The Spark (Femdom, Futadom, Futa on male, BDSM, non-con, Supernatural, Thriller)

Story by James Bondage

A novelist with writer's block books a getaway to a remote location, hoping to ignite the creative process. He meets a mysterious woman with a dark persona and secrets hidden in her basement. Is Jack Fleming's next novel worth enduring her dungeon of depravity?

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The Spark

A chill wind blew across the gas station lot as Jack pulled out his phone, relieved to see he still had a signal. He was deep in the countryside and there were some final phone calls to make before heading into the true no-man's land of the mountains. He pulled up his calling app, switched to his address book and tapped on the entry for his agent.

As he waited for an answer, Jack paced about. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before putting his spare hand in his pocket to conserve warmth. The sweater and jacket he was wearing had served him well so far, but he would need to put on a heavier coat before continuing. It would only grow colder as the roads elevated.

His short, dark blonde hair waved in the breeze as his deep blue eyes peered into the distance. The accomplished writer was in his late thirties, yet he didn't have the typical writer's body. He'd managed to stay relatively fit, partnering his long sessions at the keyboard with regular visits to the gym. Jack did mostly cardio and light weights, which kept him trim, healthy and vibrant.

After several rings, a deep, familiar feminine voice spoke into his ear.

“Jack! I wasn't sure I'd hear from you again before your disappearing act. How's my favorite author?”

“Doing fine, Margo. Just thought I'd check in before I get out of cell range.”

“About to head into the mountains?”

“Yep. I just gassed up. Taking off as soon as I make a few calls.”

“Got everything you need?”

“I think so.”

“You know how cold it is up there, right? Did you bring enough warm clothes? Oh, and food! I told you they only serve breakfast, didn't I?”

“What are you, my mother? Yeah, I read the website before booking the trip. I got clothes and enough staples to last me a while.”

“A while? What if it's not enough?”

“Then I'll make a trip down to get more food. This gas station has plenty of stuff.”

“Ugh... I can see the headline now. Famed Author Dies of Food Poisoning!”

“Oh, stop it. And I'm not that famous.”

“You're my biggest client, so please be careful.”

“I will. Look, can you do something for me while I'm gone?”

“What do you need?”

“Give Emily a call now and then. You know how she gets when I'm away.”

“Sure. I'll check in on her, but it's you she wants to hear from.”

“I'm calling her next. I'll be in touch when I can, but once I get the spark back, you might not hear from me for a while. Assuming I get it, that is.”

“Of course you will. You always do. I'm sure your mojo is waiting in the mountains.”

“Thanks, Margo. For everything. I'll see you next month. Hopefully with a first draft in hand.”

“You'd better” she quipped playfully. “You're welcome. Enjoy your getaway, Jack. Call me if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

He smiled and ended the call. With a quick scroll through his contact list, he found his wife and tapped her name. Jack raised the phone back to his ear and looked to the horizon. He admired the towering mountain peaks in the distance. The phone on the other end rang only twice before being answered.

“Hello? Jack?!?”

“Hey beautiful.”

“I'm so glad you called! Did you get my text with the weather update? They say it's definitely going to snow in the higher elevations where you're headed. It's making me nervous. Is everything OK?”

“Yes, I got the text. Everything's fine. I'm about to head up. Won't have any service on the mountain. Just the phone at the B&B. How are you this anxious already? I've only been gone a few hours.”

“You know how. I worry because I love you. And I'm already missing you...”

“I love you too, honey. I'm sorry I have to do this again, but you know how it is. This is my process. When the juices aren't flowing, I gotta get away for a while.”

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