The second quarter of The Game, a side story born from the Life With Victor (LWV) series. You can catch up here if you have not been following along.




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Holy fuck! Where is Victor? What has this monster done with him? Victor? VICTOR! I cry out in panic, panic and hopes that he will come save me like he always does. Maybe he wasn’t even home. Maybe he will walk through the door any second. Maybe. Possibly. Hopefully. VICTOR! VICTOR!

Panic. Who is this guy, and what does he want with me? Is he going to kill me? No, I am not going to die, I am going to fight. I may not be big and strong but I’ll fight as hard as I can to save myself. I kick and wail out at him, I can tell I am getting him good by the groans he lets out. His groans, they seem familiar. It must be somebody I know or have met somewhere. More kicking and hitting as he tries to tie me up. I can’t let him do that. I’ll be dead, or worse, if he gets me tied up and unable to fight.

Oh no, he’s got me bound and is throwing me over his shoulder. There is something familiar about him. I can’t put my finger on it. He’s carrying me somewhere now. Where is he taking me? I can’t tell with tall the turning here and there. Did we leave the house? No, he couldn’t get me out a door without me noticing. I could be right back in the same spot I started for all I know. I keep trying to get free but all I am doing is tiring myself out. This is much harder when you are fighting for real versus playing like we do. There is always a stop point, a play point, a take what you want while I pretend it isn’t actually what I want point. That isn’t going to happen here.

He throws me down onto something soft. Cushions? The sofa maybe. No, I don’t feel the ends or the back, it isn’t the sofa. Bed? No, I am sure he didn’t carry me upstairs. Where has he taken me? I hear something, a zipper. A ZIPPER! No. No. NO! NO!

I know what’s coming. Hearing a zipper being pulled down can only mean one thing, I am going to be raped by this monster in my own home. Why isn’t Victor here, where is he? If I had made it home on time this wouldn’t be happening. Or would it? Something, I don’t know what, is gnawing away at my brain. That sense of familiarity. Before I can process that thought, my legs are pushed apart and my panties pulled and torn clean off me. I scream as they dig in before giving way and ripping apart.

I pull my legs up and press them tightly together, trying to cover myself as best I can, trying to shield myself from him. It does not help as he is much stronger than me. He grabs my legs again, forcing them down and apart. He moves in closer and I feel him pressed against me. I thrash and try to kick him away.

Stop fighting Little Whore!

I stop and become instantly still, even my breath is held. I cock my head slightly, straining to hear every little sound. Did I hear that right? I couldn’t have, could I? Now that sense of familiarity I was having has become suddenly quite clear. The sound of his groans. The way he threw me over his shoulder. It has to be. I sense him become still as well and I am certain. He has given himself away. It is Victor.

But why is he doing this? We have never played rape or abduction scenes, barely even discussed them. I am at a loss.

Victor? Victor? Is that you?

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Tasha put up one hell of a fight. It was frustrating and damn hot at the same time. Now that she has been subdued I can finally get down to the business at hand, teaching her to obey the rules, to obey me. Unzipping the bag I watch her shudder at the sound and cry out in terror. Her screams, muffled under the hood, are an unexpected bonus.

I take out one of her favorite toys, the life like cock. It feels so real in my hand I begin to have second thoughts about continuing. No, this is what needs to be done, to remind her that I own her, that every inch of her is mine. I push her legs apart and pull down her underwear. I have a strict rule that she is supposed to take them off when she enters the house. This violation will be remedied right now. I hear her scream and the material digs in before it is ripped apart. I am a little bit disappointed to destroy that pair, they were a favorite to have her walk around in when I had guests. Oh well, rules will be followed no matter the cost.

I force her legs apart and get into position, I know she is still clueless as to who has her trapped as I push the toy against her pussy’s opening. She thrashes around making this harder. I am amazed she is fighting so until I suddenly realize, she thinks this is the real deal and I am a rapist. I had been sitting here planning it, mulling it over in my head, all day. I know what I am doing but she hasn’t been filled in on it yet, she thinks I am a rapist about to take her by force. My cock responds instantly to that thought by demanding a release in the excitement. I know I can’t, she would know it was me in an instant. I want to torment her for a while longer.

She continues kicking at me and I can’t quite get her under control. Stop fighting Little Whore!

I realize immediately what I have done. Tasha suddenly stops fighting, her stillness is unnerving. Has she figured it out? Did I betray myself in this sinister plan? She calls out to me. Damn!

None the less, I will continue this a while more. My cock is demanding its payment for being so patient with her and for having been made to wait as I have. It has been in constant arousal since I started forming this plan. We had discussed a forced scene only briefly quite a while back. I wanted to do it then but I knew she wasn’t ready. I also knew it could be a great learning tool at some point. This was that point.

A car door slams outside and the next part of my plan goes into effect. I have been quite clever with this and had set up a friend to help. I leave her bound and get up, running away as if I am an intruder about to flee. The sound of the front door opening has all been arranged.

Who are you? I bark, at the “intruder”.

The sound of an ensuing scuffle breaks out, then a thud as I let myself fall to the floor. The ropes are fashioned just as they have been in the past. Yes, I know my attacker and his hands are no stranger to me. I momentarily reminisce as I am dragged into the room and dropped next to Tasha. I look over at her as her hood is removed. The mask is no longer over my face and she gasps at seeing me bound beside her.

My former master and long time friend is knelt over me, his face now masked, with a blade at my throat. So you try to come play the hero, his voice sounding all husky and evil. It is a role he plays particularly well. I was just about to enjoy your little tart here, but now that you’ve decided to make your way home and interrupt my pleasure, I think it better she should watch and see what will become her fate.



I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
~ Pablo Neruda



Note: I would like to give a special thanks to Lord Raven for giving voice to Victor again this week.