End of the Semester Capture and CNC (fiction) Part 1

Trigger warning: the following erotica contains descriptions of consentual-nonconsent (CNC), capture, degradation, and rough play. You have been warned… 

“10pm. Location?”

Two words that she had received before lunch today. To her, those two words felt like the weight of the world. She knew that it was not a true question either – failure to respond could have severe consequences for her, he was very clear about that.

“10pm. Location?”

She kept reading the message over and over.

“10pm. Location?”

“Fuck it” She thought, “I need an outlet too! It’s the end of the semester, I have class in the morning, assignments that are due that I am halfway done with (at best), and I don’t have time for his bullshit if this is just talk.” 

She usually doesn’t give too much thought to the guys that message her, after all, most of them are all talk and no action. It’s easy to inflate your skills, experience, and fantasies on an online profile – she had the misfortune of finding that out more than once. To her, all of the guys that messaged her were cut from the same cloth: college guys that want to act out the fantasies that they’ve developed since they got their peak of porn in middle school – or old guys that just wanted to get it in with a hot, intelligent, tiny teen. 

They all told her that they could make her fantasies come true, that they would use and abuse her like she wanted, that she could struggle all she wanted but they would overpower her and have their way with her, they would face fuck her, they would choke her, pull her hair, leave handprints on her ass to remember them by – that is what she said that she wanted after all. Every time, it was the same thing though: a lackluster doggie style fuck with a side order of light spanking – sometimes they would even pull her ponytail while they fucked her. She would make all the noises, screams, and moans to make the boys think that they were doing a good job, but really she just did it so they would hurry up and finish.

This time, though, something seemed different. This time, he seemed serious, he seemed disciplined, he seemed strict, he seemed experienced, he seemed….like temptation incarnate. “Where do I tell him?!” she kept thinking. “Someplace where he can easily find me, some place where I can get away if I need to; some place not too secluded but not too open either…”

“10pm. Location?”

After racking her brain for what seemed like an eternity to her, she finally had a thought: the walking trail around her campus. She can give him clear directions, he can look up the layout of the path online, it is secluded and security rarely checks it but is open enough, and it is a place that she frequents so she can come up with an escape plan if she needs to – it checked all of her boxes.

“10pm. Yes, sir. There is a walking path through the nature preserve on campus – I will be sitting on one of the benches before 10 and I will send you a text with my exact location.” She felt like her heart would beat out of her chest as she typed the message, now all she had to do was hit send. “Am I really doing this? Surely this isn’t too good to be true…” she mumbled to herself. “Fuck it, I am stressed out and could use a good lay even if he can’t follow through on “raping” me.”

Sent. Delivered.

“Read. 1:07pm”

“He has read receipts turned on?!” She said to herself. “I guess there is no turning back now.”

She struggled to take notes in her first afternoon class, but with her mind racing about what to wear, where to meet him, and how much of a struggle to put up for him it was impossible to focus. On her way out of class, one of her friends asked “hey, is everything ok? It looked like you were zoned out the whole hour…” She responded “yea, everything was fine. My mind was just elsewhere this afternoon!” as she put on a feigned smile.

“Damn, someone noticed! There is no way that I can make it through my other class this afternoon. I guess it is a good thing that attendance is optional and we don’t have a quiz today!” she told herself. “I don’t know how I am going to make it through my shift tonight.” She hadn’t thought about her work shift this afternoon before she responded to him, but even if she had – she knew that he wasn’t asking to meet her at 10, he was telling her that she would meet him at 10. She decided that instead of class, she would go back to her apartment and just soak in a hot bath for a little while to clear her head before she had to go to work.

She drew herself a hot bath, put in her favorite bath salts and bubbles, and lit a few candles. She soaked up the relaxing warmth while the aroma and soft candle light in an otherwise dark bathroom helped to quiet her mind. “What was I thinking by agreeing to all of this tonight?! I have barely talked to this guy enough to agree to this…and this isn’t the best time of the semester for this either! Maybe I should just stand him up or tell him that I am too busy” She told herself. 

—–

*DINNNNNGGGG* 

The sound of her phone pierced her thoughts. She had forgotten that it wasn’t on silent still. She reached for her phone to see who had disturbed her relaxation and resolve to cancel the evenings events. It was him.

“10pm. I expect confirmation by 5pm. Do not be late. More instructions will be given at that time.”

“What the hell is that? Who the hell does he think he is to tell me when to respond to a god-damned text message! If he thinks that he can dictate my life, this guy has another thought coming to him!” her words echoed through her bathroom. She hadn’t realized that she was actually venting aloud she was so irritated. “We’ll see about all of this shit!” she said.

5:03pm

“Oh my gosh, I lost track of time! I’ll be there a little before 10, like I told you earlier. Don’t worry.” She sent with a smirk. 

“Delivered. Read 5:03pm”

“Lost track of time, my ass! Noone tells me when to respond to a message. We’ll see what he thinks about…..” her thought was cut short by a sudden vibration of her phone. He responded. Quickly. 

Her heart was racing as she unlocked her phone to read his response. Was she nervous, anxious, angry…she couldn’t tell as she opened her messenger. 

“I told you to be punctual. It was not a request for just this evening, as you very well know, I am sure. Your attention to detail, time management, and tone are wholly lacking. Perhaps you will learn to follow instructions by tomorrow morning.”

“I’m sorry, I must be confused. What do you mean tomorrow morning?” she responded. She thought to herself “just because it is a Friday, it is awfully presumptive of this guy that I will be with him until tomorrow morning. Not that I’m opposed to going more than one round with him, but he doesn’t know that!”

Her phone buzzed again. “Don’t play coy. I meant what I said. 10pm. You are to wear a sweatshirt, yoga pants, and a scarf. I will let you decide on lingerie – but be warned, it may not survive the evening. And bring yourself a towel too. Do you understand?”

“Yea” she responded. She remembered the things that set him apart from the others: the tone, discipline, attentiveness, and strictness. She knew that he would not be able to abide by her short response.

Bzzzzzz. “That didn’t take long” she thought. 

“Yea? You know that “yea” is not even close to an appropriate answer. Let’s try that again. Do you understand your instructions?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand my instructions for this evening.” She responded. She had already had the message typed as shortly after she sent the first response, but she wanted to get under his skin. She knew that there could be consequences for her insolence this afternoon, but as far as she was concerned – if it made tonight less like the lackluster lays that she had from others before and more of a raw, guttural, almost violent fuck that she wanted both of them would be winners.

“That’s better” he responded.

She wondered how she had gone from the brink of canceling the whole meeting to submissively confirming that she understood his instructions. “How is it that I seem to find myself in these positions? My mind says one thing, but I guess I let my desire of living out a fantasy get away from me from time to time” she thought. Either way, she was sure that there was no backing down now – at least not if she expected another opportunity like this to come to fruition with him. 

“Now I have some thinking to do. Does it really matter what I wear? I suppose I should just do what I’m told – I did already confirm my attire after all. Should I wear lingerie tonight? A sexy matching set always makes me feel a bit more confident, and I am sure that he would like to see me in a sexy lace thong and bra….but was he really serious about it possibly being ruined? Why did he tell me to wear a scarf – surely my the description I gave him and the location would confirm my identity to him. And what the hell am I supposed to bring a towel for?!” Her thoughts kept racing through her head. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of it all, but she felt like her only option was to do as she was told.

She tried to eat dinner at the dining commons, but was so anxious that she had to force herself to eat anything at all, which wasn’t much tonight. She sat there at the table looking around at all of the other students there – it was pretty busy for a Friday night afterall. “Could he be here, just watching me – like he is stalking his prey? He did say that he goes here too, but surely he isn’t actually here, right?” she wondered to herself. 

Usually she liked to sit around a little bit, make eyes at some of the guys – especially the ones she knew would never have a chance with a beauty like her. She liked to toy with them, arouse them, torment their thoughts – but tonight she felt like she was being watched, not that she was the watcher. She finished eating her slice of pizza, grabbed her bag and hurried out of the commons. She wasn’t sure why she felt so spooked tonight. “I’m just on edge thinking about everything.” she told herself, “there is no-one watching me more than usual tonight. I just need to clear my head and get ready for whatever I agreed to tonight.” She thought about her relaxing bubble bath earlier, looked at her watch and said “I still have time for another soak before I need to get ready and leave for tonight’s adventure. That’ll help to calm my nerves,” she thought. She supposed it was a good thing that her boss told her that she didn’t need to come in to work this afternoon, afterall.

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