Chance Meeting
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charisstomaTitle: Chance Meeting
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 777
Rating & warning: hard R, dub-con
It was a case of two cats meeting in the dark by accident. Neither of us should have been where we were to judge by our reaction. For a moment we held each other, hands hard around each other’s upper arms to steady ourselves. I evidently was the weaker of the two or the more innocent as the alley wall collided with my back and a hand shut off any sound I might have thought to make. He stepped into me wedging his thighs between mine and replaced his hand with his mouth. My wrists were held pinioned above me feeling the air cold against my where my clothing below had concealed.
‘No.’ I wasn’t going to be used like this and arching my body tried to throw him off. It was a mistake because that is what he wanted as he gave the return thrust pressing me back just enough for me to repeat my actions, struggling to unseat him from between my legs.
A light shown down the alley, spotting us to rove up and down our coupled forms. A laughing comment from the alley’s opening was made as with one of my struggles I was being turned towards the moist dampness of the wall, thankfully in a way that didn’t reveal who I was. I felt more than heard the fumbling low at my back.
“Play along and we both get out of this alive,” was whispered as I felt his hardness start an exaggerated seeking for its prey.
Evidently he didn’t believe I’d willingly play my role as he reached around to grasp my balls in his leather encased fist and squeezed as he gave a hard thrust to ride the channel to knock against my captive jewels. My cry was loud enough to satisfy those whose light kept watch on us.
“Lord fuck us, I’d love a piece of that.”
Another voice overrode my continued supposedly wanton cries as for each thrust another paining squeeze was administered. “Later if the whore is still here. We’ve got business to take care of. Maybe we can make a pair of them, a whore and a lord.” There was a lewd chuckle, “Bet they’d sound alike as we plowed them.”
The light moved off giving notice that we were no longer under scrutiny but the thrusting continued for a time longer with its punishing enticement to sound as if we were participating in the real thing. And maybe it wasn’t so much acting as I felt the pulsing warmth wet the passage his hardness had coursed along. He stilled and drew back holding me still and listening.
“You can let go of me now,” I snarled in a harsh whisper giving a bump back with my hip.
In the dark we stared at the other as we parted, not that we could see more than shadowy outline. Finally he released me, physically that is. A part of me was still under his enthrallment. I’m not one for rape but though the grasp and squeezes had been enough to wring cries they weren’t all that off from what I’d had with a friend or two. Except, they’d then turned the other cheek so to speak and I’d of had my turn. Needs must. You seek what pleasure you can on the streets in between lifting fancies from pockets.
The white of a grin told me he knew in what condition he’d left me. His hand had been right below where now I ached.
Growling I stepped into him and stole a kiss. A decent one this time and not like the muffling one he’d given me earlier to close my mouth. He pushed me back and caressed the side of my face before walking off straightening his clothes. Not even a glance back at me did he give, as if I were but a forgotten moment of no importance which was fine by me. I too had places to be that didn’t stand close looking at.
Adjusting my clothing and grimacing at the clinging of sodden fabric I exited the alleyway at its other end making sure that there were none to see me. Mad Morat was expecting me and Lord Dansbury’s baubles. He’d had a buyer for them already when he’d commissioned me to acquire them. They’d bring me ease for a month from having to work the streets as a cutpurse.
When I had time and better light I’d examine the trinket I’d garnered in tonight. It was payment for services rendered and maybe next time the man would return the favor when he wanted a fuck, real or otherwise, in a dark alley.
Continues here with And the Plot Thickens
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 777
Rating & warning: hard R, dub-con
It was a case of two cats meeting in the dark by accident. Neither of us should have been where we were to judge by our reaction. For a moment we held each other, hands hard around each other’s upper arms to steady ourselves. I evidently was the weaker of the two or the more innocent as the alley wall collided with my back and a hand shut off any sound I might have thought to make. He stepped into me wedging his thighs between mine and replaced his hand with his mouth. My wrists were held pinioned above me feeling the air cold against my where my clothing below had concealed.
‘No.’ I wasn’t going to be used like this and arching my body tried to throw him off. It was a mistake because that is what he wanted as he gave the return thrust pressing me back just enough for me to repeat my actions, struggling to unseat him from between my legs.
A light shown down the alley, spotting us to rove up and down our coupled forms. A laughing comment from the alley’s opening was made as with one of my struggles I was being turned towards the moist dampness of the wall, thankfully in a way that didn’t reveal who I was. I felt more than heard the fumbling low at my back.
“Play along and we both get out of this alive,” was whispered as I felt his hardness start an exaggerated seeking for its prey.
Evidently he didn’t believe I’d willingly play my role as he reached around to grasp my balls in his leather encased fist and squeezed as he gave a hard thrust to ride the channel to knock against my captive jewels. My cry was loud enough to satisfy those whose light kept watch on us.
“Lord fuck us, I’d love a piece of that.”
Another voice overrode my continued supposedly wanton cries as for each thrust another paining squeeze was administered. “Later if the whore is still here. We’ve got business to take care of. Maybe we can make a pair of them, a whore and a lord.” There was a lewd chuckle, “Bet they’d sound alike as we plowed them.”
The light moved off giving notice that we were no longer under scrutiny but the thrusting continued for a time longer with its punishing enticement to sound as if we were participating in the real thing. And maybe it wasn’t so much acting as I felt the pulsing warmth wet the passage his hardness had coursed along. He stilled and drew back holding me still and listening.
“You can let go of me now,” I snarled in a harsh whisper giving a bump back with my hip.
In the dark we stared at the other as we parted, not that we could see more than shadowy outline. Finally he released me, physically that is. A part of me was still under his enthrallment. I’m not one for rape but though the grasp and squeezes had been enough to wring cries they weren’t all that off from what I’d had with a friend or two. Except, they’d then turned the other cheek so to speak and I’d of had my turn. Needs must. You seek what pleasure you can on the streets in between lifting fancies from pockets.
The white of a grin told me he knew in what condition he’d left me. His hand had been right below where now I ached.
Growling I stepped into him and stole a kiss. A decent one this time and not like the muffling one he’d given me earlier to close my mouth. He pushed me back and caressed the side of my face before walking off straightening his clothes. Not even a glance back at me did he give, as if I were but a forgotten moment of no importance which was fine by me. I too had places to be that didn’t stand close looking at.
Adjusting my clothing and grimacing at the clinging of sodden fabric I exited the alleyway at its other end making sure that there were none to see me. Mad Morat was expecting me and Lord Dansbury’s baubles. He’d had a buyer for them already when he’d commissioned me to acquire them. They’d bring me ease for a month from having to work the streets as a cutpurse.
When I had time and better light I’d examine the trinket I’d garnered in tonight. It was payment for services rendered and maybe next time the man would return the favor when he wanted a fuck, real or otherwise, in a dark alley.
Continues here with And the Plot Thickens
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Date: 2013-03-14 09:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-14 02:15 pm (UTC)Yeah, both of them didn't want the searchers to look at them too closely for different reasons. They were each others cover but it was rude that the noble didn't at least offer a hand afterwards or even during. *grins* You liked it. *much hopping up and down* Brave meep.
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Date: 2013-03-14 02:51 pm (UTC)I feel such bravery deserves a reward *smirk* such as more fics :)
I want to know what the noble was up too.
Was the trinket a callous 'paying for services' or a teasing 'contact me if you dare' I'd think a resourceful thief would be able to sneak into a fancy residence and steal some payback...