DreadWolf Ch. 49

---Authors note--- I had to split this story up into parts, and alarmingly I noticed this part is ALL PLOT and NO SEX which is very distressing to me and I understand if you want to skip it. I would. Sex does return in Part 4 which is hopefully the end because boy, is this getting long or what? ---- --- The next morning --- Saturday ---- Nate ---- Thank god we were at mine. I dabbed at my face in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to at least clean some of the blood off. If Russell saw this we'd have a homicide on our hands. I swallowed and winced as I applied arnica- which was probably total bullshit and did nothing but despite my notoriety for constantly being covered in scrapes and bruises, this was kind of a new one and I didn't know what to do. I glanced up as I heard the door creak open and Darius stumbled in. "Fuck, my head." He moaned. He reached for me and blinked as we caught each other's eyes in the mirror. My heart rate sped up. He paused. His jaw

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Today I did something awful, something that should shock you to the core - and if it doesn't? Well then you might just be as sick as me. Today was the annual office 'team building' event. Now, usually I dread these things and make some excuse or other not to attend. But I looked forward to today from the first moment that I started making my awful plan. The team building event this year was at a water park. This was an unusually fun choice for our management to make. Last year it was a camping trip (which ended abruptly after one of the managers got drunk and hit on an intern) and the year before that it was at a ranch near Cheyenne which was so uneventful that nobody ever mentioned in again. Now to understand why I came up with my evil plan, I first need to tell you a bit about Claire. Claire is the bane of my life. She is head of Human Resources and we have disliked each other from the first day that we met. In any normal situation I'm sure she could quickly manufac

My name is Todd. I am a 'Middle America', male W.A.S.P. who having hit forty a couple years back does not like thinking about what the next big benchmark birthday is. Lynn for the past two decades has been my best friend, wife, partner, and playmate. As you might imagine the past year has been a little quieter than usual so I decided to go back into the archives of my memory for this adventure. In case you are wondering the title is not a misspelling, just a play on words. Role refers to roleplaying and to be honest of the many things stuffed into that barn's loft, hay was not one of them. This takes place almost ten years back and was about three years after the Vegas trip that kick started our adventures. If this is your first time with one of our stories, for our tenth anniversary I stole Lynn away for a Vegas weekend and packed a couple, at that time, risqué purchases: a vibrator and fuzzy handcuffs. It turned out the mother of my children could be quite the submissiv

Maria and Fernando were walking through the park, sometimes hand in hand, sometimes with her arm laced through his, and sometimes just going side by side. They had no destination, just some weekend morning people-watching. Fernando was wearing a polo shirt announcing his Brazilian football loyalties, along with tight black pants that showed his fit and manly ass off nicely. Maria, for her part, had on a patterned blouse and a dark green pleated skirt that fell to halfway between her knees and ankles. Her dark hair was loose and falling on her shoulders in a curly half-tamed mess, deliberately casual and off-duty. She'd wondered whether she should actually bother wearing panties, given the current location of her cunt, but then decided that her skin would probably do better with the extra layer of cotton while out walking, whether or not her vagina happened to be elsewhere at the moment. Said migratory vagina was sitting happy and open in the middle of her right-hand thigh, a dirt

The mayhem created at the Trading Post was soon put behind us. Martha said we should "leave the dead to bury the dead", which was all the religion the dead men were going to get from us; our focus was on the living - and mine was on Evie. Naturally, she was bewildered, but I think it helped that she realised that her only option was to come with us. If she stayed at the Trading Post, then her life would become the nightmare that it had begun to be. As Martha and the others cleared up and took what we wanted, telling Ben that he should count himself lucky to still be alive, I took Evie aside. "I am grateful, don't get me wrong," she said, softly, "but I can't help wondering what is to become of me?" "Of course," I said, understanding her hesitation, "that will depend on you. Once we are at Sharpy's Creek you can make up your mind." She looked puzzled. "But I belong to you now." "Evie, this country abolished s