ENTRY 1
I’m not sure who will ever end up reading this, but I’ve
decided to keep this journal for the purpose of… honestly, I don’t know.
Evidence on the off chance I get rescued, and my captor can be prosecuted?
Maintaining my own sanity? Staving off the boredom of nothing better to do most
of the time?
My name is Art, short for Arthur. I’m writing this all down
because I have become a prisoner to a woman with whom I had a brief fling a
year or two before she gained her Sex Mage powers. And lucky me, she ended up
being one of those Archmage freaks, the ones who don’t just block your orgasms
and give you psychic handjobs, but who can do crazy shit like breathe fire and
duplicate themselves and shapeshift. In her case, she gained the power to alter
people’s size. Make herself a giantess or shrink down men. That’s what she did
to me.
Let me back up. I met this girl, Beth, at a frat party, in
college. I was twenty-one, she was barely eighteen. This was a year before Sex
Magic ever appeared; this was well before every woman on earth gained the power
to psychically control men’s bodies and minds through our dicks. I’m drunk and
I’m horny, and I see this cute little piece of ass, timidly in the corner. I
come on a little heavy, I guess. If I’m being honest, I don’t remember the
night totally clearly. But I remember, Beth, she didn’t put up any sort of
fight. I don’t think she was drunk at all. She was just painfully shy. Like,
I’m hitting on her, and she’s just blushing and stuttering, and I dunno man,
there’s just something about young, nervous virgins that just makes me want to
bed them and break them in, ruin them for all other men, you know? That’s what
my dumb-ass drunk self thought back then, anyway.
Reading this over, it seems like I raped her, doesn’t it? I
know how this goes. Guy and girl meet at a party, they’re drunk, they sleep
together, don’t remember what happened, but she regrets it, so she charges him
with rape. Or he regrets it and doesn’t call her afterwards, and she gets
ticked and charges him with rape as revenge.
Well, I didn’t rape her. I came on aggressive, but she never
said no or pushed away my hands. She was just too shy to make the first moves. Once
I got her into a room, she let me do whatever. She was crying out and moaning
and letting me do anything I wanted. I like to imagine I plowed her for hours
until she couldn’t take anymore, but I’m pretty sure I shot off in like five
minutes and passed out. I blame the booze.
Anyway. I wake up the next morning. She’s still definitely a
cutey, but not my usual lay, not by my sober standards anyway. I leave her at
the frat house, still asleep. Somehow, she got my number off my phone, though,
because she’s texting me the next day. I try to ignore her, but she figures out
where my dorm room is and confronts me there. I’m afraid at first she’s gunna
say she’s pregnant, but no, she just wanted to see me again.
Look, I felt a little bad, okay, nobody likes being the
receiving end of a pump and dump, I get it. But this girl just wasn’t my type.
We hung out a little bit, and she was just a complete bore. Talking about
clothes and the dumb shit she posted on Facebook and whatever. I let her give
me a couple handjobs, but she wasn’t even good at them. She didn’t let me fuck
her again, saying she wanted to keep it special and “do it for real when the
time is right” whatever the fuck that means.
After a week of this crap, I dump her. She’s real upset, but
I just put my foot down and cold shoulder her until she takes a hint. After a
couple weeks, she stops talking to me.
A year later, Sex Magic appears.
