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Wicked Whacker

I’ve had my beautiful paddle for a while now but have neglected to share it with you. It is a Wicked Whacker from my dear friend Lord Raven. Yes, the same Lord Raven who has been a guest writer and co-writer on this blog many times. Appears he is a man of many talents.

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Q3 of The Game, a side story of the Life With Victor (LWV) series. You can catch up here if you have not been following along.


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His hand is on my leg and I could swear it is Victor. He isn’t answering me though. Maybe he’s not sure what to do now that I’ve realized it is him. As I wait for him to answer me I hear a car in the drive. What the hell does he have planned?

Victor? What’s going on? What have you planned? I stop when I hear keys in the lock. Could this be someone else, not Victor? No, I couldn’t possible mistake another man for my husband. As I think this I realize that only a few short moments ago I didn’t think it was my husband at all.

Victor leaves me and goes to the door. Who are you, I hear him say before the sounds of two men fighting and someone being knocked or thrown to the ground start. Is this part of his plan, or is something else going on? Is there a real intruder in the house now?

There is some shuffling and then what sounds like someone being dragged across the room. I feel him being dropped beside me. Please don’t let it be Victor. Please let him have overtaken whoever the intruder into our home is. The hood over my face is removed and I am shocked to see who is laying beside me. I blink, willing my eyes to see someone else, but the face doesn’t change, it is Victor laying bound before me. Above him, a masked man holding a knife to his throat and spouting a threat I don’t understand. And even though I now know it isn’t Victor, there is still something so familiar about him.

I see the fear in Victor’s eyes as the intruder presses a knife to his throat. I catch a tear escape him before he turns his face away from me. I have never seen him look so vulnerable. He is my rock, my strength, nothing scares him. Seeing him like this is just wrong. I feel him tremble as the intruder forces him down with his knee and whispers something to him I don’t quite catch. My mind is racing and my heart is beating too loud to focus on what is happening right next to me.

Now you will get to see what is in store for you, you little slut! I am snapped back to reality by the intruder growling at me as he unzips his pants and tells Victor to suck it. OMG! Victor would never do that. He turns to the intruder and looks like he is going to bite his cock off. The intruder slaps him right across the face then threatens with the knife again.

I can tell my mouth has dropped open and I appear to be in total shock. I am in shock. Not because the intruder is doing this to Victor though, I am in shock at how seeing him in this way affects me. I so want to see it. I never entertained the thought before, because I knew he would be dead set against it but the thought of seeing him suck another man off excites me so, makes my cunt all wet and achy.

I look away, afraid I will show my excitement, afraid they will sense it. My body has a way of betraying me at some very inappropriate times. Being turned on, while at the mercy of an intruder and watching him demean my husband, would certainly count as inappropriate. I don’t need Victor, or the intruder, to see my nipples straining against my blouse or smell that hot musky scent that I know is growing between my legs.

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I try to look panicked as the “intruder” has me at knife point. I even manage to force a tear as I plead for him to not hurt us. I wish he would roll me over though because the erection in my pants is killing me in this position. I feel his knee in my back as his hot breath caresses the skin on my neck. His whispered threat alone almost makes me cum, but I know this would be a bad thing. I am enjoying this scene we have concocted.

Now you will get to see what is in store for you, you little slut! My old master’s voice sends a chill along my spine as he growls this threat to Tasha.

He unzips his pants as his beautiful thick cock springs free. Restraint Victor, I keep saying over and over in my head as my mouth waters, must not give in to my desires just yet.

You’re going to suck it and show her what a good cock lover you are, he growls at me.

No I won’t, I say through clenched teeth, shaking my head at the same time.

The slap across my face stings but is worth it as I see the look on Tasha’s face. Shock and surprise as her master is now at the mercy of another man. She tries to look away as I am rolled over but she is transfixed as the cock is lowered. I act like I am going to bite it.

Bite it and my blade will bite through your throat. The blade presses against my throat once again.

You will watch, the intruder growls at Tasha, as she tries to look away. I can see the blush in her face out of the corner of my eye, that look of hunger and lust I know so well. I hide my smile as I realize this is really turning her on. I keep up the pretense for a little longer as his cock is now “forced” into my mouth.

It is far from force, and not the first time I have enjoyed the sensation of it sliding across my tongue. I let it slide to the back of my throat and open up as best I can as he begins to face fuck me. It is like old times as I can feel him fucking my mouth, owning me. My eyes water as I gag on his thick shaft filling me.

His hand now reaches to the back of my head, pulling me more forcefully to him. I have become his single desire. Faster and faster, I can feel his cock swelling as he continues to fuck my mouth. I let go of the binding I had been holding on to so as to look tied up. My hand now reaches for his hips as my tongue swirls around his salty sweet cock. I hear Tasha gasp at the scene she is now witnessing.
His flood comes without a warning and I swallow as much as I can. I feel it leaking around my lips, dripping on my chin, as he pulls out. He leans down and kisses me, licking the remaining juices from me.

Tasha, I would like to introduce my old master, Ron. Remember that time you said you wanted to see two men together? I know you didn’t think one of those men would be me. The abduction was my price for disregarding the rules, this is the beginning of a very wonderful gift for you.

I hear her moan and I know her juices are running like a busted dam now as Ron reaches over and unties her.


I do not ask to the night explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
~ Pablo Neruda



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

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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.

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