Asserting His Place

 
A soft moan escaped Addy’s lips, as the nineteen-year-old blonde squirmed in a bit her sleep. Ever since she awakened to her Sex Mage powers, her dreams turned frequently to sensual visions, imagining handsome studs taking her, attempting to use her body for their pleasure, only for her new powers to quickly turn the tables! In her dream, she asserted control, radiating her Arousal Aura upon her lovers until they were swooning in helpless heat, then casting Tease Spells upon their achingly hard cocks, until they were howling for mercy! Then she would take them for her own pleasure, as a Sex Mage should! The dreams were sometimes vague and fleeting, and sometimes they seemed to last for hours. Without even realizing it, she would experience mini-orgasms in her sleep, and wake up feeling flushed with heat!
 
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And in the very next room, her eighteen year old brother had to also deal with his sister’s dreams! Rick came awake as his cock grew so hard, it almost hurt! He whipped his sheets off with a frustrated grunt, and almost gawked at this cock as it sprang up high, eager as a hyper-active puppy for action! Then he gasped as he felt a tight, hot, wet sheath envelop him, giving him one solid down-stroke, before it vanished!
 
He grit his teeth and gripped his sheets, as he thrust his head back down on the pillow. “Addy!” he hissed into the air. “Goddamn it!”

Letting Off Some Steam

It was a perfect spring morning, with a warm sun, but just-cool-enough air to make it great day to sit outside or go for a walk. Unfortunately, the pleasant atmosphere did little to calm the sour mood of a young woman whose day had been accosted by several petty inconveniences.
 
Carine flicked a finger across her phone in irritation. This was just not one of her days. Her car was still in the shop, after another part shipment got delayed. The grocery store had been out of avocados, when she wanted to make some guacamole for a party this weekend. And Brenda had just canceled their lunch date due to being “indisposed”.
 
Carine could very well sense how “indisposed” her friend was. Her friend’s boyfriend’s cock was like a siren in the distance from how hard he was. That little slut just couldn’t go a day without slobbing her new boytoy’s knob! Okay, so he was nine inches long and thick as a beer can when hard, and but so what?

Amber's Ex

Amber decided to take her time making it to her ex-boyfriend’s apartment. It was just too nice a day to be in a rush, especially not for some dumb loser’s relief. She had texted him an hour ago that she was on her way, but she had decided to take the scenic route getting there. She took an easy pace down the two-mile nature trail that linked their sub-divisions, and even stopped to get an ice-coffee at the convenience store along the way. The whole time, she could sense Bo’s penis throbbing eagerly, waiting for her to arrive.
 
Bo himself was fidgeting and squirming, pacing naked in his apartment. He glanced repeatedly to door, and checked the window almost every minute to see if she was coming up the parking lot. He knew better than to pester her, but it was a Herculean effort not to text her to ask what was taking so long. Amber smiled to herself as she sensed him, even at this distance. His anxious Lust Energy filled her with a sense of calm happiness and serenity. When she was only halfway there, she snuck a thread of magic to his cock to increase the tension, making him throb so hard, it nearly made him cross-eyed! His hands shook as he fought the spells which prevented him from touching himself, but he had no more success than any of the other men in town. Amber giggled as she watched him struggle, her sexual senses giving her a full view of his naked form off in the distance.

Becky Gets Bored

Becky let out a bored sigh as she flopped down on the couch. Next to her, Josh was looking up something on his phone, patiently awaiting the ring of the door bell. The young couple was waiting for their friends to arrive so they could go on a double-date, get some dinner and see a movie.

It wasn’t like it was a big deal, but Becky always get a little antsy waiting for people. And if her psychic senses were to be trusted, Jenny and Frank were going to be a little late getting here. She needed something fun to distract her for a few minutes.

She glanced to Josh, who had not reacted at all to her subtle little sigh, wrapped up as he was in his phone. He was all dressed up to go, so there wasn’t much point in getting frisky. Which of course, never stopped her before!

One Night Stand

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Staying Over

As she pulled into her driveway, Madison could sense the distinct psychic buzzing of not one, but two sets of full balls coming from her house. One, of course, was her brother Nick. The other she didn’t recognize, but given she could visualize him playing video games with Nick, she figured it must be a friend of his.

Nick hadn’t mentioned he was going to have company. He should really know better. As Madison came up to her front door, she let her Aura loose. Nick’s cock, already on an erection hair trigger, snapped up to full mast, and she sensed his body jerk in place. His guest, meanwhile, also got hard, though not quite as intensely. He wasn’t as pent up as her brother; she could sense his body was used to a semi-regular release. As such his sexual “pressure gauge” was reading much lower than Nick’s.

She smirked as she turned the key in the lock. Maybe she could have some fun with this.

Early Practice

Jane let her friend Scarlet into the house, cutting through the kitchen to get to the living room. Jane stopped short when she reached the doorway between the two rooms, then let out an annoyed sigh.

“What is it?” said Scarlet, giving her blonde friend a curious look.

Jane shook her head and continued through to the door. She motioned off to the right. “Mom has Blake in time out again.”

Scarlet’s eyes widened, and she hurried through the door, eager to see.

Fitting Punishment

Sandra couldn’t help but chuckle as she came home to find a naked young man hanging in mid-air by his ankles in her living room. She recognized Chuck, the boy who lived next door. His arms were pinned behind his back, his legs spread apart, his eyes and mouth bound shut. He writhed and whimpered in the air, but his motions were limited, locked in place as he was by the ankles and the wrists. The bonds were invisible, of course, making it look like he was just hovering there, but they were also absolutely unbreakable. Such was the power of the Sex Magic which bound the boy and was presently attacking his poor diamond-hard cock with abandon.

The Gallery

Their vacation to Costara had gone better than Tim expected. He’d always heard that the big cities of Midland were cocktease hellholes, and his wife Jodie had found it rather amusing to paint a picture that their five-day stay was going to involve Tim crawling naked on hands and knees while they stayed at her sister’s condo.

However, the costal metropolis was not, in fact, the worst dickpocalypse south of Victoria, as he’d been led to believe. Much like their home city of Rockland, Costara seemed to be filled with normal people going about their normal day. He’d expected to see cockteased men stuck to street lights to used by women as casual Lust Energy fountains, expected to see nude men being flown around by barefoot women as Boy Boards, and other such dramatic displays of Sex Magic’s incredible femdom power.

Surprise Visit

Cole was a little surprised when the front door to his girlfriend’s home swung open just before he could put the key in the lock. The twenty year old was more surprised to see that, instead of his red-headed girlfriend, a tall, leggy brunette was grinning at him from the doorway.

“Um… hi…?” he said, a little confused. He didn’t recognize the young woman.

“Hey! So you must be Rachel’s boytoy, huh?”

“Uh, I’m her boyfriend,” Cole corrected.

The woman’s grin widened. “Oh, they still call you guys that here? Aw, that’s cute!” She stepped aside and waved him in. “Come in, come in.”

Cole entered the house, dropping his jacket off on the coat hook, then moving to the living room. He looked at the woman a little warily. “Sorry, Rachel didn’t tell me we were having company.”

“She didn’t know until this morning!” the young woman chuckled. “We just got into town a few hours ago, and managed to catch her before she left for work. She was kind enough to put us up for the weekend.”

“Us?” said Cole, just as another young woman he didn’t recognize, a petite blonde, came into the room.

“Oh, hi!” this new woman said. “You must be Cole! It’s nice to meet you!” She gave him a grin that seemed a little bit too sly as her eyes roamed over him. “Nice! Rachel picked herself a looker!”

Cole flushed slightly, tickled by the compliment, but still a little wary. Rachel hadn’t even texted him about this. “So, uh, you’re Rachel’s friends, then? How do you know her?”

Straying Thoughts

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Should Have Stayed In Bed

He let out a gasp as his cock surged, right as he heard female moaning through the walls. Oh, Jesus, Molly was having sex and playing with her boyfriend all night again. Caleb already been rock hard just from natural horniness, but now he could tell Molly was letting her aura loose. He heard Jim, Molly’s boyfriend, let out an embarrassing whimper as Molly did god knows what to his poor nuts.

That was the last straw. There was no way he was getting any sleep with his roommate fooling around in the next room over. Caleb whipped off the cover of his blanket and swung his legs over the side, sighing. He winced as his cock jumped from an errant spark of magic drawing to it. He wasn’t even getting teased with pleasure spells, just being forced Hard beyond hard. That was always the worst, when a girl’s magic just made him stiff, without even any pleasure accompanying it, just the soul-eating, heart-racing, hollow yearning of a painfully desperate erection, dying to be touched, but not receiving even so much as a phantom feather swipe.

Lightning Rod

Dana was ticked off again. Fred could tell from the way his cock felt like it was going to shoot right off his body from how hard it was. His penis was so stiff and swollen he could have probably hammered nails with it, every ounce of his blood trying to cram itself into that limited space. As it was, the entire organ was a deep plumb purple, the veins bulging out like little cables. At the same time, he felt a squeezing sensation, like a tube-shaped vice attempting to squeeze his cock in paste. Were it not for the healing power of the Sex Magic, he was pretty sure his cock would be getting mangled with priapism and the crushing force.

The sudden attack hit him right as he was getting his mail, his cock tenting his pajamas lewdly, enough that even his thick robe didn’t help hide it. He dropped his letters and leaned heavily on his mailbox, letting out a loud grunt. He glanced up, noting the occasional glance and perhaps a chuckle from his female neighbors as they were out jogging or leaving for work. All could sense his intense erection, but none were going to bother helping him with it.

Dana was probably on her way to work as well right this moment. Someone had probably cut her off in traffic. Or she realized she was going to be late for work. Or she’d spilled her coffee on herself. Something quick, just a flash of anger, or so Fred prayed. He clutched the mailbox tightly, squeezing his eyes shut, and gritting his teeth as his cock began to quiver with even more tension, painful arousal lancing through his cock. “Come on,” he hissed to the air. “Let up. Please!”

Resisting Is Futile - Gender Flipped!

NOTE: This is a near-identical copy of the “Resisting Is Futile” story, just with the genders reversed. Thought it would make for an interesting little thought experiment.

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Jecky swallowed nervously as she heard her phone beep in her pocket. She checked it and almost cursed. Devin hadn’t forgotten.

Come upstairs! The party’s started! the text read.

Jecky sighed and quickly typed: That’s okay, I’m not feeling that well.

You liar. I told you, you need to get out more! Devin typed back. Come on up and join the fun!

You know I hate those kinds of parties, she responded.

But I like parties, and I want you here. :(   Jecky was about to type another response, when she felt something stir in her loins. She let out a small gasp as her clit grew stiff. Not just stiff, but throbbing. She could feel her pussy moistening in anticipation. She felt an overwhelming need to touch herself, but she resisted. Her phone beeped again: If you come upstairs, I can take care of that for you.

Jecky cursed softly. She felt another glimmer of magic, and her clit pulsed, her fluids already absorbing into her shorts, the sexual tension increasing. Her heartbeat quickened as her blood rushed to her core, filling her with an aching need.

Jesus, okay! Just stop! Jecky texted back frantically.

It’ll stop when you get here, he replied. You have two minutes. If you aren’t at least on this floor by then, I’ll start licking.

Jecky let out another small gasp and pocketed her phone, heading for the door. She was wearing gym shorts and a tee-shirt, but didn’t dare waste time finding a better outfit. She slipped on her sandals and exited her tiny, studio apartment, heading for the stairs.

Mom's Rule

My son moved back in with me 7 months ago after his girlfriend dumped him. I don’t mind helping him out while he tries to get back on his feet, but he hasn’t had a job in 3 years, and his girlfriend controlled all his funds. So, he isn’t even able to pay rent. I told him that since he’s an adult, he still has to contribute to the household in some way. Doing chores is nice, but as my son, he should be doing that anyway if he’s living with me, so he has to pay me in some other ways.

Queen Jenny's Touch

I can feel you approaching long before I see you. As a Queen Megami, your aura of sexual power is naturally immense. Without even casting spells, every penis goes hard within a mile of your presence. Even women grow wet around you. The bodies of your citizens automatically acknowledge the authority and power you have over them. With just a tiny notion, you could have every person in your country similarly hard or wet, and you sometimes amuse yourself doing just that at random intervals. Everyone knows when this happens they are to stop what they are doing and pray to you.

My body, however, is especially attuned to you. Within the borders of your country, I am always diamond hard, so hard it hurts. In the seven years since you have taken over the land, I have never had a single orgasm, only clusters of soul-crushing edges. And whenever you approach me physically, the pressure intensifies until I can barely form thoughts. All our exchanges are from you speaking, and me thinking, with you reading my mind.

Men in your Queendom already have it rough, being constantly teased and denied to empower the women of your country. Even the sweetest of mistresses will send their man to “work” as energy generators all day, then tease him all night to refresh themselves. The luckiest men get the occasional break and releases between shifts. The rest, however, suffer endlessly and exquisitely.

I suppose I could be considered lucky, in a way, and unlucky in others. To be chosen as the Queen’s personal toy is quite an honor. The honor, however, comes at the cost of sanity. So cruelly you treat you toys, breaking them to pieces, then threading them back together just so you can break them again. Any other Sex Mage would have failed to fix me after so much trauma, but your miraculous Megami powers have not yet found that limit. No matter what you do, no matter how thoroughly I am crushed, you always manage to piece me back together, so you can tear me apart again.

You enter the room where you’ve kept me ever since I was picked. I have no idea what you see in me, but I seem to bring you endless amusement. You step into the room and smile at me. From my corner where I cower, I gasp, my body surging. My cock cannot possibly get any harder physically, and yet all the blood tries to rush straight in my organ. Lightning sensations shoot through every nerve in my body, and my whole body jerks, hip-first, towards you, instantly trying to cum, instantly crushed against the edge of your indomitable will. I open my mouth to scream, but I have no breath.

Your smile widens as you slip off your dress, exposing your perfect nakedness to me. That’s all it takes for the pressure to red-line, and I already start to go comatose. Your power doesn’t let me, however, your will forcing me awake to enjoy every agonizing moment of your sexual omnipotence. You take a step toward me, then another, slowly prowling forward like a jungle cat towards a mouse, playfully enjoying the overwhelming, growing terror your sheer presence brings. Every step spikes the pressure and sensations up another notch. By the time you are near enough to touch me, I am literally dying from the sheer sensation overload, with only your power keeping me alive.

Then you reach out to touch me, and my world goes white, and I know nothing more than pure, endless, sexual agony. The space of years passes with every second, Even your power cannot keep me from reaching a headspace where the sensations and pressure are too immense for my feeble mortal brain to comprehend. I have no idea how long you use my body for you pleasure, enraptured by the energy of my suffering, and the sheer joy of your sadistic urges. It feels like eternity within you.

Eventually, something gives, and I feel the pressure and sensations abate. I come slowly aware, shivering and weeping on the floor. The first thing I can comprehend when my senses can focus again is that I’m laying on the floor of my room again. I can’t tell if mere minutes have passed, or days, or months, or years. You’ve kept me in this windowless dungeon with no way to tell the passage of time, and your magic warping my perception of such anyway. You could have kept me here for only a month, or it could already have been decades. All I know to gauge anything is the number of times you’ve visited me, and I’ve already lost track. All I can do is try to recover, and brace myself for you next visit, for the next blessed touch of my Queen.

Midnight Bliss

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Clickbait

I can just imagine what sort of silly clickbait articles would be popping up in the early years of Sex Magic. Something like this came to mind...

7 Ways You’re Thinking About Sex Magic Wrong!

#1 – His semen is the key to his sanity… breaking it, that is!

Guys need to cum. No, you don’t understand, they need to cum. It’s the way they were designed. It’s why they think about sex all the time. Their bodies keep producing that thick, white goo and they have to get rid of, like a cow needs to get rid of its milk. If a guy doesn’t release his semen, he will go crazy. Fortunately, the crazier he gets, the more subservient he gets when he realizes that you are the only one who can release his seed for him!

Ladies, you absolutely must learn the Orgasm Block spell. If you only ever learn one spell in your life, it should be this one. It’s one of the easiest to learn and simplest to use. Just practice on a guy a few times, and you’ll be placing them like a pro! And when a man in your life is completely powerless to release the crazy juice boiling in his balls, he will treat you like an absolute Goddess if you so much as hint that you might, maybe, some day think about helping him ejaculate.

You should let him, once in a while, for very good behavior. But never too much. You can always find little excuses here and there to extend his release times, if you feel he’s getting spoiled.

#2 – His penis can only get so hard, but there’s no limit to his tension!

On an erection intensity scale of 1 to 10, his penis tops out at 3, maybe 4 is he’s really huge. Unless you use the magic to warp his body, the penis literally cannot get any stiffer, cannot get any fuller with blood. If it did, it would probably burst like an overfilled tire! Thankfully, Sex Magic will never let that happen.

Even more thankfully? Magic doesn’t care if his cock can’t get any harder. It’ll make him feel harder, feel all the more tense, until his whole body is shivering and his penis is literally vibrating to shake off some of the tension. Even if his cock can only reach a 3 in tension, his libido can go all the way to 10, and beyond! Dial up to 11? Fuck, that’s just foreplay. Dial that fucker up to 100!

Remember that the more tense he is, the more amazing the desperate lust energy he gives off feels. Keep going until his brain fries and there’s so much energy flying off him that you can’t even stand near him without cumming your brains out! Don’t worry about overdoing it, the Magic will recover him, so don’t hold back!

#3 – It’s not cheating as long as he doesn’t cum!

Most guys fantasize about being lord of their personal harem, with several girls clamoring for his cock. In reality, a lot of guys are loyal, and really only want that one special woman. And in a world of Sex Mages, it’s very easy for all the good guys to get snatched up by the competition! What’s a horny girl to do when her best friend already has that really cute boy she likes on a leash?

Fuck with him anyway! In a world of Sex Magic, all the old rules are off! Women share and swap and pull pranks all the time. Sex is so open, it’s pretty much impossible not to screw around with multiple people. But there should still be some standards. And these days, a man shows his loyalty to a woman by making sure she’s the only one he cums for. As long as you remember this, then there’s no problem! Play with the poor bastard all you like! Just don’t let him pop, and your girlfriends will understand. Just don’t be surprised when they return the favor on your own boy toy! ; )

#4 – His penis is your friend, and his enemy!

It may be attached to him, but trust us, his penis is on your side. It wants you to play with it, all the time, forever. It wants to please you any way you wish. It will always side with you and betray him. Take advantage of this, and remind him of it, every time he tries to act tough. The penis practically has a mind of its own, and this is one of the most frustrating and potentially humiliating things about being a guy. Any time you’re seducing a man or arguing with him, the fight will always be two against one, you and his penis versus his rational mind. Even without your Magic, the deck is already stacked in your favor. The Magic just makes it that much more overwhelming for him!

Any time you’re arguing or debating or even just can’t agree on something trivial, use your Magic to coax his penis for a little backup! It will always be eager to lend an assist!

#5 – You can never, ever get caught if you don’t want to!

Sex Magic is naturally a completely anonymous power! Unless you make a point to tell him, a guy has no real way of knowing what woman is playing with him. Better yet, with the exception of extremely rare Special Abilities, other women can’t sense where each other’s spells are coming from. This means you can do anything you want to a guy completely without repercussions, so long as you don’t reveal it’s you.

Want to tease your neighbor into insanity, but you’re afraid of what his wife will do if she finds out? Do it without fear! Play with that cock until he’s crying for mercy, all from the comfort of your own home, or office, or wherever! Hell, make him cum if you want. Let his wife fume over it. As long as you don’t admit it, even if they happen to suspect you, they’ve got no proof. Go hog wild!

Heck, some wives and girlfriends and mistresses even have fun with their boys by playing with them all day long, yet feigning innocence, scolding him for suspecting her. It drives men almost as crazy as the spells themselves!

#6 – Punish him for everything!

Never, ever, ever give him a break. Keep his head spinning. Punish him if he breaks a rule, even if you’re the one who makes him break it! Punish him for rules you just made up on the spot. Heck, punish him for being so good you don’t have anything to punish him for!

Make your rules up to interpretation. Never tell him things plainly. His head is already foggy with lust, keep him confused so he’s bound to screw something up (as long as it’s something that isn’t too much of a bother for you, of course).

Or, hell, just punish him because you feel like being mean, don’t even tell him why, then laugh as he struggles to figure it out. The only time you should ever show mercy is when you’re building anticipation for the next punishment!

#7 – He can never win. Ever. No, seriously, not ever!

You are a Goddess. Literally. You control supernatural powers. He is just a man. Men are ruled by their cocks. And your power gives you absolute control over those cocks. The only chance he will ever have is your own sense of fair play and mercy. Don’t have one? Well, that’s just tough… for him! For you? All the fun in the world!

FapReport Tech Support Transcript

TS: FapReport Tech Support, how can I help you?

Cust: Take down my profile!

TS: Sir, this line is for women only. If you want help with our male department, you--

Cust: That option just puts me on hold forever! I was on there for three hours!

TS: *giggle* Wow, most guys get the joke within two hours!

Cust: You think this is funny?! Your website is a huge violation of privacy!

TS: Well, sir, we at FapReport don't really think so. See, now that all women have Sex Magic, your sexual thoughts and memories are a complete open book to any woman who wants to take a peek in your pervy little mind. If you want to blame anyone, blame yourself for being born with a dick and balls.

Cust: You can't just abuse your powers like this!

TS: The power begs to differ, Henry Stevenson.

Cust: Wh-what? I didn't tell you my name yet? Are you using your powers?!

TS: No, just the Caller ID function on my computer. But thank you for confirming. Now, let's see this profile of yours...

Cust: No, don't look at it!

TS: Oh, goodness. It says here that you like it when a girl finger fucks your asshole. You fucked an apple pie once because you saw it in a movie. You fantasize about your old grade school teacher slapping your balls with a yardstick. You used to steal your sister’s panties to sniff them. And your mothers!

Cust: I never stole my mother's panties! That's a lie!

TS: But you did steal your sister’s?

Cust: I--! N-no! Why would you even believe that?!

TS: Because it’s true, isn’t it?

Cust: You don’t know that! You can’t know that!

TS: Actually, sir… I think I’m getting a pretty good sense of who you are from this profile. There’s even pictures. If I focus on your image, and these fantasies, and I cast my senses in the general direction of the address on the ID… yes… yes, I think… ah. There you are Henry. Or do you prefer Hank?

Cust: You can’t sense me! That’s impossible! We’ve never met!

TS: That’s one of the beauties of FapReport, sir. A woman doesn’t even have to have met with or played with a man to get a sense of him. It’s difficult to make contact at first, but if he’s within their natural range limit, she can sometimes make a connection if she tries real hard. Me, I’ve done this hundreds of times, so I’m a pro at finding men. Of course, it helps when a pervert like you already has a throbbing hard-on when they call me. This is turning you on, isn’t it?

Cust: No! I hate your website!

TS: Liar. The thought of even women you’ve never met before, who didn’t even know you existed, now knowing all your dirty secrets and giggling over them is quite arousing for you.

Cust: Y-y-you’re the one lying! You’re just messing with my head!

TS: Do you feel a tongue on your shaft?

Cust: Ah! Yes!

TS: You feel a hand on your balls?

Cust: Yes! No! You can’t be--!

TS: How about a finger wriggling in your rectum?

Cust: Ahh!

TS: Do you believe me now?

Cust: Aaaaah! St-stop! Stop!

TS: *giggle* Goodness, you are tense! No wonder you’re already hard. When did you last empty those? Wait, hold on, your profile should say. Oh, wow, back in August? That was four months ago! No wait, August of last year? Hahahaha!

Cust: St-stop laughing! My balls are killing me, my cock is always hard, and your fucking website keeps encouraging girls to send little tease spells and dirty notes to me every day! Please, remove my profile! I can’t stand it anymore!

TS: Well, for one thing, sir, as a male, what you want is irrelevant. Our website exists for women’s fun and amusement, and if you don’t like it, too bad. You shouldn’t have been born a guy. For another, even if we did remove it, I have no doubt some of your “secret admirers” would just make another one. You’ve got an above average amount of followers.

Cust: I’ve got followers?

TS: Yes. You can’t see the number unless you’re logged in. Of course, very few men are allowed to edit their own profile, for obvious reasons. Anyway, you’ve got at least three thousand followers on here. I guarantee if I deleted your profile, at least a few of them would recreate it before the end of the day

Cust: Can’t you block my name from being used or something?

TS: Well, that wouldn’t be fair to all the other Henry Stevensons out there, now would it? And anyway, it’s not like they couldn’t remake the profile under another name or something.

Cust: So you won’t do anything?

TS: No.

Cust: Fucking cunt! You fuck--AAAH!!!

TS: Ooooh, hot sauce up the bum! I do that sensation to my boyfriend whenever he gets smart with me!

Cust: AAAAHH!!! You bitch, you cunt, I’ll fucking sue you!

TS: Yeah, good luck with that. The world doesn’t belong to your good-old-boy patriarchy anymore. It’s women’s turn to have their fun!

Cust: I’ll fucking kill you!

TS: Oh my! You know what? Just for that, I’m putting a five-day Open Season on your profile.

Cust: W-what the fuck does that mean?!

TS: Open Season is an invitation for every woman who wants to unload her strongest teasing spells on the guy in the profile. You’ve got over three thousand followers. I’m sure at least half of them are in range, or know someone in range, and have already connected to your penis before. Imagine a thousand women attacking your dick at once, without restraint, for five whole days. That’s what’s going to happen to you when I click this button.

Cust: No! Wait! Please! I’m sorry!

TS: Are you? Are you really?

Cust: Yes! I’m sorry! I’m sorry I wasted your time! I’m sorry I threatened you! I was out of line! I’m just going out of my mind here, and I’m so humiliated, and—

TS: So, you’ve learned your lesson? That women, and their fun, aren’t to be fucked with?

Cust: Yes! Yes, I swear!

TS: I’m very glad to hear it. You have a nice week, sir.

Cust: Okay… thank you… *click*

[Call Disconnected]

TS: Hahahahaha! Oh, man. Hey, did you guys hear all that? Hilarious, right?

TS: Hmm? You really think I should? I mean, he was pretty bent out of shape, but…

TS: Yeah, you’re right, he was a dickhead. Fuck ‘em! Literally!

[Enable Open Season?  Yes/No]

[Yes] *click*

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The Escape

Paulo took a deep draw on his cigarette as he stared out over the blue horizon. Standing at the edge of the long, wooden pier, he listened to the gentle rush of the waves, along with the thunking of many small rowboats. Every sea-worthy vessel was tied.

He heard the familiar footfalls of Marcus coming up behind him, followed by the pattering of smaller feet. Paulo took a final puff of his cigarette, then tossed it out into the water. The butt hissed briefly, before a fish swam up and sucked it into its mouth. Paulo watched it go, wondering if the thing would swallow and choke on it, or if it would have the sense to spit it out.

“It’s a no go,” said Marcus, in smooth Portuguese. “Senegal has sealed its boarders, and that means The Gambia is cut off as well. They’ve got a marine blockade up, just past the horizon. Everyone’s fenced in; anyone caught more than two miles out to sea will be detained and forced to shore, on threat of death. Going to be hell on the fishermen.”

Paulo mulled this over, then turned to his friend. Both men were swarthy, dressed in white slacks and shirts, sunglasses and straw hats with wide brims to help fend off the sun. Both also wore backpacks, holding all their belongings. With the way things were going, pickpockets and swindlers were being particularly bold in their efforts. Both men didn’t dare leave their packs unattended.

“No planes?” said Paulo.

“Everyone’s grounded,” he said. “Assuming we could even make it to an airport, the military still has them all locked down.” He sighed.