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reidyoulikeabook · 3 years

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48 from touch prompt list and 75 from prompt list 5 🥺🥺🥺 im so proud of you love such an amazing achievement i love you

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Ship: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Some mentions of alcohol consumption & brief olden-time being married young talk.

Prompts: #48 - Dancing with each other & #75 Talking in an Elizabethan style to woo somebody

A/N: I listened to the ‘So Close’ song from the Enchanted soundtrack the entire time I was writing this so...put that on if you want!

A reminder I’m taking prompts for my 1k celebration until May 21st! :)

If Penelope Garcia loved two things in this world - Derek and science fiction aside - it was costumes and parties. So it made sense that for her birthday, she’d decreed she’d be throwing an Elizabethan-style ball. And that everybody had to dress up accordingly. Derek, always eager to put a smile on her face, had offered to throw it at one of his houses.

So it was there that you were headed, on this glorious Saturday night. In a not-so-glorious and infact, quite heavy, Elizabethan era gown. It was a good job you’d elected to take an Uber, because quite frankly the dress weighed a ton. It would have been impossible to drive in.

Good job they didn’t have cars back in the Elizabethan era.

Not that women would have been allowed to drive them anyway.

You’re only a little late when you arrive. Fashionably late, you’d go so far as to say.

“____!” Penelope greets with a squeal, rushing out to embrace you into a hug. You don’t even make it all the way through the door before she’s on you with a flurry.

If you thought your dress was a lot, you have to hand it to the birthday girl. She could never be upstaged. How her gown actually fit inside the house was a mystery, it was huge - puffy with a corset that cinched her in tightly at the waist. Her hair was coiffed into perfect curls. She looked stunning; like she’d stepped right out of a painting.

“You look amazing!” You tell her, squeezing her tightly.

“So do you! I’m so glad you took the theme seriously!”

“I take all themes seriously when it’s you threatening me about them.”

She laughs. “Well Derek did too. And Spencer, the others...” She frowns, “Well, I’d like to say they tried, but Rossi definitely didn’t. He did, however, pay for a gazebo and a live band so I’m willing to let it slide.”

You smile, allowing her to take you inside. She babbles some more on her way in about all the decorations, food, and how next time she’s going to make everybody send her pictures of their outfits beforehand.

She’s right about the gazebo though - it’s beautiful. It has elegant fairylights adorning it, illuminating the place in a candescent glow. The live band is an instrumental one - there’s even a fiddle.

Where the hell did Dave find a fiddle?

He’s rich.

That has to be the satisfactory answer for now. There are far more pressing matters at hand: like everybody’s costumes.

Horch is wearing some fancy suit, Emily has one that’s similar, Rossi clearly is just dressed in his normal attire. J.J appears to have picked one up from a fancy dress shop, but if anyone could make that look good, it’s her. Derek looks an absolute dream - clearly dressed by Penelope. It’s Spencer though, unsurprisingly, who has gone all out. He has a miniature version of one of those puffy collars on, his suit a gorgeous maroon colour. He even has white tights on, with the boots that matched. If there were prizes for best costume - which knowing Penelope, there might well be - she’d be up against some fierce competition.

“Spence!” You chime, opening your arms to greet him, “I love your costume!”

“I love yours too!” He beams, hugging you tightly, “The skirt of your dress is very fitting to the period.”

“Thank you!” You say, reluctantly letting go of him to greet everybody else in turn.

It’s hard to keep your eyes off him though, and everybody knows it. You and Spencer had been dancing around each other for months, the epitome of the will-they-won’t-they, and you can’t help but hope that tonight you might finally cross that threshold.

It’s Penelope’s birthday.

Who are you kidding? Penelope would be ecstatic to claim credit.

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You’re giddy, not just with the glass of wine in your system. With happiness, the exuberant kind that comes from watching all your friends exist among one another. It doesn’t hurt that Spencer barely leaves your side the entire night. He’s a veritable treasure trove of Elizabethan era facts. You’ve learnt more than any history class could possibly teach you.

A slow song comes on, which is when you decide to seize your opportunity.

Now or never.

You bump your shoulder against his. When you have his attention, you nod towards the dance floor, “Come and dance with me.”

He furrows his brows, clearly weighing up his options in his head.

You affect an Elizabethan lilt, “Thou art going to leave me alone at the ball, fair Lord Reid?”

“I could hardly dream of it,” He says, imitating you, “Would thou care to dance with me?”

He offers out his hand. You take it, noting how he gets the barest blush on his cheeks.

“Thou had me practically petrified, I thought you may never ask,” You tease, accepting his hand, squeezing it once for reassurance.

He laughs, nose crinkling. He rests his hand on your hip hesitantly, only solidifying his grip when you rest yours on his bicep. His other comes to rest on the other side, just above where your dress puffs out. The song playing sounds vaguely familiar, although it’s harder to place with it being an instrumental version.

You lean into him, side-stepping in time with him. He’s not a dancer by nature, that much is clear, but he is surprisingly good at leading.

It’s easy to let him guide you around the dance floor. You stutter a bit, almost tripping. His grip on your hip tightens.

“Be careful fair maiden,” He reprimands teasingly, “Thou wouldn’t want to fall.”

“Thou wouldn’t want to be seen with a maiden who has made a royal fool of herself.”

He shakes his head, “I could hardly bare it.”

“I do not know how you can bare to be seen with me regardless. I’m practically a haggard spinster,” You say, with a dramatic sigh.

He twirls you around, voice slipping back into his normal tone, “Actually it was mainly women from wealthy families who would marry young, from age 12. With poorer or middle class families it was most common for women to be in their mid-twenties by the time they got married, the average age was about 24.”

“Still younger than me,” You retort, stepping in time with him. You’re pressed up against his chest now.

His breath fans over your cheek, from the way he’s bent, from the way you’re leaning in to him. His big hand spans over your back, holding you close to him as he steps to the right.

“Well,” He says, affecting the English accent, “Thou art a lady of the highest stature. A commoner could not possibly hope to marry one such as yourself.”

You giggle, “Oh fair Lord Reid. Whenst will I possibly find a husband?”

With surprising ease, he dips you, allowing you to fall gracefully into his arms. He’s study, supportive. Before you know it, you’re back on your feet.

“Thou might be looking in the wrong places.”

“Pray tell, wherest would one suggest a lady like me ought to look?”

“Perhaps closer to ones home,” He says, English accent - if you could call it that - slipping a little, favouring sincerity.

“How much closer?”

His hands return to your waist, and yours to his chest. There’s only an inch between your bodies. He looks down at you with sincerity brimming in his eyes, “Perhaps a little closer.”

Your hand trails up to his chin. It dips at the mere weight of your thumb resting on it, “Gallant Lord Reid, perhaps this close?”

“Perhaps,” He swallows, voice morphing into the accent again, as if he’s afraid to be vulnerable, “Thou art a maiden, thou art to be courted before marriage.”

“And where would one court a fair maiden like me?”

“Where would the fair maiden like to go?”

“Wherever, as long as you’re the one taking her.”

He swallows. His eyes scan your face, watching how you deliberately look to his plump lips. He hesitates for only a moment longer, before leaning in and planting the most delicate kiss upon them.

If it wasn’t for the elated drunken giggles of everyone else around you, you’d have been lost in the bubble of a moment forever. It’s okay though, because at your wedding, Penelope is sure to tell the tale of the Elizabethan ball where you - the fair maiden - finally got together with your perfect Lord. You have to admit, it’s a good one.

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bubblyani · 6 years

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His type (Ronnie x Reader)

Ronnie Kray One Two Shot

Genre: Smut (18+)

Author’s Note: I’m a sinner once again to be inspired at work. And about Ronnie Kray no doubt. Hope you all enjoy!

The red dress stuck on to your body like a magnet, as you swayed your hips in rhythm to the slow jazz. The thin material felt like second skin, for you found it quite easy to freely move, to and explore, and to' be lost' in the music. You certainly enjoyed it. Being the brave one to get up from the table, being the one to move to the dance floor with no hesitation, being the one to dance and wait for no one’s permission. But you also took great satisfaction when there was an audience to witness it, even if it was an audience of one, but only if the ‘one’ meant him.

“Such a crime…to see you alone tonight without a lucky lad by ya side”

You smiled, turning to accept a glass of brandy from Reggie Kray as you swayed.

“Crime? Oh ho! You're the one to talk Reg” you replied in tease, biting your shiny red lower lip, taking in a sip.

“Hey! I am a Club Owner, alrigh?” he reminded you with a confident smile.

“Right...of course” you played along, winking at the Gangster Prince of East End.

“I don't need a man, I have the lot of you to keep me in good company” you continued, tapping him on the chest. He did not wait to hold on to your hand.

“That’s not the company I had in mind love” he said softly, rubbing his thumb on your hand.

“Oh Reg...” you pouted in protest, still aware of the pair of eyes that haven’t left your sight since you got up. His eyes that you didn’t mind watching you. The eyes you wanted to watch you.

With confidence gained from another sip, you finally raised your glass to Ronnie Kray, who sat with Teddy a few tables away. Raising his glass in return, he maintained his gaze, smoking his cigar. Clouds of smoke escaped his lips, misting his glasses, yet the alluring shade of red that approached the table helped him focus.

“Mind if I join ya lads?” You asked in a mockingly polite tone, with fluttering eyelashes. Teddy jumped up,

“Only if you promised to stay the whole night” he chirped, walking over to pull up a chair for you.

“Which won’t be a problem” you replied with a giggle, pinching his cheek before sitting down.

“Yeah, cause good company is not easy to find, don’t you agree Y/N?” Ronnie spoke out of the sudden, looking at you with intense eyes. You suddenly stopped giggling, lost in his eyes with confusion.

“ Yes...couldn’t agree more” you managed to reply, finding it difficult to read his mind.

“That’s more like it...Get more fuckin drinks over here” roaring into laughter, Ronnie was in high spirits calling out the waiters.

Relieved, you watched as Reggie joined in along with Leslie and Albert. Your bubbly personality and appreciation for sarcastic humor won the hearts of The Kray twins and most of The Firm, and was invited as great company for quite some time. Every week, nights like these at Esmeralda’s Barn was an essential.

Unlike some, you firmly believed each brother possessed a charm which was simply irresistible and unique . Your friendship with the Krays never was romantic nor sexual. As much as you found Reggie’s smooth advances enjoyable, Ronnie was the one who secretly became your unattainable fantasy. With his rather unconventional social life, you liked to wonder the what if’s.

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“Oi Y/N! You off work?”

“Firstly Teddy, don’t 'Oi' me now. That’s rude. Secondly, it’s actually my lunch break ” you replied with a tone that hinted sass, waving at Teddy who just stopped the car, when he found you walking.

“Afternoon Ronnie!” You certainly didn’t forget to greet Mr. Kray, who sat on the back, nodding in acknowledgement.

“Where are you lovely people heading off to?” you asked, with your hands behind your back.

“We're going to pick up Lesl-“

“Join us Y/N!...” Ronnie suddenly cut off Teddy, "...we'll pick up Leslie then head for lunch, that sound alright?"

You smiled, "The perfect way to spend my lunch break for sure" getting into the backseat, joining Ronnie.

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"Lazy fucker! Is he not up yet?" Ronnie grunted irritatingly. You sighed, looking out the window as Teddy called out for Leslie outside the building.

"I'll go get 'im, Ron...might take a while" Teddy shouted back at them, before entering the building.

"Ahh.....get it fuckin done...we'll be late for lunch" Ronnie angrily motioned him to be quick. You looked over to him, "It's alright...we can wait a bit, maybe he's having a bad hangover" you said.

As he grunted in reply, there were the two of you, sitting on either sides of the backseat.

This was the first time you were ever alone with Ronnie Kray. And for some reason the one thing you wanted to talk about felt quite ridiculous, but you gave it a try.

"I just had to ask..." you began, "Do you have a certain type with men?"

Ron stared into the distance mid thought, "Not really. I guess the taste... varies". You smiled.

"And what about women? Is there a type?" you felt daring,"Am I your type?" And there you went. Not like you were risking anything. You could always laugh about it later. Or did you cross the line? Were you that desperate?

Ron suddenly turned his head to you, with narrowed eyebrows. You felt embarassed, regretting everything in an instant.

"Of course not...not in slightest eh?" you said, wrinkling your nose, laughing nervously, hoping he'd tell you to fuck off or something. But instead,

"I never said that" he replied.

Tension started building in the car. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

"Come here" Ronnie commanded. You scooched over to the middle seat, slowly.

"No...closer" he said, as he patted the seat closest to him. He sounded firm and certain. Confusion and excitement mixed together, you moved over untill you sat cross legged next to him, your knee lightly brushing against his thigh.

This view was new to you, being this close to a man who was known to be quite dangerous.

"You know..." he began, looking at you, "sometimes...I'd wonder..." you caught your breath when he moved his gaze down, where his hand made contact with the bare skin of your calve "...how it would be like if you and I ever had...-"

"-something? " you completed it for him, "Funny you should say that.." still finding it hard to get over his touch, you strived on "...that was something that crossed my mind..more than a few times" your breath quickening, as you felt his hand moving up to your knee.

Maybe it was his touch or something else completely. But Ronnie Kray suddenly seemed far from unattainable at this point.

With your hand on the seat as support, the leather squeaked as you got up, pulling up your tight skirt. Putting your leg around Ronnie, you straddled his right thigh, your skirt pooled around your waist. Leaning forward, you carefully took off his glasses with both hands, gently placing it next to you, while you held his shoulder with one hand. If Ronnie was known to be unconventional, well that was what you were going to be with him without a doubt. You proceeded to loosen his collar and tie. Placing your hands on his suit, running over his broad chest, you bent over, kissing every inch of his neck with much satisfaction. The low moan that came out of him gave you a strong, throbbing sensation down below.

You felt yourself jump as Ronnie's hand gripped your neck, hard enough to keep you in place, but not so much to strangle. With lips slightly parted, you watched him eye you up and down. Loosening the grip, his hand settled on the top button of your high collar, unbuttoning one and moving down to do others. Impatient and obedient as you were, your hands quickly moved to where his were, unbuttoning your silk shirt in haste, exposing your skin more and more as you stared at him, lips pressed tight. The silence was only cut off by the visible breaths coming out of your heaving chest as Ronnie Kray leaned back to watch you undress. Pulling out the tucked in shirt, you removed the last button. Thankful of your clothing choices today, you unhooked the bra from the front, stretching your shoulders back. Though you were still dressed, the mere exposure of your breasts to the open air made you feel very much naked, especially when he was the one looking. Ronnie leaned forward as you slide closer to him, his strong thigh rubbing against your crotch as you did. Grabbing one of his hands, you opened his index finger, placing it on your lips. Watching you from the corner of your eye, you kissed it softly, taking the time. Guiding his hand to your neck, you allowed his hand to taste the skin of your bare neck then moving to your collarbones. The throbbing grew stronger between your thighs as he took charge, his callused palm feeling his way around your bare breasts.

"You're..." he murmured deeply ,"...quite the fascinating creature Y/N" his eyes glued to your chest as your body winced and reacted to every touch, squeeze and caress. With reddened cheeks, you held on to his shoulders, rocking back and forth, letting your heat create fiction against his thigh. Your movement felt more at rhythm when Ronnie's other hand slithered round your waist, resting on your left buttock, extending his palm around the area, gripping it tight as you kept going.

"Ronnie..." you breathed, "please..." bending down to snatch his lips. But he merely teased you, tilting his chin up, watching you groan in frustration.

"Do you want me to beg?” You whispered angrily, “Is that it? Ro-"

Pulling you close, Ronnie hungrily clashed his lips against yours. Finally.

So sudden yet powerful, it felt like a KO merged in a kiss. You felt as if you were suddenly injected with the strongest drug. So you did not hesitate to let your mouth open as his tongue slid in searching for your very own. This drug of a kiss was strength inducing, you felt brave enough to run your fingers through his neatly combed, slicked back hair, pulling out locks, pulling him further to you, deepening the kiss to depths you've never dove before.

Deliberately pressing your chest against his suit, your nipples remained erect as his crisp shirt and the suit jacket brushed against your exposed naked torso.

"Ronnie!” Your hand rested on his clothed erection, “I want...I want...", quickly unzipping his trousers , you dipped your hand in, releasing soft swears out of Ronnie's lips as you felt him. The level of arousal was so high, you felt completely soaked down south.

"Ron! Leslie's alive...Don’t be cross now”

Teddy's loud voice from the distance shook you both into reality. In a flash, you ducked under the seat, pulling your skirt down, and buttoning up your shirt in seconds.

"Alright.. you’re forgiven...fuckin wanker” Ronnie cried out while he brushed his hair back. You snickered as you slowly got back to your seat. Hoping they didn’t see much.

Sitting next to him, you hurriedly placed a handkerchief over the soaked stain on his trouser leg.

"Sorry about that..." you said quite casually, with a smug look on your face. Ronnie quickly grabbed your hand,

"Your place...tonight" he growled in a low tone.

You shuddered, biting your lower lip, as your thighs pressed together to suppress your arousal. But quickly changed expression as you looked on forward, smiling at Teddy and Leslie.

" I hope you're hungry Y/N" Teddy called out as he started the engine.

"Oh trust me...I'm fucking famished"

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Part 2

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blueyesandleatherjacket · 6 years

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Ghost of you, 15/?

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 15/?.

Pairings: Human!Nine x Rose; Human!Ten x Jack; Clara Oswald x Olivia Baxter (OC).

Synopsis: "She felt it, it was time to speak about the weight on her shoulders. Something she had never done before."

A/N: I've started writing this fiction last year after I had a particularly weird dream (as usual) and after I wrote the prologue, I've put it aside to work on other stuff. I've gone back to it not so long ago and decided that it would be the fiction I would post next, after not posting anything for a while. I must have watched I am legend and Game of thrones way too much to come out with something like this but I hope you will like it. I am not a scientist, nor did I have a particular knowledge of sciences. I do my researches on the internet like everyone to make sure everything is as close to the reality as possible. I have a literature degree only. Writing is what I do and it makes me explore next fields, and learn new things.

“'Cause I'd rather feel your pain than nothing at all.” - Three Doors Down.

CHAPTER 15:

Amy woke up slowly. She was wrapped into a cocoon of warmth and well-being. She didn’t remember when was the last time she had felt so well. She stretched her body. She was taking all her time. She didn’t want to lose this precious well-being she hadn’t felt in ages. There was someone lay by her side. She rolled on her side and cuddled into the warm body beside her. She heard a smile and someone wrapped an arm around her. She must be dreaming but that dream was pleasurable. She liked it. She lazily wrapped her arm around that person. She didn’t know what she had expected but certainly not to be so close to a woman. This surprised her beyond words and she reluctantly rolled away from the unknown person she liked cuddling into. She couldn’t let herself go that way. The other woman reacted by trying to soothe her but Amy was too sleepy to be calmed down so easily. She needed to clear her mind first. Moaning, she pushed the hand away and rubbed her eyes. She stretched her body and looked around her. She wasn’t in her office but she wasn’t in her house either. It was a room she didn’t know. Had she done it again? Had she drunk until she had a blackout and been brought home by some stranger? There were pictures on the wall facing the bed. Pictures of a couple. Great, the woman she was with was married. She would have to deal with another cheated husband. She knew well that she didn’t have any control on herself when she was drunk. It was only a way to mute her pain. She was doing this when it was too strong, when it was suffocating her. She focused on the pictures on the wall. She wanted to see what the man she would have to face in the near future – because fate always made sure she faced them – looked like and the last pieces of the puzzle clicked together. It was Maxence Spitz. She remembered how she had ended up here. She had watched Rose work with Maxence for a while and the scientist had taken her into the private parts of the lab. They had had a quick lunch and they had settled down here. After a quick shower, they had lain down in bed and, reassured that she wasn’t alone for once, Amy had fallen asleep rather quickly. How much time had she slept? Had Rose watched her while she was asleep or had she slept too? It felt weird to be here, in this bed, with the wife of the man supposed to be her boss at the moment. But it was the start of a friendship. “How long have I slept?” A certain time according to her croaked voice and the feeling of being rested. She hadn’t felt this way in a very long time. It was before… “I’d say eight solid hours.” “Eight hours?” “You needed that sleep.” “And you?” “A couple hours.” Amy looked up at Rose. She was sat against a pile of pillows, glasses on her head and a book on her lap. She was reading and marking pages by folding their upper corner. Probably a book about her current researches. She looked as exhausted as before though. “You don’t look like someone who’s slept.” “Never said it was a good sleep.” “Do you have nightmares?” “I’m not the only one.” Rose looked away from her book to stare at Amy. Those whiskey eyes were clear on the meaning of those words. Somewhen during the night she had dreamt of this event and she must have screamed and cried and struggled against the sheets. “Sorry.” “Don’t be. I know what it is.” If there was something nice about Rose, it was that she wasn’t asking questions. She was giving her the time to consider the eventuality and if she wasn’t talking, she wouldn’t insist. She would wait until she was ready. “We all have our demons. You know mine already.” “But you don’t know mine.” “You’re not forced to talk to me.” “You’ve been comforting me, that’s the least I can do. You’re also the only one to care about me here.” Her voice was sad when she evoked this lack of friends in her surroundings. Rose was the first one to ever hold a hand out to her in this place and it felt amazing to have someone like her so close to her. Somehow, it felt easier to make friends in such a situation. She hesitantly snuggled closer to her new friend. “In my hometown, I’m known to sleep with married women,” she chuckled. “It only happened once but you know how people are.” “We all do mistakes.” “When my pain was suffocating me, I was going to a pub and drinking until I couldn’t feel it anymore. Once, I was taken home by a woman and I woke up in her bed. Only to be caught by her husband a couple hours later.” Amy fell silent after this admission. She was waiting for the judgement to come. People always judged a woman that was sleeping with someone married or that was having relations with another woman. But Rose didn’t say a thing. Instead, she pointed to a picture on the wall. A younger version of her and Maxence together in a park. Maxence had his arms around Rose and he was smiling brightly. Rose was just as happy on this picture. “This was the day we admitted our feelings to each other. It was one month after I broke up with Liv.” “You mean…” “Olivia Baxter, our doctor. We’ve known each other since forever. I’m totally bi. Not gonna judge you on this one.” “We didn’t…” “No.” Amy was relieved to know this at least. A friend that wasn’t judging her and that hadn’t let her make another mistake. Finally someone open minded. “Not enough alcohol in this building for us to be drunk. And I’m faithful.” “I used to be,” sadly murmured the therapist. She sat up and stared at the wall before her. She felt it, it was time to speak about the weight on her shoulders. Something she had never done before but Rose was offering her the trust and friendship she needed. It was all new but she knew deep down that she could say anything to this woman. She would listen and never judge. Hopefully. As a way to prove it, Rose took her hand and gently squeezed it. “The virus was already out when it happened. It wasn’t as bad as it is now. We could go out and have fun. And that’s what we did, my husband and son and I. There was a fair in our little town and we’ve spent the day there. It was a long and amazing day. My little boy, my William…” Her voice trailed off and she stopped speaking for a couple minutes. The anxiety was strangling her again. Rose didn’t say anything, she just stroked her hand with her thumb. A way to reassure her, to tell her that she wasn’t alone. After all, she was going through a loss too and she knew what it was. There was nothing to say at the moment. She could only listen. “We let him eat too much sugar and he was sick. I was driving so Bob, my husband, could deal with our son. He was blaming me for buying so much candy floss and so many sweets and I was trying to argue that our son’s happiness was the only thing that mattered. Every kid experiences sickness because of sweets at one point. But this argument signed our end. It distracted us.” She closed her eyes as the memories flew into her mind. She could see herself driving, her husband turned to watch William who was complaining about a belly ache. Two parents arguing and a sick child. She was looking for a place to stop the car so they could get out and breathe some fresh air to make the nausea disappear. And this man came out of nowhere. She brutally steered to avoid him and she lost the control of the car. No matter how hard she was trying to get the control back, the car kept sliding on the road and her husband was yelling at her and it was disturbing her. What had to happen happened. The car left the road and collided with a tree. The shock was so violent and so sudden that the airbags didn’t work. Her head bumped against the steering wheel and she thought it was over for her. “When I woke up, I was in the ICU. They waited until I was transferred to the light cares unit before telling me the truth. They haven’t suffered, they say. The collision killed them both instantly.” This was the last straw. Amy burst into tears and Rose wrapped her arms around her. She hugged her tight and rubbed her back while she cried all the pain that was still hurting her heart.

Zachary was worried. He had watched Maxence working and entering all the formula he had written on the wall on his personal space. Zachary had transferred the data to Tegan for him to approve of them. He would have to talk with Rose to be sure this was exact and to use those formula for their researches. But that wasn’t the reason why Zachary was so worried. After he was done, Maxence had cleaned the walls and instead of pacing around his cage, he had lain down and closed his eyes as if he was gonna sleep. At first, Zachary had thought he was doing it out of habit – a habit from when he was human – or because he was simply bored and wanted to look at the ceiling like he was often doing. Allegro was watching a movie in his cell. There was nothing to worry about for him. However, for Maxence, things were getting complicated. His brain seemed to have switched to a standby mode. A sort of sleep that wasn’t really sleep. He was just lying there with his eyes closed. Zachary was keeping an eye on his vital signs. His brain activity had reduced to the minimum, to the very minimum. If Zach didn’t have the other information under his eyes, he would think that the man was dead or about to be. Maybe he was dying. Zachary wasn’t very qualified on this field but he was clever enough to understand that something was wrong. The vital signs weren’t good at all. He entered an alert on their interactive group work. Someone needed to come and do a check up on him. Just to be sure that the fake cure given to him wasn’t having any effect on him anymore. Just a precaution not to lose him all of a sudden. Tegan was busy with the hacker and the maker of this fake cure at the moment and he wouldn’t be able to come before he was done. Rose had gone with Amy a little moment ago and they hadn’t come back yet. Jack and Clara were checking new formulas with Martha. Liv was probably getting some rest somewhere. All the qualified people of this team were busy elsewhere. Zachary hoped they would see the alert before anything happened to Maxence. That could be really bad. Allegro, on the other hand, was perfectly fine. All the effects of the ultraviolet were gone since they had turned off the lights and he hadn’t had any other fit of anger. Another check up was supposed to be done on him. If he was getting three negatives in a row, he would be able to come out of this place. It would be a relief but he wasn’t putting his hopes too high. He was bored in this cage but he was also very safe. Zachary was often chatting with him whenever he was having a small break. “Any good zombie movies to recommend to me?” It was just yesterday. Allegro was in a quite good mood and he wanted to joke. A zombie movie really was the easiest of jokes in the current times. That was why Allegro had asked for this. “What makes you think I’m a fan of zombie movies?” “You’re quite young. Young people love scaring themselves with those sorts of movies.” “Sorry to disappoint you, I’m prefer comedies and anime series. I love a good documentary too.” “Still a kid inside.” “What’s the point of growing up if you can’t be childish at times?” “I like your philosophy but I unfortunately have seen too many horrors to find my innocence again.” Just like Jack, Allegro had been a soldier before. When his contract with the army was over, he hadn’t renewed it. Instead, he had started looking for small jobs that were less stressful and that didn’t require traveling that much. That’s how he had ended up being a security member of this lab. Not a bad job during the good times. “You’re locked in there for a while, why not bringing back all those memories from your childhood? I’m sure the cartoons you used to watch are still available.” “How old do you think I am?” Zachary chuckled. He knew how old Allegro was. He was gonna turn forty soon. On normal times, some of his colleagues would have organised a small surprise party. Just to celebrate this special day. This lab could be such a perfect place sometimes. “Old enough to listen to those songs no one knows on Jazz FM.” “I like this radio. It’s relaxing.” “More a fan of Beethoven, me.” “That is surprising.” “I like rock music. I wish I could have gone to a Maiden concert. I guess it’s a dream that will never come true though.” “You can’t know. They maybe will find a cure that will save this world.” “It will take a while before people start trusting other people again to gather into public places.” “There’s this band I really like. A French band. It’s quite special but it’s really good. Ever heard of Indochine?” “If that’s not about this part of the world, then, I don’t what it is.” “It inspired the name. Listen to it. It’s really nice.” That’s how Zach had ended up on YouTube to listen to that French band while Allegro was taking a nap. Old school, bit weird, but very good. He really liked the music. Some of their songs were bringing energy and good vibes. It certainly was appreciated. “Are you watching one of those cartoons again?” joked Allegro. “Nope.” “That seems entertaining.” “It is. That’s the band you’ve told me about. I don’t understand half the lyrics but their music is nice.” “You can’t understand them. There isn’t any sense to their lyrics most of the time.” “Not sure about it.” “That’s not what’s causing you to be so anxious though.” “No. I’m keeping an eye on Maxence’s vital signs and they haven’t been good for a couple hours. I’ve entered an alert but no one has seen it yet.” “Is this that bad?” “If there wasn’t this information on my screen, I’d thought he’s dead. He hasn’t moved in hours.” “And no one had come? That’s weird.” “They’re all busy. T is on the hacker case. Rose is with the therapist. Jack and Clara and Martha are busy with some new formulas. I have no idea where Liv can be. And there’s nothing…” He was interrupted in his explanation by the striding sound and the red alert on his screens. Maxence sat up straight suddenly, gasping for air. He tapped the wall for someone to help him. Zach was powerless but thankfully, he saw Liv, fully dressed into a hazmat suit, running straight to his cage. She had seen the alert, he thought with relief. Maxence was coughing now. He still couldn’t breathe. He fell down the bed, on his hands and knees. Liv tried to talk to him but he wasn’t listening. All he wanted was air. She placed an oxygen mask on his face. He greedily breathed in that pure air finally reaching his lungs. “Breathe slowly, Maxence. Very slowly.” He wasn’t listening. He was too focused on taking as much air as he could. He was feeling better now that he could breathe again. He looked up at Liv and saw the sadness and fear in her eyes. She pressed her fingers on his ear briefly and pulled them back. The tip of her gloves was covered with a crimson sticky fluid. Blood. He touched his face, his ears, his nose, his mouth and his fingers were covered with the same blood. It wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all. “We’re gonna have to make you go through another scan.” She had seen his latest results and they were bad. Jack had created an alert about it earlier this week. Zachary’s had made an echo to this alert and was telling them that the situation was getting worse. Maxence was fighting the virus and it was slowly killing him. Liv cupped his cheek. “You have to stop fighting. I know you don’t want to, but you have to. It’s important. You’re dying, Maxence.” Dying. The word echoed in his mind. Wasn’t he already dying? Wasn’t he dead since the moment he had been infected? He wanted to get better and he needed to be himself to find that cure. He couldn’t be himself if he stopped fighting. Rose wanted him to fight. So he had to keep fighting. Whatever it caused him. “I’m serious, Max. You might not hold on until we find that cure if you don’t let the virus win.” He shook his head and put the mask back on his face. Liv was amazed to see how aware he was of his surroundings. She knew it was because he was fighting but it was still a shock to see it. “Rose will understand. Nightwalkers don’t die from the virus unless they get involved in fights. You can’t be both. You’ll get back to your real self, but not now.” He pushed the mask away once again. His breathing was much better. He didn’t need it anymore. He gave it back to Liv. She would probably have to destroy it now. She wouldn’t use it on someone healthy. Or she would keep it for him if he was having another fit. “You can let go. It’s okay.” He didn’t want to. He refused to. He didn’t want to abandon his friends, his team. He wanted to help them as much as he could. Even if he had to die for this. He shook his head and Liv took her hand away from his face. “I’ll always be there to save you like you’ve saved me if you keep fighting. I won’t let you die.” He was surprised by the sudden change of speech from the young woman. What was making her change her mind so quickly? There must be a reason for that. “You never gave up when I was in troubles,” she murmured. “So I’m never gonna give up until you’re better.” Next thing he knew, she was hugging him tight. The plastic of the suit creaked. It was rather unpleasant to feel this against his skin but it was the first time he was given a hug in forever. So he hugged her back. It wasn’t the same as hugging Rose but it was okay. He liked it. Finally someone wasn’t afraid of the nightwalker him.

Tegan quickly walked to the public workspace where Camden and Donna were working. Camden had asked for him to come because they had found a clue for the patient zero. Even if it was good news, he wasn’t pleased to be interrupted in his rest. He had sorted things out with Colin and made him lock away in an empty area of the lab with guards to be sure he wouldn’t run away. It was also for him to be fed and taken care of if there was any problem. This was a solved case. While he was resting after Liv healed him, there had been this alert from Zachary that was causing him to be anxious. So anxious that he was on the edge of panicking. That was why Liv had insisted on him resting. She would check on Maxence and keep him updated. His head was pounding and his face was painful. Colin had quite a punch and doing nothing to protect himself had been a clever but dangerous move. He was paying for it but that pain was highly satisfying knowing the result. He had remained on the couch of his office for a moment before another mail came. A mail from Camden requiring his presence immediately. He had sighed and made his way there. He couldn’t refuse any clue when it was for a cure that would save Maxence. “I hope that’s not a deadlock. I’m not in the mood for fake hopes.” Speaking was hurting because it was using too many muscles that were bruised and sensitive but he couldn’t avoid this conversation. It was too crucial. Donna opened her eyes wide when she saw his face and Camden raised an interrogative eyebrow. This place was rather interesting in the end. The interactions between the scientists seemed to be highly charged. More than in a usual lockdown situation. There were personal matters interfering. It was fascinating. “What has happened to you?” “Bad moves while training.” “I’ve studied biology. This is not an accident.” “Whatever. This is not what brings me here, right?” “Jack and Clara will tell you I’m a very curious man.” “He is,” confirmed Donna. “And I never give up until I have my answers.” “That’s also true,” sighed the red-haired woman. “Well, look for all the answers you want and give me what I’ve come for.” Tegan sat down on the chair facing Camden and pushed the cardboard boxes that were in front of him. He folded his arms on his chest. He wanted to go back to his couch with an ice pack and an aspirin. But he was as curious as Camden and wanted his answers. “As a scientist, you must know what the Xeroderma Pigmentosum is.” “Yes. An extremely rare disease that makes every patient unable to bear the UV lights.” “And did you know there were researches to find a cure?” “Just like every cancer on Earth, there always has been researches for Xeroderma Pigmentosum. Get straight to the point.” Camden gathered a couple of papers that were scattered in front of him and pushed them toward Tegan. The neurologist took them. He didn’t understand where Camden was going but it was because his pain was distracting him. “We’ve found out that the most important researches were done by someone called Myrtle Appleton. Here, in England.” “However,” continued Donna, “she was sacked from the lab she was working in because she was using unconventional methods. It was a couple days before the virus hit the world officially.” “But she didn’t stop her researches. She has done them clandestinely.” “So, you’re telling me that this Myrtle Appleton was running experiences secretly and that one of these experiences might have gone wrong and provoked this whole mess?” “Yes.” Tegan put the documents down. He hadn’t even read them. His mind was focused on something else, something that didn’t please him at all. He jumped to his feet and left the workspace. He made his way to the empty part of the building where Colin was locked. Their paths kept crossing and Tegan really, really hated it…

To be continued...

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Colin was outrageously relaxed for someone who had been sacked and locked away. Tegan was resisting the envy of throwing him out of the lab and letting him see how he would survive out there. It was a chance that it hadn’t done it yet since Colin was gonna be really useful if he accepted to speak. Tegan wouldn’t get inside his prison. It would be playing Colin’s game. He would just do what he had to do by staying outside. One black eye was enough for him. He observed Colin. The scientist was laid on the desk of the room and watching the ceiling. He had a smirk on his face. He didn’t seem bothered at all by the whole situation. He was annoyed to have been caught but he was living it quite well. And this was infuriating Tegan. How could this mad scientist be so happy with himself when he almost killed a man?

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o-taryn-o · 6 years

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Watching The Last Jedi Thoughts and Reactions

I’ve been obsessed with reading Reylo fan fiction since the opening night I saw TLJ. Ive seen this movie a lot but thought it would be fun to watch it again and react. I guess I had a lot to comment on Rose and Finn and also DJ. Enjoy~

Wow these opening credits are super vague…

I really love this opening scene it’s 100% my favorite Star Wars opening.

Carrie Fishers daughter is super cool. Hux looks v tired and/or on drugs.

Sansa’s insane aunt from Game of Thrones. Love BB-8, I ship Poe and Hux more then Hux and Kylo tho. “punch it!” I love that they have enough time to say cute one liners when piloting a ship. THIS SCENE IS EDITED SO FUCKING WELL THOOOO. Its literally FLAWLESSLY edited. 2nd “punch it!” When the bombers show up my heart starts beating faster, my favorite action sequence ever. Not even thinking about how theres no gravity in space. I love Paige so much! Have I ever seen a asian woman save the day in a movie ever? Why are her hands so beautiful? I LOVE THE COSTUMES OF THIS MOVIE. I wonder where Kylo is? Finn bb!! I wonder why he’s in a storage room? This movie is SO SEXUAL. Love me some beautiful island porn. LOVE that Luke throws the saber, love subverting expectations. “Master Skywalker?” is so cute I have such a crush on Rey. Wow the huts are so cute. Daisy is literally so beautiful, want to be and also kiss her. Progs, so cute. Rey literally doesn’t waste anything love it she takes the books later also. “Where’s Han?” and then cuts to Kylo love it. The fuck is a “cur”? ADAM DRIVER fuck. This room is so red, its so pretty. This movie is visually STUNNING. Ben’s hair is fucking glorious, also look at those LIPS! I just want him to be with Rey and happy. Ben is fucking loosing his mind Ryan made him look so broken I love it. “Prepare my ship!” is so sexy. Rey’s accent is so perfect. Literally what Luke said he doesn’t want to do he does by the end of the movie. Love poncho Rey! This island is so fucking cool I need more high quality pictures going around. The green milk is so funny. I love that Rey looks away from the creature in embarrassment but then not Ben’s naked chest. I need to take so many screenshots of this movie, theres so many moments people forget! Rey in the tree, so beautiful, I can’t wait to find out id those books give us any information next film. I hope the next film starts with the vision Rey and Ben saw next film. I want to see Reys dreams. I miss Carrie.

Poe is so annoying, Leia is so right. What a great line, “get your head out of your cockpit”. How does Finn know what the binary beacon is? THIS is when shit goes down. I really like that everything in this movie goes wrong. “Follow my lead” so sexy. Ben is literally crying feeling his mothers presence. And yet people thing this isn’t a redemption story. *shakes my head* Even The First Orders uniforms are so crispty its beautiful. I really like that Leia saved herself. Finn looks so good in that jacket I’m so excited for his blue pants look. Chewy and Porgs is all I ever needed. The lights in the cockpit of the falcon are really beautiful. The shots in this movie are GORGEOUS. I feel like R2 has a really dirty mouth. I can’t wait for Ben and Rey to escape with the falcon from somewhere and then takeout. IM SO READY. Luke is kinda creepy? Never liked Luke, Leia should have been the protagonist of the original trilogy. HOLDO is a BABE! Love her look and tone and everything she saids is bomb. I love that she talks about everyone else in the galaxy and the importance of keeping everyone hopeful. Why is there so much sexual tension between Poe and EVERYONE? I do feel like Poe is bi tho. Holdo is RIGHT, Poe is annoying and a dick. Sorry I don’t make the rules. He’s hot but wrong. Finn and Rose are so GOOD, it makes me so happy this whole scene. I’m sorry bb Rose I wish I could give her a hug. “Doing talking…” haha I love Kelly so much. Rose is v smart and I love that she stuns him and then drags him. DRAG HIM GIRL. All the men in this movie are making mistakes and the women are being smart this is true to life. Rose and Finn are honestly so perfect together. Its so annoying that Finn and Poe keep interrupting Rose, also true to life. Maz in the next movie is gonna be into Reylo. Also “union dispute?” what the hell is Maz talking about? How and why does Poe know Maz? I love sleepy Rey, Ben isn’t even mad when he sees her. He looks her up and down so many times throughout this movie. He’s so in love before she is, its cute. Reys outfit is perfection. What Rey said actually wasn’t completely wrong. “s tension, a balance” REYLO! I love that they go into what the force is in this movie. Porgs on the ship is so cute, so is Rey in rain. Ben with his questions, I like that Ben is actually listening to her to see how she feels about him. HE LOOKED AT HER LIPS! WET GLOVES. Finn is so distracted. Pretty cool looks in the casino, those glasses are sweet. Finn/John is so hot. Love watching Rey with her staff. I need one of those belts. An ICON. Could listen to Rey’s theme all day. I feel so bad for the locals, Reys a little bit of a dick. Right when she decides to follow Luke I need that gif! This conversation is great but all I can focus on is the fact that Luke saids “huberous” twice always makes me anxious. I love space operas. Men failing, *a theme*. “I need someone to show me my place in all this” its Ben baby! DJ is cool, why does nobody talk about him. He’s such a interesting character. BB-8 is a badass. Fathiers are so beautiful. It was unnessicary for them to crash through the window and run inside, this whole case is too long. I can’t believe that they have already filmed most of the next movie. I like that Leia and Luke are talking. Now Reys asking the questions, she’s trying to understand him, she wants to understand him. I haven’t noticed till now how inconsistent their voices are over the force. Sleeping baby Ben is my favorite, with his calligraphy set? Precious. Did he show her his past? Or does she just believe him? I want to see the other cut scenes from Reys storyline. Its really cool to see Rey mirroring herself. This is a really cool scene. I’m so happy Ben has long hair in Episode 9. Bens already crying just from her telling him about how lonely she is!! They are eye fucking rn, I know what that look is. I REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT THEY ARE SEEING!!! Luke fucking ruins everything. Ben must be freaking out rn. Yeah get him Rey! I love this fight in the rain. Rey is right. The thing is like how do you know someones completely evil? Who makes that judgement call? This scene is cool, love the look of Yoda. Its a lot of pressure on Rey to continue the Jedi order if she’s the one who knows all the stuff in the books, Im glad she grabbed them. “The greatest teacher failure is”, “we are what they grow beyond” GREAT QUOTES. Rose is a badass. DJ is kinda right tho. “Let me learn you something big” so funny. No one can tell me Rey didn’t wash up and get pretty for meeting Ben. Ben made sure he was the first face she saw, he looks hot. Sweet hacking skills. The iron is really fun editing, they all look really good in the uniforms. The first shot of the elevator scene is so sexual, Ben holding her lightsaber in front of him with her hands in handcuffs. Oofff. Ryan made this scene as sexy as he could. Its so intimate. They want each other so bad. Rey whispers and leans in. Ben is so soft. His trying to hard to focus on his goal of killing Snoke and saving Rey. Rose is so salty “of course you do”. I feel like everyone puts up with Poe because he’s hot, because he’s a dick. Another failed plan. Yeah Leia get him! I love that she just shoots. Her daughter surrendering is really funny. Leia and Holdo are so cute I hope they made out one night really drunk when they were younger that was ,y first thought when they held hands. I absolutely love Holdo’s hair. Reys outfit in the throne room is so cool. She’s so strong, Ben is trying so hard to keep it together in the back. Theres no way Snoke bridged their minds. Ben got so scared when he said that. “No” she’s so strong. Ben looks so sad. Oscar Issacs ass is fine! John is really good in this scene and Rose’s scream is terrifying. Murder in Bens eyes. Its really scary that Snoke has so much control over Rey. Rey with Bens saber is all I ever needed. Bens gloved fingers are v sexy. Also THAT FLICK! When they look at each other they know, there in love. THIS FIGHT IS EVERYTHING! When DJ saids “maybe” I felt that. They are so powerful together. I love watching them fight together, can’t wait for the 9! Ben fighting off 3 guards is so hot. Rey dropping her saber and backhanding ir is really hot. Wow this moment is so intense its so quiet. Im so mad Ben didn’t stop the fleet though. The way he saids Rey, why are both of their voices so hot. I need Rey to tell him off in the next movie the way he’s telling off her parents. “Please” murders me. Rey is so smart, she knows he isn’t good yet. This is Rey’s moment of “I know what I have to do” Its crazy that Rose and Finn almost died by being beheaded! The silent part is so beautiful. Why was Phasma so far away? BB-8 in that thing is pretty weird though. Finn is so powerful. He’s super reckless in this film. Rose is so good I want to be her and slide hug her. “Rebel scum” is such a good line. Snokes lower body falling off the throne is super graphic. Ben is so mad Rey left. I can’t wait to see more of soft Ben, I don’t like him choking Hux even though its Hux. Rose and Finn are very lucky they made it below that door. I think everyone always thinks of Rose and Finn as cute and funny, but they are honestly serious and smart. So many people died in this movie. I don’t understand how they aren’t wearing goggles if its salt, they would be crying right now. This run takes a lot more time then it is distance wise. Its so pretty though, so I don’t care. Rey and Chewy saving the day is my favorite thing. “Wooh I like this!” so cute. I love watching Rey shoot. The crystal creatures are so pretty. Finn no! Yes Rose! “I saved you… dummy. Thats how were gonna win, not fighting what we hate, saving what we love.” Rose is right everyone! Listen up! Why does Ben say “no prisoners”, maybe he is bad? I love Reylo I don’t understand I believe in Ben. Is he lying to himself? Could he actually kill his mother? Luke and Leia are so sweet. Also their conversation about Ben makes everything more confusing, so he’s not gone? Aw Luke kissing Leia’s forehead is really sweet. Lukes wink is funny. This music is so good. Finn taking care of Rose is my favorite thing. The editing is so beautiful. Rey in snow >>>> Also “Lifting rocks” how does she know thats what normal Jedi start training with? Ben is such a baby in this scene, he’s so upset. I love that Rey and Finn normalize intimate friendship. Ben is the truest definition of a ‘Dark Prince’ if Ive ever seen one. I’m really glad Luke died here, its time, the sunset it really nice.

Bens eyes say it all here. Chewy and Leia so sweet. Reys smile is so AWW. Finn putting a blanket on Rose is the best. Rey knows she’s thinking about Ben. “We have everything we need” I bet Leia had a big part in 9 I’m so sad Carrie is gone :(

This last scene with the kids is really the perfect ending, HOPE.

#reylo #star wars tlj #netflix #love #finnrose

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brokenknight30 · 6 years

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Body’s Desires

This is a work of fiction based on my forays into the world of Erotic Hypnosis and Domination. So although fiction, it is based on real experiences

Chapter 1

She slowly sighed leaning back reading another of his stories. She couldn't tell anyone why she found them so hot, the savagery, the animistic behavior.. The hot sex. He regularly forced the women in his stories to enjoy sex becoming so enthralled inside them that you could feel each and everything happening to the female lead. The slow winding road he dragged her down turning her into the perfect submissive, fucktoy. She turned off her computer and climbed into bed, her pussy still ached from the last orgasm reading of the women in his story to be fucked in a public bar room. Tied down and used. She moaned softly as the fantasies began flowing around her again and her fingers drifted down inside her thighs gently tracing and teasing her pussy before forcefully plunging inside.

What was this man like in real? was he as dominant? as strong as the male character's he wrote about? She pictured the man behind the stories, standing over her forcing her to stare into his eyes as he forced his fingers in and out of her pussy fucking her in deep low strokes She suddenly heard his deep growling voice commanding her to cum and she screamed out as she exploded around his fingers.. panting softly she curled up into her blankets the line between fantasy and reality blurring as she slowly dropped into sleep.

She got home from work and sighed as she kicked off her high heels. she meandered around her flat cooking a meal, a glass of wine. relaxing after her hard day. Her boss had given her a new account and it was proving hard work. The client flip flopping on most decisions, one moment deciding on one thing, the next deciding on another. So when she finally sat at her computer, and checked her emails, she found her self sitting silently and still in shock.

He had replied. She'd left a few comments on his different chapters and his different stories never expecting a response. But he had.

"Dear miss fangbanger Thank you for taking your time to read my various works I'm glad they bring you pleasure. I notice you have read all my works and that you read them again as well. I must admit I only write when inspired and sometimes inspiriation dries up so my different ideas dry up for awhile. I apologise for taking so long to respond to your comments but my real life work makes it difficult sometimes for me to reply quickly to responses. Perhaps you would like to inspire my next story? or perhaps a new chapter? you may contact me again via email, if you'd prefer a "live" chat, my skype is busteddreamingknight and no we dont have to voice we can simply im chat.

Hope this email finds you well, Your new favourite author :P bustedknight"

Her pulse quickened.. He wanted to talk to her.. maybe use her as an inspiration. She felt her pulse beat harder. No one had done that before. No one had cared that much or found her that attractive that they would be inspired to do anything like that. But was she willing? Did she want to open up to this man she hardly knew? he made her pussy drip with desire but, she didnt know him, she only knew what turned him on, and they were all fantasies that could be construed as dangerous... Even if the very ideas he wrote about made her pussy ache, even if she found herself fantasizing every time she was the women in the story being forced to submit.. To be turned into a submissive sexual slave fuck toy.

She shuddered again as her pussy began throbbing gently, almost as if it was talking to her, telling her "go ahead.. you want this.. give in to me"

with a shaking hand she flicked her Skype up, typed in his screen name, then hit add.

She leaned back in her chair in a slight state of shock at what she'd done so impulsively. Listening to her dark side, her fantasies.. her pussy.

She finished her glass of wine and began stripping off her clothing. She felt constricted. Stripping off her shirt and panites, her bra. Leaving herself completely nude before shrugging on a long baggy t-shirt and sweat pants. Her "comfy" clothing she liked to wear when she relaxed. When her screen flashes up a new Im window

busteddreamerknight: Hi there.. I am glad you decided to add me. makes it so much easier to talk no?

she blinked, walked slowly over to her computer and sat down. What should she say? what should she think? had he been waiting there for her? had he been already fantasising about what he would do to her if she fell into his hands? she quickly began typing a reply

missfangbanger: ... I guess so though it's a little scarey talking to strangers the first time. busteddreamerknight: Perhaps.. Though not a stranger in entirety you know kind of what i look like from my stories, Average height darkish hair, clear blue eyes. and you know some of my darkest fantasies.. As reading my stories has opened your mind to what goes on inside mine some what. missfangbanger: that is part of the fear.. what if your a whack job? a nut case? busteddreamerknight: -chuckles lightly- I assure you i am not.. Though i am kinky. missfangbanger: -giggles nerviously- I noticed that from your writing busteddreamerknight: who me? -polishes his halo whistling innocently- missfangbanger: -gigglesnorts- I dont believe that for a moment mister!

she felt comfortable, relaxed. There was no pressure from him he just seemed like a genuine guy with a dark kinky side. So she continued talking to him asking him about his inspirations for his stories discussing the motivating factors for his stories. When the talk turned into something a little more

busteddreamerknight: Yes I enjoy physically dominating women, though in my experience the physical usually turns into mental dominance as well? missfangbanger: how do you mean ?

She was kinda intrigued,

busteddreamerknight: Well its like this, your body is attuned to your desires, your feelings and how you feel. So if done correctly it can be used to control the mind, and if you control the body, and you control the mind through the body.. The mind will follow and give you its control

She bit her lip curiously missfangbanger: how do you mean? busteddreamerknight: for example, if i told you that right now. I could grab your wrists pin them above your head and press you against the wall hard pinning you there holding you tightly. eyes locked on yours holding your gaze. Your pussy would twitch.. maybe even moisten. your breathing would grow heavier.. deeper as your arousal grew

she read his words and gasped slightly as she pictured it in her mind letting his words build her fantasy. Her body, her pussy responding to his words, to the fantasy.. to what he was doing. missfangbang:.. I guess

busteddreamerknight: See even now, your body is responding to my words. Your body wants me to take control of it like that. busteddreamerknight: You can feel yourself pinned against the wall, you can imagine the hard brick behind your body. Feel my fingers digging into your wrists.. busteddreamerknight: You can imagine me gripping them tightly in one hand. sliding my other over your hips, teasing your inner thighs. busteddreamerknight: and your pussy will get wetter as you imagine it.. as you feel it. It will crave to be touched by my fingers as you lose yourself in the moment. If you try to force your thighs closed to hide yourself from me busteddreamerknight: I'd simple kick your feet apart. locking my gaze on yours. forcing you to stay open for me. sliding my fingers over your slit teasing the wetness over your pussy lips busteddreamerknight: and i bet as you focus on the fantasy im building with these words, your body is responding. enjoying the touches im giving its getting wetter.. aroused more and more busteddreamerknight: you can feel my eyes locked on yours. You can feel my fingers sliding into you. Forcing you to focus on that feeling. You can hear me tell you that... Focus on my fingers in your pussy.. feel them slide in and out in and out arousing you... turning you on... forcing the arousal.. the pleasure on your mind

she read the words her panting softly her legs shifted open of their own desire... her pussy was growing wetter and wetter.. begging to be touched. and as his words continued her hand slide into her pants and stroked her pussy. fingers moving. In and out in and out

busteddreamerknight: and your mind might not have wanted this.. but now you are aroused by what you've read your body wants it. Your body controls your mind. busteddreamerknight: and as your pussy gets wetter and wetter for ME as you grow more and more aroused. I am controlling your body's desires... So if I control your body's desires I control your mind.... busteddreamerknight: you can feel my fingers thrusting in and out in and out making you more aroused. taking you towards an orgasm. busteddreamerknight: focus on the feeling focus on what im doing. Your mind now wants that orgasm.. It needs the orgasm as your body does..

she whimpered missfangbang: Yes...

busteddreamerknight: So focus on what is going on. feel my fingers fucking you as you are pinned against the wall... focusing on the feeling Your body controlling your mind... Almost like each stroke of my fingers fucks your mind into submission fucks it into my control busteddreamerknight: giving in second by second as you get closer and closer to orgasm. fingers pumping in and out... in and out busteddreamerknight: and you want it.. your body craves it.. your mind wants it now.. giving into the pleasure. The more it submits to my fingers.. My control.. the more aroused you get. The more aroused you get. The more you submit busteddreamerknight: fingers moving in and out harder and harder thumb toying with your clit pumping deeper.. busteddreamerknight:You can feel the orgasm getting closer and closer... as you get closer and closer your mind submits to me more and more.. The more it submits.. the more it gives into my control the closer you cum to orgasm... busteddreamerknight: you want to cum. busteddreamerknight: your body wants to cum busteddreamerknight: You need to cum busteddreamerknight: I control your body. busteddreamerknight: I control your orgasm. busteddreamerknight: Your mind is controlled by your body now busteddreamerknight: Your mind wants what the body wants. busteddreamerknightL Your body wants the orgasm. busteddreamerknight: Your mind wants what the body wants. busteddreamerknight: I control your body. Your body controls your mind. I control your mind busteddreamerknight: fucking you harder.. deeper... faster busteddreamerknight: harder.... busteddreamerknight: deeper.... busteddreamerknight: faster....... busteddreamerknight: When you cum your mind will have given complete control to me.... Just like your body already has. busteddreamerknight: feel my fingers pumping in and out.. in and out busteddreamerknight: feel each ridge.. each movement... fucking all other thoughts.. worries.. cares from your mind. busteddreamerkniight: becoming relaxed.. aroused.. mindless.. only the need to cum paramont.. nothing else matters.. nothing else all you are is your pussy. your need to cum. busteddreamerknight: mind emptying moment as your mind is overpowered by arousal. My fingers moving in and out in and out. busteddreamerknight: You want this.. Need this.. giving in with every breath you take busteddreamerknight: I will count to five. each number your arousal will grow stronger and stronger.. on five you will cum hard and explode in orgasm. Your mind under my control. 1.... growing more aroused... 2..... mind losing its control more and more to me..... 3 4.... Almost there... needing it.. wanting it... 5 CUM NOW

Your mind is mine to control now.. When you cum, your mind gave that control to me... Your body wanted it.. So your mind wanted it.. now its mine.. IF you enjoyed that control... if you enjoyed this and want more in the future If I type KNIGHTS DOLL NOW you will relax back into this sensation.. Giving me control of your mind again. now I am going to count to five. when i reach five you will cum again... fully awake... alert to your surroundings... 1

5 CUM NOW WIDE AWAKE... ALERT... REFRESHED

Her pussy spasmed in orgasm again and she gasped screaming out in ecstasy she panted heavily in her seat. omg omg omg that was fucking intense she whimpered and squirmed her pussy on fire and soaked.

bustedbattereddreamer: You ok there? missfangbang: yes... omg that was intense... bustedbattereddreamer: See sometimes your body can control your mind? missfangbang: -blushes-... yes.. yes i do see what you mean now. busttedbattereddreamer: Thankyou for the inspiration for a new story -smiles lightly chuckling- but i fear i have to go now missfangbang: -blushes- ... your welcome.. and oki have a good evening!!

He signed out and she sat in her chair.. her body was inflamed with arousal... she couldnt wait to read his next story.. see where it took her.

She laid in bed thinking over what had happened that evening. What the hell had he done to her.. She had felt totally out of control she had to follow what he had said. She wasn't willing not to follow them. Her pussy began to grow warm again as she thought over what she had done earlier. Her hand drifted down between her thighs and they splayed open wantomly as her fingers begin toying with her pussy as if her fingers had a mind of their own. No.. not her fingers. HIS fingers. she moaned out loud as the fantasy began forming. That's why she couldnt control them they werent her fingers, they were his fingers stroking her pussy. Teasing it. Toying with it. Making it purr. Suddenly his fingers plundged inside her thrusting deep. Slow strokes. She grunted and moaned hips thrusting up against his fingers. "oh god." she moaned, "im gonna.. im gonna cum" she cried out to him as his fingers pumped faster and faster rubbing that sweet spot inside her She screamed out loud her whole body going ridged before she flopped down exhausted her body limp. What had he done to her, was her last thought before she fell asleep.

Chapter 2

It had been a week. She'd logged in to Skype every night but hadn't seen him. Every night she relived that night with him her body continually succumbing to orgasm after orgasm whether she wanted to play or not, her body craved it. His touch. Craved for the orgasms he gave, no matter what her mind wanted. He'd truly taken control of her body.

But he hadn't come online. Not once. Work was becoming harder as well. She would find her concentration wandering thinking about him. What he'd done. Fantasizing about his various stories being the women turned into a slave. A slut. She looked across at the client listening to his ideas for how he wanted his product advertised, but instead of concentrating she found her herself fantasizing he was her boss ordering her into his office. She was sure she had done everything right on the account as she looked across the desk at her boss. His clear blue eyes stared into her own hazel eyes and she shivered. It was always like he was stripping her with his eyes every time. Each time it caused a shiver through her body. Fear?. Arousal? she couldn't decide all she knew was every time. She Shivered. "Miss Forxes" That's how he always addressed her, Miss Forxes. never Allison or Ally like the rest of the office. Always Miss Forxes. If anyone else had called her such it would have pissed her off, from him. It made her feel small.. Feminine. "I'd like to know how we lost the O Connell account. It seemed to be all set. Then they appeared to meet with you twice and suddenly. They decided to go with another company. Why?" She couldnt tell him that they'd already lost the account. The last two meetings were her attempt at fixing it, but as she hadn't told anyone it would have just sounded like an excuse. "I don't know" Was all she could say. "You don't know Miss Forxes?" She sighed and shook her head "Do you think I am stupid Miss Forxes?" She blinked confused, "What?" "I said do you think I am stupid Miss Forxes?" "No.. No Sir?" "I know you must have sold out my company I am just not sure why" he slammed his hands down on the desk standing up leaning over it peering into her eyes "what? I no? No? I What?!" He strode around the desk and gripped her hair pulling her head back painfully "Don't lie to me Miss Forxes!" "I am not lying!!" She cried twisting and turning gripping his wrists trying to break free "I know your lying you worthless slut! Now it's just time to Punish your lying ass" He dragged her off the chair and she fell to her knees crying, struggling to break free when suddenly she heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped.she opened her mouth to scream before it was filled with his hard cock. he forced it down her throat hips pressed against her nose she gagged hard and struggled harder finding it harder and harder to breathe until she began to feel light headed. "Are you going to behave Miss Forxes?" As she grew more and more light headed from lack of oxygen she nodded quickly. He slid his cock out from her mouth leaving the head in her mouth "Suck. My cock." She began tentatively sucking his cock. Her tongue lightly fluttering over the hard head. She looked up as he inhaled sharply, watching him for approval she began sucking lightly at first bobbing her head up and down up and down his hips began thrusting pressing his cock into her throat making her gag slightly. She sucks harder and harder slowly she realized she was growing aroused her pussy crying for attention growing wetter and wetter, her panties slowly growing drenched as he used her mouth. He wasn't making love to her. Wasn't looking to love her. He was simply using her mouth for his pleasure. He continued thrusting in her mouth her tongue swirling and teasing as she sucked harder and harder, growing more and more aroused when suddenly he slipped his cock head into her mouth and growled at her "You better take it all" Then he exploded. She sucked greedily trying to drain all his cum into her mouth. After he finished he slipped out of her mouth and she gasped before he quickly threw her over his desk. She grunted in surprise as he slipped in behind her kicked her feet apart slipped his hand under her skirt ripping her panties free and slamming his cock into her. She grunted loudly in surprise as he fucked her from behind his hand never leaving her hair pulling her head up. She couldn't believe he was doing this to her. Her boss. Fucking her over the desk during work. She moaned squeezing her pussy over his cock trying to milk him as he thrust deep and hard into her

She shook her head again breaking herself free from the fantasy again as she listened to the client once more going through what they wanted trying to ignore her soaked panties. She felt her juices dripping down her thighs and shifted uncomfortably and wondered once more. Where was he?

She kicked off her heels and sighed turning on her computer before heading to the kitchen taking the salad from the fridge8 and returning to her computer. She flicked up the erotica website and started picking at her salad when she looked up and noticed he had posted a new story, clicking the link she began reading her salad forgotten. she sat back dazed. Horny. The story was about her. The entire story was their conversation. He'd taken it and built a new story and idea around it. The names had changed, the conversation was built up but she could see it clearly. She had been his inspiration. Then she heard a ding from Skype. She looked up. It was him

bustedbattereddreamer:did you enjoy the story?

She stared at his name. She didnt know what to type. What to say. But her pussy was screaming for him to touch her again......

Chapter 3

She opened her eyes and frowned. She was in bed. Naked.

Her wrists were crossed above her head and her legs were spread wide open. Her pussy was soaked. What the hell happened. She slowly sat up and looked around She remembered him asking her if she liked the story. Then... Nothing Her wrists hurt slightly and she rubbed at them looking around confused before she noticed the clock. "FUCK!" She screamed as she rushed into the bathroom diving into the shower trying to pull her ass out of the frying pan of being late.

Her heels clacked loudly across the tiles of the floor as she rushed towards the elevator, "Wait!" She cried as the door slowly began closing.

Someone held the door for her and she stepped inside. The doors closed and that's when she felt them. She could feel people looking at her and it turned her on. She tried to understand why she was getting so aroused so quickly looking around slowly looking at the metallic walls noticing the men staring then she looked squarely at herself. She was wearing short dress with stockings and heels a white shirt that was barely containing her breasts and nearly see through with a simple white bra, and as she stood there in shock wondering how come she was dressed so sexy today she felt her pussy moisten further. She wasn't wearing panties.

The doors opened on her floor and she shuffled out quickly heading to her office and as she walked through the floor she noticed heads turning staring at her and it only inflamed her pussy further as her thoughts began to wonder who's cock she was making hard, which would fit her need so deliciously "Miss Forxes I want that report on my desk this morning" Her boss called from his office as she shuffled passed, "Yes Sir" She whimpered trying to just get to her office and hide her inflamed desires, just as she reached her door her phone started beeping telling her she had a text. She juggled her bag and phone and opened the door

Bustedknight: "Hello Missfingerbanger"

She stopped in shock dropping her bag gasping allowed. Her phone beeped again

Bustedknight: "Have you been a Good Girl?"

As soon as she read the words Good Girl her body was rocked with more arousal it was like she'd orgasmed without cumming. Like her body shuddered Her fingers danced over her phone screen

Allison: "Bustedknight? Wtf was that? " Bustedknight: "It was a little thing we discussed last night... Did you enjoy your wardrobe attire today?"

"OMG OMG OMG OMG" her thoughts ran in her mind as she sat down at her desk Allison:"this is you?! omg omg omg"

She started to pant and hyperventilate. Her body was screaming with arousal and fear. "What had he done what could he do. She was at work WTF! this is going too far OMG OMG OMG"

Bustedknight: "Don't Worry Allison, I won't toy with you TOO much today.. Although i think this is PANTY PANTY TIME"

As soon as she finished reading his text message she gasped loudly, it felt like a pair of panties had slipped up her thighs, made of silk? satin.. all she knew was the feeling as it grazed over her thighs nearly took her breath away, but when they had reached her pussy it was like a dildo had slowly forced their way inside her pussy and a smaller one inside her Ass. She Moaned involuntarily

Bustedknight: "Goodbye for now Allison" Allison: "Wait wtf ! please don't leave me like this!!" Allison: "please?!" Allison: "hello?!?!"

His silence frightened her, her body was inflamed. She could feel her juices dripping down the top of her thighs, while at the same time she could FEEL the dildos in her pussy and ass every movement of her body the toys moved inside her, even though she knew they werent real she could FEEL them.

She tried to work but all she could think of was her burning desire to fuck. No not fuck to be fucked. Taken. Used like the total slut she was becoming. Somehow she finished the report for her boss, but even as he read it she could not stop staring at his cock wishing it was in his mouth She lost herself in the fantasy feeling the carpet beneath her knees feeling his cock in her mouth. She traced her tongue around the head teasing the underside that spot just below the head flicking her tongue lightly making him moan and shudder, before like a good slut, thrusting her mouth down hard forcing his cock deep into her throat gagging onit. sucking hard. She slide her mouth back ahdn sliding around the shaft as she jacked it off sucking hard on the head "Allison?! Allison?! Are you ok you look flushed?" Her boss's words broke her out of her fantasy and she blushed heavily "I.I.I am fine but i feel a little hot i think i need to go to the bathroom..." He had a puzzled frown on his face but nodded "Ok"

She hurried into the bathroom and locked the door behind her flipping her skirt up she began rubbing her clit hard and vigerously biting down hard on her lip to hide her whimpers moans and cries.. She needed to cum. She wanted to cum.

Her arousal grew and grew as she squeezed her muscles clutching at the toy she could feel inside. She felt her orgasm building inside growing stronger and stronger begging, wishing to ride the wave she knew was coming. But it didnt come. No matter how much she played she couldnt cum she wanted to scream in frustration biting down harder on her lip

She came out of the stalled and woulda killed the first person she met if there had have been anyone, when she looked in the mirror. Her face was flushed with arousal her nipples somehow poked through her bra and she could feel them rubbing painfully against the inside... Then, her hand reached into her pocket... Took out her phone. Pointed at the bathroom mirror and she begun taking pictures.

Not once was she in control of her own body. With each picture taken she felt her arousal spike higher and higher. then as she watched her hand, she began sending them to bustedknight. With each beep of her phone acknowledging her sent pics she felt her orgasm growing stronger and stronger ready to burst free. and then.

bustedknight: GOOD GIRL

as soon as those words appeared on her phone it felt like a ballgag was forced in her mouth and then she exploded in orgasm over and over, body thrusting uncontrollably all the while her eyes locked on her own in the mirror and she had to watch as she orgasmed and her last thought as she came down from her high. What did he do.. wtf is she gonna do... did she want him to do it again....

The rest of the day was filled with simple sexual torture. Before today she would never had said that arousal could be used to torture some one but now she knew the truth. After she came back to her senses embarrassment set in

"omg I just fucking orgasmed at work and sent photographs of it to a man I barely know!!"

She splashed her face with water trying to calm down. But she was still full Every step every movement she felt the two dildos inside her. she walked passed every body. After her bathroom escapades she felt like everyone was staring her hips swinging with that extra sexy swing she couldn't stop.

She sat down at her and hissed hard fighting another moan of pleasure as the toys forced there way deeper into her.

She couldn’t stop herself from fidgeting each shift toying with her senses.. Her pussy... Her ass and yet she still couldn't stop. Her body wanted the sensations so it made sure that it got them. Even though her mind was silently screaming at her to get control. Still it sought out the sensations.

Her phone vibrated again and on auto pilot her hand grabbed her phone and flicked up the message

Bustedknight: How are you doing? I think its time for COMBO 3 have fun

As soon as she read the words combo three the dildos inside her exploded into life pulsating. She gasped loudly dropping her phone to her desk gripping the edge tightly, it was then the vibrations changed and changed again. Hell they weren't even pulsating at the same time. One minute one was throbbing and pulsating intensely next it was a soft low hum. One minute only one dildo was going the next maybe both. Or even just switching from one to the other over and over. Her head dropped to her chest her hips were thrusting at the toys inside her trying for more more more as her mind screamed her arousal silently to the universe. Beep beep beep beep

Bustedknight: enjoying yourself? COMBO OFF Everything stopped she didn't know whether to laugh cry or scream as she snatched her phone

Allison:what the fuck was that? Omgomgomg what are you doing to me? Please stop you are gonna get me fired!! Bustedknight: are you Sure you want me to stop be A good girl tell the truth.

She wanted to scream "YES I'M SURE" Instead. Allison: No I'm not sure I'm loving the teasing it's playing to most of my fantasies but omg I'm so scared I'm going to lose my job

She blinked rapidly as her fingers typed of their own accord but she just KNEW those words were the absolute truth.

Bustedknight: -chuckles- ok lil one ill stop teasing for a bit let you get some work done. Work hard.

Her phone remained silent for a few moments so she put it down resting her head in her hands leaning on her desk.

She was enjoying the fantasy of the situation but the reality of it was scaring her. She'd orgasmed at work and she had sent pictures to a man she really didn't know.

And yet.. He controlled her mind and body so easily so completely her body was inflamed with arousal, not all of it caused by the twin toy inside her. Her blood felt like lava pumping through her veins she was flaming hotter with desires like she had never felt before.

She tried to collect herself and began working. Every so often she would shift in her chair and the toys would move and she would whimper softly as she was reminded how filled she was.

She returned from lunch with the girls and sat back at her desk hissing as the toys thrust into her deeply again.

The girls all ribbed her asking what hot date she had tonight, begging details about this mysterious man that had her so distracted and "the girls" flashing everyone and anyone.

Two guys had even tried to approach the table after one look at her today, buying the table a couple of drinks each. No guy had ever done that before and she blushed at the memory. Her body was so aroused she found herself more aware of the men and had flirted with them like the rest of the table, a lot more than she was ever used to doing normally. It was like the arousal she felt was whispering and encouraging her instead of her shyness holding her back. Her phone beeped again snapping her put of her memory, hand reaching before her brain had kicked in but at the last possible second she hesitated. Maybe it's him again. She didn't know if she could handle any more teasing so she ignored her phone feeling a little smug at her solution to her problem.

Five minutes later her phone beeped again and she ignored it once again. Smiling smugly at her clear victory over her mysterious sexual torturer. She continued working but after a few minutes she found herself fidgeting more and more. Her pussy grew even more inflamed and slowly but surely she felt the urge go fuck growing inside her. After s few more minutes she was grinding into the toys, basically fucking them in the chair she was sitting in. She bit into her lower lip biting back a moan her body screaming to be touched . To her horror and excitement she tugged her skirt up and began rubbing her clit. Moments later she propped her legs on her desk spread lewdly as her fingers Gripped the imaginary dildo in her pussy and began fucking herself with it. How this was happening she didn’t know. Didn't care. All she knew was she needed to be fucked her pussy needed fucking and she couldn't escape the need the desire.

She fucked herself senseless pounding her pussy with the imaginary toy harder and harder moaning loudly in pleasure.. Then her phone beeped her hand reached out picked it up..

And everything was gone. She was sat at her desk her skirt was not around her hips.

She looked around panting feeling the arousal fading slightly the need to fuck herself gone. She looked at her phone still in her hand

13:05 Bustedknight: ANAL 2 13:17 Bustedknight: how does your ass feel? :p

13:48 Bustedknight: I'm guessing your ignoring your phone. Not as clever as you believe..

13:54 Bustedknight: AND CALM...... I advise you do not ignore your phone this time it was a dream... A waking fantasy. It won't be next time

She slumped back in her seat whimpering softly as the toy in her ass began vibrating starting off slow and soft before turning hard and intense in a gradual build up.. holding steady there for a few moments then working its way back down to soft and slow again.

She replayed over the fantasy.. It had been so god damned real. She could feel the remnants of the need in her pussy and the fear of being caught. Her phone beeped again this time she grabbed it quickly Bustedknight: ANAL OFF PANTY PANTY OFF

She gasped as the toys suddenly disappeared and continued reading.

Bustedknight: I hope you enjoyed your day... If you wish to continue our games then log into Skype tonight. If not I hope you at least enjoyed today :) @}~}~~~

She sat there for a few minutes just staring at her phone.

Did she want to continue? Did she really want to stop?

Chapter 4

Allison went through the last hour or so of work on autopilot. She climbed into the elevator and didn't notice the looks from everyone. She climbed into her car and pulled out of the parking complex into the rain. She lent forward and peered out at the rain and was struck suddenly with watching the rain wash everything away. She pulled over. Climbed out the car and simply lent against it tilting get head back enjoying the. Cold water splashing over her. After a few minutes she was soaked but she didn't care.

Her mind replayed the day. How she had been completely controlled. The reality of what had been happening scared her. The feeling of complete helplessness as her limbs and hands moved beyond her control. But.

And that was the kicker. That god damned but that flashed in her mind. But it was hot as hell. She could still feel her pussy was wet. Aroused, no it was ready. Ready to be used. Ready to be fucked. It was almost like a soft spoken whisper, " give me more.. I want this... Need this... More please more..." She flashed back to their first conversation where he had first hypnotized her, and how he discussed you could some times make the body crave something more than the mind can control, she chuckled a little. Apparently he had proven his point rather spectacularly.

She opened her eyes and dropped her head. She was stood across from a Starbucks but she could see her reflection in the plate glass. She was soaked through with her clothing sticking to her skin emphasising her entire body. Her hair curled around her face and stuck to her cheeks. She stared at the women in the reflection. She looked alive. Did she want to continue on this adventure?

Her mind said no. Her pussy pulsed yes.

She climbed back into her car and drove home.

He popped his neck stretching his back with a soft groan. His shift was nearly over and the work in the sun had been nice, hot but nice. His mind just wasn't on the job. His mind was on the delicious women he had met. She was an impossibly good subject, but her unconscious desires did not match her conscious ones. So he had been worrying if he had gone too far even though she had told him at each trigger she was ok with it. He chuckled. Her body really did desire more than her mind.

She walked through her door and stripped off, she took a warm shower and then ordered take out. Watched some TV while she waited. Ate her food when it arrived. Throughout it all she was aware of her body. It was ready to be used and toyed with, it didn't matter that she was scared. That she had no real idea of who this mysterious man was. All she knew was he controlled her completely, that her mind feared it, and her body craved it.

She went back to watching TV, but she found her eyes drawn to her computer in the corner. She found herself staring. If she sat down she knew she would be tempted to log in to Skype, and she still wasn't sure if she wanted it. Him. This control.

She stood up in her bathrobe and began cleaning deliberately ignoring the computer. She dusted, hovered. She even began scrubbing the oven clean, but throughout all she could think about was him. Her body replayed their conversations it remembered, her nipples growing harder and more sensitive pointing out like bullets, her pussy moistened then flooded till she began to feel her arousal trickling down her thigh like a raindrop on a window. She screamed in frustration, "For fuck sake! I'm a grown fucking women not some rutting animal!" But even as she screamed the memory of fucking herself with abandon in the toilets flashed in her mind and she whimpered head dropping into her hands.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat. She stood up slowly. Walked to her desk. Sat at her computer. As she waited for the tower to boot she realised she was panting like a bitch in heat, perhaps that was all she was any more. Her computer loaded, and she logged into Skype

He was leaning back staring at the ceiling trying to gather his thoughts. He'd started writing a new chapter based on the day's adventures but he knew he was also on edge wondering if she was gone forever or wanted to continue, when her name flashed up to say she was on line. His body reacted diving forward before his mind caught up. She wants to continue..God she's sexy.. what should I do next? Thoughts rushed through his mind as his hands shook a little with excitement.

Bustedknight: hi... -smiles-

She flinched when his message popped up. So innocent. So innocuous. Such a lie.

missfangbanger: Don't play Mr innocent nice guy with me mister.. what the fuck have you done to me. Omg why am I here?

He winced slightly, apparently she hadn't accepted she wanted it as much as he had hoped.

Bustedknight: because you enjoyed yourself. Because you want more. And I am a nice guy.. and innocence is debatable yes.

She felt her anger growing at his words beating back her arousal for a moment, she didn't want to admit that it might be stoking it instead,

missfangbanger: Fuck you asshole. You know what you did to me today!! I could have been fired for the shit you pulled! Leave me alone let Me go fuck off!!!

Bustedknight: be a good girl tell me the truth. Do you want me to stop? Leave you alone?

She screamed her frustration before her fingers danced over the keys skillfully, she'd just told this ass wipe what she wanted, she tapped enter and then actually looked what she had written

missfangbanger: No I don't want you to stop. You have hit all my fantasies and more. It's so exciting. You just scare me with what you have done, might do. You control me completely. COMPLETELY every time I tried to resist I failed, and it only turned me on more, but I really don't know you so I don't know how I can trust you... Even though I some how do.

She sat back and reread the words. Why hadn't she typed out what she had tried to type?

Bustedknight: you ok there? missfangbanger: processing.. you made me tell the truth didn't you? Bustedknight: yup.

She sat back and just listened to her body. She could feel the burning desire she had for what was going on.

missfangbanger:... What are you going to do to me?

Bustedknight: play with your fantasies.

She frowned. What the hell did that mean? She was curious now. Curious aroused. Her anger forgotten when she had basically told herself she was enjoying everything, she wanted it.

He looked over her truth and a grin spread over his features he couldn’t help it.

It seemed she was starting to accept what she wanted. Did he dare push? Should he push? "fuck it.. time to roll the dice"

Bustedknight: PUPPET GIRL NOW

She read his words.. she waited. Nothing happened

missfangbanger: ok....

Bustedknight: -grins- feel me take your hand and move your mouse.. clicking on your web cam turning it on for me to see. Any attempt to turn it off you will feel me knock your hand aside.

As she read his words she felt fingers move over her hand forcing it to move. Her eyes widened in astonishment trying to move her hand back but the more pressure she excreted the more the fingers pressed hers till she turned on her web cam.. Her pussy pulsed growing wetter throughout as he exerted his control

missfangbanger: what the fuck!? How are you doing this to me? Bustedknight: you are a good subject. I had a chat with your subconscious. You told me few things... Fantasies.. and I want to explore with you.

She leaned back biting her lip. She leaned forward

missfangbanger: I am scared. Bustedknight: I promise not to get you fired. Or arrested. And I will do my utmost not to emotionally hurt or scar you..

She read his words and frowned

missfangbanger: why not promise not to hurt me wouldn't that make more sense? Bustedknight: feel me spank your ass first one side then the other. Five times. Each time harder than the last.

As soon as she'd read his words she jumped squealing as she felt some one spanking her ass "ow ow ow ow" she squealed. She hadn't been spanked since she was a child, she had been caught lying and her father had bent her over his knee and spanked her hard and fast. Then like now she was flushed with humiliation with each spank.. but unlike then, now that humiliation was like fanning a flame, her stoked her burning desires forcing them higher and higher.. with the last few spanks she moaned in desire. Her pussy soaked her thighs and seat.

missfangbanger: wtf!?!? Bustedknight: see if I said "would not hurt you" I couldn’t do things like that... She whimpered at his words.

missfangbanger: .... I see....

He watched her camera and chuckled as he watched her. Each little jump making her robe part open just that little bit more

Bustedknight: you do realize I watched every moment of that delicious display.

She'd forgotten the camera!! She blushed hard and tried to hide herself from the camera as she couldn't turn it off.

He chuckled softly watching her

Bustedknight: feel me grip your wrists and pull them behind your back. Tying them behind your back

Her eyes widened as her wrists were pulled roughly behind her back and tied. She struggled against the invisible bindings but couldn’t move them.

Bustedknight: feel me force open your thighs tying them so you can't close them.

She whimpered loudly as she read his words and her body followed exactly what she was reading. The robe fell open further, she felt the cool breeze play over the sides of her breasts and over her stomach. She felt the coolness of her home caressing her wet pussy. The wet pussy he could clearly see. She'd been put on display for his pleasure. she moaned as her desire spiked.

Bustedknight: feel my fingers teasing over your outer lips of your pussy

She gasped at the sudden sensations of fingers teasing over her pussy

Bustedknight: as your arousal grows stronger and stronger feel my fingers slide inside you pumping slowly at first, curling up and stroking that spot right there. Your g spot.

She whimpered and moaned as these phantom fingers fingered her perfectly sliding inside just when she needed them most to, finding her special spot rubbing and thrusting back and forth. She whimpered and moaned writhing against her invisible bonds her hips began thrusting at the fingers driving them deeper and deeper

Bustedknight: feel my fingers thrusting faster. Harder. Deeper the more aroused you get.

Her body spasmed as she was teased and fingered exquisitely hips thrusting uncontrollably. Her mind turned to uncontrollable babble as she felt her orgasm building.. she thrust harder and harder growing closer and closer to orgasm. "omgpleaseplease I'm so close needtocum wanttocum pleasepleaseplease make me cum for you" she babbled somewhere a little voice said "he can't hear you" while the rest of her mind screamed "please god let him"

Bustedknight: feel my thumb flick and tease your clit forcing you to explode in orgasm, my fingers pumping in and out as you ride your orgasm.. once your orgasm finishes feel your bindings cut free.

As soon as she read his words felt his teasing, her world exploded. Her last conscious thought "omg"

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