Wrong place, wrong time [M looking for F for BDSM modern fantasy]

[JaceMerner]

She was been walking home from the office when she'd seen them. A man and a woman walking together, but the body language had been off. He was tense, she was frightened, his arm was gripping hers tightly like he wanted to make sure she didn't get away. Then Kat noticed the object that the man was pressing into the woman's side. A gun or a knife or whatever. Nothing good.

The pair ducked into the alleyway and Kat felt like it was one of those moments where you figure out who you really are. If you saw someone getting kidnapped, would you figure it wasn't any of your business? Could you go about your day, wondering how hers was going? Did you get to just live your life without even trying to fight for hers?

That's what got Kat to turn down the alleyway after them. As her eyes adjusted, she could see them pressed up against the wall. The woman was struggling, trying to push him off.

"Hey douchebag, let her go!" Kat's voice came out brash, inflected with adrenaline as she stalked forward.

The man didn't seem to notice, and he stayed pressed against his prey. As Kat approached she thought she could hear some low muttering. "Back off, creep!" she shouted, grabbing his shoulder to push him away.

A few things became clear all at once. First, Kat realized that the muttering wasn't just perverted grunting, but actually some other kind of language she'd never heard before. Something guttural and dark, with words that wormed in her ears even if she couldn't understand them. Second, she noticed that the gun wasn't a gun. Or a knife. The man was holding something like a thick, short stick of wood, and up close Kat could see that it was cross crossed all over with glowing lines that sometimes looked like drawings, and sometimes like letters. The man was pointing it directly at the woman's chest, and it seemed like each word of his weird language made the lines glow brighter. Third, the woman didn't look... normal, up close. Her eyes were bigger than made sense and colored something close to silver, and the tips of her ears were pointed.

Fourth, as she pushed the man back and the glowing stick hit her in the chest as he flailed, Kat realized that this had *not* been the right moment to be a hero.

Kat flew backwards away from the pair in a blinding flash of light. She hit the ground and rolled a few more feet until she crashed up against a trash bag, smoke curling up and away from her chest where the stick hit her.

The pain momentarily distracted Kat from the confusion. A burning, aching, throbbing pain that edged its way across her skin from the point of impact like the spidery cracks on a windshield that just got whacked with a baseball bat. She could empathize with the windshield, too; her chest felt like someone had jumped on it. She turned and writhed on the ground, too in pain to worry about what the dirty alley was doing to her clothes.

She pried open her eyes and swung her gaze around, trying to get in focus again. The alley swerved and swayed around her, but she could see the pair some distance away. The woman (if it was a woman? Alien, or something?) was struggling to her feet. She gave one look back at Kat, and grunted, "Thank you," before she scrambled off the other way down the alley.

The man was sprawled on the ground but reached out to vainly try and catch his escaping prey. "Fuck, you get back here, bitch... ugh..." He pulled himself to his feet, one hand planted on the wall to steady himself. The wooden stick was no longer glowing but rather smoked, like a log picked up from the fire just before it burst into flames. The man eyed it for a second before tossing it against the wall. "Fuck!"

Then his gaze shifted to Kat. A desperate, lupine glimmer shone in his gaze as he lurched toward her, stalking down the alley. "You rotten cunt, you should have minded your own fucking business."

Kat edged backward, pushing with her heels against the ground to try and scoot away from him. Every time she moved, though, her body ached and cried out in pain. What the fuck was going on? It felt like she was breaking apart at the seams like a over-loved beanie baby. Kat glanced down at her hands to see if she was cut anywhere and her jaw dropped as she saw glowing lines trace their way across her skin, like the ones on the stick. "Oh shit oh shit..."

The man had caught up to her now, and Kat could see his free hand was fishing out his belt out of his pants loops. "You saved the elf, but I'm not just gonna let the spell go to waste." Kat's eyes widened in horror as she watched the man push his pants down to mid thigh, revealing his hard cock. "You'll do just as well as my bre-"

A voice cut in, low and bottomless like was the earth itself speaking. "Stop. Die." The man stopped. The man... died. Crumpled to the floor like a puppet with the strings cut, eyes lolled back in his head. Kat screamed until another command shook her to the bones. "Silence." It wasn't that she stopped screaming, per se, but more that the volume of the scream was set to zero. Kat could feel the air rushing through her vocal cords, but nothing disturbed the sound of flapping approaching behind her.

Kat whirled around, still wincing from the pain. At the mouth of the alley stood a man clad all in black. Slacks, shoes, belt, buttondown, overcoat. The works. It made the pale skin and blonde hair stand out more, like a splash of white on a black canvas. He was still as a rock, though, and Kat's horror increased when she realized the flapping down was coming from an imp, hovering toward her.

The man spoke, his voice normal now but also unmistakably the same as the one issuing those dread commands. "Bring her."

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I had fun writing this pre-amble, but the basic gist is that I'm looking for some kind of a modern fantasy role play where a human woman gets accidentally swept up into a world of powerful predators. The details are very fungible: what is the spell that she got hit with on accident? Why does it make her valuable and worth killing over? Who's the man in black, and what are his ambitions in this secret world of magic and murder?

Even with foregrounding this plot-heavy background, I see this as being a smutty story involving sex magic and BDSM. Kat (or whatever we decide to name her) is involuntarily entering a world where her body has become deeply valuable, and various forces around her are going to try to extract that value by fucking her in every deplorable, devious way we like. I see this involving a wider array of characters on my side, from the man in black & his demonic helper to other creatures and people we decide to populate this world with. Do you want to see vampires or werewolves in here? I figure we could add them! Angels or demons? Hell yes. I want this story to stay dark and edged, but if we want to explore what it means for someone to *care* for Kat, even as they use and abuse her for their own needs, that can be interesting, too! In addition to BDSM, I'd be happy to incorporate anything else that gets your motor running.

I do like to write (as you can see) so we're talking para/multi-para posting, depending on the context. If you're curious about exploring what this world might be like, feel free to reach out to me via PM here or Discord at JaceMerner.