The following very dark story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is erotic FICTION not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and not meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"You sure about this, girl?" The man asks, his eyes looking oddly black. I know his eyes look like that because it's a dark night, but damn, his eyes sure do look black...and scary. It does nothing to help my fear of this situation, even if I signed up for this, so to speak. But I push this fear down, reminding myself that I'm the bitch in charge tonight.
"Are you?" I fire back, trying to have some fire behind my words. The man who said his name is Freddy smirks at this comment, showing that he believes me to be the fiery woman filled with attitude that I have been pretending to be.
"We each draw a single card, highest one wins," Fred states, holding out a deck of cards. I'm not sure why he says this as we both already know what the game is. We discussed it quite a bit online before coming here.
I look at the cards he holds, thinking how strange this all is. We are two strangers in the overgrown grassy backyard of a house for sale in my neighborhood. It is supposedly his neighborhood too, but I can't be sure of that. He says it is, but I've never seen him before.
As we stand in the backyard of this house, I wonder what the neighbors of this house would think if they saw us. Would they think we are making a drug deal? Or would they think we are a couple of goofy teenagers instead of the thirty-year-olds that we are? At least, I am thirty. Not sure about Freddy's age, but he very much looks thirty. In fact, he looks over forty, but with it being so dark I can't really tell.
I finally reach out and take the deck of cards. At once I fan them out wanting to confirm they are normal cards and not some trick deck. This guy could be a magician or something. Well, maybe not a magician but knows enough to pick a card that's been placed strategically.
"Drink?" the man then offers, pulling out a flask from his pocket. He uncaps it, takes a sip and then holds it out for me after wiping off the cap.
"Why not," I reply, taking the metal flask. I would normally never take a drink like this from a stranger, but as the saying goes, if I'm going to Hell tonight, I might as well have fun.
Uncapping the flask, I smell the stiff whiskey inside. I proceed to take a sip from it where it immediately burns as it goes down. The worry that it could be drugged does hit me, but the guy did drink from it too so if there's poison, he's just as dead as I am. Hopefully.
The whiskey does help steady me, some. Instead of grounding me as I hoped it would do, it instead makes me feel lightheaded and puts me deeper into the mood that I'm in. The do-something-crazy-for-once-in-your-life sort of mood. Where logic and smart thinking isn't allowed any longer.
"I get to pull both cards," I tell him in a "I'm telling you this, not suggesting it" sort of tone. I decide I want this to have some sort of control in a helpless situation.
In response he motions that he's fine with it. I tell myself if I'm able to pull both cards it'll be fair. He'll have no chance to trick me or pull a secret card. It'll make sure that it's up to fate, not to a crooked asshole.
I begin to shuffle the cards over and over, probably showing how nervous I am. I just hope he doesn't notice what I'm really doing, which is trying to look him over. It's so dark that I can't really see much about him. And what I do see is unhelpful. I mean, average height, average weight and blah. I can't even make out what race he is, not that it matters. Could be anything from a tan, white guy to Hispanic dude to a light skin black guy.
"Whenever you want, princess," the man says a few moments later as I keep shuffling his cards over and over. I think this is his way of saying, "I know you are stalling."
To this I actually laugh. I laugh as the entire situation is just so crazy. I mean, thirty minutes ago I was on Reddit just playing around. Being single as I am means I can visit the darker parts of reddit without having to explain it to anyone. And while on the site, I found an "Adult Dare" subreddit.
That's where I found Freddy. Someone had mentioned they were from my city, to which I stated I was too, and so did he. From there he asked what part of the city I was in, and blah, blah, blah, we ended up here. We found we were in the same neighborhood, that is, if he's not lying.
Then someone saw this conversation in the comments and broke in, asking if we were willing to do the ultimate "dare." Since I was behind a keyboard, I said sure. A moment later Freddy did too.
The dare is extremely simple, but awfully complicated as well. The two of us were to meet in person. It had to be a place that was neutral to both of us. Once we meet, we each draw a card from a deck of cards. The one with the highest card wins. That's it. Simple. Easy. Fast.
And what do you win? That's the complicated part. The loser has to do whatever the winner wants for at least an hour. No matter what it is, you have to do it as long as it doesn't end in death or losing an arm or something. And by anything, do mean anything.
The thought of having complete control over someone is just, I dunno, alluring for me. The things I could make him do. I could humiliate him, embarrass him, make him lick my shoes while crawling and dressed like a maid. Could even make him ruin his own life. God...that's power.
But now as I stand here about to go through with it, I see how huge of a risk it is. He's about to be able to have the same power over me. If he wins, I'll have to do whatever he says, and who knows what sort of crazy, weird stuff he will think up. I mean, this is how missing person reports start, where you read it and think about how stupid the person was. Even if it doesn't get wild or crazy, it could be extremely cringe, such as making me listen to him sing poetry all night long.
"Alright, here," I say, stopping the shuffling and pulling a single card out. I hold it out for him to take, the card face down so neither of us can see. I then grab a card from the middle of the deck as I want a card that wasn't even touching his card.
As if communicating on a higher level, the two of us hold our cards out so they almost touch, still face down. Then I flip mine to reveal a Queen of Hearts.
Joy, pure happy joy runs over me at seeing what card I drew. I was for sure that it was going to be a two of something, knowing my luck. But it's not. It's one of the highest cards possible. It's the fucking Queen of Hearts. The deadliest card in the damn deck.
