Dare Me (new 7/29)

[neverdoubted]

Ok, I'm satisfied. Just wanted to make sure people were still reading it. It will go up later today. I also started writing an unrelated short story over the break. I'll post the first part if anyone's interested.

[TeenFan]

A new story with new characters will be awesome.
You started the Dare Me series during October of last year. That is a long time to write exclusively on two main characters.
I'm always itching to start new stories. They are constantly popping up in my brain. I have to force myself to work on stories in
progress.

Hopefully you will be able to do two stories at the same time.
Dare Me will come to a conclusion at some point, and I look forward to seeing how you develop different types of characters
with different issues and goals and situations that cause them embarrassment.

[neverdoubted]

A new story with new characters will be awesome.
You started the Dare Me series during October of last year. That is a long time to write exclusively on two main characters.
I'm always itching to start new stories. They are constantly popping up in my brain. I have to force myself to work on stories in
progress.

Hopefully you will be able to do two stories at the same time.
Dare Me will come to a conclusion at some point, and I look forward to seeing how you develop different types of characters
with different issues and goals and situations that cause them embarrassment.

I knew when I started Dare Me that the only way to tell it was to make it long and epic. Now that I have the rest of it mapped out, my mind is has been freed to start exploring other story ideas. I have about a dozen really good ones and will be making an exciting announcement regarding them in the near future. But don't worry, I already promised and am committed to finishing Dare Me before starting any major new work, as well as releasing the long-anticipated ending to Thornwood.

The new one is just a fun, short story that came to me during my break and I couldn't help but write it down. I don't anticipate it being anywhere near Dare Me in scope or length. Though, my definition of "short story" might not align with most people's . If the premise doesn't resonate with people, I won't be offended.

[Azrael]

I wouldn't mind reading it. I love your work.

[neverdoubted]

Dare Me - Chapter 16 - Wait, What Happened at Camp? (Part 10)

Bear dragged her off the curb, cutting a straight line through the lot as the shortest path to reach the far end of the strip mall. Lucy wanted to stay with her friends, or at least stop and check on them. But she was afraid to even turn her head to look back. They were moving so fast that her feet barely touched the ground. He was so incredibly strong. She feared, if she tripped over something and fell down, he wouldn't even feel, but would just keep jogging, dragging her along the ground behind him. She had to make every step count.

Her dares had put her in situations where she didn't have access to sufficient covering, facing a total loss of dignity and privacy. But it's something else to lose your own bodily autonomy. That had only happened to her a couple of times.

For example, she knew what it felt like to be bound hand and foot in the manner of an ancient Roman slave girl, forced to give a group of extremely interested young history buffs a personal anatomy lesson.

She had also been lashed to a fisherman's net, almost hanging with her arms and legs splayed like a hapless, completely naked mermaid who had just traded her tail in before getting caught. She had been powerless to stop someone else from using her body for an impromptu shaving demonstration of her most intimate anatomy.

Her lower half also had been stuffed naked into a sleeping bag alongside an equally naked and very excited boy. She had been stuck in a spooning position with him, spending an entire night cradled in his restless grip, while he wriggled urgently against her but with no means for either of them to access or attend to their own throbbing loins.

I had even bound her myself once. Seeing her to the point of surrendering to her own arousal, I had tied her up overnight for her own good. She rode out a thunderstorm that night with her arms wrapped around a post and her legs spread to prevent all sexual gratification save a maddening trickle of rainwater. I think she was ultimately grateful that I had lovingly stepped in to keep her from breaking the terms of her dare.

Unfortunately, she didn't have her big brother this time. And Bear was showing her no such deference or consideration. He wasn't exactly heartless, mind you. But wired very much like his grand-pops, he simply went about his business, not caring what else happened to be going on around him or that a naked white girl was flailing around on his wrist like a rag doll. Despite being in great shape, she struggled to match his long strides. The unyielding automaton plowed ahead in double-time, compelling her to keep sprinting or be dragged behind him. If she slowed even a single step, the harsh metal cuff would bite her wrist in punishment. The naked, bound cheerleader was quickly learning what it feels like to be truly powerless.

They reached the antiques store at the end of the mall and Bear dragged her inside without breaking his stride. The moonlight did not penetrate this deeply and Lucy couldn't see a thing, but Bear knew the layout and moved confidently inward toward his destination. Reaching a bank of switches, he turned them all on. Lucy gasped in surprise as her naked body was suddenly bathed in bright lights and her brain screamed at her to cover up in his presence.

Simultaneously, and only slightly more urgently, her lungs were screaming for air. Doubled over, she sucked in deep breaths trying to get enough oxygen to ask for a reprieve from their relentless pace. But before she could utter a single word, her cruel chain was yanked taut and, without warning, her forced march resumed.

She was too weak to resist him physically and he was unlikely to listen to her pleas. Thus far, he had not consulted her before any maneuvers, whether to see if she was ready to move or where they should go. He simply went where he intended with no regard for her preference on the matter. She concluded that her only option was to look inward for ways to somehow bear her loss of autonomy with dignity.

They made their way to the back of the store surrounded by a myriad of antique wares. There were lamps shaded in stained glass panels, delicate trinkets, Victorian pitchers, and Oriental vases. She would have thought Bear would use a slower pace to avoid knocking over anything fragile or expensive. But despite his massive bulk, he was surprisingly agile and light on his feet when he needed to be. He had the kinetic self-awareness of a trained athlete and felt no undue need to proceed with caution.

Arriving at a storage closet, he flung the door open and charged inside. Lucy's arm was yanked inside with him but the rest of her got pulled askew. She thought the door frame was going to smack her in the face. But thankfully, Bear reached the back of the tiny closet and the pressure on her arm eased at the last moment.

The brief pause gave her a chance to catch her breath and to recompose herself. It took two tries to brush her hair out of her face because her free hand was trembling like a leaf. The discovery brought a stab of guilt for poor little Hanna who was surely shaking like a leaf that very moment. The plan had been to stay together so they could provide support and comfort to each other. Now they were all alone, stripped, abandoned, and chained naked to total strangers.

Yearning to rejoin her friends, Lucy made a futile gesture to free her arm. But, of course, it did not budge, and instead of breaking free and fleeing, she only made her wrist ache and found herself stuck in the same spot, getting an intimate, detailed look at the aging wallpaper design only inches from her face while Bear rummaged around inside the closet.

Pangs of fear for her own personal safety kept bobbing to the surface no matter how hard she tried to push them to the bottom of her consciousness. After all, her naked predicament made her just as vulnerable as Alice and Hanna - probably more so because of Bear's sheer mass and incredible strength. She was counting on Rooster's discipline to keep the brute in line and behaved. But could she really count on that? Did she have a choice? Cuffed to Bear with no means of escape, the naked girl was completely bound to both his mercy and whim. She spoke about this part in hushed, almost reverent tones when she told me about it.

He finally emerged wielding a large push broom - the kind with a wide, soft surface for collecting dust - sat it business side down on the well-worn linoleum and gripped the wooden handle in his large hands. Aiming it at one of the shop's main corridors, he started sweeping in a straight line. His naked companion was forced to trot along beside him like an adorable puppy in training; fun to look at but useless as a helper.

When they reached an intersection, he suddenly twisted the handle so the broom would turn and head down another aisle. Lucy could not have anticipated the sudden change in direction. She didn't know his programmed route. She swerved as the leash on her arm pulled taut and threw her off course, bumping solidly into a large shelf full of kitchen collectibles. Many objects swayed and tilted in unison before coming back to rest where they had been placed.

Although nothing had broken, Bear paused his route and turned to stare at Lucy, grunting a disappointed "humph" under a furrowed brow. He must have been lectured by his grand-pops on the importance of preserving the client's merchandise.

It was like he had forgotten about her, and it had taken a run-in with the shelf to remind him that she was even there. How does a guy possibly forget there's a cute, naked girl attached to his wrist?! Her whole body burned with shame under his intense scrutiny. Being naked, she obviously wished he would go back to not paying her any attention.

Squirming uncomfortably, she squeaked out a small "sorry", and tried to shrink back from his probing gaze. But her cuff kept her from retreating even a little bit.

"Come here," he said gruffly, the first words he had spoken to her. He had a deep, authoritative voice, as if you couldn't already tell who was in control of the situation. Suddenly, he grabbed her, his meaty mitt dwarfing her upper arm and easily encircling it and started pulling her even closer.

Lucy braced her whole body to counteract his pull, desperate to maintain at least a little cushion of personal space between them. Not that her effort made any difference. In a flash, the gap between them disappeared. Thinking he was drawing her in for a hug, she tried to raise her arms protectively. But her cuffed left arm was stuck and failed to move. At the last instant, she managed to get her right hand up, pressing it flat against his broad chest. With wide eyes, she strained her upper torso. It was a pathetic resistance but did just barely keep her naked breasts from brushing the cotton fabric of his tee shirt.

His beating heart thudded against her palm, and she was close enough to feel the intense body heat radiating from his muscular chest just inches from her face. For a moment, she felt a primal fear for her physical safety and sucked in a large breath in anticipation of a scream. In such a vulnerable position, it was the only form of defense left to her should he try to harm her or engage in more intimate physical contact. But Bear had no such intention. He was merely repositioning her to avoid further mishaps.

He spun her in place so that she was standing directly in front of him but facing away. Then he grabbed her hands and set them in place holding the broom handle. His own rough hands covered hers, guiding her and the broom together.

The immediate threat passing, she forced the breath out of her lungs. But an uneasiness remained. With Bear's arms essentially wrapped around her in a... well, in a bear hug, she had lost all her remaining personal space. They had to move as one with Bear deciding where and how fast to go. If he suddenly took a path to the right or left and she didn't follow suit, his hairy forearms encircling her would rub against her exposed flesh and correct her.

She had no wiggle room in such an enclosed space. She was already so close to the broom that she worried any sudden stop would cause its splintered tip to poke painfully into her unguarded chest. But achieving a safer distance only made her naked bottom bump repeatedly against his lap. She felt the nonverbal method he used to continually prod her forward was far too intimate. But how could she convince him to change?

Using intense concentration, she gradually found the right pace, attuning her movements to respond correctly to his unspoken cues. When he flexed the muscles of one forearm, she could predict which way he was about to turn. She had to walk on her tiptoes to avoid his heavy boots from scraping her heels and constantly scanned the floor ahead to see if he would need to jog a little to one side or the other around some upcoming obstacle. And most importantly, she always kept one eye trained on the business end of the broom for the sake of her tender, exposed breasts.

When they finally finished the last of the sweeping, she followed Bear to the closet to put the broom away. She was finally able to relax her mind waiting for him to grab a towel and a squeegee from the supply closet along with a spray bottle of window cleaner. Handing her the new supplies, he headed to the front of the store, stopping on the way to empty a couple of trashcans. He did not replace the bags he removed. She later learned that was one of Marcus' jobs. He would be coming along later with his own naked cheerleader to replace all the empty trash cans with a new bag. Bear effortlessly carried the heavy bags to the front entrance with his one free hand and set them on the sidewalk outside.

Then they went back inside to clean the windows. Bear sprayed the window with his right hand and wiped it dry with the squeegee in his left. Lucy's left hand was rendered useless. It was just dragged along wherever he moved the spray bottle. But he put the rag in her right hand and told her to wipe up any leftover drips.

The sky outside had turned totally dark. And in the bright lights of the store, she had to stare at the humiliating sight her naked reflection made while they worked. I asked her if she realized that everyone driving past could probably also see her clear as day. Her strong blush was all the answer I needed.

She did her best to make herself useful even though he was doing most of the work. Her chance to contribute came soon enough, though. Even standing over six feet tall, Bear couldn't reach the very top of the windows without help. Rather than waste time getting out a ladder, he decided to just give Lucy a boost and have her finish the highest areas.

Before she could argue, he grabbed her hips and lifted her above his head like it was nothing. In that position, she was giving him a rather intimate view of her lower anatomy from behind. So, she worked as fast as she could to get it over with quickly.

Having officially finished cleaning the antiques store, Bear immediately headed next-door. They brought the window cleaning supplies. Apparently, those belonged to Rooster and could be reused for every store. But each store was responsible for providing their own broom.

As they entered a small hardware store, she started to get a glimmer of hope. There was certainly something off about her assigned partner. She didn't like how casually he touched her or picked her up. But he had done nothing to make her afraid of him. And as humiliating as her chore had been so far, she was starting to believe she could survive this.

They worked their way around the hardware store using the same sweeping method as before. But despite her improved mood, another physical concern began to creep up in importance whether she wanted it to or not. She could sense her bladder nearing its limit and was starting to regret slurping down the whole cup of Sprite before they left the movie theater. She could keep the need at bay for a little while, but ignoring the problem would not make it go away. How was she supposed to take a bathroom break while chained to Bear? She would rather hold it in and die!

Unfortunately, there's no such thing as dying from holding in your pee. At some point, your bladder takes matters into its own hands. By the time they finished the third store, the need became too great to ignore, so she tugged his sleeve to get his attention.

"Sorry, but...um," she began shyly when he turned to look at her. Unsure how to broach such a personal matter, she stumbled over her words, "I really need-uh...I mean, could we, do you think...that...we could take a, ahem, a restroom break?"

He looked her up and down skeptically, as if you can tell by just looking at a naked girl whether she really needs to pee or is faking it. She must have done a poor job looking desperate enough.

"I do apologize, miss," he finally said, using one of his grand-pops' favorite phrases, "we are making good time, but we can’t afford to fall behind again."

He turned and started to walk away, as if that alone had settled the matter. Lucy gasped, not understanding how such an essential bodily function could simply be denied like that. Already on the verge of losing control, she scrambled forward to block his path, insisting on being accommodated.

"Mikeee-I mean, uh, Mister Bear," she pleaded, "I really gotta go, like, right now!"

With no composure left, she looked at him with desperation in her eyes. Squeezing her naked thighs together, she danced back and forth on the balls of her feet. Her right hand gripped the sleeve of his shirt so hard that her knuckles turned white. This time, her performance was convincing enough. Bear conceded and led her through the next shop.

It sold shoes, mostly, and had a tiny restroom built into the back of its miniscule stock room. There was no stall inside, just a toilet, filling the single-occupancy room which itself was barely bigger than a supply closet. Staggered by a powerful wave of modesty, Lucy stared blankly at the toilet. It was the exact thing she had been avoiding; peeing with someone watching her.

She wanted to ask to be taken to another one with more privacy. But she knew he would call it a waste of time. How could she make a modesty claim when she had been showing him every inch of her naked body, including her privates, since the beginning? She sat down on the toilet with one arm extended toward her partner because of the cuff and the other draped over her lap and tried to pee. But with Bear looming impatiently in the doorway and staring right at her, her suddenly shy bladder totally seized up and refused to function.

She knew she needed to relax. Her free hand didn't really add much modesty, so giving that up, she grabbed the edge of the sink and leaned back. Then she closed her eyes and tried to pretend that she was alone. One by one, starting with her shoulders, she forced various muscle groups to release their tension. When she got to her legs, she forced her thighs to separate even though she knew it meant exposing more of her pretty privates to Bear and giving him even more visibility into what was about to happen.

Seconds ticked by but still she felt nothing. It was just too awkward peeing in front of a boy. She heard rustling and assumed Bear was nearing the end of his patience. She couldn't waste the opportunity. She could imagine him dragging her back to work only to eventually wet herself in the middle of some random store and make a humiliating mess to clean up. With a deep breath, she tuned out Bear's rustling and focused on letting that first drop go.

Finally, with her eyes still closed, she got into the right state of mind and her bladder decided to cooperate. The only sound for a few seconds was her small, but strong stream of urine splashing into the bowl as she finally started to relieve herself.

But then, the splashing sound suddenly shifted in tone. Her eyes shot open, and she found herself eye level with a huge appendage. Bear had lowered his pants, taken out his gigantic black cock, and was also peeing!

"I do apologize miss," he explained, casually, "but you were taking too long."

Lucy scrambled backwards on the toilet seat and spread her legs far away from the new, yellow stream. But she couldn't figure out a way to stand up and escape. Neither could she stop her own pee from continuing to shoot forward to join with his part way down. She could only grip the edge of the sink and wait until her body was finished. While she waited, she couldn't avoid looking at his exposed privates. Don't ask me to describe his equipment. Let's just say he was just as big down there as he was everywhere else.

Finally, her bladder was satisfied, and her stream stopped at about the same time as his. He tucked his massive python back into his pants like it was nothing. Lucy started to think this boy wasn't all there. He was so robotic like his grand-pops. Nothing fazed him, even peeing in a toilet that already has a naked girl sitting on it. She grabbed some toilet paper and wiped herself clean, determined not to be scandalized by what had just happened. But boy would she have a story to tell her friends when they got back to the armory!

Returning to their scheduled cleaning duties, Lucy felt much better. But another urge slowly returned to fill the void now that her bladder was empty. She also couldn't stop picturing the big, black appendage Bear carried between his legs. She was acutely reminded about it every time he made a prodding bump against her bare bottom to keep her moving forward.

[Themarble]

I knew when I started Dare Me that the only way to tell it was to make it long and epic. Now that I have the rest of it mapped out, my mind is has been freed to start exploring other story ideas. I have about a dozen really good ones and will be making an exciting announcement regarding them in the near future. But don't worry, I already promised and am committed to finishing Dare Me before starting any major new work, as well as releasing the long-anticipated ending to Thornwood.

The new one is just a fun, short story that came to me during my break and I couldn't help but write it down. I don't anticipate it being anywhere near Dare Me in scope or length. Though, my definition of "short story" might not align with most people's . If the premise doesn't resonate with people, I won't be offended.

I'm very glad to hear all this. This story has definitely been epic and I'm glad you've taken it so seriously as to not have thought about any other stories during as it just means that this story still has many amazing chapters to look forward to.

Thornwood being in the mix makes me very glad too. Rachel will get her stories climax and then we as fans have the excitement of two things. An announcement from you and then as well as that more stories. It's a great day to be a ND fan.

(I have never quoted on this site before so I hope I got it right).

[neverdoubted]

I knew when I started Dare Me that the only way to tell it was to make it long and epic. Now that I have the rest of it mapped out, my mind is has been freed to start exploring other story ideas. I have about a dozen really good ones and will be making an exciting announcement regarding them in the near future. But don't worry, I already promised and am committed to finishing Dare Me before starting any major new work, as well as releasing the long-anticipated ending to Thornwood.

The new one is just a fun, short story that came to me during my break and I couldn't help but write it down. I don't anticipate it being anywhere near Dare Me in scope or length. Though, my definition of "short story" might not align with most people's . If the premise doesn't resonate with people, I won't be offended.

I'm very glad to hear all this. This story has definitely been epic and I'm glad you've taken it so seriously as to not have thought about any other stories during as it just means that this story still has many amazing chapters to look forward to.

Thornwood being in the mix makes me very glad too. Rachel will get her stories climax and then we as fans have the excitement of two things. An announcement from you and then as well as that more stories. It's a great day to be a ND fan.

(I have never quoted on this site before so I hope I got it right).

I appreciate comments like this so much more than the "thank" feature. The thanks are fine, but can't replace actual, nuanced feedback which has the ability to spawn meaningful discussions. As for the new story ideas, I'm legitimately excited about all of them. I've already written a detailed synopsis of each one. They're all so good that I can't decide which to do next. So, I planned to ask readers to decide and vote. I can send you the sides if you're interested in a preview. Because some of them contain themes that may be outside the scope of this board, I've made my own repository website to store and release all my works.

And yes, you did the quote thing correctly.

[Themarble]

I appreciate comments like this so much more than the "thank" feature. The thanks are fine, but can't replace actual, nuanced feedback which has the ability to spawn meaningful discussions. As for the new story ideas, I'm legitimately excited about all of them. I've already written a detailed synopsis of each one. They're all so good that I can't decide which to do next. So, I planned to ask readers to decide and vote. I can send you the sides if you're interested in a preview. Because some of them contain themes that may be outside the scope of this board, I've made my own repository website to store and release all my works.

And yes, you did the quote thing correctly.

I agree with comments being a lot more engaging but I fear most people don't comment as they don't want to clog up the stories for themselves or for other people. I think that is the main reason some people won't comment and such.

I'm glad that you have so many stories in plan. I'm excited to see what you have. I'd love to see a preview for sure. I think a vote is definitely a great way to do it on here as it would increase engagement and as well as that you know exactly what the people want to see.

All your stories so far have been top notch, I don't even read ENF a lot so I can assure you they are top quality. Thornwood was, dare me is and Caroline is confused seems to be set up for similar success.

I cannot wait for what is in store.
(I'm glad I got it then).

[perseus]

Fantastic chapter! That has to be one of the most humiliating experiences in Lucy's life so far and that's saying a lot! I'm very much looking forward to the next chapter!

[fuwafuwataimu]

Oh my god, it just keeps getting better. I loved the description of Lucy having to relax her muscles one-by-one to pee - then knowingly spreading her own legs to (unwittingly) give her observer a better look at her intimate functions. Then for him to simply start peeing through her legs! Incredible. This is art.

Not only are you an excellent author, writing entertaining prose featuring well-developed and believable characters, but you're prolific as well! It's incredible that you're starting a new story, I'll be reading it too!