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It doesn’t take me too long to choose. The promise of actual magic sounds appealing, but the risk seems just way too high. Giving her even a chance of power will make my life a living hell. I would probably constantly wonder if she is trying to make some kind of bargain right now, which sounds like a road towards paranoia and (a greater) lack of sleep.

And though I probably could’ve build some kind of alert that would tell me if she’s near, this isn’t one of those erotic power fantasies where no matter what the main hero always gets ahead in the end! No, this is real life, god damn it! And bad things happen in real life!

So option A it is.

Next morning I wake up to the bliss of a quiet morning, with no notification to bother my sleep. I revel in the bliss full night’s sleep… then take a glance at the clock and bolt out the door like a cat away from a loud sound. I am 20 minutes late. Fuck.

“Mister Rangerson. How nice of you to grace us with your presence.” It’s never a good day when your manager is waiting for you in the changing room. Worse yet if it’s Stella with a pleasant smile and malice behind her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“No need for excuses. We both already know that you are not long for our little family. Why, I’m pleasantly surprised that you are still working. Are you sure you want this job?” I nod. “Then I expect you on time, every time, until we- how to put it?- resolve our other problem. Otherwise, we might have to push that resolution forward. Am I clear?”

“Crystal.” And just like that she let go of my metaphorical balls and marches back to her layer.

Alright. Relax. This is probably going to be the worst thing to happen today.

I try not to breathe so as to not puncture my throat on the knife edge. It takes me a while to even understand the situation, let alone realize what Lucy is saying. Alright. One thing at a time.

I began working like usual, with Lucy being no help at all. Except today she kept looking strangely at me. Oh, right. I had chosen that trait with the magic book. The one that needed my semen for any spell to “work”. I remember thinking that she is going to ask for it sooner than later. So I wasn’t surprised when she asked for “help” in the **** storage…

And then she slammed me into the wall and pulled a knife on me. “C- can you repeat that?” I dare to ask. “My ears’ still. R- ringing.”

She lets a heavy tension filled sigh out of her puffy black lips. “I said. There are no cameras here. No one ever goes here. And it’s soundproofed for some reason. So scream all you like, but make a wrong move and I will have to clean up a body.”

I try to swallow but the pain from my neck persuades me against that. “A- an- wha- Why?!”

She scowls at this, almost looking like a vampire who’s going to feast on my soul. It wasn’t far from the truth. “I’m going to give you condoms, you are going to fill them with your seed. Simple, right?”

I blink, trying to feign surprise and confusion. Which wasn’t hard all things considered. “Bu- I’m- No- Get hard from this?!”

And then I felt bliss like no other. Her hand moving over my crouch. The feeling of soft pressure through several layers of fabric. Like an angel’s feather promising heaven and treacherously revealing the fact that I indeed am hard from this situation.

It disappears just as quickly as it came, replaced by 3 condoms in my face. “Get to work, lowlife.”

No. That whimper is not mine. I don’t know what you are talking about. The trousers fall in a few seconds, my boxers follow soon after. The treacherous little man bouncing in the non existent wind. At least I got to see Lucy surprised by its size before my ****. No micropenis here. Just 18 cm of pure meat.

And that’s a problem. The condoms are a size too small. Rolling the first one down my length is like putting my dick in a vice. Still, with no other option I’ve done what had to be done. I grab my plastic wrapped shaft and move down-

RIIIIP.

“Oh damn you! Can’t you do anything right? Rip another one and we’ll have a problem.”

I attempt to calm my panicked breathing. Hyperventilating, I ask the only question that might save my life. “You- Youuu! Need my d- d- dick in them o- r. Or m-m-my cum?”

“Seed only. So stop screwing around!”

I unrol another condom, using one hand to keep it at my head, while the other begins it’s rhythmic motions. It is at that point I realize that fear for my life, while being a powerful aphrodisiac is not a good fap material. I jerk and jerk, but we can be here all day and not get anywhere. So I do the stupidest thing I am capable of.

I look at Lucy.

Black hair, but the roots are growing red. Emerald eyes looking so intently at my crotch with not a hint of lust in them. Softly bitten lower lip. A choker.

I imagine her on a leash, begging for mercy, trying to get away, but simply **** herself. I imagine swinging a whip and drawing a line on her pale ass, a yelp of pain escaping her lips. I imagine grabbing her legs and forcing my hardness into her. I imagine hearing her pleas for forgiveness turn to an outcry of a hungry slut, unable to come to terms with what she wants until you break through the facade. I imagine pulling on her leash as she begs for more. I-

She turns. Here eyes meet mine. She reflexively steps back, mouth parting, ireces widening.

And I cum to this picture of reflexive submission.

I fall on the ground, my legs unable to support me. My sperm surges out of my urethra, most of it getting into the condom, but some getting on my shaking fingers. In moments my hands hold a sizable balloon of white jello. I tie it off and offer it to Lucy, still slightly shocked by whatever she's seen in my eyes. A beat passes in silence.

“Al- ahem! Alright! Get the last one done!” Lucy finally says as she takes my life’s work.

I try to focus on her, my head swimming from the ordeal. “There is such a thing as refractory period. Give me 20 minutes.”

“Fuck that! You-” She stops as I look at her again, but even I can tell it’s more of a pitiful gaze. “Arg! Fine! But I want the other one tomorrow! And no fake stuff! I’ll know!” Somehow the condom is gone from her hands already. Freaking girl fu: hide a thing while having no pockets in a blink of an eye.

She moves to the door, before stopping and speaking up once more. “Oh. And I might need more if this works out. So you’ll keep quiet and get me your semen, and I might just tell Stella that I want you around. Understand?” I nod. “Good boy!”

Meta time. I apologize for taking this long. At first I lost interest and started writing something else. Then that something else turned into an example of my best work and consumed my interest. Then I finally found courage to try my hand at running a payed game of DnD. And now with the second piece having inspiration troubles and DnD taking a lot of my energy I needed something else to depress.

And HEY! I have this story branch I really wanted to keep writing! So here we have it.

I can't promise consistent updates. But I am not giving up on this project. Not yet anyway.