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This is an ambitious project that no doubt inspires others -- okay, my own self -- to tackle long-form porn WITH plot. The distinctive and fleshed-out characters, the lengths some of them go to get their prey -- the intensity of their efforts might be even too much.
The omnipresence of cameras and the concept of Harbor City rapists recording everything must be of greater importance than to be just there. And I don't necessarily mean Morgana finding out one of them -- and she will, won't she?
Lucius wrote: Fri Aug 08, 2025 7:16 pm
This is an ambitious project that no doubt inspires others -- okay, my own self -- to tackle long-form porn WITH plot. The distinctive and fleshed-out characters, the lengths some of them go to get their prey -- the intensity of their efforts might be even too much.
The omnipresence of cameras and the concept of Harbor City rapists recording everything must be of greater importance than to be just there. And I don't necessarily mean Morgana finding out one of them -- and she will, won't she?
As @LtBroccoli is likely currently thinking on how to respond, let me jump in as s fanboy rereading this in its edited form. This story hasn’t reached full steam yet, neither narratively or on sexual peccadillos. I stopped reading this as a rape story a long time ago, and frenetically awaiting any new chapter simply for the quality of storytelling.
Shocker wrote: Fri Aug 08, 2025 7:40 pmAs @LtBroccoli is likely currently thinking on how to respond, let me jump in as s fanboy rereading this in its edited form. This story hasn’t reached full steam yet, neither narratively or on sexual peccadillos. I stopped reading this as a rape story a long time ago, and frenetically awaiting any new chapter simply for the quality of storytelling.
I like how the author handles his sizeable cast -- granted, it's not A Song of Ice and Fire huge, but a lot of people nonetheless.
Lucius wrote: Fri Aug 08, 2025 7:16 pm
This is an ambitious project that no doubt inspires others -- okay, my own self -- to tackle long-form porn WITH plot. The distinctive and fleshed-out characters, the lengths some of them go to get their prey -- the intensity of their efforts might be even too much.
The omnipresence of cameras and the concept of Harbor City rapists recording everything must be of greater importance than to be just there. And I don't necessarily mean Morgana finding out one of them -- and she will, won't she?
As @LtBroccoli is likely currently thinking on how to respond, let me jump in as s fanboy rereading this in its edited form. This story hasn’t reached full steam yet, neither narratively or on sexual peccadillos. I stopped reading this as a rape story a long time ago, and frenetically awaiting any new chapter simply for the quality of storytelling.
Thanks guys. I'm a little over a third through what was posted back on RU, and there is a lot to go. The plans didn't start out this long, but eventually the story took on a life of its own.
The cameras in the Club started off as a way to show the other members what happened to the women they offered, but over time they adopted surveillance culture and exploited it. As far as Morgana finding a camera, let's just say that I have some fucked up ideas for the future. Remember, she walked in on James messing with the light fixture one day...
The next chapter is coming up soon. Let's just say the timing for posting JC's story lines up within some events in the next few chapters...
There's two things I like including in my stories. Murphy's Law and Chekov's Gun. Like how Francesca might seem like a random girl in the last chapter, I have plans for her when I get back to this story.
Chapter Tags: FSolo, FF, voy Content Warnings: Stalking and House buying
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Drew and Morgana talk about their future, and Tommy sees something that makes him think...
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Chapter 32
Drew and Morgana spent the 4th of July weekend down in Washington, D.C., the nation’s capital. They did all the touristy things that come along with the package trip. They visited the various monuments, toured the Smithsonian, watched some protests, went to the National Zoo, and ate some good ole soul food. Drew enjoyed the food the most. They spent a great weekend together and capped it off by watching the fireworks over the National Mall.
They were back in town for work on Tuesday, after deciding to crash in the city for another night. It was another chance for the two to be alone. Monday morning, they experienced DC traffic for the first time. The phrase ‘9th circle of Hell’ was used more than once. At one point they got so turned around and fed up with the beltway that they got off on the first exit the saw. Thus, that’s how they spent an hour going in the wrong direction toward Richmond, Virginia. After navigating away from there and back to Harbor City without taking the main routes, the couple spent the rest of the day exploring the backroads and old mountain ranges. After a few hours, they were home.
While Drew did most of the driving on Monday, Morgana asked her friends how their weekend was on the group chat. James replied that he had a relaxing weekend with a friend of his up on the lake and went boating for a while. This led to the rabbit hole of 20 questions that James feigned ignorance to. He didn’t want to mention his friend by name, and the boat was the only one on the lake that big that was permanently berthed there. He mentioned that it was big and white and fast. He did say that if they ever visited as a group, he’d recommend renting a boat or seeing if he could borrow it for a few hours.
Tommy didn’t respond to the group texts until after the workday. While everyone else took the day off to travel back, Tommy was at the construction site overseeing things for James. For the most part it was a typical Monday where half the crew didn’t show up, a few suppliers had issues, and those that did come in were dragging ass. Still, Tommy used the day to help wrap up a few small projects in the basement mechanicals. When he did get time to talk, Morgana immediately asked him about his planned white-water rafting trip. Tommy told her it never happened. Everyone but Mitch cancelled and Mitch doesn’t like camping. Tommy mentioned how they hit the bars and coyly mentioned meeting a woman on Saturday Night. Morgana was all in for wanting the details. She replied that she was happy that Tommy had a good weekend, but felt a little better when Tommy said that she was heading back down to Australia. As Tommy described Ella, Morgana felt a brief pang of jealousy hit her. She shouldn’t be jealous, Tommy was single and she was married. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little bitter towards this new woman she’s never met. The group agreed to meet soon before Drew went back down to Melbourne next week.
One of the many things they talked about on the drive was possibly moving and getting a new house. They liked living in the condo, but agreed that it wasn’t big enough for an entire family. Sure, they have the second bedroom but Drew was thinking about turning that into an office for the times he could work from home in the future. It was also the first time they seriously talked about having a kid. They could easily live in the condo for the next few years as a couple, but bringing in a kid means all the extras that go along with it, and living in company sponsored housing with a kid just felt risky to them. Besides, the housing was supposed to be only for 6 months to a year until they found a place of their own. Why not make that now?
While Drew was home for the rest of the week, they started the home buying process. They were amazed at what they discovered. Unlike some other housing markets, Harbor City was relatively sane. With their combined income and savings, they were approved for a mortgage in the mid six figures. In L.A. or San Francisco, this would get a shed or a two-bedroom bungalow in major need of repair. In Harbor City, they were looking at small mansions and gated communities. They could easily afford a brand-new home in a new development or find a place in any of the trendy spots around town. Almost everything was theirs.
Except time.
As much as their money went a long way in Harbor City, houses weren’t staying on the market for long. If a new house was on the market for a week without at least 3 offers, something must be wrong with it. Each time they’d call about a new house or see a place pop up online, it was just a matter of days until it vanished. Even the new construction plans were filling up quickly. They knew this was going to be tough, but doing so with Drew out of the country half the time for the next few months would make house hunting a monumental task. They decided to ask their friends for help.
On Thursday, the four of them met up for dinner. They settled on a Greek place nearby. As they ate, Drew and Morgana asked Tommy and James if they could help them with finding a new house. They figured that they were both in construction and James had spent many years in the area so he was familiar with the city. James said they’d love to help. Tommy asked what timetable they were looking at, not trying to sound too anxious. Morgana told them they weren’t in any rush, but just that the market was nuts right now. If they scheduled a meeting for a house for the weekend, it was cancelled by Friday because the owners accepted an offer. Tommy came up with an idea of one of them helping the couple by standing in for Drew when he was out of town. And James offered to help with the home inspection. Depending on the time of the viewing, they could Facetime Drew and shoot some videos of the house and neighborhood. Drew thought it was a great idea and together the crew went to work house hunting.
Drew and Morgana went on a couple open houses that weekend, but it was mostly just to dip their toes in the water. This let them see what their money would get them in different areas. They checked out all different kinds of houses and in many different locations. Tommy and James helped them come up with a list of neighborhoods to look at and places to avoid. Heartland and Veneto had big red X’s through them, while Hillside, Farrell Township, and the Westchester area were high on the lists. Staying close to the office in Farrell was a bonus but not necessary as the other areas were relatively close and had good school district grades.
When Drew left for Melbourne again, Tommy was there to help Morgana out of her funk. That’s when Tommy helped to lift Morgana’s spirits, whether it was with a witty joke, a funny story, or sometimes just being there. Morgana didn’t know what she would do if Tommy wasn’t there. She was glad to have someone as awesome as him in her life.
‘If only she met him a few years earlier,’ she’d catch herself thinking on more than one occasion. These thoughts of Tommy interrupted her daily life more and more as Drew was down in Melbourne. She would talk to her husband every night, but as she longed to feel him, she’d indulge herself in fantasies of a forbidden friend. She’d feel guilty after, but she felt so good during.
Her daily routine was basically the same as it was when Drew left the first time. Wake up, run, breakfast, shower, work, come home, talk to Drew and relax. Except now she’d add in house hunting to the list. She admitted that there was something both so right and so wrong about looking for a home to make a family with Tommy there instead of Drew.
The more time Tommy spent with Morgana, the more it drove him nuts not being with her as more than a friend. He helped with everything that he could, but the day to day was wearing on him. He did what he could to pass the time and distract himself, but it didn’t seem to work as well as it did before. Sure, he loved watching the rape videos on the Club’s website and his continuous voyeurism of Riley and Jordan was starting to pay off, but his obsession with Morgana grew. And with as crazy as he was, he was certain that when he’d flirt with her a little, she’d flirt back. Especially when they went house hunting.
When Tommy met Morgana’s realtor, they explained the situation. The realtor was a new friend of theirs named Gina. She was a woman in her late 40’s, a little thick but good looking for her age. They both thought that she might be a good match for James, assuming he were interested. Gina knew the deal and had talked to Drew over Facetime. It wasn’t the weirdest situation she’d dealt with. Tommy and Morgana would physically look at the houses and record the walk-throughs while Drew would connect to a call if able. Where things got weird is if they went to a showing or an open house and another agent was there. Even in this modern age, it’s pretty unusual for a married woman to go house shopping with a good guy friend while her husband is overseas. Each and every other agent assumed they were married and buying the house for themselves. At first, they explained the situation, but at one open house the agent was a real Karen and refused to listen. She insisted that they were buying the house for themselves, even when they had a Facetime call showing Drew the house. Instead, Morgana decided to have some fun with her and admit that all three of them were looking for a place to set up a brothel, and she was the head whore. Drew would collect the money and Tommy would wash the cocks. Tommy and Drew then argued about why did Tommy get to wash the cocks, all to piss off Karen. They went through the house, loudly talking about what kinds of freaky sex they could have in each room. Karen kicked them out after a while, but not until they had a long and drawn out argument over who got to use the special butt plugs in the walk-in pantry.
The playful flirting didn’t stop there. When Morgana and Tommy went to a couple open houses one Sunday when Drew wasn’t available, each one of the realtors they met just assumed they were a recently engaged couple since Tommy wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. He was going to tell the first realtor the truth when Morgana just played along, holding the tall skinny man close the whole time throughout the house. He flirted back as much as he thought he could get away with, stopping just short of kissing her on the lips. Right when things were getting a little awkward, that’s when Aislinn called and asked how things were going. The three of them chatted for a while with Tommy’s flirting with Aislinn being a little more obvious than before. While Morgana was driving and Tommy was talking on the phone with her sister, he swore he could actually see her get a little jealous.
After that day, Tommy needed a couple hours alone watching the hidden cams. Of course, he checked in on Riley and Jordan. Just as he figured would happen one day, they had a drunken make out session the night before. He rewound to the night before and saw what happened. They went out to a party and came back proper sloshed but still in a partying mood. They had a little bit of vodka hidden away so they made mixed drinks and played some music. When they turned on some dance music, they started dancing and grinding with each other. Riley wore a tight red one-piece dress with spaghetti straps and a skirt that came down to her mid-thigh. Jordan wore a black halter top and matching miniskirt. As they danced and drank they got more handsy with each other. Riley made the first move and leaned in for the kiss, and Jordan gladly reciprocated. The two made out for a few minutes before moving to the couch. They made out for a while, but stopped short of doing anything else. Neither complained about the other going too far, it’s just that no one made the next move. When he fast forwarded to the next morning, they were both hung over in their own bedrooms. Tommy switched the camera feeds back and forth to see how the morning went. Neither described the night before until well into the afternoon when they had a long conversation about it. Right after they both agreed to stay friends, that’s when Jordan made the next move kissed and Riley. This led to a rather brief but intense session of making out and feeling each other up. Riley was shocked when Jordan took off her shirt, but didn’t stop. Jordan continued the initiative, removing Riley’s shorts next. Seeing as it was a lazy Sunday, both were in their pajamas and stripped easily. They fooled around for the rest of the day, culminating in their first lesbian session when they both fingered each other to climax. When Tommy caught up to real time, both of the young women lay on the couch in each other’s arms.
He switched over to Morgana’s camera. She had just gotten off of the phone with Drew and was relaxing for the night. Normally this meant watching some TV or getting something to eat. Instead, she went on a jog. It was her second of the day and she was gone for about an hour. Tommy checked the clock and saw that it was evening now. It wasn’t the dead heat of the afternoon so this made some sense. When she came back, she was hot, sweaty, and sticky. She made her way to the bedroom and closed the door. She peeled off her sports bra and the running legging shorts she wore. She went into the bathroom to start the shower, but soon returned. Morgana climbed into her bed and pulled the covers back, splaying naked for only the hidden camera to see. She stroked her nipples for a moment before moving her hands down her body to her twat. She played with her clit with her right hand while she fucked herself with her left hand. She went at it hard and fast. She was in one hell of a mood. As she fucked herself, that’s when Tommy heard something he’d never heard from her room before.
“Tommy, oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Tommyyyyyyy…”
He was stunned. Stunned and drained, as he busted a nut all over himself when she moaned his name as she came. Did that just happen? Morgana got up and, after looking around cautiously out of habit, went to the bathroom for a shower. While showering, Tommy rewound the footage. It was low, but it was distinctly Tommy’s name, not Drew’s that she moaned when she came.
Tommy sat there dumbstruck for a while, trying to think about what to do next. He knew that she was attracted to him, but he still couldn’t make the first move. He needed her to move after him.
But how? He sat there for the next couple hours trying to come up with an idea. Finally, late at night on Sunday, he had one. He had a plan that make Morgana fall into his arms and into his bed. He just needed some help to accomplish that. For that, he required James and some help from The Club.
LtBroccoli wrote: Fri Aug 08, 2025 9:27 pmAs far as Morgana finding a camera, let's just say that I have some fucked up ideas for the future. Remember, she walked in on James messing with the light fixture one day...
Yeah, that was the moment with Chekhov's lantern that I've had in mind.
Chapter Tags: Nosex Content Warnings: Conspiring and Bargaining
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Tommy comes up with a plan, but needs help to pull it off...
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Chapter 33
James listened to Tommy’s plan at work the next day during a break from spot checking welds. It’s hard to call anything easy on a construction site of this magnitude, but they were performing walkarounds of the upper floors as the last of the superstructure was going up. Pretty soon, the final parts of the metal skeleton would be complete and they would be one step closer to having a full-fledged building. James figured that within a month the superstructure will be complete and they can focus on everything else, like the interior structures and whatnot. The pair made their way through the 11th and 12th floors, checking to see that various welds and joints were properly made before making a call for the inspector to come out and check things over. James sat on a large empty spool to rest his feet. He also checked to make sure that no one was around before talking.
“I wanna see if I got this straight.” James said, stretching out his lower back. “Because she yelled out yer name while wankin’ one off, you think it’s time to make a move? And how the bloody fook ya gonna do that?”
Tommy stood for a moment as he talked. “I can’t just ask her out and start making out, that won’t work.”
“Of course it won’t, ya daft cunt.” James replied. “The minute ya make a move, she bolts.”
“Which is why she has to make the first move.”
“No shit, Sherlock. Howya gonna do that?” James said, a little exasperated at the stupidity he felt coming. That’s when Tommy started pacing back and forth. His ‘thinkin’ walk’ as James called it.
“I’ll have to make her make the first move. And the best I could come up with a little risky.”
“And what’s that?”
Tommy stopped right in front of James and looked around a couple times, making sure the coast was clear. It was. No one was within earshot of the two. Tommy leaned in closer and spoke quietly.
“She makes the first move after she gets attacked.” Tommy said, a look of consternation on his face. James was shocked.
“You fookin’ serious? You makin’ her an offerin’?” James asked, confused and interested on where Tommy’s mind was going. The younger man shook his head.
“No, no, no. No. Not that.”
“Well what then?”
“Well,” Tommy paused for a moment, looking for the right words as he fidgeted back and forth. “I was thinking a random attack. It happens when Drew’s out of town. She goes on one of her runs, and someone jumps out and…” Tommy’s words trailed off.
“And what, fooks her right then and there on the path?” James answered in the worst way possible on purpose. He wants to drive Tommy to the path, not the destination. He knew what Tommy wants to say better than Tommy could say it at first.
“No, no. Just a good scare. Someone jumps out, like an attempted mugging. If they try anything else, it’s just to scare her. But they let her go before things go too far. She runs home, freaks out, and needs someone to talk to.”
“And that someone is you?”
“Exactly. I drop everything and come over, be there for her, and then get her to make the first move.” Tommy looked like a man who thought he planned the perfect heist. Once again, Tommy looked around to make sure no one was approaching. They were still in the clear. James thought about what Tommy said for a moment, stroking his chin.
“So you think this’ll work?” James asked. Tommy nodded. The older man had some serious doubts about what Tommy proposed. But he saw an opening. A very tempting opening. But he needed some answers. How well did Tommy think this through?
“What happens if she calls Drew instead of you? Or Aislinn or Bianca? Or the cops?” James asked. Tommy was quick with the answer.
“We time this for her run in the evening. Both Aislinn and Drew are at work and are usually in meetings. Do this on a Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday, and both are in meetings they can’t get out of from 7PM to 10PM. She goes on her run in the evening at 7 and gets back by 8. She’s timed it to coincide with when they’re not available to talk. She likes Bianca but isn’t so close that the first person she’d call after this would be Bianca.”
“Which leaves the cops.”
“She won’t call the cops.” Tommy was absolutely certain of his statement.
“Why’s that?” James asked, wondering how the young man could be so sure.
“She’s won’t. Calling the cops on a work visa short of anything other than a murder or robbery brings a lot of unwanted attention. If she calls the cops, they’ll take her ID and info and confirm with Pharma that she works for them. Then the rumors will spread about why she had the cops called on her and best case she’ll be embarrassed, worst case transferred back to Melbourne because she’s a distraction. As long as the attack is just a scare, she won’t call them.” As Tommy finished his statement, James knew he was right. Get the wrong cop on the wrong day and next thing she knows she’s dealing with a world of legal problems.
“So that’s the plan?”
“The basics of the plan, yeah.”
James sat back on the spool for a moment thinking about what Tommy laid out. There were several ways this could go wrong. For starters, they’d need someone to try this and the only people he could think of were professionals of sorts in this field. They might be a little too successful or try a little too hard once they saw her. Second, this assumes she calls Tommy right away. That could be mitigated with some planning but there’s still the chance of getting the cops involved. Third, the hitter goes for the wrong target. Fourth, someone spots him and blows the cover.
“How populated is it where she runs?” James asked.
“Not too busy. There’s a trail that goes past a park nearby, leads to some shady woods. Could easily hide in there, ambush her, scare her.” Tommy said, convincing himself more and more that this plan could work. James wasn’t as convinced, but at least Tommy had the details.
“Where’s he gonna park? How’s he gonna get away?”
“The trail goes near the park. He could park near there. It’s an open parking lot, no cameras or anything. What do you think?” Tommy stood there silent for a minute as James played it over in his head.
The older man ran the plan through his mind a few times, looking for the flaws. Aside from the unexpected random visitor or cop on a patrol, there weren’t many holes in the plan. James knew from experience about Murphy’s First Law of Combat and Project Planning: The best laid plans go straight to Hell as soon as the first shot is fired. He searched for the failure. He could only find one.
Tommy might succeed. If he was too successful, he might not be evil enough to get the young man to make Morgana fuck him. But he was working on a plan for that, too.
James nodded. “Okay. When does this go down?” He asked Tommy, who stood there flustered as he looked for an answer to an unexpected yes.
“Drew comes back middle of next week for a long weekend, then is back out of town until right before Labor Day. Drew and Aislinn are in meetings all evening from 7 to 9 or 10 Tuesday through Thursday. This week works best. Otherwise, we’ll have to wait until next month.” James shook his head at the response.
“Not much fookin’ time to work with. I’ll call up a friend tonight, see if we can make this happen Wednesday. Thursday’s a backup in case the weather sucks.”
“Thank you.” Tommy was beside himself with excitement. He almost leapt over and hugged James, but caught himself just in time.
“Don’t thank me yet, Twinkletoes. There’s still a thousand ways this goes wrong. I’ll call someone and see if this can even be set up. You need to make the most of this on your side. Now go, walk ‘round, wipe the smile off yer face, and let’s get back to work.” James scolded the young man but could feel his excitement. He wouldn’t show it, but he was excited, too.
After work, James messaged Steve on the Club’s encrypted chat and gave him the story. Steve liked it, but wondered what the endgame was for James. The Aussie told him that he hoped that Tommy would come close to achieving his ultimate goal but would fall short. Steve was a little confused on that, but James confided in his friend that he wanted to fuck Morgana again and get a chance to enjoy it and her. Tommy was sliding further and further into corruption, but if he succeeded too soon, he’d never reach the dark side. But if he were denied just at the last moment, he might be pushed hard enough to do something incredibly crazy. Steve said “Oh, so you’re Palpatine and he’s Anakin, and you need him to kill some children.” James caught the reference, but said “eventually, but right now he needs to suffer a little. His plan has a major flaw in it. Morgana is happily married but a little stressed. She’s not far enough along to throw everything away for a spur of the moment shag, but Tommy doesn’t see it that way. What we need is for him to almost succeed.”
They went through the details, but Steve had a problem. Wednesday night was church night with his kids. He didn’t want to go, but part of the divorce settlement was that they’d take them until the kids were adults. They enjoyed the youth group nights, but for the most part they only showed up because the mother insisted on it and Steve was well past listening to her bitch about it, so they do it just to keep the harpy quiet. They would show up, look for their friends, then either hang out or be bored. If neither of the kids had any friends show up, then Steve would make an excuse to leave and they’d go get ice cream or dinner or just go anywhere else. Thursday night didn’t work for him, either. Once again, he had the kids and his daughter was having a few friends come for a sleepover. Plus, Steve also met Morgana before and she might recognize him. He didn’t want to risk everything for Tommy’s hairbrained scheme. But he did know someone who might be crazy enough to help.
Jonathan Crenshaw sat in his small apartment in Peachtree, playing The Witcher on his PS5 when his phone showed a message from Steve through the Club’s encrypted WhatsApp chat. After pausing the game, he answered. Steve wanted to talk about a special project, one for a friend of theirs in their club of mutual interests. They went back and forth for a moment before Steve got to the point. After a minute, Jonathan got up and went to the bathroom, turning on the exhaust fan and the shower for some homemade white noise. They had a VoIP call to go over what was being asked, who it was for, and why.
Jonathan, or Jesus to his friends, looked in the bathroom mirror as Steve told him the plan. They called him Jesus because he looked like how the old European masters painted Jesus back in the day. Pale skin, long brown hair, blue eyes, short beard, and skinny. He even had the 8-pack and cum gutters that have become famous on all those paintings. He’s thought of trimming the hair, but he’s grown so used to it that he’s even had fun with the whole JC thing, showing up to parties dressed as the old carpenter.
The plan was crazy. He was to almost attack a specific woman on a specific running trail Wednesday night shortly after 7 but no later than 9. JC wasn’t supposed to hurt her, just scare her. He didn’t like it. He told Steve it was too risky just for a scare. He would have 1, maybe 2 days to scout the trail, find a place to set up shop, not draw attention from anyone else, and he’d have to get out in a heartbeat as soon as she left. And if this was a good hunting spot, he’d burn it for months if not years as soon as reports came out about a molester or rapist on the trail. He wanted to know why he should put himself into this much risk. Steve said that he would owe him a big favor, and that the next time a one-sider comes up on the Club, he’d recommend that he got it. A one-sider is a gift or offering in the Club without compensation. Someone makes a post saying ‘Here’s this woman, please rape her and film it. I don’t need to receive.’ JC thought about it for a minute before he agreed. He’d already watched two guys fuck the woman in question in her sleep and her footage was well known inside of the Club. Besides, doing things the wrong way for a night might feel refreshing. It’s been a while since he was up for a mission like this. Normally, he had his favorite spots out in the county or on the other side of the city for the quick snatch off a trail.
After the call was over, JC went to work planning things out. Steve gave him the woman, the trail location, and the approximate time of day. After connecting through a VPN and pulling up Google Maps Street view he had the perfect spot for the mission and the perfect spot if he ever decided to come back. The trail was a loop of a little over 4 miles, so easily a 5k plus a cool down section. Women running from the condos towards the trail would run due East about two miles then loop around a small park that was more or less natural woods, then come back heading West to the condos. In the morning, they’re running into the sun to start the run and their return has the sun to their back. In the evening that was reversed. Morgana would run East for a while then turn back and run directly into the setting sun. There was a dogleg in the trail where many dark spots existed at that time and the contrast with the blinding sun would be perfect. He could set up shop there after striking out on Morgana and have fun all night long or come back in the future and take advantage of the setting sun.
JC sent a message to Steve. He was in on two conditions. He owed him big time, and as long as the scene was clear he would try to hunt later that night. He had access to the security cams of the condos so he knew more than one sexy woman ran on the trail in the evening. Steve reluctantly agreed. If it were anyone else he’d say no outright, but JC had a talent for this. If things went sideways, he had a few other spots he’d go to and come back when the heat died down. In the meantime, JC had some research to do on Morgana. The most important questions were if she carries any weapons with her when she ran, and what her tits looked like under that sports bra.
Wondering how it all going to go wrong for 'creeping Jesus'.
LtBroccoli wrote: Sun Aug 10, 2025 3:42 amTommy might succeed. If he was too successful, he might not be evil enough to get the young man to make Morgana fuck him.
I admit I'm lost in the syntax here. The second 'he' must be James, but isn't he evil enough?
Lucius wrote: Sun Aug 10, 2025 7:45 am
Wondering how it all going to go wrong for 'creeping Jesus'.
LtBroccoli wrote: Sun Aug 10, 2025 3:42 amTommy might succeed. If he was too successful, he might not be evil enough to get the young man to make Morgana fuck him.
I admit I'm lost in the syntax here. The second 'he' must be James, but isn't he evil enough?
Thanks. The syntax is a little clunky, but James realizes if Tommy gets Morgana now, James might not be able to manipulate Tommy enough to open Morgana up for him. What James wants is to Tommy to get just close enough to push him to do something desperate. James knows how obsessed Tommy is, and how his obsession is only growing. Of course, he's needling this along from the background the whole time. James just has to make sure he doesn't push too hard or too fast.
Tommy's plan brings him closer to Morgana than he thought, but not how he wants...
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Chapter 34
Morgana enjoyed her new daily routine, now that the sun wasn’t directly overhead so late into the night. Instead of waking up at 5AM to run, she’d wake up at 6, talk to Drew for a bit, then jump in the shower and head to work, eating breakfast on the way. After work, she’d call him again while he was on his way into the office. They might chat a little bit more before his day got filled with meetings, but then he’d wrap things up with a call on his lunch break between, usually between 9-11 PM where Morgana was. They’d repeat this each day of the week.
It was Wednesday, and she looked forward to her run. After a light dinner and a quick break, she gave Drew a call over Facetime. He started work when she was coming home, but he was usually free for a couple hours. Today was no exception. They talked about a few of the houses her and Tommy saw the week earlier and how one was really nice but by the time they called the realtor back it was already off the market. She didn’t like the idea of buying a home for their family without Drew at least stepping foot in it first, but she would if that’s what she’d have to do. Her and Tommy would check out some more houses for them on Friday evening and then again on the weekend. They were going to check out some houses tonight but instead he said he had to catch up on a little work, but if she wanted to hang out later and look at some listings, he’d be free.
She decided that this was the perfect night for a run. After the call, she changed into a yellow sports bra and her running shorts. A quick check of the text messages and telling Tommy that she was going on a run but after that if he wanted to get some Mexican for a late dinner, she’d be up for that. A smiley face, thumbs up, and ‘Cya l8r’ was all that was needed to confirm. Morgana put the phone in her pocket and closed the apartment door behind her. A quick walk down the steps and out the front door and she was almost ready. A stretch, a tap on the watch to record the workout, and she was on her way.
Morgana had run this trail many times before. A concrete path to the back of the condo complex, then transition to a gravel path as it wound around a small park. A 6-kilometer lap, more or less. It would wind past some trees, some bushes, a small pond where some ducks lived, and then back the other way. The first few times this summer she ran it was in the morning, and the lack of daylight scared her. What if some sick pervert was waiting in the bushes? She couldn’t see anything and there was no one around to help. That fear subsided over time, and completely disappeared when she switched to running in the evening. Surely, no one would be stupid enough to try something in broad daylight, right?
As she rounded the corner heading at the end of the first kilometer, Morgana saw something different up in the distance. The light was coming from behind her, so she caught a good look at a figure off in the bushes. She almost didn’t see him at first, he was pretty well hidden. If it weren’t for the reflection coming off of his sunglasses, she wouldn’t have seen anything. She tried to figure out what they were doing in the bushes. That’s when she noticed that she couldn’t make out his face. She thought about it for a moment as she quickly approached. Something was off, though. It was a hot day in July, and this man was hiding in the bushes wearing long sleeves. It was a man based on the size as she got closer. His face was obscured. His sunglasses blocked his eyes and his face…
His face was covered. Her brain froze for a moment. There were only two reasons why a man would hide in the bushes at this time of night on a running trail. He was a mugger, or he was a rapist. Maybe both. She wouldn’t have to wait long to find out which.
She was less than 5 meters from the shrubs when she stopped. As soon as she did, the man lunged out from the bushes. He wasn’t brandishing a weapon that she could see, but she didn’t want to take that chance. She froze for a moment, her feet refusing to work. She tried to run, but she couldn’t. The man made no demands for anything, immediately reaching for her arm. A gloved hand caught her wrist.
“HEELLP! HELP!” She screamed, the touch bringing her out of her shock. The man was bigger and stronger than her, easily pulling her to the side of the trail. He spun her around, still holding her left wrist with his right hand. He was next to her, right up against her. He grabbed her breasts through her sports bra. She could feel him behind her.
Morgana had one thought only, escape. She kicked back, hitting the man in the leg and feet. He stumbled back and let go. She sprinted away at full speed.
“Get back here you bitch!” It’s all she heard as she ran. She dared not look over her shoulder, not knowing how close he was. After about 10 seconds she looked over her shoulder, she couldn’t see him. He wasn’t there. Still, she couldn’t take the chance. She ran until her legs almost gave out. She sprinted almost a kilometer back to her apartment where she frantically opened the door with her key. She didn’t wait for the elevator and used the last of the adrenaline rush to climb the steps and get back into her place. As soon as he was inside, she collapsed on the couch and cried. She couldn’t believe what happened. And just outside of her condo, too. She shook uncontrollably on the couch, a combination of the nerves and coming down from the adrenaline rush. Her legs hurt, her sides hurt, everything hurt.
She picked up her phone, but froze on who to call. Drew and Aislinn were in meetings. She thought about calling the cops, but second guessed it. She was on her work visa and didn’t want to cause any trouble. Besides, knowing her luck she’d get one of those asshole cops who blame the victims. She thought about Bianca for a second, but her friend was under enough stress as it was, she didn’t want to add to that burden. Morgana called the only person who could help right now, the only person she wanted to see besides Drew. The phone rang a couple times before Tommy answered.
“Hello?” His cheery voice was its normal chipper tone. That changed as soon as he heard the crying. “What’s going on?”
“Come over, please, just come over as fast as you can.” Morgana said between sniffles.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes, what happened? Are you okay?” His voiced changed to concern. She could hear rustling in the background, like he was already halfway out the door.
“No, I’m not. Please, come over.”
“I’ll be there in a few.” Morgana hung up without saying anything else.
Tommy sat at his desk, watching the hidden cams in Morgana’s apartment. About 20 minutes ago she finished getting dressed and left on the run. She normally completes the lap in a half hour. He knew if the plan worked, he’d have to act shocked when she called. It didn’t take him long to find out if it worked. Less than 15 minutes after she left, Morgana came running back into the apartment, locking everything behind her and collapsed on the couch. She was crying profusely now. Tommy felt sick, seeing what he put her through. He could never let her find out that it was him behind this. Then his phone rang. He took a deep breath, getting into character.
“Hello?” His cheery voice was its normal chipper tone. He changed it as soon as he heard the crying. “What’s going on?”
“Come over, please, just come over as fast as you can.” Morgana said between sniffles.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes, what happened? Are you okay?” Tommy was halfway out the door, keys in hand by the time he said that.
“No, I’m not. Please, come over.”
“I’ll be there in a few.” Morgana hung up without saying anything else. Tommy hopped in his work truck and was at their place in ten minutes. A moment later he’s buzzing the door and then at her door. As soon as he knocked, the door swung open and she saw him. Morgana wrapped him in a bear hug and brought him inside.
Morgana told Tommy what happened after bringing him to the couch. She was crying, face in her hands. She still wore the same clothes from earlier, a yellow sports bra and running shorts. Tommy wore a gray V-neck t-shirt, checkered shorts, and boat shoes. He sat with his arm around her, comforting her. He let her cry for a moment, thinking about how he could make this work.
“I can’t believe it. All of a sudden, everything’s fine. Next, this man has me by the arm and grabs my tit. It’s just, just, too much.”
Morgana cries a little more, and Tommy pulls her closer to him, letting her cry on his shoulder.
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. This could’ve happened to anyone.” Tommy said, putting as much care as he could into the phrase. She just kept crying. He put his hand under her chin and tilted her face up to see his. Her eyes were red, bloodshot from tears.
“It’ll be okay. I promise.” He smiled softly, then brought his head down to meet hers, his forehead resting against hers. They were close, dangerously close now. He could feel her move closer, her face right next to his, her lips.
That’s when the first splash of vomit hit him in the face.
Tommy held Morgana close as she cried. She hadn’t felt this bad and this good in a long time. The assault played back over and over in her mind as her muscles still ached from the run. There’s a world of distance between running for fun and running for your life. As she cried, her mind explored everything that could’ve happened in if she didn’t fight back. That man, that masked man without a face, would’ve dragged her into the woods. From there, he would hurt her. He’d probably beat her, punch her a few times then find a way to bind her arms to keep her from fighting. He’d pull her bra up, her pants down, and violate her in the foulest ways imaginable. She hadn’t been with another man for years, since before her and Drew started dating. The thought of that man raping her made her sick. Hell, could he have killed her, too?
At the same time, she sat here with a friend that truly cared for her, that wanted to see the best for her. This friend, after all these months, seemed to genuinely care for her as a person. He was doing everything right. When Tommy lifted her face towards his, she saw care in his eyes that she’s only seen a few times in her life. Dammit, if he wasn’t going to make a move now, then she would. Besides, she thought, she could blame a simple kiss on being stressed out from the attack.
It only took Morgana a split second to decide to kiss Tommy, but when she moved in, something happened. Images of the attack ran through her mind, images of what could’ve happened, being raped by that monster, then suddenly Drew was there, watching everything, watching her be violated, watching her kiss Tommy.
All of her emotions roiled up into one massive outpouring as her stomach immediately expelled its contents. She didn’t have time to run or move. The panic of almost being raped and the implied guilt of cheating on her husband manifested itself as the contents of her pre-run meal came back up and all over Tommy’s face. As she stared into his eyes, she then leaned over and vomited on his lap.
Out of the hundred or so ways this could’ve gone, being puked on was not on Tommy’s list. He didn’t have to ask if it was puke, he could smell it and taste it as soon as it hit his face. He tried to open his eyes, to see what happened, but there was some in them and he dare not open them. A moment later, his pants were covered.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Gimme a moment.” Morgana got up and ran to the bathroom. Tommy heard another retch in the bathroom, followed by a flush of the toilet. He didn’t move, just sat in his own mess. Well, Morgana’s mess all over him. He tried to carefully remove his shirt in a way to keep it from seeping further on him. That was a fail. He just made a bigger mess. A moment later he heard Morgana return, and felt as she put a towel in his hands.
“Here. I’m sorry, I just-“
“It’s…it is what it is.” Tommy was at a loss for words after that. Even that sentence let some of the bile drip in his mouth. He wiped off as much as he could from his face, but his shorts were covered, too. She helped wipe up his lap without even thinking about how awkward it would be. Once she realized, though, she stopped.
“I-I’ll go start a shower.” Morgana bolted to the guest bathroom and started a shower for Tommy. The tall man sat there dumbfounded at what happened. A few seconds later, she emerged. “Shower’s running, go clean yourself. I’ll get some spare clothes for ya. I’ll start the laundry for ya. Gonna do a load here anyway.” She tried to laugh it off. It didn’t work. Tommy made his way to the bathroom and left his clothes in a pile on the floor. She collected them and took them to the washing machine. She added the towels and the couch cushion covers as well. She cleaned up as best she could in a few minutes before grabbing a pair of Drew’s gym shorts and an old t-shirt of his and leaving them by the shower. She left the door open to the guest bathroom, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t try to sneak a peek.
While Tommy finished up his shower, Morgana cleaned herself up quickly and changed her clothes into a Melbourne Storm t-shirt and shorts. A few splashes of mouthwash and she had the taste of vomit out of her mouth. She may not be presentable to meet the Queen, but at least she’s not covered in sick anymore.
Tommy exited the shower, shaking his head at how everything went. ‘How could I be so stupid?’ He blamed himself for not seeing how this could’ve happened. He never expected her to vomit on him. Cry, yell, throw things, hit him, screw his brains out, sure, but not throw up on him. He dried off as best he could with the one remaining towel in this bathroom. He found an old t-shirt and gym shorts on the floor. All of his clothes were in the wash, so he’d have to wear Drew’s old workout gear for a bit. Tommy was taller than Drew but skinnier. The t-shirt fit and the shorts had a pull string. He had to freeball as his boxer briefs were in the wash. Tommy was breaking a cardinal rule about going commando in another soldier’s fatigues, but he had no choice.
When he came out, Morgana was there scrubbing the bathroom. Even in this situation, she was still sexy as fuck. Although, the mood was kind of ruined. He offered to help her clean, but she insisted on doing it. Tommy sat at the dining table, trying to figure any way to turn this to his advantage, but he was at a loss. After 20 minutes of sitting there, he knew she wasn’t going to let up. He saw a new side of her. It was Morgana’s ‘stay-busy-and-bury-things’ method of dealing with trauma. After scrubbing the couch and carpet, she went to work on the kitchen, only stopping when the washer dinged. Since his clothes would be another hour at least, they agreed to meet up tomorrow night and check out some house listings. Morgana wouldn’t run on the trail anytime soon so she might as well do something else with that time. She’d get his clothes back to him then. They had a deep hug, but that was it.
Tommy slinked down to his truck and left. As soon as he pulled out of the parking lot, he was greeted a slew of text messages from James. Most of them were GIF’s laughing at him, followed by a long string of “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” texts. Tommy wasn’t in the mood for James’s shit, so he ignored him for the rest of the night. He also got some good-natured ribbing from the Club members who saw the video. ‘The best laid plans of mice and men’ he thought as he drank himself to sleep, watching recordings of the young college coeds Riley and Jordan exploring each other.
James couldn’t help but laugh at the situation when he saw it. Out of all the ways this could’ve gone, getting puked on wasn’t on the list. Yet, it was so perfect. Tommy’s perfect plan went up in smoke. And he knew that all this would do is push the young man further and further down the path of corruption. His frustration would boil over into rage one day, and he will make a drastic choice. James’s job now was to make sure he would benefit from that choice.
Morgana forced herself to clean the entire condo, even though only part of the living room was covered in sick. How could she be so stupid? Not only did the attacker catch her off guard, but here she was, sitting in Tommy’s arms, ready to kiss him, when thoughts of Drew come flushing back. She needed her husband up here right away, and for good. She was starting to have feelings for Tommy and the more she thought about it, the more she questioned whether she would’ve stopped at just a kiss. She was an emotional wreck and vulnerable. Only her nerves kept her from making a grave mistake. Or would it be a mistake at all? She’s never even thought of cheating on Drew, but she’s never been away from him for so long. And it sure wouldn’t help that the next time he was in town he’d only be around for a few days. He was moving the schedule around so that he’d spend more time up here for the end of August and beginning of September, but that meant less than a week back home. She laughed, catching herself calling this place home for the first time. Aside from tonight’s run-in with a pervert, she loved it in Harbor City and wanted to settle down here. She wanted to raise a family here. That’s when she realized her answer.
If she could have Drew’s baby, he’d be forced to put in for a transfer or new position that would keep him in the states full time. Hell, they’re already looking for a new house and have talked about having a kid, might as well make someday into someday soon. Besides, they’re not getting any younger and Tommy and James might have fun having a little kid to coo over. Tommy’d probably help watching the kid, and even James has a soft side that he hides.
Morgana scolded herself at the thought of using a kid to keep Drew and Tommy close. Why was she even worried about Tommy in the first place? She didn’t know if she could do anything to scare him away after tonight. She was terrified about what she did, but considering he didn’t run out of the condo, she took that as a good sign. She assuaged her worries as she scrubbed the kitchen clean for the third time tonight.
JC hated this plan from the word go, but he could see why this Tommy fellow was so smitten with that blonde. She had a banging body, great tits, and an ass that he could bounce a quarter off of. Those videos of her didn’t do her justice. If this wasn’t part of some great scheme, he’d have done this right. He would’ve waited across the trail by the tree outcropping and waited for her to circle back after running, where the sun would set behind him, blinding anyone who ran up the path. She’d be physically and mentally tired. She’d be lost in thought and had expended all her energy. She would be thirsty and not able to scream as much. But most of all, she’d be all hot and sweaty, just like he liked them.
He played his part to perfection. He gave her one hell of a scare. Too bad, she’d make an excellent story. She was good enough to make a movie. He grabbed her, copped a feel, and let her escape. If he was doing this to win, he would’ve grabbed her right arm first and left hand straight over the mouth with a gag, followed by high lift and tumble to the ground, his full weight knocking the wind out of her. Then while she was dazed, he’d finish gagging her and tie her up for some fun times. Instead, he missed out on a primo piece of ass and likely burned this trail for a while. Best case, it’ll be a few weeks until he can come back hunting. Worst case, they set up security cams and burn it for good.
When JC let her go, he gave chase for a few feet. He wasn’t catching her, not in his combat boots. There was no way he was keeping up with that blonde in a foot race. But he didn’t need to, not this time. He just needed to scare her. Lucky for her, that was the plan. Lucky for him, no one else was on that section of the trail when it happened. This allowed for him to make a quick getaway. He walked back through the woods, getting as muddy as possible while taking off his hoodie, mask, and gloves. JC knew how to make a bindle out of a sweatshirt, and his long hair and beard were disheveled after removing the mask. With a little creative application of dirt, he looked like a hobo. He knew that no one would pay attention to him as he walked through the park, looking like a homeless man. And he wasn’t carrying any weapons on him except for a short knife that he never pulled out during his time with blondie. He didn’t want to use it unless he needed it. Things get ugly when knives are involved, and when things get ugly, cops show up and ask questions.
A quick walk through the park and he was back at his company van, sans any markings. As it stood right now, it was just a windowless white van. The only thing that screamed ‘rapist’ and not ‘homeless’ was his vehicle. Everything else looked like he could blend in anywhere he wasn’t welcome. He hopped in his van and drove off calmly, not drawing any attention to himself.
By the time he was back in his area of the city, it was getting dark. Another thing he hated with this plan, the timing. If it were earlier then he could go back to his normal hunting grounds and find himself something to play with for the night. A few months back he picked up a jogger, a cute little thing with curly black hair. She might’ve been 19 or 20. That one he did it right. He waited till she was done running, grabbed her at the end of a workout, subdued her right away, and got her to a secluded spot. He fucked her three times in the pussy and once in the ass before he eventually let her go. She cried so beautifully for him. He kept tabs on her, apparently, she OD’ed at a party a little later. Too bad, she was quite a fuck.
JC was going to call it a night and head home until he realized where he was driving through. He was in Shannon Borough, not too far from a friend of his that deals. He texted to see if his friend Matt was up and what was going on. His friend had some bitches over looking to party. A little back and forth, and JC agreed to bring some drive-thru to their little shindig. He rolled up to his friend’s place, a little house on the edge of town far enough from the neighbors that they leave him and his business alone. Matt was a small-time dealer, mostly working with weed, coke, and a little meth. Matt wouldn’t let the tweakers get high in his place, but was all up for the cokeheads and stoners hanging out. Cokeheads always seemed to have hot chicks around, and stoners were usually pretty funny. Tweakers were just weird as fuck. JC arrived with the Taco Bell and made his way back to the second bedroom Matt used as his hang out room. After a little meet and greet between Matt, JC, and a few of the girls in the room, JC let him pick which one would pay for the meal. He eyed a cute little brunette, maybe 5’2” or 5’3”, long curly hair with crazy emo makeup, tight jeans, and a tank top showing that she wasn’t wearing a bra but that she had nipple piercings. She didn’t have any tats, which was good for JC as he wasn’t into that. Matt asked the girls if they were hungry, and when they said yes he told them the price. The little brunette could either suck JC’s dick or one of her friends would eat her out. She didn’t need to be told twice, as she was already on her knees crawling over to JC on the couch. She pulled down JC’s pants and had his dick in her mouth before he could ask “What’s your name?” With as horny JC was after tonight’s mission, he didn’t last long inside this bitch’s mouth, blasting a big load right down her throat.
He wasn’t thinking about that emo bitch at all when she was sucking his dick. In his mind’s eye, he was fucking that blonde from the trail. What he’d give to get a piece of that ass.
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