RPG Horror Story

"Zaleria will attack the fire giant." I say, rolling the dice, getting two hits and a critical, "then she will action surge to get another three attacks." I roll the dice and get three more hits. I'm the only girl in this D&D group, but these guys are mostly pretty chill. They definitely have the hots for me, but they don't make it my problem. Except for Craig. Craig flirts constantly. In and out of character.

I count up the damage. "Okay, re-rolling the 1's, that's a total of 86 slashing, another 60 from great weapon master, zero fire damage cuz of those damn resistances; but thanks to Bardiya's holy weapon, we get a whopping 92 radiant damage for a grand total of 238 damage"

"Holy shit, Joss," Brad says. He's playing Bardiya the Cleric of Tyr, it's his holy weapon that's done a big chunk of that damage. "It was worth saving that surge for this."

"Yeah..." Zac says, the forever DM of our group, he's a little mad that he didn't get to play more with his giant boss, we can see the look on his face, he's weighing up whether he should add some HP or just give us the one shot kill. "Dude, you do ridiculous damage."

"Couldn't have done it without Brad. Holy weapon is SOOO damn good. Shame the haste got dispelled." I say, giving Brad a high five.

"Scylax will walk up to Zaleria, giving her a congratulatory pat on the butt," Craig says, smirking at me the whole time, "and say 'Damn Zal, you look so sexy when you're destroying monsters.' and then he will cast detect magic and start looking for treasure."

"...Thanks, Scy. I guess." I reply awkwardly. I suppose I should explain at this point, that I am what you might call "Classically attractive." I'm 19, 5'8, bronze-skinned, with an athletic figure. I work out, eat right, and even if I say so myself, I'm pretty damn hot. Craig, on the other hand, is not. He's an overweight 35-year-old, I suspect a virgin, who gives off those "nice guy" vibes, if you know what I mean. His hygiene is honestly terrible, there's always a faint smell of B.O., and on really hot days; You can sort of smell the ass sweat.

He's not great-looking either, but that's not as much of an issue for me as you might think. If he showered every day, and maybe made an effort to get active, I'd at the very least give him a shot. No joke. There are times when he's genuinely funny, and that's the main thing I look for in a partner. It's the other stuff that turns me off.

We wrap up the session, thanking Zac for a great game. Craig asks to speak to me in private, so I ask if he wants to walk home together. He agrees, and we say our goodbyes and head off home. I can guess what's coming, but I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt and as we walk in silence for a while, I hear him psyche himself up.

"I like you." he says, "you know, like - like"

"I sort of had an idea that you might, Scylax isn't subtle, you know?" I say the last part as a joke, trying to defuse the tension. "Look, I'm going to be totally honest with you, okay?"

"So, it's a no." He says, slumping his shoulders and letting his head hang low.

"I'm sorry, but it is. Don't get me wrong, I think you can be really funny, and I do really like hanging out with you. I think you're a great player, too." I say, placing a hand on his shoulder to try and console him, "I know that's not what you wanted to hear."

"I should have known. Guys like me don't ever get to have girls like you."

Urgh, here comes the pity party. "I'm sure you'll find someone when the time is right," I say, unaware that this was not the right thing to say. Craig launches into a tirade of insults and degrading, borderline psychotic rants about how women like me are cruel, heartless cockteases. He storms off and I continue my walk home alone, wondering if the game will survive.

I'd never admit it to him, or anyone in that group, but the things Craig said to me; well, it made me horny. The moment I get home, I pull my laptop out of my bag and immediately load up pornhub. The guys would flip if they knew how kinky I was. Sometimes I fantasise about telling them. Turning up to a game wearing nothing but a trenchcoat and a slave collar. Telling them 'I'm yours to command'. I'd never do that, but gods does the idea of it get me wet.

I pull up a BDSM vid, some girl tied to a scaffold being fucked hard by a dom, and start sliding my fingers over my slick cunt. I imagine everyone's expression as I take the coat off, feeling their eyes on my nakedness. The body I work so hard to maintain; theirs for whatever purpose they can think of. The highest roll gets a blowjob. Oh fuck, I feel myself pushing closer. Then I think about Craig, his cheeto-crusted fingers beckoning me over to him. 'Natural 20' he says as he forces my head onto his disgusting cock. I cum right then and seriously question my sanity in the post-nut clarity.

I get an email the following day from Craig. "Hey Joss, listen I'm sorry as hell for last night. I guess I really thought that you liked me, the way you always laugh at my jokes (Except what I understand now must seem like creepy ones). I do really, really like you, and I get that you don't feel the same, but it was really difficult to build up the courage to say something, and I guess I lashed out because I felt insecure. I'm sorry. Can we please, please stay friends?"

It was unexpected, but definitely welcome. So, I reply. "Hey. You said some really fucked up stuff last night, and that really hurt. You're my friend, Craig. I mean that. So, if you really are sorry, and promise to never call me a 'Stupid cum dump whore' again. I forgive you, and we can keep fucking up Zac's plans."

He agrees to my terms and the next week, the game is back to normal. Scylax is still flirty, but he's dialed it back. He explains that Scylax does flirt with anything female, but he's going to tone it down to balance my feelings with his roleplay. I tell him it's fine, and I'll let him know if he's going too far. A strangely amicable exchange and I find myself relieved that this isn't going to blow up the campaign.

"Hey, Joss," Craig says, at the end of the evening. "Do you still have that big pack of the PDF rulebooks on your laptop?"

"Yeah, I have a whole bunch more now too, me hearties," I say, the pirate accent making everyone chuckle a little bit.

"Do you mind if I make a copy? I lost mine." He says, gesturing toward my laptop that's still sitting on the game table.

"Oh, uh. No, go ahead. They're saved in the 'NERDSHIT' folder, on the desktop."

"Thanks, I promise I won't go nude hunting," he says, before backtracking, "Ah...Sorry, that was one of those creepy jokes."

"A little, but thank you for calling yourself out on it. Means a lot that you're trying, Craig." I say, and I mean it too. After he exploded, I half expected him to be making snide comments all night, or trying to get in my pants again. He actually showed a surprising amount of maturity. I'm glad we can still be friends.

The rest of us sit on the sofa, discussing the end of that story arc. Zac sits beaming with pride, and also blushing profusely, as we all gush about what an amazing time we've been having. We talk openly about NPCs we like, the ones we don't trust. We plan our next steps with him, to help him plan the next phase of the campaign. After about 20 minutes Craig joins us, thanking me for the books. He asks for an NPC romance, which he asks for every time, but this time I hop in on his side. "Ah, go on Zac. Look at that face, how could you say no?"

"It's just weird having to flirt with your friends," Zac complains, he's not wrong. The DM's job is a hard one, and Zac gets a bit embarrassed when the NPCs have to talk to each other or say awkward things to us. Craig went to a brothel once, and Zac burned up trying to describe what happened. He wanted to phase out, but we all made him go a bit longer just to fuck with him. All in good fun, of course. He laughed about it too, calling us assholes.

When I get home, I pull my laptop out and I see Craig has made a new folder on the desktop. I opened it, and there was a note in there. Rolling my eyes, expecting another love confession, I opened it. It just said 'Ha ha, made you look' I couldn't help but chuckle. I opened my cloud storage in the privacy browser and started to write. I love to write, but being the filthy kinkster that I am, the thing I write mostly is erotica. I post it all online, mostly in the Consensual Non-Consent category, or just as often, Non-Consent/Reluctance.

The next few weeks went swimmingly. D&D was awesome, we started exploring my characters' backstory. She was raised by a cult but broke free of their brainwashing and ran away. Now, they're back and she's determined to stop them. The guys were on board too. Craig's in-game flirting was becoming less creepy, and out of game he was respecting the friendship boundaries. Everything was just great. Until the fire nation attacked.

One day, out of the blue, Craig messaged me and asked to meet up for coffee. I checked in with him, making sure this wasn't going to be another confession. He assured me that it was not, but it was sort of related. He said he was lonely, and wanted some advice from a 'real human female' to help him get a girlfriend. I was suspicious, but I felt like it was something a friend would do. So I agreed.

I met him at a small coffee shop not far from where I live. He was waiting in a booth towards the back of the shop. I ordered myself a coffee and took the seat opposite him. "So, how can I help?" I asked, not really having much experience as a matchmaker.

"Well..." he says, stirring his coffee, staring intently at the cooling cup of liquid. "Is there something...wrong with me?"

"Oh, starting off with the hard ones. Promise not to get mad?" I say, sipping my own drink. Hoping that this isn't going to devolve into another insult fest.

"I won't, I promise. Be honest, even if that means being cruel." He takes a deep breath, seemingly to steel himself against my response.

"Okay, I'll say the bad stuff, but I'm going to follow it with the good stuff," I say, genuinely not wanting to hurt his feelings. "The first and major issue you have is; you sort of smell. Like you clearly don't take good care of yourself. That's probably 80% of your issue right there. You also come on a little strong, and it can feel like you're just being nice because you want something out of it."

"Oh." I can see his face drop, maybe he didn't expect that level of honesty.

"But you are really, genuinely funny. That note you left me, cracked me up. You do sometimes make overly sexual jokes, but honestly...I feel like maybe you just didn't know because you've been way WAY better lately. You really are a nice guy, and ever since we had that thing, you've completely dropped the "nice guy" traits you had."

"Really?" He perks up a bit hearing this.

"Absolutely, if you just showered a little more often. Maybe give the old neckbeard a trim. Beards are sexy, neckbeards are not. You'll be able to get a girl, no problem."

"Thanks, Joss. That's actually pretty cool to hear." He looks up and smiles at me, but the smile throws me. It's not a kind smile, or the smile of a friend who is feeling better. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Uh, sure," I say, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"What I'd really like is a girl that's into BDSM. Do you think I could get one of those?"

"Oh, uh. Possibly, I think it depends on the girl." I say this question came out of the blue. He can't know about my tastes, right? "They tend to have their guard up. There are a lot of bad elements in that scene."

"You seem to know a lot about it." he's smirking at me, holy shit does he know? How did he find out?

"I read about it on Reddit," I say, trying to deflect.

"Have you ever written erotica?" he asks, his eyes flashing with a dark glee. There's no way he could know that, no way in hell. Even with the time on my PC, I use a privacy browser for my porn and writing. There's no history or saved logins. There's no way he found my writing while he had my laptop.

"That's a creepy thing to ask, Craig. No. I haven't. Stop asking these weird questions, or I'm leaving." I say firmly, feeling more uncomfortable by the minute. It can't be a coincidence, but I have no idea how he could know. It's impossible.

"If you leave," he flips his phone screen to show me what's playing. The sound is low, but I can clearly hear myself cumming. I'm the star of the video that's playing. It looks like it was recorded from my laptop camera. "I'll post this to all your socials, I changed the passwords while you ordered coffee."

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I yell, grasping at his phone but he moves it out of the way. I desperately grab my own device and try to log into my accounts. All of them had been logged out, and the passwords no longer match.

"Shut up, you stupid. Cum dump. Whore. You'd better behave or I swear, everyone you know will be sent everything I have." He's grinning from ear to ear, he's got me. He knows he's got me.

"What do you want?" I ask, already knowing the answer. Ashamed by the fact that my cunt is getting wetter.

"Oh, I have a long list of demands. I promise you that," he says, smug in his victory. "The first thing; Zaleria and Scylax are going to start a romance. We'll get drunk in the next town we get to, and Zal will figure 'fuck it' and sleep with Scy."

"You did this so my character would fuck yours?" I ask, barely able to believe it.

"I said 'first', idiot." He says, the power already going to his head. I wouldn't be surprised if he was hard under the table. "Second, I want to wake up every morning to a nude of you. I also want some feet pics."

"What the fuck, Craig?" I squirm in my seat, I'm creeped out completely. I'm also getting aroused, what is wrong with me?

"If you want to use your socials; you need to invite me over to supervise. Any attempt to reset the passwords, or reclaim the accounts and everything gets posted. Understand?"

"I understand," I say, lowering my head. He wants to keep control of everything, keep control of me. I dread to think how much blackmail material he has. I know how often I flick my bean, I'd hate for even one of those videos to end up in the public.

"Have you ever fantasised about being raped?" he asks.

"Yes," I say, knowing he's probably seen all the porn I've written on the subject.

"Do you want to be raped?"

"Sometimes."

"Thank you," He says, playing back the clips of me saying that. "More shit for me to threaten you with."

"Fuck you," I say, at least trying to fight back.

"You need to be more polite, whore. Oh, and fucking smile. Try to look happy, or your parents will see you wanking"

"Sorry, I'll try. Please don't post anything." I say, forcing a smile. I think of it as roleplaying. I'm not Joss, I'm Zaleria and I just beat the bad guys.

"Now, we're going to leave the shop. When we get outside; you will ask me., out loud and clearly, so that people can hear you, 'Would you like to walk me home?' Do you understand?" He's protecting himself, if I go to the police there will be witnesses saying I looked happy. Saying I asked him to come home with me. He has recordings of me saying I like this sort of thing. I'm on my own.

"Yes," I say, trying to keep the happy act up.

"Good whore, now let's go." He stands up and holds out his hand. Knowing I have no choice, I take it. His grubby, sticky fingers worm their way between mine. We walk out of the store holding hands. Like a fucking couple. When we get outside, I take a deep breath. I don't want to do this, but I don't have a choice. I don't want everyone I know to see me naked, to know I have rape fantasies. More than anything, I wish this wasn't turning me on so fucking much.

"Would you like to walk me home?" I ask, as instructed. Clearly, and loud enough for people to hear.

"I'd love to," he says, cheerfully. Gripping my hand in his and leading me toward my flat. I suppose this is his way of saying 'I know where you live' and I'm honestly scared. I'm ashamed to say, I'm also excited. This is like all my darkest fantasies coming true, but did it have to be him?

The walk home is tense. At least, it is for me. Craig is practically skipping. I have no idea what he has planned for me, but I can guess. The requests for nudes, the hand-holding, the way he's making me smile. He's forcing me to be his girlfriend. My legs shake as I start to realise that he's probably planning to rape me. I wish I was lying when I say that the idea turned me on. I have no idea why. The man repulses me. Before, I could maybe consider it, but not now. Fuck, I hate that he's betrayed me like this.

"When we get to your door, invite me inside," he commands, further padding his defence against legal action. Or maybe it's part of the girlfriend experience. Part of the fantasy. Either way, I know once we're inside, and alone. The real Craig will show himself, and I learn how far this nightmare will go.

"Would you like to come in for a drink?" I ask when we reach my door, saying it clearly. Knowing people heard me say it. I see people look at me, then him, then back to me. Confused as to why I'd be with him. If they only knew. If I could just tell them.

"I'd love to, thanks." Came his smug reply. He was clearly loving every second of this. I put my key into the lock and opened the door, watching behind me as the view of the street vanished with the closing door. Any chance of aid is now gone. I lead him to my flat, and my eyes start to tear up as I open the door. Knowing what was about to happen, I couldn't help but cry.

"Strip," he commands, not caring about my tears.

My tears continue as I start to sob. Slowly removing my clothes for him. First, the jacket, which I slip off my shoulders and drop to the floor. "Please, don't do this," I beg, but he just shows me a draft of a Reddit post. There's a video, presumably of me. I kick my shoes off, and he smiles at my resignation, as I pull the dress over my head and add it to the pile on the floor. Standing there in front of him, just my bra and panties hiding what little dignity I had left.

"Keep going, whore." he says, licking his lips. I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, letting it fall. My firm, perky breasts displayed to him. To my shame, I feel my nipples harden. "Very nice, much better in person," he says, the compliment making my skin crawl. I can barely believe how casual he's being as if this is a totally normal way to behave. I tuck my fingers into the waistband of my panties and slide them down to the floor. I can't look at him, but I can feel his eyes on me. Very soon I feel his hands on me, pawing at my breasts and ass. Sliding his dirty fingers over my slit. "You're so wet. You really do enjoy this, don't you?"

What could I say, he clearly wants me to say yes. So I do. It's not entirely a lie, though. Is it? My body seems to be having fun, in spite of me. I'm still sobbing uncontrollably when he sends me to the kitchen to make him a sandwich. The fucking prick. I make the sandwich and bring it to him.

"From now on, when it's just us, you will call me 'Master' and you will thank me for whatever I do to you," he commands, taking a bite out of the snack I delivered. When I don't say anything he waves his phone at me.

"Yes, Master." I say, sarcastically, "Thank you for letting me make you a sandwich, Master."

"I'll allow the sarcasm for now, but you're going to have to improve that attitude." He says, with a mouthful of bread. "Now, go lie face down on the bed."

"Yes, Master," I say, too scared to be sassy. The time I've been dreading is fast approaching. "T-thank you." I slowly walk toward the bedroom and crawl onto my bed. Lying face down as instructed, I bury my face into my pillow and wait. I cry, and I wait. I don't have to wait long, as I hear his heavy steps enter the bedroom. I hear his clothes being removed, and holy fuck do I smell him now. His feet reek, I can smell them the moment his boots are removed. The smell only gets stronger as he climbs on top of me, the stale sweat reaching my nostrils, even through the pillow.