Viewing Room, a Potlucksoup fanfiction

Illustration by @potlucksoup.

Opening notes: This story is set in a fictional universe created by Potlucksoup, and written with their consent. If you’re interested in their work, please check out their website or their Twitter @potlucksoup – I highly recommend them!

This story uses two important aspects of their universe that readers need to be familiar with: The Center, and Blanks. The Center (formally “The Student Body Rental Center”) is both a location near the university setting, as well as a larger nationwide brand for all the localized branches. At these locations, people use a type of recreational sex drug in order to get “blanked”, entering a trancelike state in which users (who are referred to as “Blanks”) are sexually aroused and submissively compliant. Other visitors are able to engage in sexual activity with Blanks in a manner that is socially accepted within this world and setting. The use of this drug and visits to The Center are both consensual and voluntary in universe as well as in the following story.

Lorraine woke slowly and gently from the best sleep she could ever remember having.

She took a moment to take in the environment: the soft white lights illuminated what appeared to be a private medical room. There was a counter to her left with a sink in it, and, craning her head a little further, what appeared to be the door to a private bathroom at the back of the room. She was lying in a hospital bed, but the blanket covering her and the pillow under her head were out of place for a hospital. Where was she…

The realization hit her all at once, and her face immediately flushed. The Center. She was at the Student Body Rental Center. She’d signed up for an overnight stay…shift…whatever at the Center on a Friday night. She’d overheard some girls talking about it a few weeks back, and she hadn’t been able to get the idea out of her head. It sounded so different than anything she’d known or heard about growing up, and she wondered what it would be…what it would feel… Oh my goodness!

A knock on the door abruptly surprised her. “Miss Stannis? Are you awake?” A moment later the door cracked open and a woman in nursing scrubs with short, mousey-brown hair stuck her head in, “Ah, good morning Miss Stannis. How are you feeling?”

“Eeeee…,” was about all Lorraine managed to get out before discovering that her face could, in fact, get even redder.

“Yes, I remember seeing this was your first visit to the Center,” the nurse replied, smiling. “Don’t worry – you’re alright. I’ve got your clothes here,” she said, stepping into the room to place a container on the floor by the door. She gestured with her chin, “And there’s a bathroom at the back if you need to use the facilities. Let us know when you’re ready, and we’ll take you to your Viewing Room.”

The nurse closed the door behind her, as Lorraine furrowed her brows for a moment. Viewing Room? What did that mean again…? “OH NO…,” she whispered, her eyes widening. Now she remembered.

She’d felt a little (maybe more than a little) overwhelmed when they’d gone over all the options at sign-in last night, but one had caught her interest. They’d called the experience “Viewing Rooms”: special rooms where what happened in them was recorded, and you could watch afterwards. The nurse last night had explained, “Some people like to watch, so the Center created these rooms for them. But both parties have to sign off to use the room, and people aren’t allowed to take a copy of the recording with you – we delete them after people view their sessions for privacy purposes. So they aren’t as popular as other services.”

Lorraine had wanted to try getting blanked, but she wanted more than the warm, fuzzy feelings they’d told her would be her only memories of the experience – she’d wanted to SEE what had happened when she’d been blanked.

At least, she had last night. This morning she had trouble finding her courage. But if she didn’t get dressed soon (checking under the blanket – yup, she was naked), then the nurse might come back and-and-and-

Lorraine had just finished getting ready when the nurse returned and escorted her down the hall to another room. Stepping inside, she saw a flat screen TV, and a comfortable-looking couch. Lights in the ceiling were dimmed, making it possible to see in the room, but also making it feel…private, in a way.

“We don’t have any food, but I got a cup of coffee to help perk you up this morning,” the nurse said, gesturing to the corner. “You had three people visit you last night, so there’s only about two hours of footage. Please use the phone over there to let us know when you’re done with the room.”

Lorraine looked into the corner and saw an old-fashioned desk phone sitting on a small table, next to a covered cup and a remote control. That reminded her – “Where’s my cell phone?”

“I’m sorry,” the nurse replied, “but we don’t allow any personal electronics in the room. We’re keeping it at the front desk with your purse and the rest of your personal effects, and will return them when you sign out.”

“And when will you delete the…um…”

“At the same time.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. See you in a couple of hours.” The nurse winked at Lorraine and walked out, closing the door behind her.

Lorraine gave a quiet thanks and reached for the remote, feeling a little anxious. What would it be like to see herself blanked? What would it be like to see herself having se-sex…? It wouldn’t be her first time, but she’d felt so anxious and awkward in the past that she didn’t think she knew what it was really, REALLY like. “But finding that out was the whole point,” she thought to herself, getting comfortable on the couch and using the remote to activate the TV.

And there they were, three dark icons in the middle of the screen reading “Session 1”, “Session 2”, and “Session 3”. There weren’t any pictures to tell her what was in each, no names of who she’d been with – not even anything telling her how long each was. There was only one way to find out.

Moving the cursor over to “Session 1”, Lorraine pressed Play.

The screen immediately showed a fairly plain room lit with warm lighting. There was a bed at its center, with a simple wooden frame and white sheets and pillowcases. The camera appeared to be elevated near the head of the bed, looking down at the top and right sides of the mattress and angled towards the foot of the bed.

Lorraine sat on the bed on her knees, looking around vacantly but vaguely facing the right side of the room. She was wearing the simple beige negligee she’d brought with her, and one of those collars the Center makes Blanks wear. She must have been facing the door because there wasn’t one on the opposite wall in the recording.

The door opened, and a young man walked in. He looked like a student at the college: young and fit, but without the bulk an athlete. She heard him close the door, take one look at Lorraine, and say, “Hey~” in a husky greeting.

Lorraine started to roll her eyes at that, but was interrupted when the her in the recording giggled and sat up straighter. “What the hell?” she thought. “I don’t like it when people talk to me like that – why do I look so happy here?”

Past-Lorraine didn’t seem to mind at all though, crawling closer to the edge of the bed as the stranger approached her. When he reached out to touch the side of her face with his palm, she leaned into it and started making contented cooing noises. He started looking around the room until he saw the camera, then pointed to it and said, “Let’s put on a good show for ourselves.” He started waving at the camera, and past-her enthusiastically joined in.

Then he got into bed, pulled her close and angled them so the camera kept them both in profile, and started kissing and touching her. Past-Lorraine melted into him like butter, while Present-Lorraine stared in shock at herself. Whatever he did, past-her acted like she couldn’t get enough of it. He fondled her breast, and she bit her lower lip. He kissed her neck, and she started panting. By the time he slide his hand up the inside of her thigh towards her crotch, she was moaning.

Since they were both so eager, foreplay didn’t last long. They started having sex after a few minutes fooling around and making out. They didn’t even completely undress – he just pulled down his pants and pulled up her lingerie before starting. A few minutes of thrusting later, he shuddered, she moaned, and it was over. They collapsed in a pile together, breathing heavily for a moment, before he dressed and left. Then the file ended and displayed the total runtime before returning to the menu: 00:15:47.

Lorraine stared at the screen for a few minutes after it ended, collecting herself. She hadn’t been sure what to expect, but she was completely surprised with how she’d acted when she was blanked. But now she knew what sex could be like if she didn’t feel so awkward and self-conscious. It didn’t look so bad at all – I mean, nothing to write home about (not that she would!), but still very, very nice.

Though seeing that made her realize something – her negligee hadn’t been included with her clothes earlier. What happened to it? Lorraine made a mental note to ask about it at the front desk, moved the TV cursor to “Session 2”, and pressed play.

The screen displayed the same room as it had before, with the same bed and lighting. Past-Lorraine lay curled up in the bed, roughly where she’d been at the end of the last video. Her clothes were askew, with the hem of her lingerie over the top of her hips and one breast hanging out. It looked like she had just rolled over afterward the last video and slept for…some amount of time. It wasn’t clear what time it was, or even how much time had passed.

The door opened again, and an older man walked in, wearing a suit with a jacket and tie. He seemed important, but Lorraine didn’t recognize him. Past-Lorraine woke at his entrance, and slowly rose to regard him with big, saucer eyes as he closed the door.

“Well, aren’t you a cutie,” the man said in a deep, low voice, which caused Past-Lorraine to break out in an ear-to-ear smile. “Looks like I’m not the first one to see you tonight,” he continued, approaching the bed. “Hopefully you won’t mind keeping me company as well.”

She stared up expectantly at him, her lips spreading into a slow smile. “Come over here, hmm?” he suggested, opening his arms and flashing her a grin in reply. She responded immediately by wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling her face into his abdomen. “OH! You’re very affectionate, aren’t you?” he said, wrapping one arm around her while the other played with her hair.

He picked her up and set her on his lap so the camera could see them, though he didn’t look for it like the last person had. “Had he done this before?” Present-Lorraine wondered. And then he kissed her, but unlike she’d ever been kissed before (or seen herself kissed before – this was all so strange!). He started off slowly, before gradually ramping up the passion. Then he would ease back to slower, more leisurely kisses before repeating the process again. He’d clearly done this before, and it wasn’t long before she was squirming in response.

Lorraine thought he would have sex with her after a little foreplay, like the last person had, but he didn’t. Oh, things certainly escalated – they transitioned from kissing and touching to undressing and fondling, and eventually she was giving him a very enthusiastic blow job. But there was something about how he did it, a slowness to his pace that made it seem like he was less interested in his own climax and more interested in enjoying…well, her. And she was clearly enjoying it – Present-Lorraine could clearly see her past self eagerly enjoying every bit of the experience.

So by the time they transitioned to actual intercourse, Past-Lorraine was so energized with zest and gusto that she was laughing, LOUD deep belly laughing, as she held onto the man and bounced up and down on his lap. They continued this for far longer than she thought possible before they both climaxed, each of them gripping the other tightly against themselves. And as the tension left him, she watched the man help ease Lorraine down as well, holding and gently stroking her as the intensity drained away.

Her partner slowly dressed them both as he prepared to leave, but noticed Past-Lorraine rubbing her palms against her arms. “Oh, are you feeling cold?” Her attention turned completely to him as he asked the question, but her only response was a smile and a small shiver. He smiled and said, “Let’s get you warmed up,” before reaching down, pulling the sheets down on the bed, and encouraging Lorraine to get under the covers. “That should be better now. You be a good girl and get some rest. You deserve it.”

The man tucked her in before quietly leaving the room. The file ended and displayed the runtime before returning to the menu: 00:42:33.

Present-Lorraine stared at the screen for a while before she noticed her mouth was hanging open. She closed it, also noticing how flushed she was and how fast her heart was beating. It was at least a minute until she could put her thoughts into words and start processing what she’d seen.

What…what had she just seen? Like…it was sex, but it was like night and day compared to the first session she watched. She’d never known it COULD be like that. Is it SUPPOSED to be that good – like, that good all the time?! If…if she was with someone who was like that ALL the time… Oh GOD, what would that even be like?! What would it be like to REMEMBER that kind of sex…?

Lorraine suddenly noticed she was clamping her thighs together tightly and her lower abdomen was throbbing. “Great – I don’t remember the night of incredible sex I had, but my body definitely does,” she grumbled, forcing her legs to relax. Trying to distract herself, Lorraine reached for the cup of coffee she’d been directed to earlier, took a sip, and made a face – cold. Great. Fantastic.

As she huffed and muttered to herself in frustration, her mind kept playing the events of those two sessions over again in her head. It was so strange to clearly see herself in those scenarios but have no memory of the events. And she wasn’t even done yet – she’d only watched two of them, thought she had no idea how the third could…possibly…top…

“Wait…”, she said, with dawning realization. “Wait, they said it was TWO hours of footage, right?” She did the math quick in her head, “But that was only…about an hour of time… Wait-wait, is the last session…AN HOUR LONG?! What…what happened? What did they do… WAIT, what did I do in that last session…?”

Lorraine stared at the screen for some time, breathing heavily, before she remembered to blink. She swallowed hard, and noticed her hands were trembling. Taking a deep breath, she reached for the remote, and pressed play on “Session 3”.

The door opened to the same room a third time, and Lorraine heard a slow, appreciative whistle before a smoky feminine voice said, “Well, what do we have here…” A woman with copper blonde hair and a comfortable business casual outfit walked into the room, closed the door, and slowly approached the bed with a smile on her face. Lorraine though she seemed familiar, but couldn’t place her – maybe one of the assistants or administrators at the college?

Past-Lorraine woke when the woman entered the room and started stretching and extending herself towards the edge of the bed as the woman approached. Rising to her knees, Lorraine let the sheet fall as she gave her third visitor of the night a winning smile. “Someone seems happy to see me,” the woman remarked, before suggesting, “Give me a kiss?”

And Past-Lorraine put her hands on the woman’s face and started kissing her with exuberance and passion. She pressed herself against the visitor, moaned, and tried to shove her tongue down the woman’s throat. And the woman accepted that passion for a few moments before pulling away and saying, “Oh, someone’s been teaching you all kinds of naughty lessons. And while that was very good, I think we can do better. Pay attention now – THIS is how to kiss someone properly.”

And then the woman kissed Lorraine in a way that had her – both past and present Lorraine – curling their toes. She pressed her lips gently to Lorraine’s before opening her mouth, dragging her teeth slowly along Lorraine’s lower lip, and then dancing her tongue lightly into Lorraine’s mouth – before grabbing Lorraine’s hair in a firm handhold when she tried to lean into the kiss further. “Ah-ah-ah~” the woman tsked. “I told you. To pay. Attention.” Then she returned to giving Lorraine a firm, passionate, frazzling kiss.

When she finally pulled away, Past-Lorraine stared straight ahead with a glazed expression in her eyes (even moreso than her normal blanked expression) while her mouth let out short huffing moans. It took a moment for her to come back to her sense, and groggily refocus on the woman – who brushed a hand against Lorraine’s face that she wordlessly leaned into. “There now – how did you like that?” the woman asked. Past-Lorraine’s only response was to bite her lower lip before breaking out into a sedated, lascivious smile.

“Would you like me to teach you more?” Lorraine replied with a nod. “Well alright then,” the woman said, with a smile of her own. And then she taught Lorraine more.

She taught Lorraine the different ways to kiss someone’s lips, neck, ears, and even fingers. She taught Lorraine how to excite with a light touch, and with a firm one. She had Lorraine fluttering her eyes and squeaking in ecstasy when she slowly ran her nails up the back of Lorraine’s scalp. Every bit of it was erotic, even before the stranger slowly started to undress.

And alongside every lesson was the woman’s patient, accompanying voice. “Touch like this.” “No, kiss like this instead.” “There you go – good girl.” She was nothing if not thorough, having Lorraine imitate and reciprocate each kiss and touch she received. They repeated things over and over again, until Lorraine’s blanked mind was able to absorb the lesson. Sometimes it took a while.

Of course, all of this had the effect of ratcheting up the sexual tension of the room without giving poor Lorraine any release, which is how she ended up looking flushed and overheated with the woman’s face between her thighs. Her partner noticed her distress and asked, “Are you feeling too hot? Take that off then.” So Past-Lorraine grabbed her negligee with both hands and-

Ah, so that’s what happened to it,” Present-Lorraine dimly though, as she watched herself rip the lingerie in half before throwing it across the room. Her partner looked over towards the discarded garment with a slight smile before looking back to Lorraine – naked, heaving, and glistening with sweat. “I think I’ve kept you waiting long enough,” she said, before focusing on bringing Lorraine to an intense, primal climax – twice.

“There – that should be better now,” she said, sliding next to Lorraine in bed. She trailed her fingers down Lorraine’s forearm until she could intertwine their fingers together. “That was a lot Dear – take as much time as you need to come down from that. I’ll be right here.”

A few minutes later, Past-Lorraine’s eyes focused, and she turned towards the woman. “Welcome back,” her partner said, giving her a gentle peck on the lips. “How do you feel now?” Lorraine’s response was to give her partner a slow, groggy, generous hug. A few minutes later she asked Lorraine, “Do you want to just cuddle now, or do you want to make me feel good too?”

Past-Lorraine responded by trailing kisses down the woman’s body towards her hips while also using her nails to tease her. Her partner fluttered her eyes, stretched back, and spread her legs. “Then show me how well you learned, and FUCK ME.”

Lorraine had always been a good student. Even blanked, she was still a good student. The first time she brought her partner to climax, the woman called out, “More!” So she gave her more. Another shuddering climax, and another shout, “MORE!” A Past-Lorraine brought her to orgasm a third time before she called out, “Enough! Enough. Oh God… Oh, that was great. You were so great.”

Past-Lorraine had stopped when she’d been told, and waited – staring at her partner. The woman’s eyes focused a minute later, she looked up, and said, “Come here you.” Lorraine scampered into bed where she was quickly pulled into a hug. They laid they for several minutes, just holding each other, before the woman said, “I don’t want to leave, but probably do need to get going…”

She dressed with little fanfare, while Past-Lorraine sat on the bed and watched her with a satisfied smile and glazed eyes. When she was done, the woman went over to Lorraine’s earlier outfit, looked at it for a moment before looking up with a wry smile and saying, “I don’t think we’re going to be able to salvage this.” She walked back to Lorraine and said, “Well then, let’s get you into bed – you’ve got to be exhausted, and we can’t have you catching cold.”

So Lorraine crawled under the covers, and the woman sat on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers slowly through Lorraine’s hair, humming a wordless lullaby. Not long after, Lorraine drifted off to an exhausted sleep, and the woman rose to leave. She opened the door, and closed it again.

And walked back into the room, looking right up to the camera, and quietly said, “I hope you paid attention Dear. I quite enjoyed our time together, and would be more than happy to see you again – here, or elsewhere. And I would LOVE to see what you’ve learned, if and when we ever meet again.”

At that, the woman left, and the video ended. The runtime displayed on the screen before returning to the main menu: 01:08:17.

And Lorraine sat there, dumbstruck and illuminated by the screen and what she had seen for several minutes. Then she did the only thing that made sense to her. She moved the cursor over to “Session 3” and pressed play again.

Lorraine had always been a good student. Even now, she was still a good student. So she watched it again, paid close attention, and desperately wished she could take notes. But memory would have to do – she was definitely motivated today.

She was feeling a little less shell-shocked after the second viewing, though not by much. The whole experience – all three sessions, but especially the third – had her feeling very overstimulated right now. She’s been expecting…well, it definitely wasn’t this!

She would have understood and been okay with it if the entire night had been like that first session – just…sex without any pressure or anxiety ruining the mood. She certainly hadn’t expected anything like the second session. That gave her a new benchmark for what sex could be, and what she wanted her se-se-sex life to be…sometime in the future. Like, as a life goal, or a five-year plan, or something like that.

But that third session…what the FUCK?! Not only was it intense and passionate (and making Lorraine wonder if she should give serious thought to female romantic partners in the future), but the woman in the video had given her a-a-a SEX PRIMER! Like, HER her – the present one…who that woman knew would be watching the video in the morning!! AHHH!!!

After taking a few minutes to indulge in a well-deserved existential crisis, Lorraine calmed down enough to start thinking clearly again. “Okay! Okay… Okay, one more time before I leave!” Lorraine took a deep breath, raised the remote again with focus and intent, moved the cursor to “Session 3″…

And prompt screamed, flailed, and fell off the couch when the phone on the table next to her started ringing unexpectedly.

It took her another ring or two to realize what was happening before Lorraine scampered over to the phone and lifted the receiver. “Hello?” she asked on her hands and knees next to the phone, heart jackhammering in her chest.

“Hello Miss Stannis. This is the front desk – we just wanted to call and see how you’re doing.” Lorraine recognized the voice of the nurse from earlier.

“Yes! Yes, I’m doing…just fine right now,” Lorraine replied, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down.

“Are you sure Miss Stannis? Your voice sounds a little strange. Do you need someone to come and check up on you?”

“NO! No. No. No. No. No, that’s…that’s fine. There’s…no need to do that.” Lorraine started panicking again.

“Are you ready to check out then?”

Her cornered mind took the easy way out. “Sure… Sure, I’ll…be out in a-in a… I’m sorry, is there a bathroom nearby?” Lorraine desperately needed to splash some water on her face.

“Down the hall to the right Miss Stannis. But please wait in the room until I get you – we don’t allow visitors to wander the Center without an escort. I’ll be there in just a minute.”

Panicking and beet-red, Lorraine responded without thinking, “Um, actually…could you…could you maybe give me…five or…maybe ten…minutes before you come pick me up?”

Lorraine swore she could hear a smile in the woman’s response. “Of course Miss Stannis. I’ll see you in five minutes.” Then she heard a click as the nurse hung up the other end of the line. Lorraine hung up her receiver and stared at the phone, puzzled why the woman sounded so amused. She turned the situation over in her head for a few moments, and suddenly realized why someone visiting the Center might want “Five more minutes.”

“Oh my God, what did I just say to her?! She probably thinks I’m- No. No, I don’t have time for this – she’ll be here in a few minutes, and I need to calm down.” So she stood up, and tried to straighten her hair and calm down. Lorraine was sure she looked like a mess.

She felt a bit more put together when there was a knock on the door five minutes later. Lorraine opened it to see the woman from earlier, wearing the same scrubs. Though now Lorraine swore she saw the woman fighting to contain a smile and entirely unable to contain a twinkle in her eye. She felt mortified but forced a smile and a polite greeting.

“This way please Miss Stannis,” the woman said, leading her to a restroom door down the hall. After taking a few minutes to freshen up and splash some water on her face, Lorraine let the woman lead her to the front desk at the main lobby. As Lorraine filled out some discharge paperwork, the woman fetched a box with her remaining belongings.

“Unfortunately,” the woman began, “we do need to notify you that there was an article of clothing you brought with you that was damaged last night.”

Lorraine tried to keep a straight face as she remembered what happened, “Yes, I saw that in the videos.”

“What would you like done with the garment? We could return it, if you’d like, or dispose of it.”

Lorraine paused to think for a moment. What should she do? She couldn’t wear it again – definitely not as-is, and she doubted it could be mended. Would it be a good memento of last night? That almost seemed silly – something she couldn’t use again sitting in a drawer to remind her of a night she didn’t really remember. It was probably better to get rid of it.

“No, thank you for the offer, but it can be thrown out,” Lorraine finally replied.

“Will do,” the woman replied, removing the garment from the box. Then she took Lorraine’s completed paperwork and skimmed through it. “Looks like everything’s in order. Please review the contents before signing the form.”

Lorraine looked through the box, finding everything she was expecting. She signed the form and said, “So…what now?”

“Now we’ll delete your videos, and you can be on your way,” the woman said, turning the monitor to where Lorraine could see it. She had a program up showing three videos, and went through the process of deleting them one-by-one so that Lorraine could see her doing it. They probably do it this way so that people weren’t worried there are copies left, or something like that.

“All done,” the woman said, signing the paperwork herself. “I hope you enjoyed your visit to the Center.”

“Yes, I did. Thank you,” Lorraine habitually replied before realizing how that sounded. “Um, have a good day.” Collecting her things, she left, and tried to find a place to process all this – and maybe get some coffee.

Fifteen minutes later, Lorraine stood in line at a café, still mulling over recent events. As she waited for her turn to order, she thought about her previous sexual encounters, and how…wildly inferior they seemed now compared to what she’d seen of last night. She didn’t want that old life, not anymore – not now that she knew…about the kind of life she could be living…

But…if she wanted that life, Lorraine knew she’d have to change. And she WANTED to change, but she just wasn’t sure where to start. It all seemed like so much right now.

“Miss, your order?” a voice said, interrupting her thoughts.

“OH! Yes, sorry.” She responded in surprise before pointing to something on their menu and said, “I’ll have that.”

“Okay. Name?”

And it hit her, just like that: the perfect place to start. “Lori,” she told the barista with a smile, and paid for her order. Then she took her receipt and slid into a chair at a corner table to wait for her order.

And while she waited, Lori continued to think about the new life she wanted to make for herself.

Story in progress, act 1

Mary woke slowly and gingerly pushed herself up.  Her head was killing her and the back of her neck felt like it was in a vice.  Sitting up, she rubbed her shoulder while blinking herself into awareness.  Where was she?  The room was large but sparsely furnished, to say the least.  It contained a simple, unadorned bed with white sheets which sat opposite of a window with dark, drawn curtains.  The moonlight shining through the window lit the pale paint of the walls enough to light the room and soften the shadows.  A door rested on the other side of the bed and her sister, Evelyn, was sleeping the the corner to Mary’s right.
Sleeping?  No, that wasn’t right…  Mary mind struggled as her groggy thoughts slowly shrugged off the daze.  Where were they?  How had then gotten here?  Why was her sister lying unconscious in the corner?!  Mary barely managed to push herself to her feet before a wave of vertigo forced her to brace herself against the wall.  Gritting her teeth, Mary slowly made her way over to Evelyn and knelt down to check on her.
“Lyn.  Lyn!  Lyn, wake up, “ Mary whispered.  “Please be ok…”  She shook her younger sister’s shoulders a little before Lyn’s eyes slowly fluttered open.
“Mary?” Lyn asked in an unsteady voice.  “What are you doing here?  Where are we?”  Evelyn’s drowsy voice fought loudly with the words and Mary winched at the volume.
“Shh.  Shh.  You need to be quiet Lyn,” Mary said while holding her finger to her lips.
“Where the fuck aaare we?” Evelyn asked, growing louder still.
“I don’t know Lyn but you need to be quiet,” Mary said while trying to fight the growing panic.  “I don’t know where we are or who brought us here but they might still be close so you need to be quiet.”  Mary’s mind raced while her eyes kept scanning the room for clues or anything that might help them.  While Evelyn struggled to get up, Mary walked over to the window.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing,” Mary whispered fervently.
“I’m trying to get the hell out of here – what does it look like?” her sister answered, at a volume which set Mary’s nerves on edge.
“Would you please shut the fuck up?!” Mary hissed as she crossed the room to grab her sister by the wrist.  “Do you think we’re alone here?  No – someone brought us here and unless you want them to know we’re wide awake and ready for whatever the hell they have planned would you please goddamn keep quiet,” Mary all but growled at her younger sibling.
“Mary, I’m scared,” Evelyn said – visibly starting to shake.
“I know Lyn.  I am too but we need to keep our heads on straight,” Mary said.  It was always this way – Mary was the calm, collected, responsible one and Evelyn was the free spirit, the wild child.  And Lyn had a habit of stepping over the line without realizing and it was always Mary who had to bring her back.  She didn’t have time to deal with Lyn’s childishness now – no, she couldn’t start thinking like that.  If she started to panic, they were both as good as dead.  But she had to think; she had to think.
Looking out the window, Mary’s mind and eyes raced in search of something that would help them make it through this.  But Mary couldn’t focus – she kept coming back to college.  It was her second year as a business major with high enough marks to make the dean’s list every semester.  “Every semester except this one”, she thought as she remembered all the time she’d lost this year keeping the freshmen Lyn out of trouble.  All the assignments she’d struggled with and classes she’d skipped just so she’d be there to catch Evelyn each time she fell.  And all of that for nothing if they didn’t get out of here…
Her mind settled the last thing she could recall – a party she’d gone to in order to chaperone Evelyn.  She would rather have spent the night studying but, since she couldn’t convince Lyn to do the same, she had little choice but to join her at the party.  And she was in for a hell of a night judging by her sister’s choice of clothing:  a white t-shirt with some band’s logo printed on it which wasn’t thick enough to completely hide Evelyn’s pink sports bra and a black ruffled skirt ending two full inches above Lyn’s knees.  Add to that the wild mass of curls Lyn called a haircut (and far too many boys called attractive) and Mary knew she was in for a torturous night.
“Why couldn’t Lyn dress a little more conservatively?” Mary wondered while she thought of her own choices for the evening:  snug, yet comfortable, jeans with a white button-down shirt, a blazer, and her short brown hair pulled up into a respectable ponytail.  Though in retrospect, Lyn’s choices had been more in line with that debacle of a party.  But after two hours and too many drinks, Mary had convinced a tipsy Lyn to leave with her.  They’d left the party and then…nothing – everything went black.
Mary started rubbing her temples to try and take her mind off her fears and Evelyn’s increasingly frustrating outbursts before she heard it.  She froze for a moment before turning to the door and put her hand over Evelyn’s mouth while she listened.  And she heard it again:  the sound of footsteps slowly getting closer.  Fear kicking in, she backed up to the far side of the room while looking for something, anything to protect her.  Evelyn had noticed the noise by now as well and was beginning to squeal before Mary clamped her grip firm around Lyn’s mouth.  But to no avail as the steps ended, the knob turned, and the door swung open.
And into the room stepped a man – a pale-faced, dark-haired and very, very naked man.  He was tall and firm and fit and he was going to rape her and her sister and kill them both and what were they going to do.  Mary’s mind and breath raced and panic firmly shook up her thoughts.  “Who are you?  What do you want?”  Mary asked.  “Answer me!” she shouted as the stranger paid them no mind – he simply half-turned and closed the door behind him.  And then he looked at them.  Then he looked at her.
No man has eyes like that:  dark and cold and lifeless but full of a hunger and fire that terrified Mary to her core.  She could even swear she saw them glittering in the moonlight as he slowly crossed the room.  She put her back against the wall and tried in vain to retreat even further into a room which had suddenly grown too small for comfort.  She’d also taken her hand off of Lyn whose shrieks threatened to rival her sister’s fears as Lyn pushed herself into the corner beside the window.
The man stopped mid stride and his gaze turned to Evelyn and Mary felt a thunderbolt of relief as soon as his eyes left her.  As his stare settled on Evelyn, his eyes narrowed and whatever strange effect he’d exerted on Mary brought Lyn’s panicked exclamations to a standstill.  And then he spoke:
Scream all you want – the room is sealed and no one will hear you beyond these walls.”
The power of his eyes was nothing compared to what rode in the deep tones of his voice.  Those simple words brought a heat to Mary’s belly and her legs shook with the effort to stand.  Evelyn had no chance against both his gaze and his voice and dropped to the floor with an audible *flop*.  Seemingly satisfied, the stranger turned back to Mary and continued across the room.
Powerless under his eyes, Mary stood there, starstruck, as he strode up to her.  He reached out with his right hand and hooked his thumb and forefinger under Mary’s chin before slowly, gently, pulling her away from the wall.  Lowering his hand, the stranger turned and began to slowly walk around Mary, stopping at one point to lean in sniff her neck.  When he stood before her again, he raised her chin so she looked him square in the eyes.
Oh God, she was lost.  She knew it already.  There was no way she would be able to leave this room with this man and his eyes.  People get lost in eyes like those.  They drown in them.  When you meet someone with eyes like these, there’s nothing you can-
You are exquisit,” he spoke and Mary’s body responded to the praise like a willing traitor.  The heat in her belly lept up to leave a blush across her face while also trailing down and causing small spasms between her legs.  “Three words,” she thought.  “Three words and I’m already turned on.  I’ve never even…what the hell is wrong with me?”
When the man reached up with both hands to stroke her face, Mary gasped.  His hands were cool but felt tinged with electricity wherever he touched her.  Mary was breathing heavily as he drew her face to his.  At the last moment, he turned her face ever so slightly and leaned towards the side of her face before breathing deeply.  Stepping back, he spoke again, “Exquisit.”
Mary shivered but not from fear.  Her shivering had nothing to do with the cold, clammy dis-ease she had felt not minutes before.  That harrowing terror was quickly becoming a memory before the man whose eyes and words shook her body like a tuning fork and lit a fire in her like nothing had ever done before.  The room was growing stiflingly hot and Mary’s head started to swim from it all.
Mary’s legs finally gave out and she tumbled forward.  But before she could scarcely move, his arms swung beneath hers, bore her up, and she steadied herself a moment.  Then, in one swift movement, the stranger seized her blazer pulled it off of her before casually tossing it into the empty corner.  Startled, Mary reached out to brace herself against the nearest thing in reach: him.  And oh, what a mistake that was…
He was warm to the touch, even to Mary’s fevered fingers.  And the skin of his chest was a delicious mix of firm and supple…  No!  Not delicious!  Why had Mary thought that?!  This man was a monster.  He had kidnapped her – and Evelyn – and was going to do God only knows what to them and she was…  No – she wasn’t!  She wasn’t thinking of him like that!  She wouldn’t let herself think of him like that!
But as her mind fought itself, Mary’s hands moved slowly and shyly across the stranger’s chest.  Her fingertips languished through the peaks and valleys that defined his stomach and chest.  Her nails delighted in the ever-so-slight resistance of his skin as she brought them down his pecs and across his hardened nipples.  And a firm press of her palms against him shocked her so deeply that both of her lips salivated with urgent hunger.
The stranger brought his hands to her face once more and raised her face to his before brushing her lips with his – once, twice, and a third time which was quickly followed by a brisk flick of his tongue against her parted lips.  And Mary moaned, feeling at once both glutted and starved.  Her eyelids fluttered (fluttered?!) and the next time his mouth found hers it was welcomed with unbarred gates.  Her hands reached ‘round his back and held him firmly while her tongue flicked serpentine against his.
Her hands did not hold him firmly enough though as he soon pulled back and settled those eyes of his upon her, settled and watched.  But watched for what?  Mary pondered this under his sentinel gaze before slowly noticing movement.  Looking down, she discovered that she had already undone the top three buttons of her shirt and her fingers froze in the middle of threading the fourth.  Embarrassed, she tugged the top of her shirt closed and pulled her head and shoulders together to hide her cleavage and her shame.
No,” he said breaking the silence like a wave.  “No,” he said as he reached for her once more.  “No,” he said while ringing in fingers through the holes of her shirt.  “No, you will not hide from me,” he said before a flick of his arms parted her shirt, sent buttons askew, and revealed the cream-colored camisole that was the final barrier between him and her bosom.
And as he began to pull her shirt off of her, she laid her hands on his.  “No,” she said before taking her ravaged shirt in her fingers and slowly pulling it from her shoulders.  “No, I won’t hide anymore…”  Sliding the last sleeve of her shirt off, she tossed it into the corner with her blazer.  Then she stood before before him no longer able to deny that she had lost her fight.  She couldn’t hide her arousal behind any more layers of clothes.
Her full breasts heaved as she quietly panted before him and her nipples stretched full and hard against the fabric of her garment.  Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips and then lingered, searching for remnants of his flavor.  Her sex throbbed beneath her jeans and she was sure she had wet her panties clean through.  But whatever happened tonight, she would face it honestly with her head held high.
His hand rose and caressed her left breast while she shuddered in anticipation.  Looking down, she studied his firm member for a moment before reaching out herself and ringing her fingers ‘round it.  It was molten to the touch and the heat of it burned her from the first fingertip to the last and the moment she closed her palm around his brand she felt her pussy shudder in reply.  She inhaled sharply with a hiss and let out a ragged breath which deepened to a moan as his fingers found and worked her nipples.
She slowly stroked him and languished in velvety pleasure at the sensation of his cock in her hand.  “His cock in her hand…”  Mere hours ago such a thought would have shocked her…  Now, they excited her and the thought that she had changed so much turned her on even more.  She had to know how much more she could change.  She needed to know and she didn’t care what people would think of her afterwards.  Slut or whore or skank – she didn’t care but she would know.
She knelt down and stared at his cock.  The musk of it was overwhelming and she almost didn’t notice when his hand slipped beneath her camisole and cupped her breast.  But when he squeezed and pinched her nipple between two fingers, she gasped and bucked her hips.  Sliding closer, she widened her knees to get more comfortable and took her first taste of his penis.  It was glorious.
It had a slightly salty taste and the veins on his cock danced like pop rocks on her tongue as she licked him the length of his shaft.  When she reached the head, she wrapped her lips around it and leisurely rolled her tongue along the ridge which crested his desire.  After savoring the magnificent texture of his member, she sucked a deep and satisfying draught while drawing back and producing a rather satisfying “POP!”  Working his newly-moistened manhood with growing intensity, she glanced up to him, searching for approval.
His head had rolled back and what she could see of his face seemed rapt with pleasure.  His back arched and his knees bent and she watched his chest rise and fall with ragged breaths.  His free hand twitched and convulsed as though possessed and the one which was buried in her bosom moved with an urgency equal to her own.
Mary could wait no longer, wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, and swallowed as much of his manhood as she dared.  The heat of it in her mouth was consuming and Mary’s hips, which had been bucking all the while, announced their approval in no uncertain terms.  Feverishly Mary fought with her belt and her button and her zipper before burying her free hand between her thighs.  She was soaked.
Mary had experimented with masturbation before with unsatisfying results but tonight she greedily buried two fingers into her pussy and came almost immediately.  She squealed while slurping his cock, bucked her hips into her hand, and squealed again she brushed against her flushed clitoris.  Her mind went white and she pulled his penis out of her mouth with a deep-throated grunt before gasping for air.  And she sat there, fighting to catch her breath:  the dean’s list business major darling with a cock in one hand, her cunt in the other, and her tits half hanging out.  She had never felt so alive.
He righted himself and took a step back before offering her his hand.  She pulled her hand out of her pants and took his with a contented sigh and a smile as she stood to her feet.  He reached out and pulled the straps of her camisole down, slowly exposing both of her breasts.  Mary could wait no longer, grabbed the waist of her pants, and shimmied out of them as quickly as she was able.  She discarded her jeans and her shoes in the corner with the rest of her clothing and reached for her underwear.  He cut her off, however, as he cupped her face and gave her a thorough kiss that left her panting afterwards.  Taking her by the hand, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her towards him.
She straddled him and breathed deeply of his intoxicating aroma.  Then she cupped his face and kissed him.  She kissed him with the passion she’d been bottling up all her life.  She kissed him to make up for all the missed parties in school, all the boys she’d never let reach first base, and all the time she spent studying instead of living.  She kissed him with teeth and tongue and fire and ground her drenched panties into his rigid cock.  He leaned back and fondled her ass while she embraced him.  Then, after seeming ages had passed, he reached out and pulled her panties aside.  Mary held herself steady as he rubbed the head of his penis against her moist pussy and slowly pushed inside.
Mary rocked herself into him, taking more of him with every stroke.  And with every additional inch of him she took, her body shuddered as stars exploded in her mind.  At last, she swallowed the whole of his member and the entirety of her being hummed with pleasure.  Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her as she rode him.  She arched her back, gasped and moaned, and uttered such scandalous things with increasing fervor and volume.  And she came, again and again and again.
Finally, he climaxed and gripped her ass while his cock shuddered inside of her.  Mary let out a full-throated moan as she found her release in that moment as well.  She dug her nails into his shoulders as her body greedily accepted his seed.  When the intensity of the moment finally passed, Mary collapsed on him, breathing heavily for several minutes.
He finally roused and motioned for her to stand.  After she stood and turned to face bed again, he slid close and began to pull off her soiled underwear.  A slow, dreamy smile crept across Mary’s lips and she removed her sweat-soaked camisole and tossed it into the corner while he did the same with her panties.  He stood and placed his hand gently, but firmly, into the small of her back:  an unspoken command to return to the bed.
She crawled onto the bed, turned to face him, and began to spread her legs before he spoke.  “No.  On your knees and face the window.”  She did as he commanded, unable and unwilling to resist.  She repositioned herself on her hands and knees before spreading her legs and rolling her hips up to ease his entry.  He sheathed himself in her again and began to rhythmically thrust into her.
Mary let out a sweet sigh before sometimes caught her eye.  Turning her head, she saw Evelyn huddled in the same corner she’d collapsed in earlier.  Evelyn’s eyes were wide with shock and her hands were clenched around her mouth so tightly they were white.  How could Mary have forgotten about…  “Oh, God this feels so good,” Mary thought as one of his thrusts hit her g-spot.  “Goddamn,” she thought as she moaned and felt her eyes roll back for a moment.
When her vision steadied again, Mary studied her sister through the lashes of her half-closed eyes.  She watched her sister white with fear while Mary was having the night of her life.  “Little bitch,” she thought.  “Now you know what I felt like.  Now you know what it’s like to watch someone else live, gloriously live, while you’re stuck on the sidelines.”  All the bitterness of being her sister’s second, her shadow, boiled over and Mary gave her sister a sneering smile as she thrust her hips back into the stranger.  “Little bitch,” she thought.  “You’re next – and it’s better than you deserve.”
As Mary flaunted her newly-discovered sexuality, the stranger reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of Mary’s head.  Mary gasped as he pulled her upper body up and she marveled at how easily of the pleasure of his cock inside of her eclipsed the pain.  Her body shuddered and Mary smiled and licked her lips.  No, she liked him hurting her.  She hadn’t expected that.  As her pulled her against him and cupped her breast with his free hand she thought, “Maybe if I ask him he’ll hurt me even mo-”
Mary’s world exploded in pain as the stranger bit her neck and sank his teeth into her.  She struggled to get away but the hands that cupped her breast and held her hair bound her like a vice.  She struggled and flailed but he held her firmly – and was still thrusting into her.  Mary fought him but it was a losing battle.  She had no chance against him while she also fought her own body as it arced between pain and sensual pleasure.  She gripped his hair and howled through the storm of primal emotions.
Then, he climaxed and released her and her body hummed with overwhelming sensations.  She thrust her hips back and rolled them into him as her head and vision swam.  She came, from the pleasure as well as from the pain.  She came and was still.
She laid there breathing shallowly for several moments before he picked her up and pulled her into his arms.  As he turned her over, she got her first look at him:  he was a mess.  There was blood all over his face and it was starting to drip down onto his chest.  “My blood,” she thought weakly as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
He spoke and the words shook her, what little was left of her.  But she didn’t know how to respond, how to obey.
Drink,” he said drawing a long nail Mary hadn’t noticed before across the junction of his shoulder and his neck.  His blood welled up instantly but refused to flow.
Drink,” he commanded again Mary fought with everything that was left in her.  She wanted to obey him so badly but she was terrified of the consequences.  But then he settled his eyes on her again.  Those haunting eyes that earlier burned with dark desire but now shone crimson in the night pinned her.
Drink,” he commanded again.
“Yes Sir, thank you,” she replied quietly as she put her hands on his shoulders and rose to meet him.
Drink and join me,” he said as Mary pressed her lips to the wound and swallowed the fiery liquid that promised pleasure and pain and a life unlike anything Mary had ever dreamt.


I watched her slowly move towards the bed and begin to crawl between the sheets before I get the light.  The room goes black and I open the door.  “Goodnight,” I say while standing in the doorway.  “Goodnight Master,” she replies, half in a daze.  I take a step back into the room and close the door.

There in the dark, I listen to her breathing:  the signs and the murmurs that slowly fade to the steady breaths of sleep.  Once I’m content that she will not awaken, I quietly open the door and slip out into the hall.  Silent footsteps carry me to the stairs and down beside the banister, my left hand gripping it fiercely for support.  At the landing, I make my way deeper into the house towards the kitchen.

At last I see it –  the cabinet in the corner with its hidden stores and secrets.  I pluck a tumbler glass from the cupboard and three whiskey stones from the freezer and make my way there.  Opening the door, I reach into the back and retrieve it:  a half empty bottle of Jim Beam Black double aged whiskey.  I pour myself a liberal glass and lift it with my left hand before taking a slow draught.  I feel the burn hit me the moment the liquor passes my throat.  Placing the glass down, I turn to survey the damage.

My right hand is red – cherry, ruby, crimson red.  I can feel my nerves screaming halfway down my forearm.  “I won’t get much use out of you for a little while, will I,” I muse to the sanguine-stained palm.  I stare at it for a few moments taking in the cost for the choices I made.

Pain and pleasure are double-edged swords and only the greenest of fools think to touch them without being touched in turn.  I am neither green nor so great a fool as to believe myself beyond reproach for my actions.  Even now I can feel it behind my eyes:  the howling, tumultuous darkness that I unleashed upon that woman goading me to greater destruction.

I close my eyes and sigh before lifting my glass for another slow sip and replacing the bottle in the cabinet.  Glass in tow, I make my way back to the stairs.  Stopping at the landing, I stare up at the winding staircase wistfully.  Exhausted as I am, I can’t make it up the stairs without support and with my one good hand carrying the glass I have not choice.

Every step is murder.  The pain from my hand forks up my arm like lightning with every grip.  It feels like needles are stabbing the side of my head and neck and I damn near black out.  What else is there to do but grip tighter, grip tighter, and carry on with my madness cackling the whole while.

By the time I reach the top of the stairs, I feel almost as though I’m in a trance.  My face feels hot and I can’t tell if it’s from the pain, the alcohol, or the smoldering beast trying to force its maw up my throat.  “I’m almost done though,” I think as I continue down the hall leaning heavily on my shoulder.  Finally, I reach her door once more.  I open it with my right hand and the daemon’s cadence rises to a crescendo of thunder and boiling blood as I slowly and silently reenter her room.

Closing the door, I look at her and see that my arrival has gone unnoticed.  Raising my sinister hand in salute, I drink again and step forward.  Step, step, step.  Step, step, step.  Step, step – and finally I’m there.  With dark and deadly grace, I turn and settle into the chair and stare out across the bed – at her.

And I sit there.  Just sit there and drink in the calm and the quiet and the steady sound of her breathing.  Only the movement of my whiskey stones as I lift the glass to drink betrays my presence.  The aching hunger and jittering madness of my fiends whisper to me in the dark.  They try to seduce me and convince me to take everything she offered and more.  Their lascivious lies and even more terrible truths rain down on me like a summer storm.

And I sit there.  I just sit there.  I drink in the calm and the night.  I drink in the sight and sound of her sleeping.  I drink in the fiery pain of my right arm and the cold, cold burn of the Black.  After one last draught, I finish my drink and let myself out, leaving the drink on the dresser so she knows I was there.