Voluntary Darkness
Copyright© 2026 by Cabrock
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - WARNING: much quasi-slavery and BnD. Lesbian grad students experiment psychologically on each other, leading to a kind of voluntary slavery. Suppression of personality is their goal, and such is achieved, though they never originally intended to involve males. Incest experimentation comes in Part II.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Sharing BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Harem Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Food Oral Sex Spitting Voyeurism Water Sports
“Here it is!” I exclaimed when an attached video arrived in our dark-web account. We’d all anticipated this moment, having practically pleaded for Ted to send something.
“Oh my god ... he’s feeding her,” I announced as my roommates gathered around me. All seemed normal at first as much as a porn video could that is. Pet was naked, he wasn’t. It looked like she was scarfing down the food pretty fast, making me wonder if he was starving her. When he maneuvered Pet onto her knees on the bed and then started to fuck her, we all gasped as one. I couldn’t imagine eating something while being fucked by a man. It was just so out of bounds.
“Ohh, yeah!” Sherel hooted when Ted shot his load into the meal’s box, and then had Pet continue eating like it was just some kind of cream sauce. I suppose it was in a way, I told myself with a scrunched-up face. “We asked for it,” I reminded them all as I paused the video.
“Not that—I thought he would just...” Lily started to say then stopped.
“You want to see balls slapping the little cunt, don’t you!” Sherel teased.
“Don’t say that,” Lily complained, getting a laugh from all of us, “ ... and like you wouldn’t!”
I tuned out the lesbian squabble, becoming mesmerized by the dominance this guy was displaying over our precious Pet. When the video ended, I replayed it and got no complaints from anyone, and in fact got requests to have the video forwarded, which I did. Fuck, I said to myself as a growing urge to have sex welled up within me. A thick dildo would feel real good about now, I admitted to myself as I looked at each of my roommates in turn. I got some kinky smiles in return.
This psych experiment with Pet was clearly going better than I ever expected it to, and so couldn’t help but fantasize about eventually getting a Ph.D. out of this, and of course a lot of orgasms. Now would be good for one, I thought as I gave Lily another smile, only to see Sherel snatch her up by grabbing Lily by the wrist and pulling her away. “Bitch,” I muttered under my breath, but it was fair play I knew; first cum, first lick.
It was another week before we could get a second video out of Ted, which was frustrating, particularly since I begged for another nearly every day. All of us wanted an update and now here it was. “Another one...” I started to say loudly then cut myself off, realizing now that watching it in private might be more fun. I could forward it later; I told myself as I opened the video.
“ ... I’m your bitch ... I’m your bitch forever...” came the sexy cries from a prone Pet who was being hammered by a cock as she lay on her stomach. I was once again mesmerized, this time by a pistoning cock slamming home in pussy, relentlessly. Was she more engrossed in servitude with this guy than with us, I asked myself as I felt my stomach sink in concern. She was obviously incoherent, I could see, making me worry even more now!
“Ahhhh ... mmmhhh ... mmmhhhh...” she babbled as the slap of balls on pussy lips pulled me deeper into the scene. Fucking males had the equipment but not the knowhow, I told myself as I rubbed between my thighs for just a moment, then shammed myself into stopping.
It took some nerve on my part to finally text a question to Ted. “I would like to interview her please as part of this experiment.” It was close, but I did work up the will to send it into the dark-web. My heart pounded now with anticipation and with fear he’d actually respond.
“Wasn’t part of the deal,” came the reply just seconds later. “Oh shit,” I hissed as I came to my feet and stepped back from the computer. Pacing the room and wringing my hands finally calmed me down enough to send a response.
“It’s very important to me that I do this. Years we’ve worked on her. All of it voluntary. I’m doing a thesis, think I told you that.” I closed my eyes after sending this, praying now he’d understand the urgency. Things needed to be done proper and orderly for a thesis to be valid.
“How important?”
“Very!” I quickly texted back, then began to wonder what I was setting Pet up for. I got angry and so typed as I growled, “I’m asking you to be flexible, please.”
“I’ll pick you up if it’s that important.”
I stared at this response for a moment in confusion. “What?” I replied, wondering now if he was going to let me visit Pet.
“You’ll need to wear a blindfold.”
“Sounds too much like a kidnapping,” I texted as I shook my head.
“You can keep your panties on, but nothing else.”
Again, my heart pounded as I desperately tried to figure out how sincere he was being, not that I would do what he asked. “That’s not professional,” was all I could think to type. His response of “Importance trumps professionalism,” left me cold and disappointed. I forwarded the video to my roommates, planning now to forget about this conversation entirely.
“ ... ackkk ... mmphhh ... ackkk,” came the sounds through the headphones I was wearing as I watched the fourth or fifth video Ted had sent us. The sounds pierced me in such an erotic fashion that I actually ached for Pet’s touch. I could see myself gently consoling her as she was forced to deep throat this bastard; something I wouldn’t think of interfering with now, not in a million years.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I looked to the calendar I had pinned to the wall to see how long it’d been and how long before I’d see her again. Over three weeks he’d had her now and more than two months to go. Should I rescue her, I asked myself while shaking my head no and absorbing the facts of this energetic face-fuck. Pet looked to be trying so hard, causing tears to well up in my eyes.
“May I please visit her?” I pleaded in a text while sniffingly.
“You know the conditions. Yes or no?” came the reply. Every nerve in my brain said this was stupid to agree to, yet my hands still typed, “Yes.” It was a relief to do it, accented by the twinge in my pussy. God I so wanted to be with Pet, even if it meant him being there. I started to write up the questions I’d asked her, knowing I cared not the replies, but rather just wanted to hold her.
“I’ll pick you up at your house at 8 am Saturday morning. Have you back around midnight,” came the next text.
“Fuck,” I exhaled in defeat as panic set in. My roommates wouldn’t understand and I didn’t even want to try to explain. Sherel would be the most condescending and would never let me forget this act of desperation, no matter how it turned out. Fucking bitch!
“Can we meet at a Walmart parking lot or something else like that?”
“No! Cameras and security, I won’t risk. Be ready at 8 am on Saturday. Naked except for panties. I’ll bind and blindfold you for the ride. Expect to be gagged for around two hours.”
“Nooo,” I text back in complaint. “Please, just me wearing panties and can I have a blanket?”
“Quit negotiating,” he texted. I texted more, trying to get concessions but got no more replies. It left me in tears I admit. He was going to win, I could feel it. “FUCK!” I called out as I slammed my fist down hard next to my laptop. It alerted my roommates, causing me to start spewing out lies as to why.
They’d believe it, I told myself as I wrapped a beach towel around myself, wearing now only panties and flipflops. I’d told my roommates I was going to visit Becky, my old fling from my freshman year, who I hadn’t seen in nearly two years. Since it was Saturday and we were all students, I figured I’d be the only one up this early.
I nearly pissed my panties when I saw Ted’s car come into the driveway for only the second time. In a panic I ran halfway to the bathroom to pee, then thought it best to text him on my laptop that I was almost ready. “Fuck,” I panted as I typed then ran again for the bathroom.
“Loose the towel and the flipflops,” Ted said calmly as he opened the backdoor of his car for me. I pouted but said nothing as he took the towel and made me kick off the flipflops as I climbed in the car. When he squeezed in beside me, I nearly made a run for it but his grip on my elbow was tight and firm.
I was reflexively now covering my naked tits with my arms, but he soon put a stop to that as he attached Velcro cuffs to my wrists and ankles. I told myself I could get out of these restraints if needed but then came more! He collared me. It had a wide strap to it that now ran down the length of my back. A leather belt came next.
With elbows now pinned to the strap down my back, he then began replacing Velcrow cuffs with those with buckles. Padlocks came next. I pleaded if this was really necessary. He didn’t reply, but rather just gagged me with a complicated bondage-gag, leaving me silent.
“Behave, and you can have the blanket,” he announced as he pushed me down on the backseat and hogtied my ankles to the wide leather belt around my waist. I’d never felt so helpless! The blanket he threw over me, I felt was an insult as it was one of those woolen military half-blankets. I was itching already and so groaned in protest.
Slap! He punished me with spank to my butt, making me wish I’d worn thicker panties. I so wanted to please Pet that I’d considered wearing silk ones but then thought Ted the bustard didn’t rate such. Best do something between period-panties and sexy, I’d decided. I shouldn’t anger him, I told myself as he climbed out and got behind the wheel.
He paused before starting the car to say, “If you’re wet when we get there, I’ll think about accommodating you.”
“Mmm,” I groaned in protest, earning myself more punishment. Slap, slap! Two slaps to my unprotected tits got an involuntary squeal out of me and a pronouncement from him of, “It gets progressively worse for each peep out of you.” I did my best to stifle a squeak of fear and failed. The look he gave me from over his shoulder was terrifying. My wild-eyed reaction apparently reminded him to blindfold me, which he did.
In shame I realized I was oddly turned on by this involuntary dominance and made a mentally note to document this fact when next I could. I needed to categorize all this for my psych dissertation, I kept telling myself in reassurance, but it only partially worked. I must not be wet for him, I warned myself. It would be thoughts of Pet causing my pussy to react I told myself, not this bastard!
I got not a single word out of him the whole trip. Nothing but silence and the rocking of the car as we sped down some highway unbeknownst to me. I nearly peed my panties again when we came to a final stop. Was I wet, I pondered? Oh fuck! I was certainly getting there now I feared.
“You’re pretty wet—did you want me to finger you,” he asked casually after carrying me down into a basement by the sound of it then removing my blindfold. I quickly shook my head no, not because I didn’t want sexual relief, which had been building for the last two hours, but rather from embarrassment. That and I’d never been touched intimately by a man before.
I’d seen him fuck Pet a lot in the videos he’d sent and had imagined a time or two that it was me in Pet’s place. Mostly out of a desire to understand how she thought and felt within this little hell we’d sent her into. I feared now he’d find an excuse to fuck me, and at some level I suppose I deserved it I warned myself. It would strengthen my understanding of such things, I supposed. Was this me justifying sexual assault?
He carried me next into the mostly barren room where Pet was chained and set me down on a simple wooden chair. Pet and I made eye contact for a moment, but then he stepped between us. My heart ached as Pet focused only on him. “Arouse her,” he said simply to Pet, who quickly moved to obey. Her first touch was electrifying! A kiss to the neck that should have been to my lips. Fucking gag! I did my best to put him out of my mind as I was caressed from head to toe.
I was filling the room with muffled moans at this point; still, he wouldn’t remove the gag. Pet had become an expert sex-worker, who knew everything that titillated me, making me the perfect arousal victim. I prayed that she was as turned on as I was by this kinky event and imagined now that Ted was going to just watch things unfold. I was wrong.
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