Bill Skarsgard

ROMAN AND NAN MEET: Godfrey Games - (Monday Morning)

(Nanette has just started at Godfrey Games. She is a computer programmer and tech genius. Roman Godfrey is the head of the company and also a tech genius as the creator of the best selling game: Mystery Manner. Nanette is in the break room making a cup of coffee. She is looking for sugar and sees it on the top shelf in the cabinet. Roman walks by and notices her as she starts to reach for it. He stops and watches her in the doorway. She’s short so she keeps going on tip-toes and making little hops trying to grab it. Roman watches her struggle for a moment, clearly amused before stepping in.) 

R: Need a hand?

N: Ah! (She jumps startled and turns to face him.) Oh, uh, sure thanks. The break room coffee is kinda shitty so I thought a little sugar might help. 

R: Anytime. (He grabs the sugar.) I don’t remember seeing you around before. Are you new?

N: As a matter of fact it's my first day. Nanette Cole, but I go by Nan. Nice to meet you. (She holds out her hand, he shakes it. She can’t help but acknowledge how physically attractive he is. Tall and muscular, nice features and piercing green eyes.)

R: It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. I’m Roman Godfrey. 

N: The head of this company? I’m so sorry, Mr. Godfrey, I had no idea it was you. And forget what I said earlier, the coffee is great.

R: (Laughs.) Please, no need for formalities. You can call me Roman. And I know the coffee in here is shit. Sorry about that, I’ll see if we can switch to a better brand or something. 

N: Well don’t go to any trouble on my account. 

R: So how are you liking everything so far?

N: Oh, it’s great. Everyone’s been so nice and welcoming but I was actually looking forward to meeting you. 

R: Really? 

N: Yeah the code for mystery manor is just… beautiful. I mean the effort that went into creating that world, it’s really just, it’s amazing. I’ve never seen another game as complex or intricate and I just always wanted to meet the mind behind that, so truly, it's an honor. 

R: That means a lot. It took me years and so much of myself to create it so I really appreciate when others can see my hard work. 

N: Well I really do. (He looks at her moment as if analyzing her.) Speaking of hard work though, I already have like a million things to do, so I should get back to it. But it was really nice meeting you Roman. 

R: Wonderful meeting you too Nanette. (He holds out his hand, she shakes it.)

N: It’s just Nan.

R: Right. Well have a wonderful first day, just Nan. 

N: Thanks, I’m sure I’ll see you around. 

R: I’m sure you will. 

COFFEE: Godfrey Games - (Friday Mid-Day)

(The first week of work goes by easily. Nan notices Roman staring at her from time to time but tries not to think anything of it. He only talks to her one other time that week. It’s mid-morning on Friday. He comes up to her desk with two fancy coffees.)

R: I thought you could use a non shitty coffee to celebrate the end of your first week. (He hands her one.) This place is the best, have you ever been?

N: (She shakes her head as she finishes taking a sip.) No, but, wow. That’s amazing.

R: It’s a cute little cafe down the street. It’s called “Little Beans”. I definitely recommend checking it out sometime. 

N: Well thanks for the suggestion. Mm and the coffee. 

R: My pleasure. How was your first week? 

N: It was great. I’ve met some nice people, I love the coding work I’m doing and, again, it really is an honor just to be here. To be part of creating this amazing world. 

R: Seems our isn’t the only world you’ve been creating. (He says looking at her computer.) You’ve been making your own game, have you?

N: Yes, but only on my breaks and all the code is completely original and separate from your game, I swear. 

R: Relax. You’re not in trouble. Quite the opposite, I’m rather impressed with this, it looks incredible. 

N: You really think so?

R: Absolutely. I can tell just from a glance how complex it is. This must have taken you ages. 

N: I’ve been working on it for a while but I think it’s almost ready for a test run. 

R: Well, keep working on it. I think this could really be something big. 

N: Wow, thank you. 

R: It’s clear you’re a very talented programmer. Let me know when it’s ready for the test run will you?

N: I will, thanks. 

R: Well, I should get back to it. But you have a good weekend and welcome to the company. (He pats her on the shoulder and goes back to his office.)

(Section 1: Part 2) - Into the Game

JOINING THE GAME: In the Game - (Friday Evening)

(Nan wakes up in an unfamiliar large, old fashioned bedroom. She stands from the bed and looks around the room, wondering where she is and how she got there. She makes sure she’s alone then looks down and sees she's wearing a maid uniform. She looks at it in the mirror on the wall with annoyance and apprehension. It has a very short skirt, a low cut top and includes thigh high stockings and black high heels. She has more questions that are even more concerning but pushes them aside, kicks off the heels and looks in the closet. It only has more maid uniforms and a sheer white night dress. She gives up on looking for more clothes and instead picks up the fire poker by the fireplace and cautiously walks to the door. She opens it and it leads to a corridor, lit by torches. She walks a while until she hears voices. She comes into a living room type space and sees several people from work hanging around talking. They are also dressed in old-fashioned clothing. The men are dressed as guards, except Walton, dressed in a black suit like a butler. The women dressed as maids like her. She stands there scared and confused watching them until one of them sees her.)

Shania: Oh shit. (The others stop and various people question her then follow her gaze to look at Nan.) 

Walton: Uh-oh. Looks like there's a new girl in the office. 

N: What the fuck is going on?

(They explain the situation that they are copies in a video game.)

Shania: He brought us in for different reasons. I called him out for staring. 

Kabir: I took too long on a data analysis.

Eleana: Insufficient smiling. 

Frank: Brought him the wrong sandwich. 

Lacey: I stopped picking up things he dropped on the floor just so he can look at my ass. 

Greg: Got the date wrong for an update release in a meeting. (They all look to Walton.)

Walton: Look the why doesn’t matter. He’s a monster and you’re stuck in his sick playground and that’s all you need to know. 

N: No, this is too crazy. I can’t… (She runs out of the room.)

Walton: Wait!

Shania: Ah, let her go. She needs to process it her own way. Besides, he’ll be here soon and just drag her back anyway. 

(Nan looks all over for a way out then gives up and hides in a closet in a big game room. Suddenly, a wrist band she hadn’t noticed before starts making this loud beeping sound. She tries to take it off but it’s completely locked onto her wrist. After a few moments, Frank and Kabir, two of the men dressed as guards, come into the room and open the closet.)

Frank: Look, you have to come back with us. Trust me, we don’t want to do this but it’s not worth it to disobey him. He’ll only make you and everyone pay for it. Please come with us or we’ll have to make you. (She begrudgingly stands up and goes with them. As they walk back down the corridor, Nan is filled with adrenaline and dread. The men open the doors and they walk into a grand throne room where the men lead her to the front of the steps that go up to the throne. Sitting on it is Roman from the office, but even more put together, and dressed in a nice suit. The men walk away and leave Nan standing in front of him. He smiles at her and stands.)

SWEAR ALLEGIANCE: In the Game - (Friday Evening)

R: Welcome to the newest addition to our castle, Nanette Cole. (Varied mumbles of hello are heard from the others. Not breaking eye contact with Nan, Roman walks down the first set of steps to the median between the second set of steps and holds out his hand.) Come here, let me get a good look at you. (Nan shakes her head.)

N: I don’t think so. (He sighs)

R: Guards. (The same 2 come forward and grab her arms and start to drag her up the steps.) 

N: Hey! Let go of me. Hey! (They bring her to meet him on the median then go back down the steps to their spots.)

N: Really? (Once in front of him, he looks her up and down with a sneer.)

R: Kneel before me and swear allegiance to me as your king. 

N: (Scoffs.) No fucking way.

R: Kneel before me, that is an order. 

N: I’m not doing this.

R: You know, this all really will be a lot easier if you let yourself get into it.

N: If you think that I’m playing along with your king ego trip bullshit, you can think again.

R: This is my castle, I am your king and an order in an order.

N: Then go fuck yourself, your highness.

R: Ok so we’re doing it this way. (He holds out his hand and Nan laughs.)

N: What are you going to do, throw a fire ball? (He snaps his fingers and in an instant her nose and mouth are gone, leaving her gasping for air but with no way to get it. She collapses to the floor clutching her neck and staring pleadingly at Roman, tears streaming down her face. He looks unfazed, in fact, pleased.)

R: Oh dear. Can’t breathe. Unpleasant isn’t it? (He crouches down to her level and strokes her hair.) Do you submit? (She looks at him angrily, still holding on despite the agony.) You won’t die you know, no one dies in here unless I want them to. (He strokes her hair again, then grabs it at the back and pulls her head back, forcing her to look at him through tear stained eyes.) I can keep you like this forever if I feel like it. Forever grasping for breath with a mouth that isn’t there. Do you submit? (She finally gives in and nods. He pats her head.) Good girl. (He snaps his fingers and returns her face to normal. She frantically catches her breath and coughs then recovers.)

R: Alright, it should be easy now that you’re already on the floor, kneel before me. (She slowly moves to be sitting at his feet, tears still streaming down her face.) That’s it. You look good on your knees. Now swear allegiance to me.

N: (Shakily.) I… I swear allegiance to you.  

R: My… 

N: My king. 

R: Very good, you serve me now. Anything I require from you, you will eagerly oblige to. Any disobedience will be gravely punished, is that understood? (She nods with a scowl, looking at the ground. He lifts her chin to make her look up at him.) You will look at me when I address you and from now on you will answer me with your majesty. Is that understood? (She looks up at him angrily.)

N: Yes. (He raises his eyebrows.) Your majesty. 

R: Good. (Smiling widely.) Let’s start with you getting me a drink. I’ll take a gin martini with olives. (He gestures to a table with drinks on the ground floor off to the side. She starts to stand.)

R: Wait. (She lowers herself back to kneeling on the floor.) To show your devotion, I think you should stay on your hands and knees to get it. (Her eyes widen, imagining the task.)

N: You’re joking. Please, I can't do that, I..

R: Of course you can, just focus on not spilling. (She looks down the steps which now suddenly seem so long.) Go on now. (He smirks and goes back to sit on the throne as Nan starts down the stairs. Her skirt is so short that in this position her panties are slightly visible. She is dying with embarrassment that everyone is watching, though except for Roman they all avoid looking at her as much as they can. She finally makes it down to the floor and over to the drink table. She starts to stand.) Uh-uh-uh. On your knees. (She inaudibly grumbles and goes back to her knees, looking up over the table, harder to see everything from there. She finds the gin and pours it in a small glass.) No, use the proper glass. (She huffs and transfers the gin to a martini glass. It’s the hardest glass to carry while crawling, something she’s sure he well knew. She adds the olives and slowly starts to crawl using one hand back to the stairs. She has to do this ridiculous shuffle to crawl while carrying the drink. She spills some but works her way up the stairs and back to him and hands him the drink. He takes it with a smile that fills Nan with fury. He takes a sip and sighs.)

R: Very good. You can stand up now and stand over here in case I need anything else. Oh and put your shoes back on, they’re part of your uniform. (He snaps and the shoes appear before her feet. She slips them on then stands next to the throne.) Walton. (He lifts his feet and Walton comes rushing up the steps and kneels on the floor under his feet. Roman places them down and rests them on his back like a foot stool. He takes another sip then looks at Nan.) I know this is hard to wrap your head around but you’ll get used to being here. Shaina, bring me your list and a serving tray. The rest of you, in line with your lists behind her. (Shaina brings the tray up. The rest start to line up behind her with scrolls.) Give it to Nanette. (She hands her the tray, she takes it and he sets his glass down on it.) Don’t drop this alright, love?

N: What is this?

R: Each day we have a competition to see who can prove they are the most devoted to me through doing chores around the castle. The person who does the most chores gets the next day off. The person who does the least is punished. Shaina. 

Shania: Majesty. (She does a big curtsey while handing him her list. They each shuffle through and curtsey or bow before handing him their scroll. He looks through them.)

R: All right, I’ve made my decision. (He takes his drink from the tray.) The winner is, Frank! Congratulations on a hard day's work. (Raises his glass to him and drinks. The other fake cheer for him.)

Frank: Thank you, your majesty. It’s an honor just to be recognized by you. 

R: And the loser is, Kabir. (Kabir drops his shoulders, looking scared, then slowly shuffles forward.)

Kabir: I’m sorry I failed you, your majesty. 

R: Well let this punishment serve as a reminder for you to do better in the future. 

Kabir: Of course your majesty. (Kabir braces himself as Roman snaps and his wrist band glows red-hot. He drops to the floor and screams, clutching his arm. Roman sits watching for over a minute.)

N: Ok he’s had enough. 

R: I’ll decide that and you can experience the same thing he is the next time you fail to address me properly. 

N: My king. (She touches his arm.) Please, end this. (He looks up at her.)

R: Alright, since you asked so nicely. (He snaps his fingers and the bracelet goes back to normal. The others help him up.) Now onto tonight’s entertainment. (Music plays as the men come out into the middle of the floor and do a silly jester routine, meant to degrade them. They finish, the music changes and the girls come out and dance to the music til the song ends.) What do you think? Good show right?

N: Yeah that was.. Yeah. (An hour goes by with him making people do little things for him. Nan just stands by the throne holding his drink.)

R: Another successful day, time to turn in. Leave the tray and follow me. (Nan sets the tray on the arm of the chair and follows him down the steps. Everyone gathers around.)

Walton: Long live the king!

Everyone: Long live the king! (They continue various cheers of praise. Then to Nan’s surprise Roman grabs Eleana and kisses her, then does the same with Shania, then Lacey, then looks at her. As he grabs her arm and starts to pull her in for a kiss, she struggles away and then slaps him. The group who had still been cheering goes silent.)

Walton: Oh my fuck. 

R: (Sighs and slowly looks at Nan, she braces for whatever he’s about to do.) It’s your first day so I’ll forgive you for that this once. Tomorrow I expect you to do your chores, participate in the entertainment show and be more… amiable to me. Exit game.

AFTER FIRST NIGHT REVELATION:  In the Game - (Friday Night)

(He’s gone and everyone relaxes a little.)

Eleana: This was tense, I don’t like tense. (They start walking into their designated lounge area.) 

Walton: Drink?

Eleana: Uh-huh.

N: When will he be back?

Frank: Not til after work tomorrow, around 8 is when he usually logs on. (They get to the room. It has couches, books, games and drinks. People start grabbing drinks. Greg hands Nan one.)

N: So for that entertainment show, I’m expected to wear that ridiculous outfit and dance while he watches?

Lacey: Basically. 

N: And the kiss thing, does he do that every day?

Eleana: Yeah but it’s not so bad, you get used to it.

Shania: Besides, it's not like we can do more than that.

N: What do you mean?

Walton: You haven’t noticed yet?

N: Noticed what? (Walton starts undoing his belt.) What are you doing? (He unzips his pants.) Oh Jesus Christ stop. (She covers her eyes as he pulls down his pants to reveal a smooth mound where his genitals should be. She peeks through her fingers, then puts her hands down.) Uh, what the fuck.

Walton: No genitals in here, another way to torture us I assume. No sensation at all. We’ve even tried grinding our mounds together out of sheer boredom to see if anything happens. Nothing. 

N: No way, that is just too weird. 

Walton: You don’t believe me, check for yourself. (Nan turns away and checks down her pants.) Thankfully, the one thing he will let us do in here is drink. Cheers. (He takes a shot. The rest start talking and drinking.)

Lacey: Just make sure you don’t drink during the day. If you show up drunk he’ll make you puke up 3 bottles worth of liquor. It’s not pleasant. 

Eleana: Eh, it was worth it. 

N: (She turns back.) Uh guys. (They keep talking.) Guys. Guys! (They stop talking and look at her.) I have mine. 

Shania: You have a proper vagina, are you sure?

N: Yeah pretty sure. 

Eleana: Let me see. 

N: (She backs up.) Take my word for it. 

Lacey: Can you, you know, feel things? 

N: Uh, let me check. (They all look expectantly.) Well I’m not going to check with everyone staring. (They all turn away. She reaches her fingers into her panties and over her vagina. She feels the normal sensations, if not a little more, then she sticks a finger inside, same thing. She takes her hand out and fixes her dress.) Ok, you can look. (They turn.) Yeah, it’s normal and I can feel things. (They start talking at once. Stuff like that isn’t fair, maybe it’s a new upgrade, etc. Nan interrupts them again, dread settling in for her all over again.) Think about it. (They all stop and listen.) Why would I have one when no one else does? (Realization sets in for them.) He brought me here so he could have sex with me. Oh my god and in this crazy reality where he can do anything, who knows what he’s going to do to me. 

Frank: I think you may be over-reacting, it could be something else.

N: Oh yeah? Well why are you guys here? He brought you all in to punish you for some slight he thought you showed him right? (They murmur agreements.) Well I’ve been wracking my brain and I can’t think of anything. We've only had like two conversations, both of which were very pleasant and on the second he brought me a fancy coffee and told me he liked my game and that’s it. So why would he bring me here to punish me? No, instead since he likes me he’s going to rape me and who knows what else every day for the rest of eternity. (They don’t know what to say. Nan is overcome with emotion.) I want to be alone for a while.

Shania: Come on, I’ll show you to your room. (She leads Nan down a hallway to a door with her name, the same room she woke up in. Shania opens the door for her and the two walk in.) Wow, he really does like you.

N: What? Is my room nicer than all yours? 

Shania: Yeah way better. Here, this is my room. (She walks to the next door over and opens it. Nan looks into a closet sized room with a small bed and cupboard. It looks very small and depressing, especially compared to her lavish and extensive room. Nan looks around at the small room.)

N: Yeah I’m fucked.

Shania: Yup. (Nan starts crying. Shania hugs her.) Oh sorry love. Let me know if I can do anything to make it easier.

N: Can you leave a bottle of whiskey outside my door?

Shania: You got it. (She goes and Nan steps into her room laying down and crying for a little. She hears a knock, waits a while then grabs the whiskey and drinks a lot. She tries to sleep but realizes she can’t as she watches the clock tick on. She remembers people in the game can only sleep between 12pm and 6am. She thought she would be hungry by now and have to pee but I guess computer programs don’t need to eat or use the bathroom. Good to know we can still drink, she thinks taking another swig. Once the clock hits 12pm she dozes off to sleep.)

(Section 1: Part 3) - First Day & Dinner Invite

DAY AS A MAID: In the Game - (Saturday Morning)

(It’s the next morning and Shania knocks on her door.)

Shania: Time for chores. (Nan fixes herself then goes to join the others in the main room. They are all there, talking, Walton sees her and welcomes her over, and grabs her a drink.)

Walton: Here, figure you’ll be needing this.

N: Thanks. (She takes it and downs it.) So how exactly does this whole chore thing work?

Shania: There’s a list of different tasks, we just split them up each day. They don’t actually need to be done, the castle is always perfectly clean. It's just a cruel way to make us spend our day. 

Frank: None the less. The tasks you write that you did actually need to be done or they glow bright red on the list and he’ll punish you worse than if you’re last. Learned that one the hard way.

N: What about the first and last place thing?

Greg: That’s sometimes bullshit, sometimes not, depending on his mood. Sometimes he does pick based on who does the most and least so we assign days when everyone takes their turn for both every once in a while for when he does go that way. Otherwise, if he’s in a mood or whatever, he’ll just pick who he would most like to torture at the moment to lose or whoever pissed him off the least that day to win. 

Eleana: I have a feeling I know who's going to win tonight. (Kabir elbows her as if to say shut up.)

N: Yeah, me too. Yet, I feel like I’m still going to lose one way or another. 

Lacey: Sorry Nan. (General murmurs of agreement follow.) 

Shania: Well best to get on with your chores everybody. Go on now. (She shoos everyone away.) You ok hun? 

N: As I can be.

Shania: Well here’s your list and a map of the castle. Just try to do a few things. Like you said, he likes you so it doesn’t really matter how many you get done. Let me know if you need anything today. 

N: Wait, for tonight, how does the dance thing work? Do you plan it or?

Shania: No, we just kind of move to the music. Doesn’t really matter, he just wants to perv on us anyway. Just sway for three minutes, try not to look at him and you’ll get through it. 

N: (She hugs her.) Thanks for being such a good friend through all of this. 

Shania: Of course hun. Good luck. 

(The day goes by with her doing chores.)

DINNER INVITATION: In the Game - (Saturday Evening)

(Everyone is in the throne room waiting for R’s arrival.)

Walton: Right, everyone to stations. 

Shania: Here, Nan. You stand here next to me. (She pulls her to stand next to her. Soon after, the lights start flickering and there is a buzzing sound. Roman appears in the middle of the room.)

Everyone except N: Good evening your majesty. (They bow or curtsey. Roman watches Nan as she does a very small curtsey.) 

R: Good evening everyone. Nanette, I’m going to have to teach you how to curtsey properly. Did the ladies not show you how it’s done?

N: No they did. They spent like an hour with me on it, I just couldn’t get it right.

R: Is that so? Well, I’ll walk you through it again. It’s really simple. You cross your leg over the other. (He reaches down and grabs her thigh and crosses the leg in front of the other.) Then lower yourself as much as you physically can. (He puts his hands on her shoulders and pushes her almost to the ground. She wobbles as she tries not to fall over.) There, that’s better. Now let me hear you greet me again.

N: Good evening, your majesty. 

R: Speak up.

N: Good evening, your majesty. 

R: That’s more like it. Now get me a drink, Nanette, love. Just a plain bourbon is fine and bring the tray. (She starts to go.) Answer back. 

N: Yes, your majesty. 

R: Good girl. Go on and everyone else to your stations. (They move while she grits her teeth and pours a drink as he goes up to the throne. She brings the drink to him. He takes a sip then returns it to the tray.) So how did you find your first day?

N: You mean doing a list of boring, meaningless chores? It was great. 

R: Manual labor is a good time for self reflection. I hope you were able to think today and re-adjust your attitude. 

N: (Puts on a very fake smile and annoyingly cheerful tone.) Yes your majesty. 

R: Glad to hear it. Well lets take a look at your list then shall we? (Nan hands it over.) Not very many things here, but I’ll excuse it seeing as you're learning your way around the place. Well done for your first day. Your king has given you a compliment. 

N: Thank you, your majesty. 

R: You’re very welcome Nanette. 

N: I told you, I just go by Nan. 

R: I think Nanette suits you more. 

N: As you wish, your majesty. 

R: (He smiles.) Those words sound very good coming out of your mouth. (He claps.) All right everyone, go ahead and line up with your lists. (They all move and line up on the steps. Again they hand over the scrolls one by one and go back down to the main floor. He barely shuffles through them then stands.) I’ve made my decision. The winner is, Nanette. Let’s give a big round of applause to Nanette. (They all clap.)

Eleana: (Whispering over.) Shocker.

R: (He takes the drink from the tray in one hand, then her hand in his other.) Congratulations Nanette. (He raises the glass to her, drinks, then kisses her on the hand.)

N: Thank you, your majesty. 

R: And the loser is, Eleana. (She was slightly giggling. She stops and then steps forward.) 

Eleana: I’m sorry I failed you majesty. 

R: Yes, yes. I’m sure you are. (He moves his hand and her bracelet burns her. She screams as he lets it go for a minute.) All right then, onto the show. (To Nan.) You may go get ready. Good luck tonight. I’ll be watching you. (She nods and leaves. In a minute the men start their jester routine as the women get ready in a small room off from the throne room. Nan puts on the costume as an old fashioned show girl along with the others and waits. The music ends for the men. They walk off.)

Shania: All right here we go. (They walk out, the music starts. The others start dancing, Nan just stands.) Just sway. (Nan starts to sway with her shoulders not hips, then bobs her head back and forth. She tries to avoid eye-contact with Roman who is staring right at her, smiling at her obvious attempts to avoid being sexy. The song ends as Roman applauds, still looking only at Nan.)

R: Very good show tonight. Well done everyone. Almost time for me to head out, come gather around to bid me farewell. (He heads down the stairs as the others gather to meet him.)

Walton: Long live the king! 

Everyone: Long live the king! (They cheer as he looks straight to Nan. She braces, ready to let him kiss her. Instead he extends his hand.)

R: Nanette, I’d like a moment with you please. (Nan shares a look with Shania as she steps forward and takes his hand apprehensively.) I would like for you to join me for dinner tomorrow evening instead of participating in the show. A chance for you to prove to me your fealty. 

N: I don't eat remember?

R: (He smiles.) Nonetheless, I think it will be nice to spend some time together, don’t you?

N: (She grimaces at him and responds mockingly.) Uh-huh.

R: You’re supposed to answer..?

N: Yes majesty.

R: Excellent, then I will see you tomorrow night. (He snaps his fingers, she inhales sharply, nervous from last time he did that, but exhales when a wrapped box with a bow appears in his hands.) A gift for you to wear tomorrow. (He hands her the box.) I expect you to be ready and waiting when I return at 7. 

N: And what if I refuse? (The others tense up.)

R: (He sighs.) Shall I give you a preview? (She holds the box over her face instinctively as he starts to lift his hand. Shania steps in front of Nan before he can do anything.)

Shania: Please majesty! She’s new and scared, that’s all. She'll learn. She’ll obey. (He nods and lowers his hand.) 

R: See to it that she does. (Shania nods and Roman gestures with his head for her to go back to her spot. She steps to the side. Roman steps forward and speaks directly to Nan.) There won't be any more free passes after this. (He strokes her cheek.) Until tomorrow night, Nanette. Exit game. (He is gone. She stands reeling, thinking about the following night. The crew gathers round as she opens the box to see a sleek black dress. She lifts it out to look at it. It has a low neck line and a slit up the thigh.)

Shania: Well he’s not very subtle. (She says taking the dress. Nan looks back in the box and sees red lingerie that was underneath.)

N: Oh jesus christ, no fucking way. (She holds up the lacy bra.) Not subtle is an understatement.

Greg: Glad I’m not a woman. 

Full Story Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, NON-CON, Dub-Con, bondage, violence, bdsm themes, sex slave, obsession, stalking+non-con recording, piv sex, mentions of anal, spanking, fingering, oral both m and f receiving + forced swallowing, sex toys, over-stimulation, emotional manipulation, torture, blood, body control (in the game her erogenous zones are overly sensitive and she is unable to touch herself), probably more? *Warnings next to most graphic parts though warnings could apply to any part.

DINNER: In the Game - (Sunday Evening) *Warnings

(Nan is ready in the black dress and fancy underwear. Looking in the mirror messing with her hair, putting off what she knows she has to do next. Shania knocks on the door and reminds her that it’s time to go. She takes one last moment then goes and opens the door.)

R: You ready? 

N: No but what am I going to do? (She takes her hand and they walk down the hall together. They take their spots as 7pm rolls around. There’s the usual light and sound as Roman appears. They chorus good evening your majesty.) 

R: Good evening indeed. (Looking only at Nan from the moment he arrives, he holds out his hand. She steps forward and takes it.) My Nanette. You look absolutely stunning in that dress, as I knew you would. Give us a twirl. (He holds her hand over her head and she quickly spins.) Gorgeous. Shall we go? (He extends his arm, she takes it.) The rest of you I’ll graciously allow to take the night off. All my time will be spent at dinner. (They go and he leads her to a lavish dining room. He pulls her chair and she sits. There is a food dome on the table in front of her. He removes the lid.)

R: Your favorite meal. Enjoy. (He sits across from her and removes his own food’s lid.)

N: Wow, looks great. You keep forgetting I don’t eat. 

R: I've altered your code so you can now enjoy food but still don’t need it. Plus you can eat as much of anything you want and you don't have to worry about it affecting your health or body. 

N: Gee, how thoughtful of you. (She tries a bite just to see if she can really taste it. She can and it’s delicious but she pushes it aside and grabs the wine bottle with a red bow on it that’s sitting in the middle of the table and pours herself a glass.)

R: Snark aside. I can’t tell you how pleased I am that you’re here. I’ve been looking for a queen for some time and I finally found someone worthy. No one I’ve met up to you has been even remotely close. You’re a genius like me, you’re kind and strong. I would be beyond honored to have you at my side. 

N: Uh-huh. And if I don’t want to be your queen? 

R: Hopefully I can persuade you otherwise. I think we could make quite the duo, you and I. Plus there will be perks to being my queen. You won't have to be a servant and do chores or shows like the others. You won't have to wear that ridiculous uniform, though I will miss seeing you in it. Any entertainment or luxury you want, you only need ask for it and it’s yours. I can give you the world, give you anything you’ve ever wanted. 

N: Oh yeah, how about my freedom? You’re presenting this as if I’d be your equal but I’d still be your fucked up slave just in a nicer prison. So why don’t you cut this romantic bullshit act and just get straight to it?

R: Fair enough. You’re smart so you no doubt figured it out already but here it is. I brought you here to fuck you, whenever I want, however I want. And I want to fuck you in every way imaginable. Understand, you’re mine now to do with as I wish. (Nan nods as if this is obvious information.)

N: Can I just ask, why me? The others pissed you off in some way so I can kinda see why you’d bring them here. But.. I always treated you well didn’t I? What could I possibly have done to make you hate me so much that you would turn me into a sex slave and damn me to this terrible life forever? 

R: You’re right, it’s not fair to you and truly you didn’t do anything to deserve this, you’ve always been nothing but kind to me. But unfortunately, I’m a selfish man and from the moment you started working at the company, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I knew you had to be mine. 

N: So, let me get this straight. Since I’m the only person in here you actually like, you’re going to rape me every day, taking away all my autonomy over my own mind and body. Which I would say is far worse than what you do to the others, who you specifically brought here to punish. Have I got that right? 

R: Ah you see. This, this is why I like you. It's not just that you were nice, or a pretty face, you’re incredibly clever. Not nearly as clever as me, but definitely the smartest other person I’ve ever met. Not to mention your confidence. (He stands and walks around the table toward her, she tenses up as he gets closer.) You make good points. (He steps behind her and moves her hair behind her shoulder. She flinches from his touch. He starts to stroke her neck as if he hadn’t even noticed while continuing on.) I’ve already admitted it’s not fair to you, but this really can be a good life for you if you don’t fight me. I feel we may be more similar than you care to admit. 

N: (Scoffs.) I don’t think so. I’m not anything like you.

R: Is that so? Because I’ve been watching you at work. (Sits in the chair next to her.) I can tell it bothers you when Walton orders you around. And I notice the looks you give when you’re ignored in the meetings or when someone talks down to you. You’re the smartest person there yet none of them give a shit what you have to say and I think that just boils your blood. There are these little flashes you get behind your eyes, like you’re plotting all the ways you could tear someone apart. (She looks up at him and he smiles.) You’re doing it right now aren’t you?

N: As a matter of fact.

R: Come on, it would feel good to have a little bit of power eh? You can do whatever you want in here, including anything you want to anyone in here. Get a little pay back on them?

N: I may get annoyed with misogynistic assholes, (she stares at him pointedly.) that’s true. Though since, unlike you, I’m not a sadist, the thought of torturing people in here doesn’t sound fun to me. 

R: Not sure if I quite believe you. Though regardless, our interests still align in other ways. 

N: Like what? 

R: We both like our sex rough. 

N: What? I don’t know what made you think that but I don’t. I’m boringly vanilla I’m afraid.

R: Nah, I can just see it in your eyes. You’re a dirty girl. Beyond that, I did my research on you. I’m a pretty adept hacker and I got into your phone and looked through all your accounts and photos the first day I met you. I wasn’t expecting much since you seemed so shy but some of those pictures you took of yourself, whew, did they surprise me. (She looks away and blushes knowing the pictures of her that are on there.) You know you’re cute when you blush. (He pinches her cheek and she jerks away. He smirks and continues.) I also hacked your laptop. Fun fact, did you know there is a way to access someone’s old history, even from private windows? (She looks at him, thinking of all the bondage and other extreme videos she’s watched and what ideas it might give him.) That’s right. Not easy to do, you know, unless you’re me. Let me say I was even more shocked when I saw what you had been watching. I mean, I thought I was into hardcore stuff but some of the things you’ve seen put me to shame. Full disclosure: I also put up a couple cameras in your house and went through your things. 

N: You did what? 

R: I saw every time you touched yourself. Which was a considerable amount in just a week. Often using one of the fun toys from the box I found under your bed. An impressive collection by the way. (She looks up mortified thinking of the box with several dildos and different types of vibrators. Along with nipple clamps, handcuffs, a paddle and even a vibrating butt plug. Which thankfully she hadn’t used that week, but she realizes the real her might have since she’s been in here. She wonders what else the real her has done on the outside that he’s seen by now.) And I saw that time you had mediocre sex with a man confined to the rules of being human. It was never sweet though. I can tell you want someone to fuck you like they want to destroy you and consume every part of you at the same time. (She’s been briefly looking up at him as he speaks but mostly down and away. Now he grabs her chin and makes her look up at him. She tries to jerk her head away but his hold is too strong.) Well I can fuck you like that. I can fuck you any way you want and keep you begging for more. And I can go as long as you want. Stamina is not an issue in here. Tell me you’re not the slightest bit interested. (She jerks her head away again and he lets her.)

N: I can’t believe you hacked my stuff and have been spying on me. 

R: No need to be ashamed. You never have to be ashamed about anything anymore. You can own wanting to have every depraved thing done to you, and I’m happy to oblige. 

N: I never asked you to and just because I’ve watched those types of videos doesn’t mean I’m remotely interested in something like that happening to me in real life. Especially with you, so, no. I'm not even the slightest bit interested.

R: Mmm. (He stands and walks behind her before sliding his hands over her shoulders.) I programmed your body to react how it normally would when you’re aroused. So let’s see if your body agrees with you. (He snaps and a holographic screen appears before them in midair. It has a profile of Nan. The top shows her name, status (maid), picture and a word or phrase that describes what she’s currently feeling most (hatred). Below that are bars from 0-100 that show the current level of each emotion she is feeling. There is also a bar for pain, pleasure and arousal.)

N: What the hell is this? 

R: Your character stats. You can’t lie to me here, because I can always check how you’re feeling. For instance the main thing you’re feeling right now is hatred. Ouch, that hurts. Still it’s exactly as I predicted. As is this. You’re not only nervous but also excited right now. However, what’s more telling is your arousal level is almost to the middle, which means I am most certainly turning you on right now. 

N: This is bullshit. 

R: Oh is it? (He suddenly grabs her throat and keeps her back steady against the chair as he reaches his hand down though the slit of her dress and under her panties. He slides two fingers over her folds before he slips them inside without hesitation. She gasps and feels a little more sensitive to that act than usual. Her arousal level rises slightly on the screen, betraying her along with the fact she’s wet. He pulls his fingers out and looks at them, covered in her slick.) Is this also bullshit? If you’re not remotely interested then why are you so wet for me right now? (She doesn’t answer. He laughs before moving in front of her and sitting again before sucking his fingers clean while staring at her. Then snaps and the stats disappear.) I won’t lie. What I’m going to do to you, it will be a lot, but you can take it. I’ll always make sure the experience is pleasurable for you too. (She scowls and slowly shakes her head but doesn't bother saying anything because she knows nothing will change his mind.) I know it’s a lot to take in so I’m not going to sleep with you tonight. I’ll let you come to terms with it and we will start tomorrow evening. (She sighs a little relieved he won’t be touching her tonight, but already starts to think of what he’s going to do to her tomorrow and after. He moves to stand in front of her by the table.) Just a few things before I let you go tonight. I want to make sure that you followed my orders, so I’m going to need to see your lingerie. (Before she realizes it he pulls her up from her chair and holds her against his body, her back to his front. He moves her hair to the side then holds her waist with one hand, the other squeezing her upper thigh while kissing her neck. He moves his hands and undoes the zipper on the back of the dress. Kissing each shoulder as he slides the straps off them and the dress falls to the floor, revealing her red lingerie set.) Excellent. (She quickly moves her arms to cover herself. Roman grabs her arms and puts them back to her sides.) Un-uh, keep your arms at your sides. (He lets go and walks in front of her, trailing one hand against her back and waist as he goes. He looks her up and down with a hungry look on his face, almost concerningly so. She instinctively starts to move her hands to cover herself again, but he grabs her arms and moves them to her sides, holding her wrists and standing with his face very close to hers.) Next time you do that I’m going to attach your hands to your legs and leave you that way the whole next day. (He lets go and steps back looking at her intensely again. He then starts to walk around her taking her in from all angles. She resists with everything not to move her hands back up. He makes his way back in front of her.) You look even better than I imagined. (He holds her waist and steps close.) Now, give me a nice, long good night kiss and you’re free to go. (He moves his thumb over her bottom lip.) You know I’m actually kind of glad you refused me that first night. Our first kiss really should be a private affair and honestly, you slapping me made me discover something about myself. I didn’t know how much I would enjoy that. 

N: I can slap you again now. 

R: Mmm. Maybe later. Right now, all I want is a kiss, but a real one. Kiss me like you mean it. Oh and uh, make sure there's tongue. (Her protest is cut off by him crushing his mouth against hers. He immediately starts attacking her tongue with his. One hand painfully curled in her hair, the other on the small of her back pressing her flat against him. She can feel him getting semi-hard against her. He continues the kiss as his hands roam. One now holding her throat, the other reaching down the back of her leg and squeezing her ass as he moves it back up. He gives her a few more sensual pecks before pulling away.) That was perfect, well done Nanette. (Roman crouches down and grabs her dress and pulls it back up over her. Then moves behind her and re-zips it before smoothing his hands over her shoulders and kissing her neck one more time.) Alright, that’ll do it for tonight sweetheart, you may go. (She starts to leave.) Wait. (She stops.) Leave me your panties. I want something to remember this night by. (She looks at him like she’s going to protest then scoffs and reaches down through the slit of her dress and slides her panties off. He holds his hands out for them but she takes them and throws them at his feet.) 

R: (He only laughs.) You sure are a firecracker. You’re really going to keep me on my toes, huh? (He picks them up and sniffs them.) 

N: Now can I go?

R: You can go. Until tomorrow, my lovely Nanette. 

(Section 1 Part 5) - Escape Attempt 1 + Real World

NAN’S IDEAS: In the Real World - (Monday Morning)

(Nan knocks on Roman’s door.)

R: Nanette. To what do I owe the pleasure?

N: Uh, it's just Nan. And I had some thoughts on how to improve the game. I think I’ve come up with some things that can make the game run smoother and increase quality. I’ve written them down here if you want to take a look. (She hands him the papers, he sets them aside.)

R: Thanks. I’ll look through these and get back to you. Oh and get me a coffee would you? 

N: Oh, yeah sure. No problem. (She goes and brings back a coffee.) Here you go sir. (His eyes flick up to meet hers, an unreadable expression on his face but something about it made Nan squirm inside.)

R: Thank you, Nan. 

N: You’re welcome. (He looks back to his screen and she leaves.)

PLAN TO ESCAPE: In the Game - (Monday Morning)

(She wakes up the morning after dinner. Her maids' uniforms have been replaced with a closet of fancy dresses. Not old fashioned, just expensive looking, tasteful but sexy modern dresses. There is now a big bookshelf, tv with video games and a table full of food in her room. There's another wrapped box on the edge of her bed with a note that says, “For tonight” on it. She looks and there is another dress and set of lingerie. She puts on the least revealing dress she can find then goes to meet the others.)

Shania: Hey. Are you ok? 

N: Fine. 

Shania: Do you want to talk about it? 

N: He told me he brought me here to be his queen, saying there would be perks and all this other bullshit.

Eleana: Really? What perks? (They all look at her.) Sorry. 

N: Then he admitted that it was just so he can fuck me. 

Shania: That bastard. Did he hurt you?

N: He gave me the night to “wrap my head around it”. So other than a goodnight kiss he barely touched me. He made it clear we’ll start tonight though and then continue every day after that. We have to find a way to get out of here. 

Walton: You think we haven’t tried everything? 

N: No, there has to be a way. 

Walton: There isn’t. And he will make you pay for even trying. 

N: Does this place have a main computer console or anything like that?

Walton: Yeah in Roman’s room, but you need royalty status to get in. We broke in once but it took Kabir a week to figure out a way in. Besides, we've already tried to get into the computer, it’s impossible. (They arrive at the room. She places her hand on the door and it opens.)

Kabir: How did you do that?

N: I’ve been upgraded to royalty status remember? (She starts to go in.)

Walton: I still wouldn’t go in there. If he finds out he’ll be furious. (She goes into his room anyway and the rest follow. She finds the computer, sits and starts typing.) Please, it’s not worth what he’ll do to you!

N: Well I’m not afraid of him. 

Walton: You should be. He’s a sadistic motherfucker and he’ll do things you wouldn’t think possible. The real me pissed him off at work one day so he made a clone of my son, Timmy. He’s a good boy, he’s only 6 years old. Roman let us reunite. Then he took him and threw him over the castle wall into the moat. He made me watch as he struggled, crying out to me to save him, before his little arms couldn’t keep him up anymore and he drowned.

N: That’s awful, I’m so sorry he did that to you. But I still think we need to keep trying. 

Walton: You don’t understand. He still has Timmy’s DNA, all of our DNA and he can get it from any other person too. He can keep bringing endless copies of Timmy into here, or any of our loved ones, over and over again. He can also just make another copy of any of us. So what’s the point?

N: I get wanting to give up. But I think you would feel differently about continuing to try if you were the one Roman was going to be fucking every day. (She continues typing.) Besides, no offense, but before you didn’t have me here. I’m kind of a genius. I just need to find a way to access the internet. Then I can get a message to myself on the outside and she, I, whatever, can help us. And I’m in! (Various cheers and echoes of no way are heard.) Ok sending myself a message, and done. Hopefully this works.

ROMAN FINDS OUT: In the Real World - (Monday Afternoon)

N: Excuse me, Mr. Godfrey?

R: I haven’t had a chance to look over your notes yet.

N: No, I was just wondering, did you send me an email? I got this really weird message about people being trapped in the game and your name is mentioned. 

R: Can I see that? (She shows him.)

N: Any idea what it means? 

R: I have no idea. Must be some kind of prank or something. I would just delete it and not think anything of it. 

N: You got it.

R: Now, if you’ll excuse me I have a lunch meeting I need to get. Or was there something else?

N: No, that's it, thanks. 

R: Anytime. (He leaves.)

CONFRONTATION: In the Game - (Monday Afternoon)

(Around 3pm the lights and sound start to go off.)

Kabir: It’s too early. 

N: We did it! It’s me or the police or… (Roman appears in the middle of the room and Nan flattens herself against a column. The rest line up.) 

R: Good afternoon my loyal subjects. I know I don’t usually come in at this time. I just thought I would pop in to punish you all for trying to fuck things up for me. 

N: (Rushing forward.) I did it, I did it! No one else was involved. It was just me. 

R: I thought we came to an understanding last night. 

N: Well you did. Then I decided I’m not doing it. 

R: (Scoffs.) You still think you have a choice? Do I need to teach you another lesson about obedience?

N: I’ve thought about it and if I’m going to spend eternity being tortured anyway, I’d rather just take the pain than the indignity of sleeping with you. (Various gasps are made from the group. He grabs her wrist and squeezes hard, digging his finger nails in.)

R: While I’m certain I could cause you such pain you would live to regret those words, I have a better idea on how to truly teach you to do as you’re told. (He snaps his fingers and she closes her eyes and flinches in anticipation but nothing happens. Suddenly, Shania screams and drops to the floor, starting to develop bumps and rashes all over her body.)

N: No! (She pulls her wrist away then goes to her and drops to her side. He slowly follows.) What are you doing to her? 

R: I just gave her a variety of diseases. Mainly the black plague. (Her body is now covered in terrible looking rashes and bumps, and she is wheezing heavily and coughing up blood. Nan looks horrified.)

R: You know what makes me happy? The look on your face right now. 

N: Oh my god, stop this, please! 

R: I know, it’s terrible isn’t it? She must be in complete agony. 

N: It should be me not her you’re doing this to.

R: The point is to teach you a lesson. Besides, I don’t want to fuck you looking like that. She’s a horrid sight.

N: Fine, you win, ok? I give up, I’ll be yours, just please make it stop.

R: No, no. That’s not how this works. You betrayed me so you must suffer the consequences of that decision. Shaina can spend a month like this for your poor choices. However, you will still be mine and you will be coming with me tonight. If you disobey me again it will be one of your other friends who will pay the price.

N: No, please. I promise I’ll behave. I’m begging you, just make it stop. 

R: Enough. (He pulls her up from the floor by her arm.) My strong sense is begging is not what your mouth does best. (He slides his thumb down the middle of her bottom lip, making them part for a moment. He looks to the guards.) Now take that thing to the dungeon, so I don’t have to look at it anymore. (The guards drag Shania away.) And my lovely Nanette, I will see you this evening. (He slides his hand down her arm to her hand and kisses it.) Exit game. (Nan drops back to the floor and cries.) 

ROMAN ASKS NAN OUT: In the Real World - (Monday Evening)

R: Nan, can you come into my office please? (She does.)

N: Yes?

R: You know, it was very daring of you to give me a report telling me everything you think is wrong with my game. 

N: Oh I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean it like that. You know I think the game is great, I was just trying to be helpful that’s all. 

R: I looked through your suggestions. They are helpful. They all seem like great ideas, I really think you’re onto something here. 

N: Thanks. 

R: What do you say to continuing to talk about this over dinner on Friday? I’d love to hear more about your ideas.

N: Oh… Um..

R: I wanted to talk about your game too. I’ve been thinking that it could be Godfrey Games' next big thing. 

N: Really? Wow, thank you, that’s incredible but I don’t know if dinner is the best idea. 

R: Why not? 

N: I try to leave work at work and not mix it with my personal life. 

R: Well this would be a work related dinner. It’s the only time I have available to go over this for a while and I have to eat so it’s that or these go on the back burner for some time. 

N: Well…

R: Come on, what’s the harm? There’s a great steak house close by. I’ll take you there after work on Friday. You can tell me all about your ideas and your game.

N: Yeah, uh, alright. Just to talk about the games.

R: Absolutely. 

N: Ok. Well dinner it is then. 

R: Fantastic. I look forward to it. Now I have to get back to work, shut the door behind you please. 

N: Sure thing, see yeah. 

Full Story Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, NON-CON (the word rape is  used a few times), Dub-Con, bondage, violence, bdsm themes, sex slave, obsession, stalking+non-con recording, piv sex, mentions of anal, spanking, fingering, oral both m and f receiving + forced swallowing, sex toys, over-stimulation, emotional manipulation, torture, blood, body control (in the game her erogenous zones are overly sensitive and she is unable to touch herself), probably more? *Warnings next to most graphic parts though warnings could apply to any part.

FOREPLAY: In the Game - (Monday Night) *Warnings

(Nan has put on the new dress and lingerie. She heads to the throne room.)

Walton: Hey, you ok? (She doesn’t answer.) Right. (The lights and sound change as Roman appears. Evening majesty is heard. Nan just stands there.) 

R: Good evening all. Nanette, you look beautiful. (He extends his hand to her. She steps forward and takes it.) 

N: (Tonelessly.) Thank you, your majesty. 

R: Please, from now on, call me Roman. And everyone else, Nanette is now our queen. So going forward you will address her as your majesty, and treat her with the same respect you do me. Understood? (They chorus yes your majesty.) Good. Shall we go?

N: Whatever you want. 

R: Right this way. (They start walking, his hand on her lower back. They are now in the hallway.)

N: How many women have you made love to in the real world Roman?

R: Don’t worry. I’m experienced if that’s what you’re wondering. 

N: I wasn’t. I was just thinking if you could get laid in real life then you wouldn't be so pent up and you wouldn’t have to make yourself a fake girlfriend to fuck. 

R: You really like pushing my buttons don't you?

N: Somebody has to. 

R: Mmm, you have a smart mouth. I'm going to have to find a way to correct that. There will just have to be another little punishment for your snarky attitude later tonight, won’t there? But don’t worry, you can bear this one yourself. 

N: I think you like it when I taunt you. 

R: So you’re flirting with me?

N: No.. I just.. Uh.. Nevermind. 

R: Well to answer your question, I can actually get laid in the real world whenever I want. I’m attractive and rich so it’s honestly pretty easy. In fact, I’m working on courting you in the real world right now.

N: You’re not.

R: I am. Believe it or not she just said yes to a date and I think I’ll get her to sleep with me soon too. What I can’t do in the real world is force Nanette to be my sex slave, keep her forever, and make her do literally anything I want her to do. (He looks her up and down as if picturing the many things he wants to do to her.) That’s where having a fake girlfriend to fuck comes in handy. (They arrive at his room.) After you my dear. (They walk in, he shuts the doors then stands behind her with his hands on her hips and starts kissing her neck. Then he moves in front of her and kisses her a few times before he steps back and stares.) Fuck, I’ve been waiting to do this for so long. 

N: Yeah an astounding full week. (He chuckles then looks her over a moment longer.) Take off your dress. (She undoes the zipper on the side of the dress, then pulls it off over her head.) Whew, you look even better today than you did yesterday. He circles her as he takes off his shirt. He is perfectly muscled, she wonders if he gave himself an upgrade or if he really did look like that in the real world. He lands back in front of her and kisses her.) I’m certain you would look even better absolutely naked. (He continues kissing her as he reaches behind her and undoes her bra and slips it off her shoulders and onto the ground. He pulls back for a moment, looking at her. She goes to cover her arms over herself again. He grabs them and pushes them back down.) Uh-uh-uh. Arms down, remember? (He looks her over appreciatively a little longer then returns to kissing her while holding her breasts and playing with and pinching her nipples. Her nipples hardening at the touch and sending pleasure down her body. He kisses down her neck and chest then takes one nipple in his mouth and sucks on it. His tongues licking over the sensitive bud. Then he does the same with the other. He kisses back up her neck and mouth a few more times before moving behind her. He kisses her neck and massages her breasts again before moving his hands down and slipping off her panties. He strokes over her folds a few times before moving in front of her again and looking her up and down.) You see, I knew it. You’re more stunning than anything like this. (He kisses her again and moves with her til she’s against the edge of a table and he lifts her up onto it. He spreads her legs and steps between them. He runs his finger through her folds a few times and circles her clit before slipping two fingers inside. He starts fingering her. A mixture of thrusting and curling his fingers inside her, his thumb circling her clit. She feels overly sensitive and the slightest movement sends pleasure pulsing throughout her body.)

N: Woah. (She says involuntarily reacting to the unexpected intensity.)

R: Something the matter sweetheart? (He curls his fingers a few times while kissing her neck, then trusts them in and out again, starting a steady pace. A ripple of intense pleasure shoots through her. It feels way more intense than fingering ever has, especially this early on. She can’t help but gasp and clutch his arm, now knowing something was different.)

N: What the fuck did you do me? 

R: Do you feel sensitive? (She wants to deny it but he curls his fingers up and she inhales sharply, giving her away.) I may have altered your code to make your body more sensitive and more prone to pleasure. Especially in your erogenous zones. Glad to know you can feel it. 

N: I mean... barely. (She regrets saying it as he flashes a smile like he’s accepting a challenge.)

R: We’ll see about that. I’ll bet I can make you scream. (He drops to his knees and continues fingering her while putting his mouth over her clit as his other hand pushes her down so her back is fully against the table. Then goes back to groping and toying with her nipples. She tries not to but she makes several gasps and clutches the edge of the table from the electricity pulsing from her core.)

N: Fuck it’s too much. Stop. Please.

R: I’ll stop once you’re shaking and screaming. (He continues, picking up the pace. She feels herself unravel at his relentless movements. Unable to fight it anymore, she feels herself leading to an orgasm.) That’s a good girl, give it to me. (She lets go and makes an embarrassing choked sustained groan as her legs do start to shake. He continues finger fucking her through it and licking at her clit til her body stills.) Mmm. Not quite a scream but that’ll do especially since you were definitely shaking. (He cradles her head and pulls her back up and kisses her, then her neck.) See, I told you I’d make it pleasurable for you. (He kisses her neck a few more times.) My apologies but this next part is going to be a little more unpleasant. (He lifts her from the table and spins with her to change spots. So he is now against the table with Nan standing in front of him.) For you. (He puts his hands on her shoulders and pushes her to her knees then starts undoing the button on his pants.)

N: Yeah, I knew this was coming but just please be careful ok? I.. I have a really sensitive gag reflex. (She ruefully admits, not wanting to end up puking.) 

R: Do you? (He shoves his three middle fingers into her mouth as far as they can go. She braces for the reaction but it doesn’t come. He starts trusting them in and out of her mouth and nothing.) In addition to enhancing your pleasure centers, I removed your gag reflex. (He pulls out his fingers and she catches her breath.)

N: (Scoffing.) Of course you did. 

R: (He chuckles.) I also made you incredibly flexible, but we’ll explore that another time. (He drops and kicks off his pants and boxers. Nan looks at his perfect looking penis, she guesses it's another fake alteration for the game as well, then looks away as he starts stroking it in his hand. The other hand lands on her chin, his thumb stroking her lower lip.) Now open wide. (She reluctantly opens her mouth a small amount. He grabs her cheeks hard, parting her mouth further and thrusts his cock in all the way. He leans against the table and wraps his hands in her hair, guiding her movements. He keeps moving her mouth back and forth, his member impossibly deep into her throat. Though she doesn’t have a gag reflex, tears well up in her eyes as she tries to focus on breathing through her nose and not choking on him. He groans.) Ah, there you go. Yeah, just like that. That’s a good girl. (Angered by that and not thinking straight, she bites down on his dick. Not very hard but enough to make him grunt and pull out. She holds his gaze as he looks at her, his face stern before morphing into a devious smile.) I’m going to make you wish you hadn’t done that.

Full Story Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, NON-CON (the word rape is  used a few times), Dub-Con, bondage, violence, bdsm themes, sex slave, obsession, stalking+non-con recording, piv sex, mentions of anal, spanking, fingering, oral both m and f receiving + forced swallowing, sex toys, over-stimulation, emotional manipulation, torture, blood, body control (in the game her erogenous zones are overly sensitive and she is unable to touch herself), probably more? *Warnings next to most graphic parts though warnings could apply to any part.

FIRST TIME: In the Game - (Monday Night) *Warnings

(Nan has just bitten down lightly on Romans dick while giving him head. She holds his gaze as he looks at her, his face stern before morphing into a devious smile.)

R: I’m going to make you wish you hadn’t done that. (He grabs her up from the floor and wraps his arms around her back and waist, trapping her, while taking her nipple into his mouth. He only sucks it for a moment before painfully biting down on it. She tries to pull away but he holds her in place. His teeth pulling her nipple outward, grinding it back and forth ending it with a hard painful bite that makes her yelp. He pulls away and they both look down to see her nipple slightly bleeding. She looks at him in disbelief and he looks at her pleased, admiring his handy work. Then he grabs her arm and pulls her close.) If you do that again, I’ll rip your nipple completely off with my teeth. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a new one. But you’ll fucking feel it. Just like you’ll feel this. (He pulls her forward into the table and pushes her to bend over it. He has one hand on her back, keeping her in place, the other starts to roam over her ass. Giving it a few squeezes.) Naughty girls who misbehave must face the consequences of their actions. (His hand smacks into her ass. Then he starts spanking her in a fast, steady pace. Alternating between cheeks and stopping occasionally to massage her ass. He continues for several minutes. Other than occasional quiet grunts and labored breathing she doesn’t make any sound. It wasn’t the pain, it was the rage that made her boil over. Yet somehow the anger only made the whole thing hotter and she was definitely getting wet again, more with each strike. Which only angered her even more, creating a vicious cycle of desire and fury. He slams his hand down again before moving it to stroke her pussy.) Well look at that. I may have to find a more suitable punishment in the future because you are clearly enjoying this. I do very much like seeing your ass this shade of red and covered in impressions of my hand prints though. So maybe I just have to make it more painful for it to be a proper punishment. (He continues harder. Enough that it was becoming quite painful. On one particularly hard slap she lets out a yelp. He slaps her very hard four more times and she shouts after each hit.) Ah, there we are. (He massages her ass.) That’s what I was waiting for. (He pulls her up and turns her toward him and gives her a soft kiss.) Now get back on your knees. (She seethes for a moment then does. He grabs her hair again.) And look at me as you suck me off. (He slips his thumb in her mouth but quickly replaces it with his cock and starts again. She looks away.) Hey, eyes up here. (She flicks her eyes up and keeps eye contact with him, tears welling in her eyes again.) There we go. Unh, god you look so fucking beautiful like this. (He continues until he’s about to come.) That’s it baby. That’s.. (He groans into his climax, his cock still deep in her throat, giving her no choice but to swallow it down. He groans watching her gulp on him. He finishes coming, and pauses a moment stroking her hair before pulling out of her mouth. She leans forward to spit out the rest of his cum. He crouches down and puts his hand over her mouth, leaning her back up.) Uh-uh. Fucking swallow it. (She swallows the rest down. He removes his hand holding her bottom lip open with his thumb.) I knew begging wasn't what your mouth did best. (He puts his arm around her waist and stands, bringing her up with him before draping her over his shoulder and walking to the bed.)

N: Hey! 

R: Shut up. (He smacks her ass before tossing her onto the bed and climbing on top of her. He kisses her and pins her arms over her head. He grabs one of the cuffs attached to the headboard and closes it around her wrist. She looks up at it, only slightly surprised. He locks in the other wrist then kisses from her neck down to her stomach before standing and pulling her by the legs further down the bed, putting her on full display. Then he goes and pours himself a glass of wine. Sipping it as he walks around the bed, examining her from different angels.) 

N: Can I get some of that? 

R: Sure. (He goes to her and tips the glass to her lips, giving her a small drink, then wipes her lip.) Good?

N: Yeah, thanks. I had this awful taste in my mouth. 

R: (Scoffs.) Here, have some more. (He tips the cup into her mouth, only a little at first then continues, starting to pour the whole cup into her mouth faster than she can swallow it, causing it to dribble out of her mouth all over her chest and stomach.) Tsk-tsk-tsk. Look at the fucking mess you’ve made. It’s not usually my job to clean things up but I’ll make an exception for you. (He sets the glass aside then starts licking the wine off her. From her stomach to her neck. Over her breasts. Lapping over the skin with his tongue then sucking in on various spots. He continues til he gets all the wine off.) There, much better. (He kisses her as he starts rubbing circles over her clit again and she contains a moan.) I think you’re enjoying this.

N: Just because you’ve programmed my body to react a certain way to being touched doesn’t mean I’m actually enjoying this.

R: If you really didn’t want this, you would be crying and protesting. 

N: The thing is, I feel like you would like that more. You want me to cry and scream and beg, don’t you? You get off on it. So I’m not going to give you the satisfaction. 

R: Whatever you have to tell yourself, sweetheart. You’ll still be crying, screaming and begging when I’m through with you though. (He slides his cock over her folds a few times, before slipping it in and holding her leg up toward her chest. She gasps as he slowly bottoms out. He begins to move, slower thrusts at first but quickly picking up speed as the resistance lessens. She looks away but he grabs her chin and pulls it forward.) Look at me. (She reluctantly looks up at him as he increases his speed, making her gasp. He chuckles at the sound. He keeps fucking her like that for a while. Looking dead in her eyes when he’s not kissing her mouth or her neck. A while later he undoes her wrists and flips her over, pulling her up onto all fours. He stokes her back before putting it in again. He starts fast this time, barrelling into her, gripping her hips painfully tight. He slides one hand up her back and around her throat, holding her head up and choking her slightly. He continues alternating squeezes between slightly or fully cutting off air. Then he moves his hand to the back of her head and wraps it her hair before yanking her head back even more and thrusts into her a few more times. He then pushes her head down into the mattress and spreads her legs wider with his knee before continuing even harder. He takes one hand and starts playing with her clit again.) I can feel that you’re close. Come on, just let it go. (With him grazing against her g-spot and his fingers still working her clit, she does. She whimpers and shakes as he fucks her through it.) Good girl. (He flips her back over and kisses her, then sits up, giving her a moment to let her catch her breath as he strokes his cock a few times. She knows she can’t leave this world and decides to play the game to try to beat him. She figures the best thing now is to make him see her as an equal as much as possible and keep him guessing. She takes her opportunity, sits up and pushes him down and straddles over him. He chuckles.) 

R: Well, I wasn’t expecting this. 

N: Not used to a powerful woman being on top?

R: On the contrary. I love to see a strong woman take charge. Just wouldn’t have thought you would want to in this situation. (She guides him into her and starts slowly grinding.) Yeah, well, I’m full of surprises. (She picks up the tempo. His hands on her hips, sometimes roaming to her breasts. Then he grabs her head and pulls her down into a kiss. He wraps his arms around her back and quickly thrusts up into her for a minute. He slows and releases her arms. She sits back up and wraps her hands around his neck and chokes him while picking up speed. He groans as he comes inside her. She exhales and rolls off him.)

R: That was amazing. 

N: Uh-huh. 

R: Come here. (He pulls her up into him, one hand around her shoulders, the other landing to softly stroke her hair.)

N: Ugh, you really want to fucking cuddle? I never liked this part. 

R: A down to business kind of girl, huh? 

N: Basically. 

R: (Laughs.) Do you want a cigarette?

N: Can you make it a joint?

R: You got it. (He snaps his fingers and two lit joints appear in his hands. He hands one over to her.) My lady. 

N: Thanks. (They both take a few long puffs.) I can’t get pregnant in here can I?

R: Not unless I want you to.

N: And um, do you? 

R: Nah. Pregnant women and babies don’t do it for me. 

N: Oh thank god.

R: What, you don’t want to carry our little baby in there? (He slides his hand over her stomach then squeezes.) My genes not good enough for you?

N: First of all, it’s wouldn’t be genes, it would just be fucking code. And second, I just never want to get pregnant at all. Nothing about it or being a mother sounds fun to me. 

R: Relax, I’m only teasing. You don’t have to worry about that. (They smoke some more.)

N: What I’ve really been wondering is how you copied our consciousness into here. It’s been bothering me that I can’t figure it out. 

R: I’ll reveal my secrets another day but I actually have to get going now. (He shifts her off him and stands. She can’t help but acknowledge how physically attractive he is naked. He goes and grabs her dress, then her panties. He lays the dress on the bed by her, she expects him to do the same with the panties but he pockets them.) Until tomorrow night, my lovely Nanette. (He kisses her on the head.) Exit game. 

Full Story Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, NON-CON (the word rape is  used a few times), Dub-Con, bondage, violence, bdsm themes, sex slave, obsession, stalking+non-con recording, piv sex, mentions of anal, spanking, fingering, oral both m and f receiving + forced swallowing, sex toys, over-stimulation, emotional manipulation, torture, blood, body control (in the game her erogenous zones are overly sensitive and she is unable to touch herself), probably more? *Warnings next to most graphic parts though warnings could apply to any part.

NAN’S NEW LIFE: In the Game - (Tuesday Morning)

(She wakes up from a dream about Roman annoyingly horny. She pushes the covers off and see’s she’s wearing a new set of lingerie. She pushes that aside and goes to touch herself, but once her hand gets within a couple inches of her vagina, it’s stopped as if there is a hand grabbing her wrist and holding it back.)

N: What the fuck? (She tries from a different angle, same thing. She realizes she can’t touch herself. It must be something Roman had programmed somehow.) No fucking way. (She tries to rub her legs against it, same thing.) Ugh! (He obviously wanted her this way. Overly horny with no way for release except him. How annoying, even more annoying that she got more wet at the thought. She can’t even touch her panties. Meaning she can’t pull them up to rub against her and give her some relief. She also can’t change them, meaning he will know exactly how wet she is by the end of the day. She groans in annoyance and anger then looks in the mirror. She sees she's covered in multiple bruises and hickeys from last night. Even some fingernail marks are still present. Plus her ass is red and bruised.) Jesus. (She goes through her day trying not to think about it. She spends her time reading, helping the others with chores, etc..)

NIGHT AS A QUEEN: In the Game - (Tuesday Evening)

R: Good evening, Nanette. 

N: Yeah hey. 

R: Tsk-tsk-tsk. That’s not a very nice greeting. Aren’t you happy to see me?

N: (Putting on a fake smile.) Of course. Happier than I’ve been in my whole fucking life. 

R: That’s the spirit. Come sit with me. (He takes her hand and they go up the stairs.) Drinks. (Eleana starts fixing their drinks. They get to the top where the throne is but there is now a second throne next to it.) My lady. (Holding her hand as she sits. She flinches slightly as she does due to her bruised ass, making him smile.)

N: Wow, my own throne. Lucky me. 

R: If you’d prefer to sit on my lap instead we can do that. 

N: No, it’s great. Thanks. 

R: You’re very welcome. (Eleana comes up and gives them their drinks and leaves.)

N: I’ve made a list of things I want. You said I could request anything so I’m taking you up on that. (She hands him a scroll.)

R: Let’s have a look. Favorite books, games, foods… You want a dog?

N: Uh-huh. A lab. But the most important thing is my necklace. I wear it everyday, it has sentimental value and I want it back.

R: Well now I'm intrigued. What’s the story behind the necklace?

N: Missed that one when you were digging around through my life?

R: If you can’t tell me it must not be that important. So maybe you don’t need your necklace after all.

N: If you must know, it was a gift from my mom. The last thing she gave to me before she passed away from cancer 4 years ago. Happy now?

R: I’m very sorry to hear that. I lost my own mother recently due to illness as well and it’s been tough getting through, and she and I weren’t even on good terms. Of course, I’ll get you your necklace and the rest of your list too. Including your lab. Will that make my queen happy?

N: Yes, thank you. 

R: Anything for you love. (He kisses her hand then strokes his hand over the bruises on her arm.) Fuck, I really did a number on you, huh? Sorry about that. (He kisses one of the bruises then stokes his thumb over it.)

N: Hah. No you’re not. I do have a question though. Since I’m not even real, why do I still bruise and shit? (She looks over her arms.)

R: Because Nanette. I want to see every beautiful mark I leave on you. And they’ll be constant  reminders to you of who you belong to. You may have also noticed you can’t touch yourself. I’ll be controlling your pleasure from now on. It’ll be up to me for you to wait as long as I want you to, or to come as much as I want you to. 

N: You got it boss. (She takes a drink.)

R: Hah. You’re so much bolder in here than in the real world. I’ve got to work on bringing that out in the real you. 

N: And you’re so much nicer in the real world. I would say I’ve got to work on bringing that out in you, but since it’s really all just an act, right, what’s the point? You’re just as big of an asshole out there as you are in here. 

R: I think you like that I’m an asshole. That I’m obsessive, mean, commanding. You get off on it. I know you enjoyed yourself last night but you don’t want to admit it. I think you want to go down this rabbit hole with me to find out just how much you can take. I see through your good girl act and I know how much you want to be bad. Dangerous. You just need someone to give you permission. Consider this me giving you permission and you can keep your moral superiority complex by pretending you don’t want this too. 

N: I’ll take that over the complexes you’ve got. God and narcissist are the first that come to mind. 

R: Well I am a god here and I’m basically one in the real world too, so. 

N: See, you just proved both my claims with one sentence. 

R: (He laughs.) Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?

N: Whatever you say boss. (She takes a drink.)

R: (Lightly scoffs.) What is this with you calling me boss?

N: Well that’s what you are, aren’t you?

R: I would hope you would think of me as your partner. (She snorts with laughter, almost spitting out some of her drink.) 

N: Right. Well, somehow I’m not feeling that connected to you even after our oh so loving night together yesterday. 

R: (Now he chuckles, almost spitting out his drink.) You’re wit is always a surprise. 

N: That’s how I roll boss.

R: I do enjoy your humor but this laid back schtick is getting old. Speak to me properly and call me Roman, or you can call me sir. You called me sir at the office yesterday and I rather liked how it sounded coming out of your pretty mouth. 

N: (Overly correcting and talking structured and almost robotic.) I am sorry Roman. From now on I will only address you with the utmost seriousness and appropriate demeanor. For I am not a real person and merely a doll for you to structure the way you like. So going forward, I will only talk to you in a humorless and lifeless manner. Is that better, sir?

R: You are incorrigible. (He leans into her ear.) I know you were joking but you really are my doll. (He strokes her hair back and kisses her neck, she tenses.) My pretty little doll that’s all mine for me to play with. (He kisses her neck a few more times.) Mmm. Speaking of which, I’d like to get to that, so let’s move this along. Bring me your papers. (The others line up on the steps and hand over the scrolls. He hands them over to Nan.)

R: You choose. 

N: What?

R: You choose. Just pick who you want to win and who you want to see suffer. 

N: I don’t want to see any of them suffer. 

R: You still have to pick. 

N: I don’t want to, you do it. 

R: You’re going to do it. If you refuse to pick then I’ll just make all of them suffer. 

N: Whatever, fine. She shuffles through the papers. I pick Lacey to win and Frank to lose. 

R: Good. Now announce it. 

N: What?

R: You need to stop asking me what and get accustomed to just doing as I say. Now go on. 

N: (She stands up.) The decision has been made. 

R: Speak up. 

N: (Now louder.) The winner is Lacey. (They cheer.)

R: Congratulations. Since our queen picked you, you get the whole week off from chores. 

Lacey: Thank you, your majesty. 

N: And the loser is Frank. (She mouths sorry at him. He steps forward.)

Frank: Sorry I failed you majesties. 

R: (Stands.) Because my Nanette obviously likes you the least, you are going to have an extra special punishment. 

N: What? No, I don't want that. 

R: Hush. I know why you picked him. He’s one of the people I’ve seen you give your death glare to at work after he’s mansplained something that you’ve known since you were 12. 

N: Still, I would be very happy to watch him get the normal burn.

R: No, that won’t do. You obviously find it obnoxious listening to him drone on and honestly so do I. Listening to you is like torture. So let’s do a punishment that fits the crime. Your own private music party. You’ll be locked in a room, with no way to cover your ears, while an obnoxious song plays at an obnoxious volume, over and over. You can stay there for this whole week, giving you enough time to go totally fucking insane. Have fun! (He snaps and Frank is gone.) See, it’s exciting to have a little bit of power, huh?

N: Yeah that was a blast. 

R: You’re just set on being sarcastic today, hmm? I bet if I checked your stats, your main describing word would be sardonic. 

N: I’m sorry, it’s my coping mechanism. 

R: That I actually believe.

THE PLAY ROOM: In the Game - (Tuesday Night) *Warnings

(Later that night they are walking down the hall. Yesterday he had taken her to his bedroom, today he takes her to a different room. It’s a sex play room with everything you can think of. A bed with restraints right in the middle and mirrors above it. A X-shaped cross, sybian, gynecologist chair, and table with restraints on the sides of the room. The walls are lined with whipping things, pain things, sensory things and sex toys. The back of the room has a shower, bath tub and sink. Roman opens the door for Nan. She walks in taking in the sight, he follows.)

N: Holy shit.

R: That’s right. It’s like you stepped right into one of your videos, hmm? Anything you most want to try first? 

N: (Trying to hide her anxiousness.) Dealers choice.

R: Mmm. I’d like to see you on display, strapped up the cross. 

N: Just call me Jesus. (He chuckles, slips off her dress and moves her over to the cross. He starts whistling as he secures her hands and feet to the cross. He kisses her then slides his middle finger through her folds over her panties.)

R: Fuck you’re wet. And I haven’t even touched you yet. Someone’s quite impatient, hmm? (He grabs a knife and trails it over her skin in a few places before cutting off her bra. Snapping it right in the middle, then getting each of the straps. He starts groping her chest, teasing his fingers over her nipples making them hard. He goes and grabs nipple clamps and sucks each bud in his mouth before clipping it into the clamp. Then he grabs the knife and starts to trail it over her body again. She holds her breath as he slides it over her nipples in the clamps, feeling the tip of the knife so acutely on her hardened buds. Then he trails it down to cut off her panties, leaving her naked and unable to hide a thing.) What a pretty sight. (He looks her over for a moment before he starts working her over with a whip. Across her chest above the clamps, her stomach and abdomen. Down the front and inside of her legs. Each strike hard enough to leave a pretty red line on her skin and make her gasp or groan. He puts the whip under his arm and yanks off her nipple clamps without warning. The little rubber grippers stinging as they come off, making her yelp. He immediately starts rubbing them with his thumbs in little circles and she sucks in a breath.) Oh, are they all sensitive now? Perfect, just how I want them. (He pulls back out the whip and positions it by her breasts.)

N: No. 

R: Oh yes. 

N: No, Roman. That's going to hurt like hell. 

R: Yeah I know. You can handle it. (He starts whipping her breasts, most strikes landing right across her nipples. She makes a noise of pain each time. After a few swings she looks up at him, picturing taking the whip and using it on him til he is crying and bleeding.) Ah there it is. That look again, like you want to tear me apart with your bare hands. I like that look. I enjoy the thought of you stewing with rage towards me when we both know you’re powerless to do a god damn thing about it. (He strikes her again. Then rubs her now even wetter pussy.) But let’s be honest, you like the pain don’t you? (He does about 10 more strikes before setting the whip down and running his hands over all the different marks across her skin.) Mmm. Well done. You took the pain. Time for a little pleasure. (He grabs a vibrator and he starts by moving it over her stomach then up to her battered tits. Making her gasp and wince at the sensation. After massaging it over both nipples he slides it down her stomach then down her leg. Pulling it slowly back up the inside of her thigh before bringing it to her pussy. He slides it over her folds a few times, spreading her slick, then brings it to her clit and keeps it there making small circles. Nan inhales deeply.) Ah, there we go. Does that feel good? (He switches up the speed, making her widen her eyes slightly and starts breathing faster. He smiles at her before leaning in to kiss her neck. He lets her adjust to the new speed a moment then pulls back and increases the speed again.)

N: (Her eyes widen even more.) Nahh. Ah. Oh my god. No, it’s too intense. 

R: Is it too much?

N: Yes.

R: Then close your legs. (He laughs as he continues on as she whines. Moving it around to give her clit the slightest relief but mainly holding it right on it. She starts to shake.) That’s it baby, that’s it. (He continues until she orgasms.) God, I love watching you come. Let’s see if we can make it happen again. (He undoes her legs and lifts them up to hook around his back. Then looks at her as he thrusts into her. He proceeds to fuck her roughly against the cross, her hands still restrained. He continues after a while grabbing the vibrator and holding it to her clit again while he continues to fuck her until she orgasms again, his own climax following right after. They both breathe for a moment before he pulls out and sets her down. He undoes her arm restraints and catches her as she goes somewhat limp. He carries her over and lays with her on the bed, mindlessly stroking her arm.) You were remarkable babe, really took it like a champ. I knew I was right about you, you’ve got something special. (Nan lays there thinking of some special painful things she could do to his cock until he leaves.)

(Section 2: Part 2) - Daily Routine

REQUESTS 1: In the Game - (Wednesday Morning)

(She wakes and there is a lab puppy, and a room has been added off of hers for the dog and all the stuff. Plus many of her other requests have been fulfilled.)

REQUESTS 2: In the Game - (Wednesday Night)

(Roman has just appeared, he and Nan are standing in front of their thrones, exchanging pleasantries. The dog runs up and starts sniffing at their legs.) 

R: Ah yes. Did the dog turn out to your liking?

N: Yes, I adore him. Say hello to Reginald. Or Regi. 

R: Hi Regi. (He gives him a couple pats on his head. Then gently shoos him away.) I fulfilled your last request as well. (He raises up her necklace.)

N: My necklace. Thank you. (She reaches for it. He pulls it away.)

R: Allow me. (She turns and holds her hair as he clips it around her neck. She puts her hair down, he smooths it back, then slides his hands over her shoulders. She turns back to face him.) It suits you. 

N: I have another request. 

R: My, my. Aren’t we getting greedy? What do you want?

N: I’m bored during the day. (She dramatically pouts.) Even with all these new things. So instead of the others doing useless chores I would like them to spend their days entertaining me instead. 

R: Yeah sure whatever. I don’t need any of that anymore now that you’re here. 

N: Thank you lover. (She leans in and gives him a kiss.)

R: Anything for you my lovely Nanette.

SEX LIFE *Warnings

(This night and each following night Roman takes Nan to the playroom again. They try something new every night. All sorts of ways of Nan being tied up. Different floggers and whips, wax and clothes pins and electric shockers, a crazy amount of different sex toys. Including training her with butt plugs before fucking her in the ass, the first time of many. Each day a new set of lingerie would appear on her when she woke up. He would take her panties or lingerie set (if it was a 1 piece) with him after each time. Clearly forming some sort of fucked up collection. She would never admit it, but Nan was generally truly enjoying the sex, while still furious at the situation of it. She was having at least 3 orgasms each time, if not more.)

Full Story Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, NON-CON (the word rape is  used a few times), Dub-Con, bondage, violence, bdsm themes, sex slave, obsession, stalking+non-con recording, piv sex, mentions of anal, spanking, fingering, oral both m and f receiving + forced swallowing, sex toys, over-stimulation, emotional manipulation, torture, blood, body control (in the game her erogenous zones are overly sensitive and she is unable to touch herself), probably more? *Warnings next to most graphic parts though warnings could apply to any part.

FIRST DATE: In the Real World - (Friday Evening)

(It’s 8PM and Nan and Roman are at the steak house. They discuss the games for an hour as they eat. Now both are on their 2nd glass of wine.) 

R: So Nan, when you’re not working on one of the games, what ties up your free time?

N: Coding really does take up a lot of my time.

R: Come on you’ve got to watch videos or play games or workout or something. 

N: Yeah I guess I do all that, I just hardly have the time for it. 

R: Do you ever just relax? 

N: Yeah I do. 

R: Around other people? 

N: Sometimes.  

R: From what I’ve seen you’re always wound up so tight. What do I need to do to get you to loosen up, hmm? 

N: Run me under hot water for a minute? You know like with a jar that won’t open. 

R: (He laughs.) I see. I’ll have to try that. 

N: You seem to be pretty high-strung yourself. 

R: No time to relax when you’re the head of a company. 

N: Well you wear your ties so tight, maybe that’s part of the problem. You should start there. (He makes a big display of loosening his tie and taking a deep breath.)

R: Oh my god. It’s amazing, I can finally breathe. 

N: Har-har. 

R: Speaking of things tight around your neck, I’ve noticed you wear that necklace every day. It’s beautiful if you don’t mind me saying. Can I ask you where you got it?

N: Thanks. Uh, it was my moms, she gave it to me. Not sure where she got it. She passed away four years ago from cancer.

R: Sorry to hear about your mother. Seems we have that in common. 

N: Yeah, I was sorry when I read about your mom’s passing too. She was so young. Tragic.

R: Yeah, she wasn’t mother of the year but it still has been hard. 

N: Of course.

R: I’d rather not dwell on this if you don’t mind. 

N: Fine with me, but know you can always talk to me about any of that stuff. You know, if you need an understanding ear or whatever. 

R: Thank you Nan. (He places his hand over hers on the table.) I’m very glad to have met you. 

N: (She politely smiles then slides her hand out from under his and checks her watch.) Wow, I didn’t realize how late it was, I should probably be getting home. 

R: Are you sure? I could order another bottle of wine or dessert. 

N: No, no. Thanks though, dinner was great. You were right, this place is awesome. 

R: Glad you liked it. (He pays the check and drops her at home wishing her a good weekend then goes back home and logs onto the game.) 

AFTER DATE: In the Game - (Friday Night)

R: Nanette and I went on our date tonight. Care to know how it went?

N: Sure. 

R: It was lovely. She opened up a little but I’m trying to bring out your boldness. Without me pushing you to it, you’re a shy little thing. Annoyingly meek about everything, especially sex and getting to know her is a slow process. I’m certain I’ll win her over eventually though. See if I can get her to be my real life submissive, hmm?

N: Well good luck with that.

R: Any tips to help get her to like me?

N: Hmm thing is, I’m really good at sensing people’s true intentions. So the only way I can think of is to stop raping a copy of her and stop being a total sadistic fucking creep. 

R: Hmm that’s good advice. I’m not going to stop raping you obviously but I can try to hide my true self better around her. As for you, let’s go to the bedroom and I’ll show you just how much of a sadistic fucking creep I can be.

ASK NAN OUT ON 2nd DATE: In the Real World - (Monday Mid-day)

(Nan and Roman are in his office.)

R: Dinner was lovely, it was great to get to know you a little bit better. I would very much like to continue getting to know you. It's clear how much we have in common. So how would you like to accompany me to the unveiling for the newest game equipment from Realigames. It’s something I know you’d be interested in and a really fun event. 

N: I had a good time at dinner too and that’s really sweet of you to offer but I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to get into anything right now. I just really feel like I should focus on work. 

R: Well as your boss I say you need to work less and focus more on yourself. Besides you can’t leave me to go all on my own. 

N: Can I be blunt with you Roman?

R: Shoot.

N: You have a bit of a reputation as a player. That’s not something I’m looking to get mixed up in. Besides that, I don’t always like the way you treat your employees. I know it’s your company but that doesn’t give you the right to act the way you do. (He gives her a stern look.) Sorry, that was too much, I hope I didn’t over step.

R: Not at all. I always appreciate honesty. It’s true I have a bit of a past with women. I like to have a good time. But I’ve been in several long-term serious relationships before and I’ve never cheated on someone or lied to a woman for nefarious reasons. Plus, I’m always respectful and never leave a lady wanting. As for the latter, I know I can sometimes be overly blunt and domineering. When running a company you have so many things to do that you can start to focus on only what needs to get done and forget that people aren’t machines and should be talked to in a more respectful way. Thank you for reminding me of that. I’ll try to be more mindful going forward. 

N: Hey, I totally get it. When I have a million things to do I become a nightmare to be around. Thanks for hearing me out. 

R: Thanks for hearing me out. Now about that unveiling.. It would be a great learning opportunity for you, and you’d meet some people you no doubt will be working with in the future based on your skills. And, like I said, I think you would have an excellent time. What do you say? 

N: I really do appreciate it but I’m afraid I’m still going to have to pass. It’s just not a good time for me. You have a great time though. Good evening Mr. Godfrey. 

MUGGING: In the Real World - (Saturday Night)

(Nan is walking down an empty street at night on the way home. Roman and a man dressed in all black are hiding in a nearby alley. Roman hands him an envelope of cash.)

R: You sure you’re clear on the plan?

Man: Yeah I got it. (Nan passes by.) 

R: All right, there she is. Go. (The man starts following her down the street, Roman waits in the alley. The man catches up to her and jumps her with a knife. He pushes her down the nearest alley. She screams as he pushes her into the wall.)

Man: Shut up! (He slightly cuts her above the cheek.) Give me all your money. (She hands over her wallet.) Now the jewelry. (She gives him her ring and watch.) The necklace too.

N: Please it’s worthless and it’s the last thing I have of my mom. 

Man: Hand it over. (He gives her a small cut on her upper arm. She screams quietly.) Be quiet and give me the necklace. (While crying she starts reaching for the clasp then hands him the necklace when Roman appears at the opening of the alley.)

R: Hey! (The mugger starts to run but Roman grabs him and his wrist with the knife, twisting it and making him drop it. Then punches him across the face.) Give me her things. (He hands them over. Roman punches him again, breaking his nose.)

Man: Hey! (Roman punches him in the gut so he can’t talk.) Now get out of here before I fucking kill you. (He runs off. Roman goes to Nan and puts his hand on her head by the cut.) Hey, are you ok?

N: Uh, yeah, I think so. Oh my god, thank you. That was fucking crazy. It’s like I don't even know what happened, it all happened so fast. 

R: Well you’re safe now. Where are you heading? 

N: Home. It’s just on Linden Ave. 

R: That’s too far, you’re injured.

N: I’m fine.

R: You’re bleeding. My place is right around the corner. Come on, I’ve got a first aid kit. 

N: No, really, I’ll be fine.

R: You’re bleeding pretty bad. Just let me get you fixed up then I’ll have my driver take you home. I insist. I’m not going to let you walk home in this state. 

N: Uh yeah, all right. Thanks. 

R: Of course. Come on. (He puts his hand around her waist and they walk to his place and go inside. It’s a giant house, of course, everything inside and out is lavish and expensive.)

N: Wow, nice place. 

R: Thanks. It was my mothers but it passed to me when she died. Please. (He leads her to a couch in the living room.) Here, sit. I’ll be right back with the supplies. 

N: Thanks. Oh can I get my stuff?

R: Oh yeah, I forgot I was still holding it. (He hands her the wallet, ring and watch, then holds up the necklace.) Allow me.

N: Oh, that’s alright. 

R: I don’t mind. (He moves behind her before she can protest more and latches it around her neck and fixes her hair.) There. (He walks back in front of her.) Beautiful. 

N: Thanks for getting this back for me. 

R: Well I know how much it means to you. Now I need to see to those cuts. Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be back in a moment.

N: Thanks. (She sits on the couch, he goes to get supplies. She looks around and he comes back a few minutes later with a first aid kit and a tray with a scotch bottle and two glasses already poured. He sets the drinks down and hands one to her as he opens the first aid kit.) Thought this might help with the nerves.

N: Yeah, great, thanks. (She downs it as he grabs an antiseptic cloth from the kit.)

R: May I? (He holds his hand toward her face with the wipe. She nods and moves her hair more out of the way. He gently grabs her chin to move her head more to the side then starts wiping the blood off her face. She flinches slightly when he moves the cloth over the cut.) Tell me your favorite thing about your game. (He continues cleaning off the cut.)

N: Shit, that's a hard question. Probably my story arc. There are some twists and turns I’m really proud of that I think will really keep people on their toes. (He smiles at that as he drops the cloth and grabs a bandage.)

R: I love a good story that can keep me engaged. (He smooths the bandage over the cut.) There, first one, done. Now let’s fix that arm. (He grabs another wipe then lifts her arm and starts doing the same thing.)

N: What’s your favorite thing about your game?

R: How realistic it is. I like that when I’m playing I feel like I’m actually there, you know?

N: Yeah. (He puts on the bandage and squeezes his hand lightly over it.)

R: Alright, all done. 

N: Thanks again. 

R: I’m just happy I was there. 

N: Me too. (Roman refills her glass and adds a little more to his then holds it up, she lifts hers back.)

R: Cheers. To showing that mugger whose boss.

N: Cheers. (They drink.) 

R: Want to hear about the first game I ever made? 

N: Sure. 

R: It’s so basic it’s honestly embarrassing. 

N: Can’t be as bad as mine was. 

R: You think so? Well then, let’s make it a bet. Whoever has the worst game wins and the other has to… include a statue of the other somewhere in their game. 

N: You’re on. (They chat about their games and continue to drink. An hour or so goes by.) Come on, I definitely win. Mine was way worse than yours. 

R: Agree to disagree. We might just have to bring in a mediator. 

N: (She laughs.) We’d have to make sure it’s someone who knows games and is completely impartial. I don’t trust you not to cheat.

R: What? You hurt my feelings, I would never cheat. 

N: Oh really? 

R: No way. I like to win because I’m the best, not through tricks. And I always win. 

N: Until now that is. (They laugh then the energy changes. He looks softly at her then he reaches up and starts to smooth his thumb over the bandage on her cheek.) 

R: I wouldn't mind losing to you. You're the smartest person I’ve ever met you know. 

N: No way. 

R: It’s true. I could tell from the second I saw your game, you’re a fucking genius. Beyond that, incredibly kind and bold. So gorgeous I can barely stand to look at you. It’s not fair for one person to have all that. 

N: Oh come on. I’m not that special, I’m just a nerd with a gift for coding. 

R: Don’t sell yourself short. I wish you could see yourself the way I do. Like a queen. (His hand is still on the side of her head. He leans in slowly, she doesn’t pull away and he kisses her. She kisses him back. They deepen the kiss then he pulls her up over his lap so she’s straddling him. They continue to kiss, with him sometimes pausing to kiss her neck. He goes to take off her shirt when she puts her hands on his chest and breaks the kiss.) 

N: Woah. Um, this, this, is a bad idea. I should go. 

R: This is the best idea. (He kisses her neck.) Stay, please. (He continues kissing her neck. She moans very slightly then pushes him away again and starts to stand.) 

N: No, I should go. 

R: Please, let’s just talk about this. 

N: I’m sorry, this was a mistake. 

R: Come on Nan. Don’t do that. There’s something here between us, you know it.

N: I’m sorry Roman but I still think it’s not a good idea. I was serious about not wanting to get involved with someone from work, let alone my boss. 

R: What about that just now? You kissed me back, I know you felt it too. 

N: That was just a mix of adrenaline and scotch. But I’m not looking to get into anything. Can you send for your car please? 

R: Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay?

N: I’m sure. I’m exhausted anyway, I just want to get some sleep.

R: Alright. As you wish. (He presses an intercom button by the door.) Send the car for Ms. Cole please. 

Butler: Right away sir.

R: They’ll meet you down at the gate. 

N: Ok great. I’ll see you at the office on Monday. Have a good night and thanks again for everything. (She gives him an awkward hug.)

R: Of course. Good night Nanette. 

N: It’s just Nan. Why do you keep calling me Nanette?

R: Force of habit I suppose. I’m used to being formal. 

N: Right. Well, (being overly formal and dramatic.) I bid you a good evening sir. (He laughs.)

R: And to you as well ma’am. 

N: (They both laugh.) See yeah. (He watches her go, considering whether or not to just drag her back, throw her to his bed and have his way with her. Then he would get to experience her really struggle, cry and scream. The thought turning him on even more. Though now rock hard, he decides to let her go. He watches the cameras in her house waiting for her to come home. Ecstatic when she starts to masturbate. He masturbates watching her. Then he waits til she falls asleep and heads into the game to have sex with the Nanette he can.)

Full Story Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, NON-CON (the word rape is  used a few times), Dub-Con, bondage, violence, bdsm themes, sex slave, obsession, stalking+non-con recording, piv sex, mentions of anal, spanking, fingering, oral both m and f receiving + forced swallowing, sex toys, over-stimulation, emotional manipulation, torture, blood, body control (in the game her erogenous zones are overly sensitive and she is unable to touch herself), probably more? *Warnings next to most graphic parts though warnings could apply to any part.

WAITING GAME: In the Game - (End of the 2nd week of Nan being in the game) *Warnings

(Nan and Roman are in the playroom.) 

R: Let’s play a game. I know you want to end Shania’s suffering, so I’m going to give you a chance to do that early. 

N: And what is this game?

R: The rules are simple really. Once we start, if you can go for thirty minutes without coming, I’ll return her good as new. Two whole weeks relieved from her suffering. However, if you don’t make it, I’ll add one more week to her sentence. 

N: This seems unfair since you’ve basically programmed my body to lose.

R: I didn’t program you with no self control. What I’m suggesting is entirely possible, you just have to put your mind to it. That’s why I’ve given you proper motivation. Don’t think that you can do it subtly without me noticing either. (He snaps and a different holographic stat pops up. This one has bars for levels of arousal, pain, pleasure, discomfort, emotional stability, and a bar literally labeled orgasm. At the top right there is a box that says “orgasm count: 52”.)

N: What the fuck. 

R: I know. 52 orgasms already since you’ve been here. You naughty girl. 

N: What the fuck? You’ve been counting? 

R: Your body has an automatic orgasm counter. So every time you come that number will go up. I told you, you can’t lie to me in here. So, we’ll start the timer for thirty minutes, if you can last with me working you over until times up without your counter going up to 53, you win. Ready?

N: You’re a fucking sadist. 

R: I know. Oh poor baby. What a predicament you’re in. (He snaps and starts the time as he strips her before placing her in a gynecologist chair. He straps down her ankles, spreading her open, then straps her arms over her head.) Mmm. You look so pretty all spread open for me. (He starts by just lightly scratching over her legs and up her chest. Then he starts a steady assault of edging her. A mix between teasing her with his fingers or toys, eating her out, etc... 23 minutes go by and he is now using a makeup brush to tease her pussy.)

N: Please! I don’t want to cause Shania any more pain but I can’t. What you’re doing is too much. 

R: Shhhh. You can do it. Focus. Believe it or not, I actually want you to win. 

N: Hah. Yeah right. Why would you? You just delight in tormenting me and want to see me suffer after I lose an unwinnable game.

R: Quite the opposite, I truly do want you to win. It’s about teaching you control. How to hold on even when you’re right on the edge. If I simply wanted to win I’d just put electric patches on your nipples then ceaselessly move a vibrator over your clit while fingering you right against your G-spot and you’d be jelly in my arms in no time. You should count your blessings that I’m giving you a fighting chance. I’ve been keeping you in the upper middle section on your orgasm meter on purpose. And you’re doing well, only 7 minutes to go now. Just breathe. That’s it. (He continues, keeping her right on the edge the whole 7 minutes. Now fingering her while circling her clit with his thumb and pinching her nipple with the other hand, bringing her to the moment before as the timer goes off.) You made it, you won. Now you can come. There now, just let go. Come for me. (He switches his fingers on her clit for a vibrator and her whole body convulses as she has a mind-blowing orgasm.) That’s it, that’s a good girl. (He continues his movements until she fully stops writhing. Then he kisses her as he lets her out of her restraints. He picks her up and carries her over to the bed, where they lean against the head board, R’s arm around Nan.) You did well, I was impressed. Consider this your training.

N: What are you talking about?

R: From this point forward you will not come without my say so or there will be consequences. So even if you’re right on the edge, like you were today, you control yourself and wait for my word. All you can do is beg me and hope I say yes. Is that understood? 

N: (Lightly scoffs.) Yes, Roman. 

R: Excellent. But don’t worry, there will also be rewards for being a good girl. Speaking of which, what do you say we go and welcome Shania back to the group?

N: Let’s go. 

(They continue on the nights having sex, Nan now needing his word to come. One of the next times he tells her if she comes without permission he would leave her tied up, spread eagle on the bed the whole next day. She can’t help it and does. He finishes then goes to exit and keeps her tied up. Her nipples strung up in the heavy duty metal clamps. He leaves them on saying if she wants them off she’ll have to rip them off. Then leaves as porn starts playing on a screen in front of her. True to his word, he doesn't come back until the next night. One of the many punishments and humiliations he would force on her within the next few weeks. It’s now been a month that she has been in the game.)

DETECTOR: In the Game - (Sometime after the first month of Nan being in the game) *(Warning: Emotional pain after sex)

(They’ve been fucking for some time. He recently united her from a compromising position and now she’s just laying on the edge of the bed, he’s in front of her, holding her legs up. She just had her third orgasm of the night so the post-orgasm come down hits, plus now she’s dryer and it’s becoming more painful. He thrusts particularly hard and it really hurts.)

N: Ahh. (She makes a choked crying sound, now in pain and truly not enjoying herself anymore. She starts thinking about everything, how she’s trapped and this is just it. How her life is reduced only to pleasing this bastard. She starts to genuinely cry. Silent tears rolling from her eyes as they glaze over and stare at nothing. Kind of zoning out. A few moments later a holographic screen suddenly pops up above the headboard, blinking red and beeping. She doesn’t even look at it, she just keeps silently sobbing, looking slightly to the side. Roman, however, pulls out and a moment later sits her up and starts to wrap her in a blanket. Then he sits beside her and pulls her up into his arms.)

R: Shh. I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to push you too far. (They sit for a moment with him stoking her hair and her still staring blankly off into space. He reaches to the cup of water on the night stand and brings it to her lips. She takes a sip without looking.) Are you ok? Nanette? I really am sorry, I should’ve been checking in more, I just got lost in the moment. (She stays still. He watches her continue to cry.) Awh, fuck. I hate seeing you like this. (Said softly, as an apology and as an I know I fucked up. While he lightly kisses the top of her head.) I know what you need. A nice warm bath, hmm? (He snaps his fingers and the bath tub at the back of the room is filled with water and lots of bubbles for privacy. There is a table that appeared beside the tub as well. With a candle and glass of wine. Nan still just stares off into space.) Alright, here we go. (He lifts her with the blanket and walks her to the tub and sets her down in front. He carefully slides off the blanket then scoops her up again and places her into the bath. She immediately lays her head back against the edge and keeps starting at nothing. He snaps and a chair and basin of water appear next to the top of the tub. There is also a cup and shampoo and conditioner. He sits, grabs the cup and moves her hair so it’s all hanging out of the tub. He starts to rinse her hair, the water falling back into the basin. Once it’s all wet he grabs the shampoo and starts massaging it into her scalp.) Shh, just breathe, it’s ok. Come back to me, I’ve got you. (Something about that broke her from her stupor and she was angry again. How dare he put up this pretense of caring about her when he’s the reason she is suffering in the first place. She clings to the anger because it’s better than the crushing sadness. She re-commits to getting out of the game and getting revenge on him. She finally speaks quietly.)

N: What was that before?

R: (Roman looks relieved she’s speaking again, then confused.) What?

N: The beeping on the screen.

R: Ah. I was serious about wanting you to enjoy yourself. That’s why I installed that alert. It goes off when your pleasure and emotional stability get too low. Which is another way I’ve known you’ve been having a good time. Otherwise it would have gone off sooner. Think of it as an automatic safe word. (He rinses the shampoo from her hair.) Perhaps this proves I’m not as cruel as you think I am. If I really wanted you to suffer, I wouldn’t spend so much time on giving you orgasms and I would just fuck you regardless of how much you enjoy it. I wouldn’t have even installed this detector or I would have just kept fucking you not caring that you were in pain just now. 

N: (She wants to say something snarky, like how he should get an award for doing the bare minimum to ensure her well-being. Instead, she decides to play it a different way and stays soft. She looks at him appreciatively, the tears and exhaustion helping to sell the moment.) Thank you for taking care of me. (She slightly smiles then closes her eyes and lays her head back to let him continue washing her hair. It’s the most genuine and loving way she’s ever talked to him. He’s clearly taken by surprise by what she says, but something in him shifts. With that comment, he feels she is more his than she has ever been. He starts rubbing in the conditioner.)

R: You’re my girl. I’ll always take care of you. (They both sit in silence as he finishes rubbing in then rinsing out the conditioner. He wrings her hair out a couple of times then kisses her head.)

N: (Barely audible.) Mmm. (He moves his hands to her shoulders and starts giving her a massage.) Feels good. (He continues for a while.)

R: There now, is that better?

N: Mmm. 

R: Nanette?

N: Mmm. Tired. 

R: Alright let’s get you to bed. (He grabs a towel and lifts her from the tub, wrapping it around her and letting her lean back into him. He dries her off while keeping her up. Then he snaps and she is suddenly dressed in panties and a night dress. He picks her up, carries her to the bed and tucks her in. Stroking her hair out of her face.) There love, get some rest. (He strokes her cheek then steps away.) 

N: (Very quietly.) We didn’t have to be this way. We could have been real. 

R: Nanette?

N: Hmmm? (Pretending to drift off to sleep.)

R: What did you say? (She doesn’t answer now pretending to be fully asleep.) Nanette? (He sighs then kisses her on the head.) Exit game. (He’s gone. She sits up and throws the blanket off her.)

N: Game on mother fucker. 

LOVE UNDER THE STARS: In the Game - (The following night)

R: Where is Nanette?

Shania: She said she’s going to the top tower and would like you to join her there. 

(He goes to the tower and she is standing at the railing looking out.)

R: What are you doing up here?

N: Just admiring your game. (He wraps his arms around her waist and they look out together.) Have you ever just stood up here and taken a moment to appreciate everything you’ve created? I mean look at this view. Look at the fucking stars. It’s all so beautiful. 

R: I don’t suppose I have ever just taken it all in. You’re right, it really is beautiful. Not half as beautiful as you though. 

N: (She snorts.) Wow, what a line. 

R: I’m serious. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t believe how lucky I am to get to be with you every day. 

N: Still cheesy, but thank you.

R: Come on, let’s get inside. 

N: No. Let’s stay out here. I want you to make love to me under the stars. (Neither of them had ever called it making love before. He looks momentarily taken aback.) 

R: Your wish is my command. (They have sex with her on her back looking up at the stars. It’s the sweetest, gentlest and most intimate sex they’ve ever had. Afterwards, she’s laying on his chest with him stroking her arm, both of them looking up at the stars.) 

N: Have you even been in love?

R: Once. 

N: Yeah? What's the story there? Must have been a special girl to win the great Roman Godfrey’s heart.

R: Her name was Letha. She and I grew up together, our parents were really close so we would end up doing everything with each other. She was daring, smart, beautiful. Once we were in high school we started going out. After our sophomore year her parents moved them all the way to fucking England. So that was that. Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if she hadn’t moved away. 

N: She sounds amazing. No doubt if she was still here the two of you would be living an obnoxiously beautiful life together. You wouldn’t have even looked at little old me. 

R: Speculation is useless, no point dwelling on could have been’s. One thing I can tell you for certain though is that I still would have noticed you. However great Letha was, you’re better. You’re a literal genius, assertive and witty, gorgeous beyond belief. And you’re a total fucking freak in the bedroom in a way she never could have been. 

N: How flattering. 

R: What about you, hmm? Tell me about your past loves. 

N: I’ve… never been in love. I’ve been close. I was dating this really great guy for 3 years and on paper he was perfect. We got along great, he treated me well, he should have been the one. But I don’t know… It just always felt like something was missing. Same as all my other relationships. I think I must be a self sabotager or something because there was nothing actually wrong with any of the men or the relationships but I just couldn’t let myself give in fully for some reason. 

R: That’s because you know your worth. You knew deep down that you were better than all of them. You need someone who truly understands you, challenges you, keeps you interested. And someone who delights in how depraved you are. 

N: Hmm. Someone like you? 

R: Now that you mention it. 

N: Mmm. You should be saying all of this to the other Nan. What we have can never be real. You only brought me here to fuck me, remember? 

R: Hah. Always ready with the repartee. The thing is, I almost like you more than the real Nanette at this point. 

N: Well you’ve fucked my brains out in every way imaginable so I would hope so. 

R: Yeah but it’s more than that. You have a boldness in here that I don’t see from you out there. It’s like you needed me to challenge you to bring out who you really are. 

N: Well there you go. Just ask the real me to be your sex slave and I’m sure you’ll see a whole other side of her. 

R: Good idea. Although I still intend on gaining her affection and somehow I don’t think that will help my chances. 

N: Well good luck. Earning my affection is no small feat. 

R: I’m painfully aware. (He kisses the top of her head and they continue laying in silence, looking at the stars until he exits the game.) 

JEALOUS: In the Game - (A week later) *warnings

(In the real world, Nan has said yes to a date with Greg from the office. They go out and then have sex. Roman watches the whole thing with rage. Back in the game, everyone is in the lounge around 12PM. Roman had sent a message saying he wouldn't be in today, so they took the night off to drink and hang. Then the lights and sound change, indicating his arrival. They scramble up.)

Shania: What the hell?

Kabir: I thought he wasn’t coming tonight.

N: He’s probably just coming to fuck me before bed. (He appears, they begin to greet him. In the middle of their greeting, Roman pulls Greg from the line up and punches him across the face. He falls to the floor, blood coming from his nose. Roman crouches over him, grabs him by the shirt collar and punches him again.) 

R: I’ll make you fucking pay. (He punches him again.)

N: Stop! What did he do?

Greg: Whatever it was, I’m sorry, please. 

R: He touched my girl. (He punches him again.)

N: Hey! (She grabs his arm and he allows himself to be pulled up.) He’s never touched me, I swear! We didn’t do anything! 

R: You may not have, but the real Nanette and Greg sure did. This worthless asshole just took her on a date that ended with her fucking him. I caught the whole glorious show. She was showing him a real good time. I wanted to beat him to death for touching her. But since I can’t do that to him, I’ll settle for you. (He kicks him a few times.)

Greg: Oh, god, please, no. I’m sorry! Please! 

R: That’s right, beg. Beg like the pathetic nothing you are. (He continues to kick him as he pleads.)

N: Please, stop this! He didn’t do anything. It’s not fair to punish him for something he did on the outside. 

R: You’re right, it’s not. But it’ll feel so fucking good. (He continues kicking him, then drops over him again and starts repeatedly punching him. Roman’s hands and face becoming splattered with blood.) She turns me down saying she needs to focus on work. Then agrees to go out with the likes of you. Agrees to let you touch her, to be inside her. Well I’ll teach you for trying to steal my girl.

N: Stop! No! You have to stop this!

R: Why, because you have feeling for him?

N: No, because it’s barbaric!

R: Sorry, my love. He’s going to fucking pay. (He continues the attack, the sound of cracking bones and splattering blood is heard among Greg’s wheezes. The others scream or stand shocked as Nan tries to pull him off but he shoves her to the floor and continues.)

N: Stop please! (Roman keeps punching him until he goes silent and his face is unrecognizable. He looks, regarding the now dead Greg a moment something shifting in him. Then he slowly looks over to Nan who is still on the floor, crying and breathing heavily. The looks he gives her is primal, like she’s a wounded deer and he’s a predator about to go for the kill. He stands, goes to her and hauls her up.) Now as for you, my Nanette, you’re going to remind me who you belong to. Let’s go. (He starts to push her out of the room.) Clean this mess up. (He drags her by the arm to his room and pushes her into a dresser with a mirror above it. He immediately scrunches up her dress to her middle and yanks her panties off. He inserts himself fully right away, making her gasp. He starts fucking her roughly, hands on her hips.) Look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to. 

N: (She looks up at him through the mirror. His face is still covered in blood, tears are still running down hers.) You. 

R: Say it again, fully, and use my name. 

N: I belong to you, Roman Godfrey. (He grabs her by the throat and pulls her up so her back is against his chest.)

R: Tell me you’re mine. 

N: I’m yours. 

R: Again. (He squeezes harder.)

N: I’m yours. 

R: Again! (He squeezes even harder, cutting off air.)

N: Yours… 

R: That’s right. All fucking mine. (He lets go of her neck and rips the top of her dress completely open in the front, exposing her breasts. He grabs one roughly while kissing or biting her neck and continuing to fuck relentlessly into her. The dresser clattering with each hard thrust.) I’m going to make sure you never forget it. 

(The next day in the real world, Roman has Greg jumped and beaten by a group of men. He ends up in the hospital with several injuries, including broken bones.)

Full Story Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, NON-CON (the word rape is  used a few times), Dub-Con, bondage, violence, bdsm themes, sex slave, obsession, stalking+non-con recording, piv sex, mentions of anal, spanking, fingering, oral both m and f receiving + forced swallowing, sex toys, over-stimulation, emotional manipulation, torture, blood, body control (in the game her erogenous zones are overly sensitive and she is unable to touch herself), probably more? *Warnings next to most graphic parts though warnings could apply to any part.

PROPOSING A NEW GAME: In the Game - (2 days after Roman killed Greg)

N: I want us to have dinner tonight. I’ve been craving oysters. They’re aphrodisiacs you know.

R: You don’t say? Well that sounds lovely, my darling. Right this way. 

(They eat and idly chat, now it's towards the end of dinner.)

N: I’ve been thinking about the other night. 

R: Have you now? (He looks at her while seductively sucking up an oyster.)

N: Mm-hm. You got so upset because you can get people to do whatever you want in here. Meaning there is no challenge. So when faced with one on the outside, it motivates you into action. That’s what inspired your little dresser tryst the other night. That was the best it’s been for a while and it was only so good because the real me pissed you off first. It started out fun for you in here with the others, with me, but you’re getting bored because you keep repeating the same patterns. Easy enough to get me to submit in here. You control the rules. But wouldn’t you rather a challenge for once? 

R: I’d rather you stop talking and finish eating so we can get on with it. 

N: (She eats another oyster.) Have you ever played a game with a child? You know you can beat them every time so each time you play it becomes more tedious and monotonous. It does nothing to spur your adrenaline or competitive side. Then when you finally play a game against an intellectual equal, it's like you’re finally awake. You actually have to think and outsmart and make moves. Yet it’s so much more fun. You could just make me submit, over and over. Forever. I’m the child here and you’ll always win the game. Or you could change the game and we can start something that will really get you interested.

R: What are you suggesting?

N: The game is, you try to make me your real girl and let me use my free will like I would in the real world. I want to see that you’re willing to break a sweat and put in the work to impress me. Wouldn’t you rather it be a fight anyway? Something to just get your blood boiling? I’ve learned something lately, which is that sex is actually a lot more fun when you’re angry. Seems you discovered that yourself the other night. There can also be an excruciating pleasure in denial and to being forced to wait. The tension building up inside you making you feel like you’re going to pop. But if you succeed and win the game, I’ll finally give myself to you fully. I’ve been holding out on you. There are so many things I could do that would make you beg. Can you imagine how much better the sex would be if I was actively and enthusiastically fucking you back? You have no idea what I'm capable of. So what do you say, Roman, do you want to find out? Do you want to play a real game?

R: All right. Why the hell not. You’re on.

N: Great. Game on. 

R: Game on. 

N: Well with that I’m going to call it a night then. I’ll see you tomorrow and I can’t wait to see what you make as your first move. (She kisses him on the cheek.) Good night Roman. (She leaves, he lets her go and sits thinking.)

PLAN: In the Game - (The Next Morning)

(Everyone is gathered in the lounge.)

N: I think I have a plan to get us out of here. For real this time. I’m going to need access to the console again. I’m going to get another message to myself, except this time be more specific with instructions and blackmail her to do what we want. He put up a really complicated firewall after my last attempt. I think I can get through it but not in the time in between his visits and I’d have to restart since it re-sets each night. So here’s the plan. Buckle down because its fucking nuts. 

Frank: Well we’re all clones of ourselves in a fictional world so lay it on us. 

N: Ok so, I’m going to gain his trust then ask him to bring another copy of me into the game as a gift. 

Lacey: What?

N: Yeah. If there’s two us, one can always be working on the computer while the other is keeping Roman distracted. 

Frank: Ok not saying it’s a bad plan but I’m seeing a few holes here. 

Walton: Yeah like don't you think he’ll be suspicious about you asking for that? With how much resistance you put up when you got here? 

N: I’ll tell him it’ll be someone to spend my day with and an equal game opponent for once. 

Kabir: Ouch. 

N: Sorry, but you know it’s true. 

Kabir: Yeah..

Lacey: Do you really think that’ll be enough?

N: No, so I’m also going to tell him I want her for some weird self-sex stuff and he’ll agree. 

Walton: Jesus. 

Shania: Wild. 

Eleana: But won’t he just want to fuck both of you at the same time?

N: If I can really get him to like me, I’ll get him to agree that part of the gift will be that he can’t touch her and she’ll only be for me.

Kabir: You really think this will work?

N: It’s the best shot we have.

Walton: Ok, so you get another message to yourself and then what? Say you succeed, what happens to us?

N: I’ve been thinking about it and I think I’ve figured out a way to merge our minds back with our originals. If that’s what you want. You would be fully aware of both lives, though this one would seem more like a weird dream. Otherwise we make sure the game is shut down and destroyed and you cease to exist. Either way, it’s got to be better than here. (General mumbles of yeah are heard.) Tonight might get heated. I’m going to have to challenge him to get him to like me. I think I know how it should play out but he can be unpredictable as you all know so I’m sorry if anything happens because of that. Walton and Eleana, I’ll need your help to secure bringing in the new Nan. This will be in about a week or so after I “agree” to be his real girl. Eleana, you and I are going to make out in front of him, and I’m going to grope you a little. Are you ok with that?

Eleana: Yeah sure, whatever. 

N: Thanks Eleana. Close your mouth Kabir. (Eleana winks at him.) And Walton, I think the best way to get on his good side is for me to really degrade you. So when it goes into the show, I think making you act like a dog is the best bet. At least there won’t be pain but I’ll have to sell it and I won’t lie, it’ll have to be harsh and humiliating for me to impress him. Think you can handle it?

Walton: Roman’s been humiliating me for years. I think I can handle it. 

N: There’s a chance this whole thing won’t work and he’ll punish us. Still, I’d rather try than just roll over and take it up the ass. And in my case I unfortunately mean that literally. So who is with me? (They all murmur agreement.)

GAME STARTS: In the Game - (That Night)

(Roman enters the game. Nan is waiting wearing one of the sexier dresses. Her nipples clearly visible through the fabric.)

R: Good evening Nanette. You look lovely as always. These are for you. (He hands her a big bouquet of peonies.)

N: (She takes them and sniffs them.) Aw. Thank you, they’re beautiful. Plus bonus points for knowing my favorite flower. And remember it’s just Nan. 

R: Well, just Nan, I’m glad you like them. (He goes in for a kiss. She moves her head to the side and he slightly laughs before kissing her cheek.) 

N: So you know my favorite flower, but how about my favorite drink?

R: Easy one. Eleana, make Nanette, I mean Nan, an old-fashioned. 

Eleana: Yes majesty. 

N: No. You make it for me.

R: As you wish, love. (He prepares the drink as Nan hands the flowers off to Shania.) Here you are. 

N: (She takes a sip.) Mmm. It’s not quite right. Make it again. 

R: Don’t push it. 

N: But what if I enjoy teasing you? (She walks her fingers up his arm. Then keeps her hand on his back as she walks behind him, setting the drink down as she walks back in front of him.) Or are you telling me you can dish it out but you can’t take it.

R: Oh I can take it.

N: Oh yeah?

R: Yeah. (He wraps his hand around her waist and pulls her closer. She pulls away and slaps him across the face. The others gasp as he turns back towards her slowly and looking angry.) 

N: I didn’t give you permission to touch me. 

R: Do that again and I’ll… (He’s cut off by her slapping him across the face again. He turns towards her looking lethal.)

N: What? What are you going to do about it? Do you want to hurt me right now? Fuck me to teach me a lesson? Do that and you lose. Don’t tell me a few little slaps are all it takes for you to admit defeat. I thought you said you could take it? Or are you really just a fucking pussy?

R: (He looks angry then laughs.) Touche. Another drink coming right up. (He goes and remakes the drink.) My lady. 

N: (She takes a sip.) Mmm now that’s much better. 

R: You’ve got some fire. I like you like this.

N: I thought you might. 

POOL MATCH: In the Game - (Later that week)

(Nan and Roman are in the billiard room.)

N: Care to play me in a game of pool?

R: Sounds fun.

N: How about we make it interesting and play for stakes.

R: I’m game. What are the stakes?  

N: Hmm let’s see. If I win then you have to go down on me. And if you win then I go down on you.

R: (He looks surprised for a moment.) I accept your terms. (He holds out his hand. She shakes it then starts to let go but he keeps a hold of her hand and pulls her closer.) Prepare to go down. 

N: Talking to yourself now? (He laughs.)

R: Ladies first. Do you need me to remind you how it’s done?

N: No thanks, I got it. 

(They play and talk. She’d been practicing and could have easily beaten him but let’s him win.)

R: Would you look at that, I win. 

N: So you do. Well a deal is a deal. (She pushes him over to sit in a chair by the wall. She reaches down and lifts his shirt over his head then gets on her knees and undoes his pants. She takes his cock out and strokes it a few times. Every time when giving him blowjobs before she’s only really ever just opened her mouth and moved back and forth. This time she does it meaningfully. She starts by doing slow agonizing licks before she starts to suck him off, circling her tongue over his dick, going slow then fast. All while looking dead at him and moving her hands over his chest and even fondling his balls for a little. It doesn’t take him long to come, she swallows it down, catching the spare drop from her lips with her finger then sucking it off. Then she softly pats his now soft cock a couple times.) There you are. (She stands, grabs the cigarettes then sits on the pool table, and lights one as he pulls his pants up. He walks over to her, stands between her legs and leans in, putting his hands on the pool table beside her legs.) 

R: You really were holding out on me. (She takes the cigarette out of her mouth and holds it for him to take a drag.) 

N: I’m even better in bed. 

R: I can’t wait to see that. 

N: Don’t get ahead of yourself. You still have to win. (She takes another drag.)

R: After that I’m all the more determined. (She blows the smoke right into his face.)

N: Can’t wait to see what you come up with. In the meantime, fancy another round of pool? No stakes this time, just playing for fun. 

R: Why not. (They play again and she kicks his ass.) What the hell? You played way better this time. Were you hustling me before?

N: Maybe. 

R: Why would you intentionally lose then set no stakes for the second round? (She walks close to him.)

N: Just thought I’d give you a taste of what you’ve been missing out on to incentivize you. 

R: Why you wicked girl. Consider me incentivized. 

N: Good. Because I won’t be giving you another blowjob like that until you win.  

WINNING THE GAME: In the Game - (A little over a week later)

(Roman has been pulling out all the stops to impress Nan over the last week.)

R: I have a surprise for you.

N: Do you? 

R: Close your eyes. (She does and he puts a wrapped box in her hand.) Open. 

N: Ohh I wonder what it is.. (She shakes it.) A necklace? Or a new game? (He only makes a maybe face. She shakes it again.) Hmm.

R: Open it. (She does. It’s her video game in an official case with the Godfrey Games logo on it.)

N: No way! My game?

R: As of today your game is on the market. Over 150,000 purchases already. 

N: You’re serious?

R: Deadly. (She squeals in joy and hugs him.)

N: This is amazing!

R: Want to play it?

N: Are you kidding? (He makes a console appear that he plugs it into and she starts to play through it.) I can’t believe this, it’s exactly as I had pictured it. 

R: I’m glad you like it. 

N: I love it.

R: Enough to finally agree to be my partner? I don’t know what else I can do. I’m dying here Nan. 

N: Oh are you?

R: You have no idea. (She kisses him. He looks surprised then kisses her back.) 

N: All right. You win. 

R: You mean it?

N: I’ll be yours. But you will be mine too. I still want to be equals. It’s going to be different than before. 

R: Deal. (He kisses her again. They fuck. She fucks him back like never before, like she means it and she calls out his name for the first time willingly while having sex.) 

Full Story Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, NON-CON (the word rape is  used a few times), Dub-Con, bondage, violence, bdsm themes, sex slave, obsession, stalking+non-con recording, piv sex, mentions of anal, spanking, fingering, oral both m and f receiving + forced swallowing, sex toys, over-stimulation, emotional manipulation, torture, blood, body control (in the game her erogenous zones are overly sensitive and she is unable to touch herself), probably more? *Warnings next to most graphic parts though warnings could apply to any part.

SHOW: In the Game - (The day after)

(Nan is sitting on Roman’s lap on the throne. They laugh as they feed each other grapes.)

Walton: Majesties, would you like us to start the show now?

R: (He waves his hand without looking over.) Yeah sure, whatever. (He starts to go. The men do their jester routine without either of them really watching. It’s close to the end of it now.)

N: Now I’ve got a surprise for you.

R: Oh yeah?

N: Mm-hmm. I’m going to be the entertainment tonight. Call it a little extra reward for winning the game. 

R: I must say I'm intrigued. 

N: Just sit back and watch. (She kisses him then stands as the men finish and bow. She applauds one handed, still holding her drink, as she starts down the steps and they begin to exit.) Walton. (He stops.) Bravo on your excellent performance.

Walton: Thank you, your majesty.

N: I’d like to see more, stay a moment. (He walks back center.) You were so funny just now. You know what would be even funnier? (She takes her drink and pours it out on the floor.) Oh whoops, how clumsy of me. Clean it up. 

Walton: Yes your majesty. (He starts to go.)

N: Uh-uh. Where are you going? I’ve asked you to clean this up.

Walton: I need supplies, majesty. 

N: I see your supplies right here. Get on your knees and use your mouth to suck it up.

Walton: Yes your majesty. (He gets to his knees and starts to suck at the floor around her feet.)

N: Oh and it’s all over my shoes, clean those next. (She holds out one foot as he licks the shoe then does the other.) That’s enough. Now let’s see you pant and beg like a dog. (He sits up on his knees.) Go on. (He holds his hands up in front of him and pants then does a few barks. Nan laughs and claps.) Good dog. Good boy. See now this is funny. Maybe you should always be a dog. Let's see you do some tricks, dog. Lay down. Good boy. Roll over. (He doesn’t move so she kicks him in the side.) Come on, roll over. (He does.) Sit up. Speak. (He obeys. She takes off a bracelet.) Now… fetch boy! Fetch! (She throws the bracelet and he walks on his hands and knees to get it. He grabs it with his hand.) No, use your mouth. (He picks it up with his mouth and brings it back to her. She takes it and pats him on the head.) Good boy, now go away. (He crawls away. She looks up to Roman and bows. He raises his glass to her.) Ready for act 2? 

R: Very. 

N: You should be. That's when the climax usually happens. Eleana, could you join me please? (She holds out her hand and Eleana walks out un-worried and takes her hand.) 

Eleana: Yeah? (She glances up at Roman then back to Nan.) Oh, uh, your majesty. (With Nan’s other hand she plays with Eleana’s hair.) 

N: You’re very beautiful, you know that? 

Eleana: Yeah, and? (Nan strokes her face then lips.)

N: During the days when I’ve been bored I’ve daydreamed about kissing you. How do you feel about that?

Eleana: You mean you want to kiss me right now while Roman watches? 

N: Yeah. 

Eleana: Ok, whatever. But I want an X-Box. 

N: Done. (She grabs her face and looks up at Roman who is watching intently before turning back and kissing Eleana. She begins slow and passionate but starts being rougher. Making it clear she’s using tongue and grabbing her waist, hair and even breasts and ass for a moment. Eleana kisses back completely unfazed. Then Nan spins Eleana around and moves behind her so they are both facing Roman. Nan moves Eleana’s hair to the side before looking up at Roman then starting to kiss Eleana’s neck. She continues a while, her hands roaming from her head, hips, stomach and at one point breast again. Then she looks right at Roman before licking slowly up the side of her neck. She gives her neck a few more kisses before turning her towards her again and they kiss a few more times.) Mmm, thank you Eleana.

Eleana: Anytime. I have a whole list of things I want. (She walks away. Nan turns back to Roman and bows again. He stands and applauds.) 

N: And now for act 3.

R: There’s more?

N: Mh-hm. And I saved the best for last. There’s this trick I’ve been working on since I don’t have a gag reflex or any danger of being permanently hurt. Do you want to see?

R: I am beyond interested. 

N: Shania. (She gestures to her and she brings Nan a sword. She shows off its length to him before twirling it around a few times. Then she lifts it over her mouth and looks up at him.)

R: No fucking way. 

N: Way. (She gives him a look before putting the sword fully down her throat. She does a slight bow, before taking it back out.) Ta-da. (She bows fully then starts to walk back up to him as he stands and applauds.)

N: So, what did you think? (He wraps his hand around her waist.)

R: That was the best show I’ve ever seen. Holy shit, I can’t believe you can swallow a sword. That is so incredibly hot.

N: I thought you’d like it. See how much better this is? You make me happy and I’ll make you happy. (She runs a finger down his chest.) 

R: What else can I do to make you happy? 

N: If you really want to make me happy, you can get me another gift. There’s something that I’ve been wanting for a while but I’ll warn you, it’s rather strange. 

R: Lay it on me. I’ll get you whatever you want within reason.

N: I’ve always had this weird fantasy of having sex with myself. I feel like it would be really fun and I’d know exactly how to fuck myself to make myself come harder than I ever have in my whole life. Plus she would be someone to spend the day with who isn't a total bore. I’d love to finally have a worthy game partner. None of these other idiots can play for shit. So.. How do you feel about bringing another Nanette in here?

R: You really want to willingly bring another copy of yourself in here? That idea sounds highly intriguing and I am having extremely weird and dirty images pop into my head right now. But are you sure that’s what you want? I imagine she will be quite angry like you were. 

N: She will but I’ll break her in. Though since she’s a gift, you’ll leave her completely to me. Ok so hands off mister. This one will be mine. Understood?

R: Alright, your wish is my command. So long as I can watch. 

N: Maybe sometimes. If you've earned it. (She whispers in his ear then licks his earlobe then nibbles it.)

R: Everyone is dismissed. (They all leave as Nan pushes Roman onto the throne and climbs on top of him, kissing him. She fucks him on the throne. Afterwards, she’s sitting in his lap.)

N: I wouldn’t have thought it possible but I’m actually very happy with you here. 

R: I knew you could be but I can’t tell you how happy that makes me feel to hear you say that. 

(Section 3: Part 3) - Escaping

SECOND NAN: In the Game - (A few days later)

(N2 wakes up in Nan’s bedroom. She is wearing her normal, everyday clothes. Shania is there to explain.) 

N: Where am I? What’s going on? 

Shania: I’m going to explain everything but I need you to try and not freak out. 

N: Ok.. 

Shania: So Roman from work, he has his own version of the game. He found a way to clone people using their DNA and upload a copy of them to the game. That's what you are and where you are. 

N: No. This is a prank right. I mean, I'm me. I’m me. 

Shania: You’re not you. It’s not a prank and you’re not dreaming either and it’s about to get even weirder. I know this is a lot to take in but we are pressed for time so I think it’s best to have this explained to you by the person you trust most. 

N: What are you talking about?

Shania: Just really. Try not to freak out. (She opens the door and Nan walks in. N2 looks her over.) 

N2: Oh what the fuck. 

N: Ready for some crazy fucking shit? (She explains everything.)

ROMAN MEETS 2nd NAN: In the Game - (That Night)

R: Where’s our girl?

N: She’s right here. Be gentle, she’s still coming to terms with everything.

R: Of course. Hello Nan, welcome to our world. We’re really happy to have you here.

N2: Right…

R: I promise it was all Nan’s idea to bring you in. You’re here strictly to be a friend to her. Even though the other Nan and I are together, you don’t have to worry. You’re off limits. Besides, I’m in a monogamous relationship now. (He takes Nan’s hand, she smiles at him.)

N2: Right with me. I mean her, I mean uh… Ugh my brain hurts. (They both laugh.)

N: I know it’s a lot to take in but you’ll adjust.

R: We’re going to have to think of something else to call one of you though so it doesn’t get confusing. You could go back to going by Nanette my darling. 

N: No, I don’t think so. We actually already decided. She's going to be N2D2. 

R: Really?

N: No, she’s going to go by our middle name, Kasha. 

R: I think that’s a lovely name. If you want to spend the night with her to get her settled that’d be alright.

N: Nah. I want her to get to know the others a little. Plus I’ve been waiting all day to spend some time with you. Come along. 

R: As you say my lady. Nan, if you need or want anything to feel more comfortable you need only ask. I’ll see you again tomorrow and once again, welcome. 

N2: Thanks… (Nan hugs N2.) 

N: It’s going to be ok. I promise, you’ll be happy here. See you later. (They go.)

N2: They’re really going to go have sex?

Shania: Yeah, everyday. 

N2: Jesus what a horny perv.

Frank: Seriously. I mean he spends all his time here with her. 

Eleana: Yeah it’s great. Since she came in he hardly pays any attention to us at all. (They all look at her.) Sorry. But don’t pretend you all haven’t thought the same.

Walton: Let’s just focus on getting out of here so none of us have to deal with that asshole anymore. Nan, can you go with Kabir so you can start getting familiar with the computer?

N: I’m on it. 

ESCAPE: In the Game - (The next day and night)

(The Nans and Kabir spend the whole next day trying to crack the computer. It’s approaching Romans arrival.) 

N: Ok we’ve got to go ready to meet him. Do you have this? 

N2: Leave it to me. Let’s show this asshole. 

N: Well make sure he never forgets who is in charge. Good luck. 

(They go to the throne room, and Roman appears soon after.)

R: Hello my love. Where’s the other Nan? 

N: She’s finding it hard to come to terms with everything. She's been crying throughout the day so I told her to take the evening to rest. 

R: Maybe I should go check on her. See if she needs anything. 

N: That’s so sweet of you. I think what she really needs right now is some time alone to process this. She’ll be fine soon enough. Now as for you, there’s something I’ve been wanting to try that I think will bring you to tears. Care to test my theory? 

R: You know how I love experimenting. 

N: Good because we might need to do several trials before we achieve the desired results. 

R: Well what are we waiting for? 

N: Come on. (She takes his hand and they start to go.) 

(Nan distracts him as N2 cracks it that night. Once Roman exits the game they get a message, with blackmail via pictures, to real world Nan. She calls off work the next day and follows the directions they send. First she buys a gun, then other supplies. After that she sneaks into Romans house and uses his tech lab to follow the directions to merge all their consciousnesses back together. Once she does that she has the mind and memories of all three versions of her. She takes all their DNA and finds a sample of Romans. Then she goes to work on creating her own game. Once it’s done and it’s close to when Roman comes home, she hides and waits.)

Full Story Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, NON-CON (the word rape is  used a few times), Dub-Con, bondage, violence, bdsm themes, sex slave, obsession, stalking+non-con recording, piv sex, mentions of anal, spanking, fingering, oral both m and f receiving + forced swallowing, sex toys, over-stimulation, emotional manipulation, torture, blood, body control (in the game her erogenous zones are overly sensitive and she is unable to touch herself), probably more? *Warnings next to most graphic parts though warnings could apply to any part.

CONFRONTATION: In the Real World - (The next day and night) *Warnings

R: (Comes home, sits in his chair and goes to play the game.) Enter game. (He goes into the game and finds no one there. He looks around then attempts to summon them but can’t.) What the hell? Exit game. (He wakes up and there is a wire tied around his neck securing it to the chair and biting into his skin and his wrists are zip tied to the chair arms.) What the fuck?

N: Hello Roman. (She spins his chair around to face her.)

R: Woah, what's going on?

N: Don’t pretend you don’t know. You’ve been doing some really sick shit. Now it’s time to pay.

R: Look, I don’t know what you heard but I promise it’s not what you think.

N: Oh no? Because I don’t have to be told anything, I was there for the whole fucked up thing. 

R: You can’t be.

N: Oh but I am. 

R: How can you be here? 

N: I figured out a way to merge our consciousness’s back together. Impressive right? 

R: That’s impossible. 

N: That's what I thought but I knew there had to be a way. Luckily, I had a lot of time to think and that, you know, I’m a genius. 

R: So I’m talking to.. 

N: All three of us. 

R: Fucking hell…

N: And we have a little something for you. (She punches him across the face. Then again and again until his nose and mouth are bleeding. Then she pulls out a gun and starts examining it.) 

R: Woah, wait. 

N: Pretty isn’t it? (She cocks it and sits straddling on his lap.) Now open wide.

R: What? No, oh Jesus Christ. 

N: That’s right. I want you to suck it. (She puts it to his lips which stay shut.) Open your fucking mouth or I’ll blow your pretty little head off. (He opens his lips and she puts the gun in his mouth. He gags around it.) Oh, that’s it. Take it baby. Now look at me. (She thrusts the gun in and out of his mouth. He gags and groans.) You just better hope I don’t ask you to swallow. (She keeps going until he almost throws up.) We gotta work on that gag reflex. 

R: Please. (She shoves the gun back in.)

N: What’s the matter Roman? Not so confident out here? I thought you wanted to play a real game. Are you having fun yet? Cause I’ll tell you, I’m having a blast right now. (She pulls the gun out of his mouth, stands and steps back pointing the gun at his chest.) You know what would be a real blast?

R: No, please! Oh fuck. 

N: Beg me. 

R: What?

N: You heard me. Beg me to spare your pitiful life. 

R: Please, Nan. 

N: (She slaps him.) Don’t say my name. 

R: Please don’t kill me. I know what I did was wrong but I’m begging you please, please don’t kill me. Please.

N: Please who?

R: Please… Majesty?

N: That’s right. (She pushes the chair back with him, it falls to the ground, his knees now up in the air. She steps on his chest with her high heel.) I own your ass now. What you’re doing is so illegal, and beyond that so utterly disgusting. If word got out about it, with irrefutable proof, well that would fuck up your entire life. Your family's lives, the company, everything. You’ll go to jail and your legacy will be wiped away with people now only thinking of you as that pervert who put people in a video game. And I just so happen to have that proof. And I have back ups of it and back ups of the back ups. Plus a safety plan in place where I plug in a different specific password every day or all that info gets sent worldwide. So don’t think about trying to kill me because you’d be fucked. Don’t try to think about ever forcing me to type it either. I can type the wrong keyword and that would also trigger the information to be sent as well. The first one is only a few minutes away. I thought about just exposing you right away, but I decided it would be more fun to have you be my slave now, see how you like it for a change. So from now on you will do everything I ask without argument or hesitation. In public you address me as Ms. Cole, in private, as your majesty. Oh, only a minute left now. So what do you say, do you agree to be my slave? (Presses in her heel harder until he groans.) Do you… submit? (Holding the phone screen towards him so he can see the counter going down.) 

R: Fine, yes. 

N: I want to hear you say it properly. 

R: I submit myself to you, your Majesty. (Nan smiles and types in the keyword and shows him the screen again.)

N: Excellent. (She steps off his chest and over him, then sits straddling him and puts the gun to his throat.) Just wait until you see what I’m going to make you do. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it. (She moves the gun down his chest and onto his dick. She rubs his dick through his pants with the barrel of the gun.) See this is how you play a game. You failed to get the Nanette in the real world to do anything you wanted. Said what you couldn’t do is make her your slave. Well I’ve made the real you my slave. I also outsmarted you and escaped your game by doing something you thought was impossible. I think that means I win… on all accounts. (She kisses him and stands.) There's a few more people who have a bone to pick with you. (She goes to the door and lets all the others in, everyone but Greg.) Stand him up. (Frank and Walton go and lift him and the chair to the upright position.) 

R: They all have merged consciousness’s too?

Shania: That’s right asshole. (She punches him.)

Frank: We remember every fucked up thing you ever did to us. (He punches him.)

Eleana: Fuck you. (She kicks him in the balls.) 

Lacey: Go to hell bastard. (Punches him in the stomach.)

Kabir: Second that. (Punches him in the stomach again.)

Walton: I don’t even know what words can express the magnitude of the fuck you you derseve. So I’ll let my fists do the talking. (He hits him, then again and again.) 

N: All right, that's enough. We want him conscious. Cause here’s where it gets fun. Can you hear me Roman? Because I want you to process this. I figured out how to replicate your version of the game. I have it here and I’ve encoded it with a copy of you already. Now I’m going to have a Roman doll all to myself to play with. But who wants to be the only one playing a game? So I’ve made one for all of us. A personal you to have at our disposal to do whatever we want to. There will be several versions of you suffering endlessly while you suffer here. (She walks up to him and grabs his chin, making him look at her.) Tomorrow you will announce that you have to step away from the company for personal reasons. You will legally appoint me the new CEO of the company and I’ll take over for you. I’ll also take this house. You’ll fire the staff, except the cook, and you can take care of everything around here for me. Your days will now be spent doing chores around my house, doing demeaning tasks and waiting for my next command. Is that clear?

R: Yes majesty.

N: Good. I recommend you get a really good night's rest in that chair. Because tomorrow, the real games begin. 

(Section 3: Part 5) - Pay Back (ALL PARTS IN THE GAME)

BEGINNING *Warnings

(Roman wakes up in the throne room in the game. He has black slacks on over briefs and nothing else.)

R: Oh god dammit. (He looks around the large throne room and checks the doors. They’re all locked keeping him in the room. He paces for a while then goes to sit on the throne. The sound and lights change and Nan appears.)

N: Hello lover. Welcome back to the game. (She starts up the stairs.) It really is a beautiful world you’ve created. You’re going to be able to experience it like never before now. Isn’t it wild how fucking realistic it is from your perspective? Like you’re not even in a game at all. (She gets to the top.) That’s my throne you’re sitting on. (He just looks at her nonchalantly.) Stand up. (He doesn’t.) Mm. Your choice but I would stand up if I were you. (She holds up three fingers.) You have three, two, one. (He stands up as she snaps and tiny needles emerge over the whole throne.) Whew, good call. (She snaps and the throne goes back to normal before she sits. She looks him over a moment.) I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re here. Your queen has addressed you, you should respond?

R: Thank you, your majesty.  

N: I am your queen here and I do like hearing you call me your majesty. Though I’d enjoy hearing you call me something else more. From now on you will address me as what I am to you. Your Mistress. Is that understood?

R: Yes… Mistress. (The word coming out strained.)

N: Excellent. Let’s toast to your arrival slave. (She snaps and two glasses of champagne appear in her hand. She gives one to him.) Cheers. (They clink glasses then she takes a sip as he chugs the whole thing.) You and I are going to have a lot of fun together. (She stands, takes his glass and puts both glasses on the arm of the throne. She looks back to him and puts her hand at the top of his chest and runs it down his lower abdomen. She keeps her hand on him as she walks around him.) You know you were right. (She moves her fingers in little swirling patterns over his chest.) We are more alike than I admitted. I do get pleasure from the idea of torturing you in this world. You were also right that I like it rough. (She digs in her nails painfully at the top of his chest and drags them down, leaving scratches and making him groan.) You’re about to find out just how much. You know whats crazy? When you discovered my search history you never even considered which person I was imagining myself as. You just assumed it was the submissive one. Funny enough, it’s actually both. I do enjoy a powerful man who knows how to take charge, but I also enjoy forcing them to crawl around on the floor and beg at my feet. You are going to be my slave now. Anything I ask of you, you will eagerly oblige to. Any disobedience will be gravely punished. Is that understood?

R: Yes. (She slaps him across the face.) Mistress. 

N: Good. Let’s start with you groveling on your knees. (He doesn’t move so she snaps her fingers. It’s like he has been whacked in the back of the knees with a bat, making him fall to them.) Now, tell me you are nothing and your only purpose is pleasing me.

R: (Under his breath.) Fuck you. 

N: What was that?

R: (He looks right at her.) Fuck. You. 

N: Say it again. 

R: Fuck… (He’s cuts off when she snaps and he starts yelping and jerking around, looking down at his pants. It’s like something is shocking his dick. It stops after 5 seconds.) What the hell was that?

N: That was one of your nifty little wristbands. Except yours, as you just figured out, is strapped around your dick instead. Clever idea. A nice, clean shock is the perfect warning system. Now what was it that you were saying? 

R: Fuck you… (He’s cut off again, he doubles over on the floor crouching inwards as the shocking goes on for 10 seconds.) 

N: Each time it shocks you it will go for 5 seconds longer than the previous time. So did you have something to say?

R: Yes. (He spits out then sits up on his knees again.) I am worthless and my only purpose is pleasing you. 

N: (She pats his head.) Good boy. I know. It’ll take time to accept your new situation, but you’ll get used to it.  (She looks at him biting the edge of her thumb, clearly thinking.) 

R: What are you thinking about?

N: Just trying to decide what I want to make you do first. I’ve got it. You should be kissing the ground I walk on. So follow me but stay on your hands and knees and every few seconds kiss the ground as you go. Understand? (He grumbles. She snaps and his band starts and shocks him for 15 seconds.) I didn’t catch what you said before so make sure to speak up and don’t forget to address me properly. 

R: Yes Mistress. 

N: Good. Now come along. (She walks slowly, down the stairs and out of the room, checking back often to make sure he’s obeying at one point walking backwards to watch him. She leads him to the play room.) Kiss my feet then you may stand. (He does, then stands.) A lot of memories in here, huh? Ready to make some new ones? Hmm?

R: Yes Mistress. 

N: Come here. (She holds out her hand and he walks to her. She starts touching his chest again before sliding her hands down his arms.) Arms up. (He raises them, she keeps her hands on his wrists. Once he raises his arms, she secures his first hand in one of the cuffs hanging from the ceiling above his head. She locks it tight, making sure it cuts into his wrists. He groans.) Oh sorry baby, is that too tight?

R: Yes.

N: Good. (She latches the other cuff the same way. She slides her hands back down his arms and chest, down to his abdomen. She looks at him as she undoes his pants. She pulls them and his briefs down and off him and throws them to the side. She stands and starts circling him again, her hand on him. She pauses behind him to reach up his arms and down his back, feeling his muscles. She keeps going, squeezing his ass. Then she reaches around and touches from his legs up to his hips before she walks back in front of him.) Mm. You really are very beautiful. I don’t mind admitting it. You see, though, I like my men when they’re bruised, cut and bloody. Something about that is just so hot. So I’m going to keep a steady stream of injuries on you so that you can always look pretty for me. (She punches him hard across the face. He looks at her angrily and she punches him again and again. Blood starts to come from his nose.) Oh there it is, that’s lovely. Let’s do a little more, mark up that nice face. I’ve always found a split lip quite sexy. (She grabs a knife and makes a little notch on the side of his bottom lip.) Perfect. Now I think you need one by your eye to even it out. (She gives him a little gash by his eye, that leaves a little stream of blood down the side of his face.) Mmm what a sight. (She punches him again.) It's dripping all over your chest too. Let's add a little more color there. (She makes a few little cuts in different places over his torso.) Mmm. (She runs her finger over a few of the cuts. Then she snaps and a joint and lighter appear in her hands. She lights it and takes a drag.) You want? (He opens his mouth in response and she holds it up for him to take a hit. She takes another hit then gives him a second. (She then flicks on the lighter and looks at the flame then back to him. She moves it closer to him.)

R: No, no no, no. No! (She moves the lighter in more and holds it close to his skin a moment before putting the flame against his skin on the side of his chest. He screams. She removes it after a few seconds.) 

N: Oh ouch, that looks terrible. Does it hurt?

R: Yes. Fuck.

N: Oh sorry. But you know what, it looks lonely there on its own. I think it needs a friend. (She flicks on the lighter and holds it to a different part of his chest as he screams.) Mmm. (She burns him again.) There now that could be a picture. (She gives him another drag.)

R: Why are you doing this? I thought you said you were actually happy in the end!

N: You're talking about what I told you when I was powerless in your prison? Can you believe I wasn’t being totally truthful with you?

R: What about the sex? You know the sex was good.

N: You mean when you were raping me?

R: This is bullshit. You loved what I did to you. You would never have found the courage to explore that part of yourself without me. You wouldn’t be this person you are now if it weren't for me. You should be thanking me.

N: I did enjoy the sex you’re right. I discovered I like power too. And maybe I did need a push to explore that part of myself. What I didn’t need was a complete lack of consent and my life to be taken over and led by a sadistic, egomaniac asshole. Now it’s your turn to experience what it’s like to have no control whats so ever over your own life. So back to it. (She burns him again.) You’re looking so beautiful already. I would leave it there but I have this thing about symmetry so your back needs a little attention too. (She grabs a whip.) Let’s go with 10 lashes this time. You count out loud, otherwise I’ll forget where I’m at and just keep going. (She steps behind him and starts to whip him. He groans and counts after each one.) Well done. (She rubs her hand over his back, now covered in deep marks, making him flinch. She walks back in front of him and puts her hand on the side of his head, stroking his cheek and pushing his hair back out of his face.) All right. I think that’s enough for tonight. (He sighs slightly and she offers him the joint again and leaves it in his mouth.) One last thing I want to leave you with. (She suddenly grabs his cock and starts jerking him off until he has an erection then stops.) There we go. I like the idea of you all hot and bothered with no way to relieve yourself. Good night, love. Exit game. (She leaves. The temperature slowly starts to rise, leaving him sweating and boiling and still hard.)

BITING (See warnings + She bites his dick off and makes him suck it. GRAPHIC.)

(Roman is still strung up naked, with his wrists in chains attached to the ceiling. He’s been there since the previous night and the cuffs have cut into his wrists so much they are now bleeding. The temperature is still high, he is soaked in sweat. He realized Nan must have altered his code too because he is starving. Nan appears.)

N: Hello Roman. Jesus it’s hot in here. (She snaps and the temp cools down instantly, he exhales in relief.) Whew, so other than enjoying some time in the heat, how was your day?

R: Just peachy Mistress. How was your day?

N: I had a lovely day. This morning the appointment was made and I am the official new CEO of Godfrey Games. I have you as a shiny new toy to play with. Plus as we speak, the real you is scrubbing every floor in my whole house using a toothbrush wearing nothing but briefs and a silly little apron. So, yeah, I’m feeling pretty good. 

R: Glad to hear it Mistress. 

N: Yes, well. (She starts to run her hands over the various wounds on his chest. He tries not to but flinches when she goes over some spots.) What should we do today? (She presses firmly on one of the cuts, making it bleed again.) Hmm?

R: No more pain. Mistress, please. (There is an unusual softness to his voice.)

N: Oh, no. Baby, shhh. It’s ok. I’m going to make you feel good. (She licks up the side of his neck as he flinches. She kisses down his chest then starts going down on him. She stops for a second, still stroking him with her hand.) Mmm. Remember the first time I did this and I bit down on your dick. (She laughs.) I mean it was barely a nibble but still. This is what I really wanted to do that day. (She continues sucking him off.)

R: What? What are you going to do? Get off me! (She then bites down hard on his dick. He screams and squirms as she continues. She pulls away and they look at his bleeding dick.) Oh ouch. (She grabs him and jerks him off, causing grunts of pain.) Now I apologize. This next part is going to be more unpleasant. (She squeezes his dick painfully hard.) For you. (She continues jerking him off.) I’m going to bite your dick completely off with my teeth now.

R: Oh god no. Please, no. 

N: God can’t save you, I’m your god now.

R: Please don’t do this Mistress! Please!

N: Don’t worry, I’ll give you a new one. (She whispers in his ear.) But you’re going to fucking feel it. 

R: (She kneels again.) No. Stop. Oh fuck. Please! Don’t, please! Please!

N: Mmm, you said it so many times, all I can hear is, open wide. Should I swallow it as well? Hell maybe I’ll fucking saute it and we can enjoy it together. 

R: God, no please! That’s psychotic.

N: I know. It is, isn’t it? You really fucked with the wrong person. (She continues to suck him off.)

R: Wait! Wait! Look I’m sorry ok? (She stops, stands and listens to him.) I’m sorry about what I did to you. I shouldn’t have. I mean it. It's not ok. And you were right. Everyone deserves their freedom and I took that from you. I acted selfishly. I admit it and I’m sorry, honestly. I get it. Whatever my reasons, it doesn’t make it right. I know it was wrong and I made a choice, but I truly, truly, truly regret what I did. You have no idea. I’m begging you, not for forgiveness, but just for you to be the bigger person here. Think about it, if you do this then you’re just like me and you don't want to be like me. Please Mistress, I’m begging you! (She looks at him emotionally for a moment as if considering his words, then bursts out laughing.)

N: Wow, that was a great speech. Well done. I bet you’ve been rehearsing that all day haven't you? But let's unpack all that shall we? You’re not really sorry about what you did to me. Not at all. If I hadn’t outsmarted you and gotten out you would still be happily fucking me every day. No, you’re sorry that you’re in this situation where you are finally facing the consequences for your actions. Now about what you said that if I do this then I’m like you. First of all that’s fucking bullshit. You brought me into your world for no reason at all other than for you to live out your fucked up fantasies. I’ve brought you here to get pay back. For stealing my life, raping me endlesly, making me demean myself for your entertainment. So this does not make me like you. And second of all, even if it did, I’m ok with that if it means I get to make you suffer. So, you ready baby? (She smiles wide, then drops to her knees again and starts sucking him off again. He protests then screams as she bites his dick off and spits it out into her hand. She stands and waves it in front of him.) Wow, would look at that. (He’s still screaming. She holds it up to his lips.) Now it’s your turn. Open wide. (He looks at her in shock, but closes his lips shut, still groaning through the pain as he tries to move his head away.) Come on. I’m not going to make you eat it but you are going to suck it. Come on, awww, here comes the plane. Vroom. (He keeps moving his head away, making un-uh sounds.) If you don’t suck it I will make you eat it. You can watch as I put it in a blender and turn it into mush. Then I’ll force it down your throat. (He makes a little gagging sound.) So what’ll it be? (He reluctantly opens his mouth. She shoves it in and starts moving it in and out as he groans.) Oh that’s it baby. Yeah, just like that. That’s a good boy. (A mixture of the pain, the knowledge his dick is in his mouth and the taste of blood on it, along with it hitting his uvula makes him throw up. She pulls it out as he spits up on the floor.) Ugh what a mess. Pathetic. (She shoves the penis back into his mouth and continues til he’s making the motions of needing to puke again. She removes it before he does. He coughs and catches his breath.)

R: Please. (He quietly sobs.) Please, Mistress, have mercy. Please!

N: Since you asked so nicely, alright. (She snaps and his penis is returned to his body. He sighs in relief. She snaps and his wrists are released from the ceiling and he collapses to the floor.) Oh baby. You must be exhausted. Come and lay down. (She goes to him and helps him up and over to the bed. He flops down onto it. She curls in beside him then snaps. He flinches as a bottle of whiskey, joint and lighter appear. She offers him the bottle.) Drink? (He takes a big swig as she lights the joint. Then he watches apprehensively as she flicks the lighter and watches the flame, running her fingers over it a few times. He relaxes when she sets it to the side table. She trades him the joint for the bottle and takes a drink. He takes a hit, his breath shaky when he exhales it.) You feeling ok baby? Believe it or not I actually went easy on you. One of the ways I found to pass the time was by thinking of different things to do to your cock. I also thought of at least one each time you fucked me. By the end I really had to start getting creative to think of new ideas. Some of my favorites I came up with were: Slice it into fours and peel it like a banana, squeeze it so hard it just fucking pops, baste it with acid and watch it slowly dissolve, stick 1000 needles into it or insert a maggot egg through the tip, wait for it to hatch then watch the maggots eat their way out from the inside. That’s just a few though. I’ll make you a list and you can read it when you get bored.

R: Oh fuck. (He starts silently sobbing again.) 

N: Hey. No, it’s ok. Shh. (She brushes his hair out of his face and the tears off his cheeks.) So long as you stay on my good side you have nothing to worry about. As a show of good faith you can keep the bottle of whiskey and the joint. 

R: Thank you, Mistress. Might I also, maybe, have some food too please?

N: That’s right. I almost forgot I programmed you to get hungry like normal. Your stomach must be grumbling. Well it can keep grumbling. It won’t actually hurt your health or anything but it’ll feel miserable. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll give you a chance to earn some food. I have to go but I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Roman. (She leans into him and gives him a kiss on the cheek.) Exit game. 

EATING OUT *Warnings

(It’s the next night. She's been torturing him for an hour. He has his pants but is still shirtless. His hands and wrists are tied to the bed and currently she's playing with a knife.)

N: I love seeing how hard you try and fight it before you give in and moan for me. (She makes a painful cut and he groans.) Yeah, just like that. It’s so hot. 

R: No more, Mistress. Please, please. 

N: But I was just starting to have fun. 

R: Please. I’ll do anything you want, just no more pain. 

N: Enough begging. We can take a break from the pain and why don’t you put your mouth to work doing what it does best. (She snaps and his ties are released from the bed. She rolls over and pulls her dress up spreading her legs. She is already naked underneath.) 

R: You mean? 

N: That’s right. (He moves and hovers over her, looking at her.) I’ll warn you, I’m really horny so this might take a while. I’ll let you know how I feel after an hour or so.

R: An hour? (She pushes his head between her legs. He starts eating her out without much enthusiasm.)

N: Mmm. And don’t get lazy either. Eat like your life depends on it. (He gets a little more into it.) Come on, I know for a fact you can do better than that. How about this? If you eat me out well enough then I’ll finally give you some food to eat afterward. But you have to really please me. (He picks up his rhythm, starting to do the tricks he normally would as he slides his hand up to her breast.) Mmm. Oh yeah. Just like that. (He continues until she has an orgasm. He lays down beside her on the bed as they both catch their breath.)

R: So, are you pleased? 

N: I am. That was lovely. 

R: I’m happy I could be of assistance. Now how about that food Mistress?

N: Hold on. I said I was pleased, not finished. I’m accustomed to having more than one orgasm at a time. Besides, three is a lucky number. So get down there and do this two more times, then you can eat. 

R: Yes, Mistress. (He crawls back between her legs and starts again. He makes her come twice more.) 

N: Wow, you’ve really out done yourself. I feel amazing.

R: I aim to please. Now, I would be grateful for that food. I feel like my stomach is eating itself. Please Mistess. (Nan has closed her eyes and gone still, she doesn’t respond and appears to be sleeping.) Mistress? Mistress? Oh you’ve got to be kidding. (She suddenly giggles.)

N: Yeah I am kidding. Of course you can have some food. You definitely earned it. (She snaps her fingers and a bowl of penne noodles with ground beef and sauce plus a roll on a side plate appear on the floor on a mat.) There. Have at it. 

R: You don’t mean for me to..

N: Eat on the floor like a dog. Yes I do. 

R: Please Nan. (She snaps her fingers and his dickband is activated and shocks him.) Please Mistress. I just went above and beyond for you. You can't leave me a little dignity? 

N: You were happy enough when I was made to degrade myself in countless ways for your amusement. Now it’s my turn. So if you really are starving you can get down there and eat. Otherwise I will be out of here in a few minutes and I’ll be taking the food with me. (He gets down on the floor. Rather than let her humiliate him, he treats it as a seduction. He keeps eye contact with her as he leans down and takes a bite with his mouth. He sits up and licks his lips.)

R: Does this make you happy?

N: Mmm. Hope you enjoy. (He continues to eat as she watches, his face getting covered in red sauce.) All right, I have to be off now. I have an early morning tomorrow. Can’t be late now that I’m the head of the company. Enjoy your meal. Goodnight love. Exit game. (He sighs and attempts to pick the bowl off the floor but it’s stuck to it. He scoffs and finishes eating using his hands.)

CHEERS *Warnings

(Roman is tied spread eagle on the bed. He is shirtless and covered in wounds, several just made. Nan is listening to music as she tortures him. The song changes.)

N: Oh I love this song. (She starts sensually dancing.) I’m sure this is how you had hoped I’d dance when putting on that ridiculous fucking show for you. (She does a little strip tease to taunt him. He’s too scared and hurt to be turned on. She stops and goes to sit on her knees on the bed and lean over him so her face is right above his. Then she starts to run a finger down his chest. He slightly flinches with her touch.) So what do you think? Is it everything you imagined? (She continues running her hand down his chest, then over his pants onto his soft dick. She keeps her hand on it as she looks up at him. She makes an overly dramatic whining sound.) What? You don’t think I’m pretty?

R: What? No, no. Of course I do. I thought you wouldn’t want me to get hard while watching you, that’s all. (She sits up and lets go of him.)

N: Hmm, well I do. So go on, get hard. Now. 

R: I can’t do it on command. 

N: Sure you can. Just picture my dance. You have 5, 4…

R: What? Oh my god, I can’t. 

N: 3, 2…

R: I’m trying Mistress please. 

N: 1. Times up. (She reaches her hand down to feel he’s still soft.) Tsk-tsk. You’re being a bad boy. (She slaps him across the face then starts to choke him with both hands and leans in close.) I could take everything from you. Right now. (She licks quickly up over his lips then lets go of his throat and sits up.) But I only wish to give. (He catches his breath.) 

R: What do you mean wish to give? What do you want from me?

N: Well I really do want you to get hard. Because we’re actually going to fuck now. But if you can’t handle that, we can just go back to the pain. 

R: No! Uh, I know I was a bad boy, but I promise I’ll be a good boy if you give me another chance. I just need a minute, please Mistress.

N: Yeah alright. One more chance and one minute only. Better get started. (She snaps and a minute counter starts going down.)

R: Ah fuck, ok. (He closes his eyes and knits his brows, clearly trying to think of something sexy. 15 seconds go by.) 

N: It’s not looking good. Here I’ll be nice and help you out. (She starts kissing him, then straddles him and starts dry humping him while continuing to kiss him. She feels him start getting hard.) Mmm, there you go. Keep going. (She kisses down his neck and chest. The timer goes off.) Ahh, well let’s see if you succeeded. (She reaches down and feels his now hard cock over his pants.) Oh well, it seems you are a good boy. (She undoes his pants and slides them and his briefs down then starts slowly stroking his cock.) 

R: Is this a trick or something? Please, I can't deal with the pain anymore. 

N: No tricks. (She straddles him then sits down on his cock. He groans. She starts slowly fucking him.) Though to be clear this is about my pleasure, not yours. So don’t even think about coming until I say we’re done. If you fail and can’t put your cock to good use for me, then I might just have to try out one of those other ideas I had for it. Understand? 

R: Yes, Mistress. 

N: Good. (She continues fucking him for a while.) Mmm. Your turn. (She snaps and his restraints are released.) Now continue being a good boy and fuck me properly. (He looks at her apprehensively.) Go on. I’m telling you to touch me. To fuck me. (He reluctantly and slowly moves over her then strokes her hair before leaning in. He pauses and looks at her, she nods. He gently kisses her, then puts it back in and starts to slowly fuck her.)

N: Is that all you’ve got? I like it rough, remember? Over this past week you’ve wanted to hurt me right? Wanted to kill me? That’s good. Use that. You can take out all your frustrations on me through fucking me. (He suddenly wraps his hands in her hair, before yanking her head back. Then he kisses her forcefully, before kissing down her neck.) 

R: Is that what you want?

N: Mm-hm. Fuck me like you want to destroy me and consume every inch of me at the same time. That is the one thing you always promised you were good for after all. (He starts thrusting into her harder. Lifting one leg over his shoulder and wrapping his hand around her throat. She groans and smiles as he chokes her. He continues, moving on from choking her to pulling her hair, digging his nails into her arms, biting her. A while after he pulls her to the side of the bed and flips her over. He strokes his cock over her folds a few times before putting it back in and grabbing her hips painfully tight, nails digging in and continuing doggy style. He starts circling her clit with one hand. Some time after, he lifts her from the bed, her legs wrapping around him and he slams her into the wall hard. She groans in pain then smiles at him as he kisses her neck then bites it as he continues fucking her against the wall. He fucks her into her climax. She moans and spasms as she comes. He is still inside her holding her up against the wall.)

N: Oh fuck. That was incredible. Well done. 

R: May I come now Mistress? 

N: Yes but not inside me or even fucking near me. Come into that cup on the table over there if you must. (He puts her down then finishes into the cup.) Good boy. Now drink it. 

R: Oh, no, please. 

N: I swallowed who knows how much of your cum. You’re going to get accustomed to the feeling as well. The taste and texture as it slides down your throat. I won’t lie, it’s a rather unpleasant experience. Now go on. 

R: (He lifts it to his lips then almost gags.) Please, I can’t Mistress!

N: Of course you can. My advice, take it like a shot. (He goes to drink it but pulls the glass back, gagging.) Oh, don’t be a baby. Women do this every fucking day and several gay men too. Down the hatch. (He glares at her then pinches his nose and drinks it as fast as possible. He finishes the glass then coughs.) I know, right? Like I said, unpleasant. But you made it through. Here come have some wine. (She hands him a glass and takes one of her own. He goes to take a sip.) Wait. (He pauses.) Cheers. (She holds up her glass.) To you being my good little slave… forever. (Roman flashes her look like he wants to tear her apart before raising his glass back.) 

R: Cheers Mistress. (They drink.)

(She continues playing the game each day. Torturing him or making him workout for her to watch or pretend to be a dog or fuck her, etc… All for her entertainment. Maybe even bringing in a 2nd Roman to give her twice the pleasure. ;) She is thriving as the new CEO of Godfrey Games and commands the real Roman as her slave too. All is well for Nan. All is hell for Roman.)

{The real Roman and Nan maybe get into some kind of fucked up relationship at some point.}

THE END. <3 Hope you enjoyed it!

(Let me know if you’d be interested in more scenes in the playroom. Or scenes about the real Nan and Roman starting a fucked up relationship.)