Invasion of Privacy Two

By Jason Pinaster

Hayan, Bambi’s nemesis, is back, once more chasing her through the virtual reality space, she as Red Riding Hood, he as the Big Bad Wolf. But this isn’t a fairy tale; it’s lust, not hunger, fueling this chase. Hayan might be in prison now, but that’s not stopping him.

And her nemesis has help. The female prison warden is addicted to the game as well and she dives into the virtual reality space as an evil sorceress, as intent as Hayan at pursuing the helpless Bambi.

Bambi tries to run but they capture her. Or maybe she didn’t run as fast as she could. Sometimes, with Bambi, it’s hard to tell. There’s a part of her that enjoys being kidnapped. She will be tortured, abused. Without mercy. Until she cries out for Stag to rescue her. But will Stag come? Will he come in time?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Jul 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005539016

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Invasion of Privacy Two © 2021 Jason Pinaster

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories, most notably the Christopher Carter Series and the Lusty Lee Logs. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2021; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits Many Thanks to BambiBound

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Previous Jason Pinaster stories featuring BDSM adventures:

Bound Pink

Spank Night

Collared!

Bondage, Lusty Lee Log 27

Mistress Megan’s Memoirs : Pro Dom 1-15

Caught!

Thieves

Invasion of Privacy

Invasion of Privacy Two

Bambi’s heart pounded as she ran through the forest. It was dark and she occasionally tripped over exposed roots on the path. The wolf chasing her was big—she had caught a glimpse of it. And it was howling and laughing, as if it knew that it was only a matter of time before it caught her.

Up ahead there was a clearing, and light. Light meant safety. Her heart beat faster. There was hope. She dashed straight for the clearing and got halfway into it before sliding to a stop. It was a small clearing. The light was from the moon. And all around was darkness. Bambi heard the wolf behind her and dashed to the other side of the clearing.

She was out of breath and had to stop. Bambi wished that Stag was there to help her. But her husband was out of town on business. Even more, she wished that she hadn’t entered the enhanced virtual reality without him. He had said that it wasn’t safe to go inside the VR alone, that there were just too many unknowns.

So, they had agreed that neither of them would enter the virtual reality space generated by the Artificial Intelligence unless the other was also present. Tonight, she had already sprained an ankle while tripping over a root and skinned her right knee on the side of a tree. How was she going to explain this to Stag? And what if something worse happened? A broken bone? How would she ever explain a broken bone? She scooted to the far edge of the clearing.

But Bambi had been bored. She had thought that Stag was just being over-protective. She had gone inside. By herself. And now it was even worse than she’d feared. She hadn’t really believed the Artificial Intelligence when it had bragged that its enhancements meant that the virtual reality space wasn’t really ‘virtual’ any more. They could experience what was happening with the same force and intensity—taste, touch, smell as well as the usual audio-visual—as if they were really there. The AI had said that the safety protocols would kick in only if there was the danger of a life-threatening injury.

She caught sight of the wolf as it paused at the other edge of the clearing and looked around. Bambi hid behind a tree. Maybe it wouldn’t see her. It wasn’t a wolf, it was a man. He was hairy, really hairy. Dark hair covered his arms and chest. Atop his head, his hair was even darker except for a wide streak of silver grey which started at his forehead. His beard covered his cheeks and chin. Bambi thought he looked familiar but she was sure she had never seen such a man. She peeked out to get a better look.

At that moment the wolf caught sight of her. Bambi froze. A large cape was draped over her shoulders and tied in place around her neck. It went down well below the back of her knees. Her hands and arms were covered by its soft velvet. A hood flopped down behind her. Underneath, her clothes were skimpy—light sandals, a top barely larger than a bra and certainly no thicker. Her bottom was the size of a bikini. Everything was red. Fire engine red.

If she was going to be chased by a wolf it was only appropriate that she be dressed as Red Riding Hood. But Bambi didn’t remember ever having purchased such a costume. Nor had the Artificial Intelligence ever helped her select such an outfit. If Stag saw her, he would be mortified. She felt the wolfman’s eyes begin to devour her