide the pain. This won't do at all he thought... He wanted to hear her beg him to stop.

 

Repeating the motion again and again, until she finally lets out a gasp of pain. There can be no pleasure without a little pain he thinks to himself. Casting the paddle aside, he moves up the bed to untie her arms, then down to her legs. Forcing her to roll into her stomach, he straddles her back, pulling her long glossy hair into the grip of his right hand, he slides a hair band over it tight. He then pulls a strand of silk down, attached to a rope suspended from the bars across the bed. He loops it loosely around her pony tail, then moves back and forces her to her hands and knees. He tightens the knot, so she cannot lie down without pulling her hair. He ties an ankle to each corner, forcing her to keep her legs spread waiting for him. Her arms are of little use to her now but he binds them to the top of the bed anyway. He picks up the paddle and moves behind her, enable to resist making her scream again.

 

It only takes two hits before she jerks forward, trying to move away from the paddle, only resulting in her hair being pulled. She cries out in pain. He smiles to himself, running his hand over the red patch formed, squeezing the skin, before smacking her.

 

This simple movement pushes him beyond restrain, he has to have her, to feel himself inside her. He's already explored one of her holes, the remaining call to him now. Three levels of complete domination, the second would be easy enough to obtain... The final... Well, that would be a true stance of power and control over her. He licks his lips savouring the thought of his ability to render her at his mercy.

 

He loosens her hair from the tie and smacks her ass again. Positioning himself on his knees behind her, he rubs the tip of his cock against her, teasing. The simple stimulation, no matter how unwilling, cannot be fought against. He feels her getting wetter under his touch, and unable to resist another second, slides the tip of himself inside her.

 

He pulls himself slowly back out, then as he slides in again, penetrating her slightly deeper, feeling her moisten over him. He bites his lower lip, the simple pain enough to withhold the temptation to make himself finish too quickly. His movement begins to increase, he can feel her start to move, a soft moan issuing from her lips, the most unwilling of noises as he can feel her beginning to succumb to the pleasure from this, despite it being against her will.

 

He pulls himself out of her, pulling the ties off of her ankles and throws her forward, twisting her body until her left hip is pressed to the bed, her back flat. He pulls her right leg up and holds it as he penetrates her again, moving slower this time, he pulls her knees up to her chest and reaches his arm under her body, pulling her tight against him. With her arms still bound to the posts, she relents to him, knowing resistance would result in more pain.

 

He pulls out, unable to resist not violating her completely, he positions his cock a few inches higher, she realises slightly too late his intention. As he forces himself inside her tightest hole, she lets out a scream. He grins to himself. Pulling her fully against him with strong arms, he places a trail of kisses and bites up her neck to her ear lobe, whispering 'I knew you'd enjoy this in the end'. He continues to thrust into her, movements increasing rapidly, until he finished inside her. She shivers and he locks onto her with a tight grip as she finished with him.

 

The dynamic changes between them at this point. His momentary satisfaction leaves him craving a different type of need. He pulls her over so she's curled against his side. She's still reeling from the last few minute, seeking comfort from the only human around, and nuzzles into him, her head on his chest. Her fingers run across his body, stroking his ivory skin. She fears him, his power and control, she also has no idea of when he will release her, or even if he will, but for the time being, she begins to surrender herself into his control, unable to help trusting in him.

 

One of his hands roams across her back and up into her hair, softly playing with it, pulling slightly. She moans softly, relaxing more, enjoying feeling the movements of his fingers. She runs her fingernails across his bare skin and lets out a low growl, becoming increasingly turned on by his movement. He rolls onto his side to face her, his hand moving forward to clasp her cheek, tilting her head up to face him, then kisses her fully. She is unresisting as she deepens the kiss, their arms wrapped around one another in the heat of the moment. When they finally break apart, the dynamic between them has fully shifted, and she moves willingly now to serve the man before her in any way she can. She has become his toy of pleasure, to use and abuse as he sees fit.

 

He rises from the bed and moves to a second door, sliding it silently aside it reviled a duel purpose room, both small bathroom and changing room. His expensive taste was shown again with the exquisite attention to detail. The right hand wall was so entirely devoted to clothing and toys it looked like the store room of a sex shop. Her eyes ran across a red silk corset with black ribbing. She reached out and ran a finger down one of the bones. He smiles and backs out of the room, sliding the door shut behind him.

 

She turns to examine the content of the wall space. In every colour imaginable, corsets, bras, camisoles, the list was endless. She was eager to please him at this point, knowing that if she didn't, punishment was sure to follow. She selects the red corset, a black suspender belt and red lace topped stockings. Finishing it with a black and red silk thong over the suspender straps, black heels and a dog collar. As an after thought, she brushes through her hair, and bunches it into two pig tails. Finally, reaching for the door, she moves swiftly back into the room where he's lying on the bed.

 

She leans against the closed door, one leg bent up against the wood, and presses her head back, pushing her body forward. He calls her over but she ignores him. It's her turn for power now, however short lived. She knew full well he would only let her toy with him for a short period of time, so best make it worth her while. She walks slowly to the bed, and gets up on hands and knees across his calves. Lowering herself onto her elbows she kisses her way up his legs, and over his hip bone. She plants the trail lightly across his stomach and chest, up to his neck, then sucks softly on his ear lobe.

 

Moving more swiftly, she retraces her steps back down his skin, running her nails across his body as she goes. She shifts her body to kneel between his thighs, and runs a thumb down the inside of his hip bones, digging her nails into his thighs. She looks up, cocking her head to the side and, waiting for his approval. He nods once in consent and she moves forward with a smile, kissing his inner thigh.

 

She leaves a trail of kisses over his skin, up his shaft to the head of his cock, then runs her tongue in a circular motion over him, licking and kissing him.

 

Dressed to Kill - Descriptive tease - Probably still 18+ - Finished 

Excitement tingled through her fingers as she studied herself in the mirror. Tonight was the night. She'd been preparing for a few days now but it was finally here. She turned slightly one side then the other, surveying her naked form in the glass. Everything had to be perfect, this was for him, and a man of such high calibre deserved the very best.

She brushed through her hair, feeling the soft lightness to it, then applied light make up, just a hint of eye liner and a quick brush of foundation. She applied her favourite perfume to her neck and wrists and turned to the bed behind her.

Stockings first, she slid them on, up onto her thighs, and clipped the suspender belt into place. She smoothed the white lace stocking tops over her thighs and aligned the black silk bows. Next she pulled on the black and white thong, and matching corset. Everything must be perfect for tonight. She pulled the corset strings tight, ensuring it hugged every centimetre of her curves, and tied the back off. Finally, she added her collar, and slipped into black heels. She walked back and forth in front of the mirror, brushing her hair through one last time, before donning a calf length black coat with thigh high splits. She slipped a little extra item into her pocket and headed for the door.

 

The Cat - Descriptive tease - Probably still 18+ - Finished

She was almost prone, on knees with her body stretched forward like a cat. Her claw like nails curled into the end of the bed. Cocking her head to the right, brushing her cheek slightly on the bed, a knowing smile playing on her lips shining like diamonds. A feline majesty radiated from her very bones.

A small almost purr like noise came from her throat, the longing in the sound lingered in the room. Her eyes bore into me with an overwhelming desire that she was begging to be satisfied. The want was unbearable.

She knew I could over power her, force her into any position I desired, to completely erratic her ability to move. I shifted slightly in my chair, and felt the blade on my neck. She was too smart for her own good. Taken every precaution to protect herself from me. Bound to this chair, blades and shackles pinning me in place, it was me at her mercy, no matter how much I burned for it to be reversed.

The Reunion - Story about a girl returning for her high school reunion, not finished, very rough draft currently

i stood before the black iron gates, and a depression swept over me, pulling me down as free as a tidal wave. Going back felt like failure to me, it always had. Backtracking, regret, defeat. The words sloshed in my head, adding to the sinking feeling. I sighed, looking up to the sky. Grey clouds meandered along almost mockingly, and before the word could register in my brain, the first drop hit my cheek.

The sign of these gates being closed was always a good thing in my childhood, the long endless summers. Now however these were an unformidable barrier to overcome. I took a deep breath and lifted the latch slowly, the gates despite age were well cared for and swung easily. Well, at least something in life was simple. I swing the gate shut and retraced a path thousands had before me.

The reunion. Ugh even the name was tacky, like one too many remakes of a movie that shouldn't have happened in the first place, and suddenly you're on scary movie XXV and people are dying in the same ways as the first 20. Sigh. I'm not sure about my sanity sometimes. My brain just breaks down, and I go into rant mode. Guess that's the expectation when you live life as a tightly wound coil, always pulling and pressing harder and tighter.

The old wooden doors I remembered had been replaced with bright red ones, heavy looking and strong. Health and safety first I guess. The iron gate won't keep gun totting nut jobs out, but then this thankfully isn't a common occurrence in england. Doors open, lights on. A rarity after school hours.

A bleep from my phone stirred me from my over active brain. 19:00 on the nose. Means I'm now late, nothing new there mind, school wasn't exactly a highlight of punctuality for me.

I walk down the old corridors again, the paint pealing and the notice boards picked and a scabby. The place is well and truly used and abused, but had a warmth of soul to it, like going back to your first family home and remembering waking up on Christmas morning to see what Santa had delivered.

I touched the handle of the door to the gym. A shard of ice shot through my heart - anticipation was an ugly feeling at the best of times, this was positively stomach churning. I dreaded what was awaiting me on the other side of these doors. Looking down at the floor, a strand of long brunette hair slid down across my face, and a memory from more than ten years previously came flooding back.

I was 11 years old, the wind was blowing, whipping my hair across my face. It was early September, my first day of school. I walked down the steps from the road to the playground and there Chloe was, she'd been my best friend since we were two. None too bright but I can't hold that against her, she practically grew up in my house. The school only had a few hundred other kids, having a friend on the first day wasn't something I was going to overlook. I walked over to her, running my hands over my head to tame my wild hair - the sound of her laugh carried over the wind, as she pulled a hairband from her pocket with a smile.

I twisted my mind back away from that revisit to my history. That's the one person I know won't be here tonight. Despite the warmth of the air, I shivered. A sickening vibe lingered under my skin. Why did I come back? Normally my brain is fast enough to answer all questions I ask of it, or else I go research an answer. Neither option was of help to me today. Unanswered questions made me feel stupid, guess today I'm just piling on the baggage.

I shake myself mentally to pull myself back to reality. I twist the handle and push open the door. Music is playing, people are laughing, I estimate there to be about 50 people in the room, most I don't even recognise, there's only two that I'd know by sight anywhere.

James and Mike. James was the high school stunner. The guy every girl wanted. If this was an American movie, that guy would be captain of the basketball team, the guy who saves the school, gets the girl and still passes school while getting into the best college around. And there he is now, surrounded by women. He's either married a supermodel or still smashing his way through women like a vindictive kid on bumper cars. Mike was the years sweetheart. Nice as you can possibly get, would do anything for anyone type. Married his high school sweetheart straight out of college and that was that. One of my closest friends growing up, but we strayed apart with age.

I can't help it, a smile creeps across my face, it's been 6 kind years since I've seen him, and kind is an understatement. Dark hair, those brilliant eyes, and just the perfect amount of stubble. He could give an Abercrombie and Fitch model a complex now.

I see the light shine off his wedding ring and yet another wave of unpleasant emotion runs through me. I refuse to talk to the only people I recognise, so I head to the drinks table instead. There's some sort of punch in a bowl, ominously green, but it reflects my mood so I take a glass and turn back to the room.

Drink in hand, I smiled to reassure myself. I was a successful happy woman, I had achieved everything in life I wanted. Well, one blip in the plan but that's not a great deal. Ok ill admit it's a gaping hole but if things were meant to be, they'd have worked by now. A bunch of girls walk by me, surveying me up and down. The feeling of being judged was one that plagued my school years anyway, and I guess no matter how much time passes, you'll always hate the popular girls. They were still clones now. All platinum blond, all had work done by the looks of it. They saunter off with a self righteous air. The one where the world was left feeling not good enough regardless of what they did. The bimbo trio as I so affectionately referred to then as, swarmed straight to the gang surrounding james to compliment his toned physique. I'm glad I'm by the alcohol, this'll be a long night.

It was at this point I realised why I'd dreaded coming. I cared nothing for these people, with the exception of maybe mike. I cared little about what they'd done with their lives, or what they were doing now. I'm sure they have all roamed around the planet, acting like children, giggling and procreating with each other at random.

Sigh. Bitter thoughts again. And smile. I have to remind myself to smile when caring out unpleasant tasks, it makes life go by easier if you just smile through it. There's no point in being pessimistic about it, well, so I keep telling myself.

Our old head of year walked into the stage at this point, to welcome us all back. We were invited onto a tour around the building to revisit our form rooms. Great. And smile. My year only had three tutor group classes, and I knew my teacher had passed away recently, so our old head of year guided our group to the room, there were only ten of us who'd bothered to show, so mostly silence lingered on the way to the old chemistry room. I had the fortune and misfortune in that, both Mike and James had been in my tutor group. James looked slightly lost without his gang of drooling women, but seemed content enough, and if I'm honest, he looks slightly relieved. Maybe he's mellowed over the years like the rest of us. One of the most wonderful people I'd ever met once told me we don't know ourselves until we are in our 30s, and that certainly holds true. I wonder what type of man he's become.. I guess that's the point of tonight. He catches my gaze and I look away, straight into the eyes of mike. Super.

A fleeting smile is all he gets before I become strangely absorbed in a poster on a notice board we are travelling by. And there we are, room 34, chemistry with one of the craziest men I'd ever met. He took the idea of chemistry to be see how much stuff he could make explode in one lesson. He'd come back out of retirement to teach us again, and had taught most of the years parents as well. I smile glumly to myself at the realisation he'd passed several years before.

My old head of year was a guy called Martin White. He must be in his 50s now, tall, thin, with white hair that was wild and unkept. He was wearing the most horrible orange jumper I'd ever seen, and beige chinos. Strange to consider my old teachers as normal, I'm used to a cropped short brown haired man in a black suit. I guess we've all changed though.

He walks into the room with a copy of our old register, and he runs down the names as we settle down. I don't pick up on most, and no one in the room acknowledges their name so I'm still none the wiser who most of these people are. I sit alone, but realise the seat to my left is occupied quickly. I pretend not to notice fearing Mike but when I see the long curly hair out the corner of my eye. I should have known her from anywhere.

Amy was facially still recognisably as I turn to face her, her light brown hair as curled as mine was straight, as light as mine was dark. We were truely at the opposite ends of the spectrum in looks. She had soft rounded features, enhanced by the weight she'd put on over the intermediate years. She had been of above average intelligence in school, but never quite made the top sets, however she was one of these people who were liked by everyone, she was kind and sweet. That sort of personality wouldn't diminish over time, and judging by the way she sat and smiled at me now, I still recognised the girl I'd met in my first week.

My first week, not something I'd wish to live again. Both Chloe and Amy had been in my tutor group. With Chloe being the only one I knew in mine, we saw Amy and her group of friends as something to worship.

Train - Guy spots a girl on a train he likes, building up the courage to speak to her, flirty fun

I saw her everyday like clockwork. The same trip to work, same time, same train, same leather jacket, same gorgeous flowing brown hair. Same smell. It was heavenly, irreplaceable, and perfect.

For exactly 17 minutes every morning, I sit and watch. I wonder. I want to know her name, where she's from, where she's going, both logistically and mentally. The longing for answers and knowledge burnt in me with a firery passion. Yet I feared the truth. What if she wasn't all that I expected? What if the mystery was all that excited me?

This morning was one of my favourite outfits on her. Hair loosely plaited down the side of her face, light make up, leather jacket done up as always. The outfit was completed with a black pencil skirt, tights and white flats.

I attempted to draw conclusions from her based upon what she looked like, dressed like and how she acted. I wanted to map out her life in my mind. The not knowing was unbearable. It had been a little over 5 months now, and Id spent the last few nights truely contemplating talking to her. Sure she'd smiled on occasion when shed notice me staring, but never seemed bothered by it.

Today was the day. I'd decided, Friday morning. Gives me the weekend to recover, plan a new journey to work if need be. She exited at the same stop as me, all is do is say morning as she got off. Simple. If she ignores me, then I know it's game over.

The train arrives at her stop, I keep my head down until we start moving again, I don't want to freak her out. I look up to her usual seat, to find it occupied by an old lady. I scan the other seats, the isle, then the doorways. Nothing. No leather. No soft brown hair. She's just gone. I feel the crack in my chest as I heave a sigh, not expecting the sudden stabbing I feel, why do I feel this strongly for someone I've never truly met? It's the worst feeling it the world. Empty.

 

Untitled - Story about the League of Legends characters 

Still working on plot outline for this 

Edited July 17, 2014 by Domino

[+JB. 4,800]

16, read it.

[Domino 3,168]

That one wasn't an 18+

[LjubicaZubica 5,610]

tl;dr

did they bang?

[♥Kitten♥ 26]

well dat was cute

[Domino 3,168]

tl;dr

did they bang?

 

No. 

 

TL:DR version: She saved his life, they departed terms knowing they'll always affect each other but never be together

[Se7en 10,762]

A story of endless fapping. Nice.

Autocorrect.

Edited July 14, 2014 by RosaRose

[Domino 3,168]

A story of endless capping. Nice.

 

Not sure what you mean 

[LjubicaZubica 5,610]

No. 

 

TL:DR version: She saved his life, they departed terms knowing they'll always affect each other but never be together

 

meh, you said nsfw/+18, so was thinking there will be some smooching around ^^

[Domino 3,168]

meh, you said nsfw/+18, so was thinking there will be some smooching around ^^

 

No I said some of my stories are 18+. this one isnt, I put it at the top so people have to scroll for the 18+ 

[luop90 4,400]

No I said some of my stories are 18+. this one isnt, I put it at the top so people have to scroll for the 18+

Dats evil.

[DeatH_D 899]

tl;dr?

[point 2,268]

tl;dr?

too long; didn't read

[DeatH_D 899]

too long; didn't read

Yea

 

I'm lazy. If I started reading I'd get to the first paragraph and give up

[point 2,268]

Yea

 

I'm lazy. If I started reading I'd get to the first paragraph and give up

Oh wait you weren't asking what tl;dr meant xD. Your post just seemed odd because this.

 

No. 

 

TL:DR version: She saved his life, they departed terms knowing they'll always affect each other but never be together

[D-Bee 3,448]

I read it. It's very emotional. Check your sources. No hospital would allow an organ transplant that leaves the donor in any danger. Other than that -good job. It's nice to see someone taking an interest in the written word. Who is your favorite author?

[Domino 3,168]

I read it. It's very emotional. Check your sources. No hospital would allow an organ transplant that leaves the donor in any danger. Other than that -good job. It's nice to see someone taking an interest in the written word. Who is your favorite author?

Thanks, with a 1800 word limit it's hard to get the point across, she gave a kidney, then suffered organ failiure in the other kidney post op. Very sudden, bad timing. I believe they wouldn't remove the kidney from him and put it back again yes?

I do love fan brown, but his books are a little same same after a while. I have a huge respect for the likes of jk Rowling, Stephanie Meyer and Suzanne Collins. They bought an entire generation into reading and writing. I love all their books - with the exception of maybe the last 3 twilight books. It might have been better as a single book - her other book the host is one of my all time favourites.

Also love the Reacher series but I forgot the guys name who wrote it.

[D-Bee 3,448]

Umm, okay. Not what I'm into, but sure. I think you might benefit from reading Bukowski. Start with Post Office.

[Domino 3,168]

Sorry! I'll have a gander later

Updated

[D-Bee 3,448]

What's with all the rape? 

[luop90 4,400]

I think this needs the NSFW prefix now

[Domino 3,168]

What's with all the rape?

It's just the type of work I write. It's either porn, sexual violence or murder/death.

I think this needs the NSFW prefix now

Topic has NSFW in it. Stories are hidden with 18+, there's an 18+ warning, and I specifically say what each story has in it...

 

Added some non 18+ stuff and some non rape stuff

Edited July 17, 2014 by Domino

[Jesusfreak 312]

You my friend need to publish a book of your collected works.

Edited July 17, 2014 by Jesusfreak

[Domino 3,168]

You read them all?!

[Jesusfreak 312]

You read them all?!

  Not all, some of them. I'm not really the guy into the rape scenes as I prefer pure love.