• #1: Vetra’s Secret

Description: Several weeks after the end of the Lakeside Cougars trilogy, Vetra confesses a dark fantasy she has wanted to roleplay her entire life, but has never found anyone she felt she could trust to do it with. Until she met Atticus.

Something was off about Vetra.

Atticus was sure of it now. It had been there all night, occasionally reaching out and snagging his attention. It was little things, and when it came to a woman like Vetra, especially little things.

The occasional slight pauses in unnatural places.

The way her gaze lingered just a little too long when she was looking at him.

The way she shifted in her seat.

It was so faint that he hadn’t really picked up on it until they’d spent most of the day together. Maybe it was because it was such a nice day. Now that they were more or less settled into their new lives together, things were going very well.

It had only been a few weeks since Susan had announced her pregnancy, but it felt like months had passed. It had been...a little awkward, meeting her parents. Once they got a fuller grasp of the implications of the relationship.

Well, no, it had already been awkward, given he was a twenty six year old guy knocking up a forty year old woman.

Ultimately though, they had arrived at something of a stalemate. Her parents weren’t terrible, just a little confused and, given some of the things Susan had struggled with during her life, paranoid. But they knew and trusted Edith, and she largely seemed to smooth things over.

What he really thought smoothed things over was the fact that they were going to get a grandkid. They always lit up when talking about the baby.

Well, a win was a win.

Besides that, mostly he’d just been hanging out with the women in his life, exploring Lakeside, helping out at the cat shelter and the cafe, and working on his games.

It was a very good life.

Right now, they were winding down another day of their vacation of a life. Everyone was over. Edith and Kate were toasted, and Colleen was a little drunk. Susan wasn’t either, obviously, but neither was Vetra. He almost suggested it a couple of times, just to help her unwind, but something told him that if she wanted to be tipsy or stoned, she would be.

So he’d left it alone.

Now, he saw, was his time to strike.

Vetra had just gone out back for a moment. He looked around. No one was picking up on her tension. Susan didn’t quite have an eye for things like that, and everyone else was varying levels of intoxicated.

Atticus got to his feet. “All right, be back in a minute. Gonna go hang out with Vetra.”

“Where’d she go?” Colleen asked, looking around.

“Ducked out for some air. I need some too. Love you all,” he said, and headed out as they told him they loved him, too.

He was never going to get tired of hearing that.

Vetra jumped a little when he stepped out back.

“Atticus,” she said alertly.

He chuckled. “Hey, Vetra. Um...are you okay? You’ve seemed kind of tense most of the night.”

She stared at him, plainly surprised, then sighed. “Either I’m getting worse at measuring my own emotions, or you’re too good at reading me.”

“I think I’m just good at reading you. No one else noticed.”

“Mmm.” She didn’t seem satisfied.

“Sorry, I just...am worried about you.”

“I know. You do tend to worry. But you shouldn’t. It’s not anything serious, it’s not even anything bad. It’s...something I’m a little...embarrassed about. I want to ask you something.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Yes,” she said, stepping up to him with a mildly annoyed look on her face, “because you’re so damned reasonable.”

“Are you really complaining about that?”

She groaned. “No, I’m not. I’m just...this is difficult for me to talk about. I apologize.”

“It’s fine, Vetra,” he replied, settling his hands on her hips.

“You have too much patience,” she muttered.

“Seems like I’ve got just enough, given my situation.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I’ll give you that.”

She fell silent, losing her smile. Then she looked off to the side, at the moonlit landscape. He waited. Finally, without looking back, she began to speak.

“There’s something I want from you, Atticus. A sex act. I’m comfortable asking you to do it, and doing it with you, but I am...wrestling with emotions tied to it. I don’t want to get into it, but I was shamed rather intensely for it.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Vetra.”

“Thank you. It’s...in the past. Although I’m still bitter about it.” Finally, she looked at him. “It kept me from actually trying it. Even once.” She pursed her lips. “I suppose that isn’t completely true. Other things prevented it, too.” She snorted, irritated, and shook her head. “And I’m still dancing around it. We’ve discussed it before. Painal.”

“Yes. Painful anal sex. Though our discussion was...rather light on details,” he replied.

“Right. I suppose if we’re going to talk about it, then we should talk about it. My biggest issue, really, was that I never met a man I thought I could trust with it. Until you. And I’ve been working up the courage to talk about it with you directly all night. Also,” she put a hand on his chest and stared more intently into his eyes, “please do not take this the wrong way. I’m not hesitating because I feel like I can’t trust you.”

“I understand, Vetra. Don’t worry, I’m not offended. Some things are just hard to talk about. I’m not going to take it personally.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

For another moment, she seemed vaguely lost. It was so strange seeing Vetra like this. She had opened up to him in a way he suspected she had for no one else in her life. Or, at least, she hadn’t opened up like this in a very long time. But she was so much more...expressive now. To an outsider, the change might seem mild at best, but for him? She was different. In a good way.

He liked it. She seemed happier. In some way he couldn’t really articulate, she almost seemed healthier.

“Okay,” she said, looking at him again, “I’m here. I’m ready to talk about this. So...I like painal. A lot. And it’s been my fantasy for...decades now. It isn’t just the rough, painful anal sex, though. It’s more than that. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, and it definitely morphed into a rape fantasy. Are you comfortable with that?”

“Yes,” he replied simply.

“Oh. Okay. I...thought maybe you might take more issue with it. But that’s great.” She paused. “Are you sure? And you aren’t just saying it for my benefit?”

“I’m sure, Vetra. We agreed to be honest with each other.”

“Yes, we did. And, I believe you, it’s just...you have that tendency.”

“I know, it was a fair ask. It’s something I’m still struggling with a little. But I’m honestly really aroused by what you’ve said so far.”

“Oh, so you want to rape me in the ass?” she murmured.

He chuckled. “In a manner of speaking, yes. So, what do you want?”

“Eager?”

“Very.”

She laughed, relaxing what seemed to be the rest of the way. “Good. So am I. This is what I’m looking for: we are hooking up and you ‘accidentally’ put it in my ass. I try to make you stop, but you just keep going until you finish. Now...I’m going to be rather...rough. I’m going to be really struggling. I mean, I’m not going break your nose or gouge your eye, but it’s not going to be like a lot of the overly produced porn where the ‘resistance’ is lackluster and ends halfway through. No, this is going to be like those uncomfortably real amateur porn vids. I want you to be violent with me. Choke me. Slap me. Scream at me. Spit on my face.”

“Wow.”

“Yes. This is what I want. I will really be trying to get away from you, so...don’t hold back. Are we clear?”

“Yes, we’re clear. I assume you want lube.”

“Yes.”

“Do you care if the others watch?”

“They can watch.”

“All right, then. Anything else?”

“No. I’m ready if you are...oh, you are ready,” she murmured, looking down and smirking.

“Uh, yes. Very.”

“Mmm. When you have rape play with others, I very much want to watch.”

“Noted.”

He took her hand and they walked back inside. As they did closed the door behind them, Vetra walked into the living room and cleared her throat dramatically.

“Atticus is about to rape me up the ass, so if anyone wants to watch that, now is the time,” she announced, then walked away.

There was a general scramble as everyone hurried to follow him and Vetra as they walked into the bedroom. Atticus could feel sexual energy thrumming through him. He had enjoyed a great deal of fun sexual exploration with the women here. He’d definitely done things he hadn’t realistically thought he would get to.

But this…

Was apparently especially exciting. They’d played with some rougher sex now and a little bit of roleplay, but nothing quite so intense as this.

Was he going to be up to to the task?

Well, if he wasn’t, Vetra would forgive him.

So for once he was going to set aside his worries and just dive right into enjoying this.

Atticus hastily began taking his clothes off, getting into character. Vetra probably didn’t expect too much acting from him, but...she’d appreciate it if he put thought into it. If he made it feel more real. More authentic.

Ever since he’d had his first little roleplay session with Colleen when she was Missus Silver and he was a younger author, he’d felt that spark. It was excitement, sure but it was also something he was apparently good at. He’d done roleplay before and he knew he was all right at it, but being all right and being good were two different things.

As Atticus got down to his boxers, he moved over to Vetra, embracing her slim body from behind and cupping her bare breasts as soon as she got her bra off. He felt her body language change the moment he did. It was subtle, but it was there. She grew more tense. Uncomfortable.

Well, he already knew she was an excellent actress. He should feel more confident about his own abilities, given their few brief roleplay sessions. But pretending you were newlywed was in no way the same as pretending a rape was happening.

Atticus kissed the side of her neck, massaging her breasts. “You ready? I’ve got to get up early tomorrow, so I kinda want to do this quick.”

She tensed a little more. “I’m a little nervous about this.”

“It’s all right, it’ll be fine, Vetra. Just…”

His hands went down to her hips, gripped her panties, and began pulling them down. They got far enough that he released them and they fell the rest of the way down her trim legs.

“On the bed,” he murmured.

“Okay,” she whispered. There was just a hint, just a tiny hint of fear in her voice. “Um, so, how should I be?”

“Lay flat on your stomach. I’m going to fuck you prone,” he replied with a casualness that bordered on callousness.

“All right,” she said softly.

She laid flat and he took off his boxers. This probably wasn’t going to be a particularly long session, he realized as he grabbed the lube and crawled onto the bed. It was going to feel pretty damn good, and it was going to be pretty damn hot.

He’d be lucky to last a minute.

Hopefully that was enough for her, but…

They could always do this again.

Reminding himself of her safeword to ensure that he had it locked firmly into his mind so he could break off the instant she used it, he lubed up himself and her. She gasped and shuddered as he poured the lube, but otherwise said nothing.

For just a moment, Atticus wondered if maybe he should build it up a little more. But no, he could tell she was too impatient for that. She wanted him to dive right in.

So that’s exactly what he did.

Atticus rested his head at the entrance of her tight, fit ass. He penetrated her, making her gasp, then groan quietly. He began pushing his way in. Almost immediately, he sensed impatience from her. Ah, so she wanted the real deal.

Well, he could accommodate that just fine.

Atticus pushed his cock the rest of the way up her ass, making her scream.

“Fuck! Shit! Take it out! That hurts!” she cried, squirming.

Atticus put his hands on her shoulders and held her down. “Babe, I told you it was going to hurt a bit. This is normal.”

“This is not a bit! Take it out! Seriously!” she cried, lifting her head and looking back at him with one eye, which was wide and fearful.

“Vetra, come on, it won’t last long,” he said, and started fucking her up the ass.

She screamed again and began squirming harder. “Stop! Atticus! Please!”

He laid down against her backside, pressing her into the mattress with his own weight, then grabbed her hands by the back and pressed them down into the mattress to either side of her.

“Just let me finish,” he replied, and kept fucking her.

“Ah! No! Atticus! This is rape!” she shrieked.

“Then it’s fucking rape,” he growled in her ear, suddenly angry, and began pounding her even harder.

“NO! FUCK! STOP!”

Fuck, she was seriously good at this. It was stuff like this that made him nervous about recording, it probably would seem really legit. Even with Vetra verifying it, it would probably be suspect. Well, they weren’t recording right now, so he supposed it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was Vetra’s tight ass.

And he was already kinda getting close. So he was going to have to change things up.

“I’m going to call the police if you don’t stop!” she yelled.

He did stop, and she gasped, panting. “Is that what you’re going to do?” he asked, his lips so close to her ear they brushed it when he spoke. “In that case, I might as well finish.”

“No!” she screamed as he reached up and grabbed the handcuffs they’d bought for just such an occasion. “Atticus, don’t! I’m serious!”

He clapped the cuffs onto her hands, then he flipped her over onto her back. She squeezed her legs shut, panting furiously, staring at him with wide eyes, her hair a mess already. She really looked the part.

“Stop!” she demanded as he began working his fingers between her clenched thighs.

He ignored her, forcing her legs open, and got between them. Then he slipped back into her fantastically tight ass and resumed pounding her. She shrieked again.

“Shut the fuck up!” he snapped, slapping her hard across the face.

“Fuck you!” she screamed.

“Oh, fuck me? You mouthy little fucking bitch,” he growled, and slapped her again, harder. Then twice more, harder than that.

“Fuck you, Atticus!” she roared and began struggling much more fiercely.

She definitely would have given him more trouble if he hadn’t handcuffed her, and he was sure that Vetra knew a way of getting out of handcuffs. If anyone would, it was her. And something about that made the encounter much more appealing.

Dominating a woman was great.

Dominating a capable, competent, confident woman was a lot more than great.

He sighed and backhanded her this time. She cried out and for a second he wondered if that was too hard. But she was glaring up at him, her face a mask of hate and fear, and he knew he hadn’t gone too far. If he had, she would have at the very least broken character.

If anything, she seemed more into it than ever.

“Stop talking back to me, or I’ll really punish you,” he said, sticking a finger in her face.

Vetra then took a calculated risk.

She bit his finger.

Like, for real.

It hurt, but didn’t do any real damage. Which meant it did exactly what it was supposed to do.

“You fucking bitch!” he snapped, staring at his finger for a second before slapping her three times in rapid succession, then backhanded her again.

It actually hurt kind of bad. But she hadn’t broken the skin, and it was obvious she hadn’t done any damage to the bone. It just hurt.

Good fuel. And she knew that.

She showed her teeth in a furious grimace, staring up at him, panting heavily.

“You need some fucking manners,” he growled, then slapped her once more.

And then he laid his hands on her throat.

She gasped, then began squirming more intensely, then more furiously, as he began choking her. He was careful. Given the fact that one of them was going to take the roleplay in this direction at some point, Atticus had done some research. Vetra gagged and struggled harder, trying to buck him off of her.

“Take this, you fucking bitch,” he growled, pounding hard up her ass while he kept choking her.

He leaned in and spit on her cheek.

Vetra made a new sound and the quality of her bucking changed. She was coming, he realized. He relaxed his grip, letting her breathe some, and kept going.

“You...fucking...bitch!” he screamed as began going as hard and as fast as he could.

That did it.

He groaned loudly and she screamed as he began coming. He shoved his cock as far as it would go up her sweet, mature ass as he began letting out. She screamed each time he thrust into her, with each fresh burst of his seed, each shockwave of pleasure pulsing through him. He pumped her ass full of his seed and she came right along with him.

And then their first rough roleplay was over, and he was carefully extracting himself from her.

“You okay, Vetra?” he asked.

“Um...mmm...yes,” she managed, aftershocks of her orgasm still running through her. “I...yes. I’m okay. I...mmm. That was so much more intense than I thought it would be. Also, ow.”

He chuckled, then grabbed some toiletpaper they kept on the headboard and used it to wipe his spit off her face.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her eyes closed as she came back down from the dizzying high. “Could you, um…?”

She rolled onto her side.

“Of course.”

Atticus undid the cuffs and set them back on the headboard, then ran a hand slowly down the side of her face. She made a happy sound and leaned into it.

“Fuck me, that was hot,” Susan whispered.

“Yeah…” Colleen murmured.

“Can we do that?” Kate asked.

“Yes. Yes, we absolutely can,” Atticus replied. “But for now, Vetra needs some aftercare.”

“I do,” she agreed tiredly. “And some painkillers. Fuck, next time I’m pre-gaming with painkillers. Damn. But it was good. It was amazing, Atticus...will you carry me to the shower?”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead, then got up. “Of course, love.”

Scooping her up in his arms, Atticus began carrying her towards the master bathroom.

All in all, that had been a hell of a session.