0 comments/ 9554 views/ 3 favorites The Other Girl Ch. 01 By: Subm1ss1veK4t The Other Girl I guess I should've known how things would end up. I mean really, how thick did I have to be to have missed such an obvious conclusion? Maybe I can change things this time. * Day 1 Things will be better, I tell myself. I plug my phone into my car stereo and flick my thumb over the playlists I have saved and pick 'fiesty'. I set my phone into its cradle the first song kicks on. Within seconds I am starting to feel better, like I could kick ass at a moment's notice. I mean really, my situation in the universe is what I make it to be. Fuck everyone else. Soon I'm heading into work, where I'm greeted with friendly smiles and cheerful "Good Mornings!" from, what I can tell anyway, are good natured people that will (this part I am certain of) reside in their cubicles for the next nine hours. I have worked here for a week. I switch jobs a lot; I get bored. Luckily for me I am hirable enough that employers don't seem to care as much that I don't stay at places a very long time. It boils down to an intense feeling of something I'm not quite able to define beyond the awareness that I am not willing to settle for "less than". Less than what I'm not entirely sure of. I just know that if I'm not happy, I want out. If only I possessed this ability to flee and pursue higher standards of living in my relationships, I would probably wouldn't feel as if I'd set myself back at least five years in my adult life. But, don't we all. Work is simple and stress-free, and I drink as much coffee as I like. I dress as I please, and my ink is viewable to others. Challenging, no, but it certainly has its perks. I have never felt more relaxed at the end of a workday. I might stay here awhile. Day 2 Day off; it's Saturday. I don't sleep in, as much as I might like to. My internal clock is very punctual, and on more of schedule than my conscious self. With nowhere to rush off to, the first order of business is the same as always. I tend to fixate on the same fantasy for a period of time until it doesn't provide the same thrill or it takes longer to serve its purpose, and then I'll think of something else. They're always perverse enough that I have never shared them with another person except bared down to extreme abbreviation. The flavor of the moment is "Bring your Pet to work day". It's quite ribald. Thirty seconds later I set my toy back in its place hidden in my nightstand and toss back my sheet and blanket. While I decide what to wear I ponder what I am going to do today and also remind myself that it's been awhile. I quickly head to the shower. Maybe this fantasy is losing its flavor after all. I love my detachable showerhead. When I discovered the solid jet-stream setting and its effect on my clitoris, I took four showers that day. Now I quickly lathered and rinsed my hair with shampoo, following with an application of conditioner. I then grabbed the showerhead and lowered myself to my knees and closed my eyes. I grabbed the protruding shower shelf with my left hand while my right worked the piercing stream over my already wet clit, while I thought about how long since I'd been fucked like I deserved it. I quickly flicked the warm stream up over my breasts and over my taught nipples, and the piercing water hurt just enough to provide the accompanying pleasure and I began to fantasize sweetly about who was really providing me this indulgence. ~"On your knees I said," His face was impassive. I wasn't sure how serious he was, and whether or not to obey. I looked at him, motionless. "On. Your. Knees." He came over to me, grabbed me by my hair and forced me down and my face into the carpet while twisting himself around so he was over me. All so quickly, and I squirmed in reaction to the pain in my head and he forced himself against me, pushing me into the ground, holding me immobile with his body. My hands were pressed against the carpet with my own body and I could not move them; my legs captured beneath his own. "I told you to listen to me," he said, tightly. All air of ambiguity was now gone, and part of me wished I had obeyed. The other part of me was thrilled and riveted with anticipation at what would happen next. He pulled my hair tighter as he pulled up my skirt with his other hand, roughly. "Is this how you wanted it to be?" I didn't know how to answer. "Yes," I whispered. He slapped my ass menacingly. "Don't know that I should give it to you then. Lucky for you I'm going to make sure it will hurt." I moaned in my eagerness and he pulled my head up slightly as he leaned down to me, pressing himself against in the process. "And I'm not just saying that," he said low and throatily, as he thrust himself inside me and I shrieked. Instantly his other hand was on my throat, and my breathing was restricted so that my new few panicked screams came out as pained gasps instead. He threw himself violently into me and the pain was welcome and hated simultaneously. I wanted it to end, and I wanted more, all in the same frantic stroke. He slammed into me, over and over, while tilting my head back with his strong hand twined into my hair, his other still firmly grasping my throat, gripping harder and harder. I might have begged him to stop if I'd had means to do so when suddenly he did, holding himself perfectly still yet sliding himself out of me. "That wasn't your punishment." My heart started racing and he let go of my hair and throat, straightening himself and he said darkly, "Don't move." I layed like a crumpled doll on the ground, frozen in anticipation. He was behind me still, and he gripped my hips and pressed me against his perfectly firm thickness, so wet from me. He pressed it up just slightly, cresting against my tight anus. I turned my face into the ground, burying my face into the sweet, clean fibers beneath me, awaiting what was to come. He pressed himself into me with one solid motion, and then paused, and I was instantly aware and uniquely aroused at the different sensation of the fullness of him inside my asshole. So full... so deep! He started to pull away... then pushed even deeper in, filling me so sweetly, grabbing my hips tightly and pulling me against him. I gasped in spite of the possible repercussions. I heard something like a slow hiss from him. He continued slowly, and then quickly picked up the rhythm until he was fucking my ass with abandon and I couldn't contain the sensation. I was bucking away slightly until he exerted his strength, holding me against him with each thrust, slamming me into him as he slammed into me. The motions were so intense, and I was eventually thrown into the edge of abandon and I cried out as I felt release of the most intense nature, and I felt myself spill out as he continued to drive himself harder and harder into me. He groaned as he did this and I felt myself shudder. Soon he tightened and climaxed himself, throwing himself into me with such force that if I almost fell over on my weakened arms.~ Oh yeah... that did the trick I thought as I tightly gripped the side shelf and shuddered myself, my knees slipping slightly on the soapy surface of the porcelain. * Finally dressed and drinking my second cup of coffee, I was surfing the internet and cursing the slow speed. I had a fast connection typically, so it was naturally annoying when I was limited to feeling like I suddenly had dial-up. Ok it's not that bad, I reminded myself as I waited for another I clicked pointlessly and waited for the page to load. Sometimes refreshing my connection helped so once again I attempted this. I consider myself a typically techno-savvy person with no special geek-tastic abilities. But even I could tell something was up when I (in my annoyance) clicked too many times and opened up to find what appeared to be someone wirelessly picking up my internet signal. I might not think this all that odd, but I could swear that I've seen that same ID picking my internet up before. I really don't know enough about this type of thing to get the full implication of this, but I don't understand what it could actually mean. I'm pretty certain that WI-FI is limited to ranges, and that my router's well, sucks. And I have exactly one neighbor that lives what you could call "close", and he's almost a block away from me. Odd. I shrug it off and head to the shed to grab my gear. I've decided to go to one of my favorite places today for a much put-off wilderness retreat. * Camp! Unpacked and set up – I've got a backpack with the necessities (including beer and music of course): it's time to go exploring. This place is one of my favorite places to go hiking, but this is the first time I've decided to camp here. A: because it's technically illegal. The main area is a government protected area you're free to visit and explore, but they make it so easy to venture outside of that, why wouldn't you? B: Well, mainly the illegal thing I guess. Ok maybe I was a little chicken shit, especially to do it alone. The area is rumored to be haunted, but I've been here several times and never seen a thing before. This is exactly what I need, I thought, as I climbed over section of fence and headed for another section of cliff. To get away from the usual, and outside of myself. When I reach the cliff face I stop and take in the view. I just breathe, and admire the unbelievable amount I can actually see from up here. I decide here's a good place to stop for a minute, so I sit, take a beer out of my pack and slip on my headphones. I thumb over my playlists while I appreciate how amazing it smells and feels here. I finally land on 'running', the list I created for when I obviously, go for a run. I sip my beer, and then set it down and lean back, using my pack as a pillow and fold my hands on my chest and close my eyes and feel... serene. A few songs later I feel the oddest feeling, and I crack an eye open. Someone is standing there, behind me, but only a foot or so away, shadowed by the dropping sun. I'm not worried; I've met people in the main area of this place before, and it doesn't strike me as odd that other people explore the surrounding area like I do. I am slightly worried however that this might be someone come to kick me out I start to realize. I'd realized this could happen. Oops. I slide off my headphones, planning to keep my cool, and claim the tent, if they've seen it, is not mine. "Yeah um... hi?" I say, in what I think is a casual voice, raising a hand to shield my eyes in an attempt to get a clearer look at the stranger. The person stands still a moment, clearly looking at me, and says nothing for a moment. "I noticed the title of your playlist," he said in clear, masculine voice, still not moving. "Oh, um, yeah?" I said, trying to think what the hell he meant by that. He liked or disliked my taste in music? "Yes. Just how appropriate it was." He stopped, as if waiting for the implication of his words to have meaning to me. I just stared as his tall figured, now more visible from my adjusting sight. He was tallish, around six feet guessing from my awkward angle, and wearing normal enough clothing, very appropriate for the season. I couldn't make out his features too well, but he wasn't familiar, but he seemed about thirty, maybe a little older and had short dark hair. "Claire." He said, and I saw his lips spread into a sort of smile. I immediately froze. He knew my name. The Other Girl Ch. 02 My mind was scrambling to put the pieces together. How did he know my name? I started to sit up, while carefully trying to project an aura of ease. "Stop Claire. The situation is simple. I'm going to give you a choice." I struggled to hold myself motionless, fighting the strongest case of fight or flight I have ever encountered. I was in the middle of nowhere, and my legs were still dangling from the precipice of the rocky ledge where the rest of me lay on the hard surface. I slowly returned my view to his form, now bending into a crouch. "I have something I want you to take, and I'm telling you now I highly recommend this option. You will notice there is no one around for miles, it's dusk, and the chance that you could spring to your feet and make it past me before I stopped you are so minimal as to be dismissed immediately." I heard his words, but the feeling of dread became so thick as to make his voice sound less clear. I swallowed; the subsequent settling of fluid into my chest was painful. The urge to run was dampened by his frank appraisal of the situation. "What do you want me to do?" I managed to croak out. His left hand, which had been in his pocket, was now extended. He radiated calm and confidence. In my panic I still had the distinct impression that he was awfully calm for someone threatening a woman on the top of a cliff. "This is going to make you go to sleep for a short while. I won't force you to take it. However, this option ensures your safety. I cannot do that if you choose not to take this." The seemingly logical statement left open possibilities in my mind. What would happen if I didn't take the pill I could now see in his outstretched palm? He was right; I could run, but he was crouched only feet away from me. I'd never get past him. But what would happen if I did take it? He must've read the debate on my face for he said, "I'm not going to tell you Claire. You will simply have to take me at my word nothing bad is going to happen." He spoke strongly but without menace. So I now had to trust this stranger, or... I'm not sure what. The threat was vague, but clear on his face. How was I supposed to trust someone who was threatening me at the same time? I quickly darted my gaze around me, hoping blindly to find something useful, some avenue of escape I hadn't considered. I saw nothing but a vast expanse of landscape, and I involuntarily shuddered when I remembered the drop of a good three hundred feet directly below me. "I comprehend the natural urge to flee Claire. If there was a struggle however, well..." he paused, his head tilting up to look out beyond the drop off of the cliff before placing his hands together and proffering me the pill in his right hand. "I wouldn't want anyone to fall." I had no idea what to do. It didn't look like I really had an option. I reached out my hand and snatched the pill. I started to rise and he said carefully, softly, "Take it now Claire." I rose slowly, watching him carefully from my peripheral vision. He started to stand when I did until we were facing each other. The cliff behind me, an unknown threat in front of me and any means of egress, I looked down at my fist as I started to uncurl my fingers. Such a small thing, this little white pill in my hand. I felt at the same time I saw him take a step towards me and I instinctively backed up. I felt a gust of wind sweep up against me and was reminded where I was standing. I looked down at my feet and realized I was directly on the edge. My heart was racing, my body sweating despite the cooling temperature. I brought the pill to my mouth and reached down to grab my open beer. I didn't know what to do. I was willing myself to somehow use this opportunity to boldly run past him and I couldn't make myself move. I brought the beer to my lips to wash down the already dissolving pill. Well that helped steel my resolve some. The dissolvable pill was already entering my system and I didn't see what good it would do to try and run away when I was likely to pass out anyway. I stood there shaking and drank my beer until it was gone. I looked at my feet, dropping my arms to my sides in defeat. I started to raise my head when a burning sensation filled the back of my neck and my vision began to blur. I struggled against it, my ears filling with an impenetrable roaring. My vision became like the static on an old TV and I dropped to my knees. That's the last thing I remember. Day 3 I returned to consciousness slowly, trying to remember anything at all. I was alarmed instantly when I realized I was somehow limbless and all I could see was black. I blinked furiously, and tried to move my mouth to form some sort of desperate plea for help. I was stuck somewhere without any limbs. How could someone do this to me? As I struggled I began to see not only was the black in front of me what appeared to be the flat texture of an outdoor carpet. I also realized I did still have arms and legs, but that they were restrained. I finally heard myself groan when I tried fruitlessly again to move and tried to make sense of things. Ok, hands. I wiggled my fingers and felt a scruffy surface... the carpet. It was indeed short, reminiscent of the kind they floor cars with. I tried to move them further to learn my hands were bound, and moved only slightly. I groaned again in exertion as I tried to shift myself to get a better view. All I learned was that I was lying on a comfortable material, with my legs spread and arms confined below my prone torso, and my head as well, constricted to little movement. I didn't really understand what was going on, but I wasn't particularly alarmed either. I felt fine, great even, and still so sleepy; I closed my eyes and relaxed. Until I felt someone touching me when I thought I was alone. I heard movement behind me, and had to groggily force my eyes open. I tried desperately to turn my head but there was something around my neck, and I found it was tethered to the floor by a leather strap of some sort. I could see only that and the fuzzy black floor when in my still sleep-like state I began to turn my head to the side. I was instantly reverted to my original position with a tug from above on whatever was around my neck, slightly choking me. I gasped and then shrieked when I felt a hand slide up my back against my bare skin. "Claire. You are disoriented, but you are fine. The beer you drank contained something that made you sleep, and it will take a little while to wear off completely," I heard in a familiar cool voice. It started to come back to me out of the fog. Oh shit. Oh shit, shit, shit, shit! Ok I was being held captive somewhere by the man with the pill. "Wh-- what's going to happen to me?" I managed to get out in tight voice, still constrained. The tension on my throat lessened slightly, and I heard what sounded like a clasp clicking into place. My head was now immobilized, held taught by some apparatus above me. The addition of a hand coming to rest on my back told me he'd been holding whatever he'd just locked into place. His hands were smooth, almost delicate as they slid down my sides to sweep back and down my bare ass, exposed to the stranger behind me. "Sensible question," I heard him say throatily and I felt something come to rest at my exposed crevice. I let out a taught breath in a shriek and tried instinctively to close my legs to only to be reminded I couldn't move them. Something was keeping my knees locked in a spread position. "Again I am giving you a choice now Claire. You can scream if you like, but you will only do it once. Then I will gag you and you will remain silent. Or you can try to maintain composure, though I expect it will be difficult." His hands came to rest on the front of my thighs, which were now shivering slightly from apprehension. "I won't scream," I whispered, as I bit my lip in uncertainty. A thought occurred to me. "What do you mean beer? I thought it was the pill?" "The pill has no effects. The beer you chose to wash it down with well, that had certain additives that lead to your being held here now." I started to protest when he continued firmly, "You are safe. I am going to do things to you now, and you can endure them silently, or be further restrained. The choice is yours." My mind was still a fog. Once again his choice didn't seem like much of one, especially after letting me poison myself with the first choice. "I'll be quiet," I said in the firmest voice I could manage. My thoughts were spinning. Do things to me? I assumed the worst but hoped for the opposite. "Good girl," he said. His voice was thick with pleasure as I felt one hand release me and seconds later, I felt increased pressure and realized he was entering me, only barely parting my lips. I tried desperately to pull away, and clench myself somehow magically shut. I heard a throaty chuckle. "If you resist, you will only make things for painful for yourself. Why not let yourself enjoy it?" he questioned, as he pushed his dick against my opening, as if he were the big bad wolf himself. Let myself enjoy it? I was being held captive -- where, I didn't know. He wanted me to relax and just take it! His movements fruitful he was suddenly inside me, only slightly so, and I squirmed at the newfound presence. I felt particularly tight, my legs stretched into their prone position, and this man's dick was now inside me. It hurt only very slightly, as he had indeed forced himself inside me, and I could feel the large thickness of him, sliding just slightly more inside me. I let out an involuntarily huff of breath as he stuffed himself inside me. One hand slid smoothly up my spine and I shivered. Then he removed it and I felt a slight sharpening tug around my neck as he pulled whatever was holding it tighter. I struggled slightly to breath and took a deep breath. As soon as I started my inhale he shoved himself further into me, and held this position. I could feel my lips spread and insides tighten at the invasion. He must be huge -- I felt so incredibly full, and as I started to concentrate on how it was making me feel he thrust himself further, until I could feel him entirely against me. I cried out in spite of myself. The neck restraint immediately tightened and my cry was cut off involuntarily. He leaned down slightly, one hand on the small of my back and I heard a click. "That should make it easier for you to contain yourself. This is however your only warning. Don't," he let out a strained sound as he paused, and pushed himself further against me, driving him painfully deep. "...do that again." He paused as his other hand returned to my back, and he slid both down until he was gripping my hips. He held me completely immobile as he began to slide himself out of me. I relaxed slightly at his retreat, struggling further to breath and I wasn't sure I could make a sound if I tried. And I was terrified to try. Then he pushed himself fully into me again and a soft, strained sound escaped my lips as I struggled to breathe and keep from pointlessly screaming. He must have been holding himself back before because soon he was thrusting himself in and out of me with abandon. My restrained hands were pressed into the carpet, fingers curled against it wishing desperately for something to cling to. He was slamming himself into me and then I felt something on my adjoining clitoris. A quick motion, one that made me involuntarily shudder in reaction. Good? How can anything feel good? I reminded myself that my captor was fucking me relentlessly. I shrieked. My head shiftened only slightly as I felt the same tug from above and heard the following click as it was locked into place. I struggled for air as he pounded me from behind, and the sensation on my clitoris was continued. I felt myself begin to grow wetter around his thrusting penis, and I strained to make some sound of protest. But I could hardly take in air. He drove himself into me over, and over, while I realized that despite common sense I was in fact close to coming. This was too much like the man of my imagination in the shower, and the stimulation of my clitoris was too much to ignore. His painful thrusting into me, along with the sweet bliss of motion on my clit soon had me shaking, and I felt myself tighten and spill fluids onto his still throbbing cock. My whole body shuddered in pleasure, and a huff of air left my tight throat following those sweet seconds of release. His fingers dug into my side as he slammed frantically into me, and he soon stiffened, spilling himself inside me. He rested there for a moment, and I heard two clicks, as the tension on my throat released and I could breathe normally. I quickly gasped for air like I'd been drowning. He slid himself out of me in one smooth motion and I laid there prone, unwilling and unable to move at that moment. "Good girl," he said in a calm voice, followed by a slow release of air I'd almost call a sigh.