Jennifer Discovers Herself · Part 2

Jennifer Discovers Herself · Part 2 (2/4)
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What can possibly go wrong, right?

During dinner I had a good think about recent developments and had come to the conclusion that while at the moment this is quite enjoyable, I am not really attracted to Elena.

Sure she's hot and bossy, two things I appreciate. But I feel no love for her. I figured that since I'm curious about sex with a woman, I’ll go along with what she's doing for now.

My plan is to leave in the morning.

That'll conclude my lesbian stint and, yes I actually thought about this, if I can't forget about it, I'll try it again with a woman back home.

Elena finds what she’s looking for in my pack and comes at me with a handful of underwear.

“Open wide!” She orders me all boss-like and I comply on auto-pilot.

She pushes a thong in each of my cheeks and two pairs of panties down the middle. Then she ties the sash of the room's bathrobe around my head keeping it all in place. The excess she loops back to the front, covering my eyes with the knot.

I ‘mmmph’ in distress. This is a bit much, no? I just want a casual fucking like earlier. Not advanced bondage.

I feel Elena straddle my knees and she interrupts my thoughts.

"I know you don't love me, Jennifer. I’ve figured you out!" She whispers over my back as she bends forward.

I 'mmmph' in my gag and shake my head.

"Don't lie to me. I know you don't. You plan to abandon me tomorrow!" Elena assures me.

"OOHHMMKAAYYY" I mumble into the gag, admitting she’s right.

"I should leave, right?" Elena ponders, "Leave you alone and be all upset and heartbroken about your betrayal?"

I listen to her whisper, wondering what she's getting at. I'm not betraying her. I never even said the magic words. All I did was go along with her and I said I kinda liked it.

"Well, I'm not leaving. Instead I'll punish you for misleading me. I’m going to fuck your ass…” Elena sounds upset now. “Just like those dumbass men that call for a mistress. Don’t you think that’s a good punishment for you? Jennifer?"

What? I think, panicked. Of-course not! And I wildly shake my head. Can't we just cuddle and fuck and sleep and then I'll leave in the morning? I squirm under her.

I whine pathetically. Actually, why should I leave? This is my room, so she should leave. I'll even pay her if she wants. But I can’t speak while gagged and she doesn’t seem interested in what I have to say anyway.

"Oh stop it Jennifer. You’ve had your chance! We could have had something, but you ruined it now!" Elena smacks my butt with her hand.

Without another word Elena positions herself, and the tip of the dildo presses between my butt cheeks. She dribbles a dollop of spit on it as I squeal and struggle. She's relentless and the thick dildo is forced into my ass. She slowly pushes in, retracts a bit and goes in a bit deeper. In and out and back in further, until it's all the way in.

I struggle and try to throw her off, but she’s firmly on top and I can’t escape her.

"See?" Elena whispers near my ear as she lies on my back. "I told you it’s a good punishment!"

I never had anything up my butt. This is so unnecessary, so unwanted! I cry into the pillow.

Elena then plants her hands on my upper arms and starts to fuck me. Slowly at first, but quicker and quicker as her breathing gets heavier. Soon she's pounding into me and all I can do is cry and endure her assault.

She doesn’t say anything, but that’s just as hurtful as when she had kept talking. I feel objectified. A thing that only exists for her fun.

And anal? I’m so terribly humiliated.

Luckily it doesn't really hurt, not like I expected, but I'm not enjoying myself at all.

When she's done twenty minutes later she climbs off the bed and washes up in the bathroom while I struggle on the bed.

I’m panting through my nose from the anal assault and try to calm down. But my stress level is higher than ever.

Raped by a prostitute… And in my butt no less. It’s the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me.

When she comes back she's fully dressed and looks like she's getting ready to leave. I look nervously at what she's doing as she goes through my backpack again, stuff is thrown everywhere until she finds my backup wallet.

"I'll take this…" She holds up almost a thousand Euros in cash.

My eyes go wide, "MNOOH!" I yell at her through the gag. That's my emergency money, for accidents and stuff.

She grins evilly at me and continues to search for valuables in my bag. Quietly pocketing a silver bracelet and ring. I look on helplessly as she robs me. My handheld GPS goes in her bag, the cash from my regular wallet. She even takes my designer sunglasses.

When she's finally done my clothes and camping gear are strewn around her.

"What a load of crap…" She announces. Kicking my sleeping bag across the room.

She then grabs another pair of leggings and ties one leg around the shirt around my ankles, cinching it very tight. Next she forces my arms together behind my back and tightly ties my wrists to the other leg of the leggings.

I wail and cry as I’m being trussed up into a hogtie. Unable to resist, I feel super betrayed. I stare at her as I continue sniffling and crying. I follow her every move. My eyes are shooting fire at her.

I struggle with my thoughts and emotions. How dare she abuse and rob me after our sweet afternoon together. Elena sits next to me on the bed.

"If you tell anyone, I tell everyone you begged me to fuck your ass and paid me for it. Everyone will know what an enormous whore you are." She threatens me with a low voice and presses a kiss on my bulging cheek.

Before I realize the meaning of her words the door falls in its lock and she's gone. I’m left behind stunned. I don’t move for a full minute as I process her parting words.

WHAT! THE! FUCK!?

Now, I’m not a poor woman. My life in London is one of relative luxury thanks to my parents. I have a decent job as a marketing assistant, too. So I don't really care about the money or the stuff she took. I mean, it’s a lot of money. I’m not a wasteful person. But you know, I’ll get more. The loss of my bracelet and ring are a bit harder to accept. They were gifts from a good friend back home.

Not to mention the loss of my anal virginity. Terrible. And for what? Only to keep me from talking? My butt ruined, over some hurt feelings.

Fucking hell, what a massive cunt! I cry in my bondage and struggle to get free.

With weak fingers I finally manage to untie myself after wrestling with the knots for 3 hours. And I have an urgent need to clean myself. I sit in the bath for an hour. I’m scrubbing my body, trying to get rid of the stink of her betrayal. I feel devastated really. I truly thought she liked me.

Am I that stupid and gullible? I stick my head in the water and scream for as long as I can.

And what do I do about it? Like she said, if I tell anyone about it everyone will find out how a London girl got buttfucked and had kinky sex with a prostitute.

Unacceptable! Nobody can ever find out!

Maybe she truly was upset at her realization of me not loving her and this was revenge? Or maybe her plan was to rob me all along…

I don't know and I cry into the night.

In the morning I saunter around the little village near the spa resort, but of-course I don't see Elena. And what would I do if I did? Kick her in the head and steal my stuff back?

Fuck it, I'm going home! With my bag in my arms I leave around lunch time. I don’t say a word, throw my room key over the reception desk and just march out and down the hill to the village.

I’ll write a scathing review too! Fuck this hotel.

I don’t really know where I am, but as soon as I see a taxi I flag it down and ask the driver to take me to a bus station. A 40 minute ride later and we end up in the nearby city Prešov at a large bus terminal. The driver kindly waits for me as I get cash from an ATM and I pay him extra for his patience.

He then helps me with my bag and I end up at the information booth. He’s so friendly, I probably tipped too much.

At the info booth I ask how to get to Vienna and am told I could take a bus. I understand there is no direct route to Vienna, but the farthest I can go is Bratislava. From there there should be another bus or something for the final bit.

Yeah, I’m being a dumbass right now. I should've gone to nearby Košice Airport where I started my hike last week.

Anyway, I’ve been in Vienna several times, I know how that place works. So that’s my focus.

Just as the bus departs the station I send a message to Colin, asking him if I can come by. I feel super depressed and could really do with his kind smile and friendship.

Wouldn’t it be nice if he took me back and picked me up from the airport? But he doesn’t reply.

Unknown to Jennifer, Colin spends the whole day fighting with his girlfriend Ella over her message. Who Jennifer is and why he’s cheating.

It's a five to six hour journey and I enjoy the landscape, but about half way through I fall asleep and I have a scary dream where Elena chases after me with her strap-on and every time I stop moving it pokes at my butt.

In actuality my backpack is poking me in my butt every time the bus hits a bump.

I wake with a yelp as someone shakes my shoulder and informs me that we've reached Bratislava, the bus is not going any further.

After looking around the bus terminal I think there is no bus to Vienna from here. Because why would there be? But there is a taxi van that wants to take me. I agree to their ridiculous fee and spend another hour cooped up with three other suckers who paid for the ride going to Vienna. At-least it’s a direct route to the airport. I arrive at Vienna International Airport around dinner time.

Six hours later, just after midnight, I landed at Heathrow Airport in London. I’m exhausted, but am safely in my own country!

Woohoo!

For the next week I keep thinking about my time with Elena. Going over what happened and how nice she was at first. I downplay her actions to ‘unwanted sex’. I hate the word rape, and don’t want to think about it that way. I refuse to be a victim. It just makes me angry and sad.

Also something changed in my head, I’m a lot less active and no longer feel like I should be on top of the world. Maybe I like someone on my level, but who also doesn’t shy away from making decisions? Unlike before, where I was the one charging ahead and making decisions most of the time.

But ultimately… I’m just lonely and depressed. When I'm not thinking about her, I’m thinking about Colin.

Yes, things only got worse for me.

2 – Colin's final refusal Back in London I briefly set my Tinder app to match with women, but after a few short chats that doesn't feel right for some reason.

Too awkward.

Maybe I'm just scared? Too close to home to hide my dirty secret? My mind wanders to Colin again. I wonder how he is doing, and what he is doing?

Several days pass and I focus on men again. But it’s just hopeless losers and playboys it seems. I don’t see any man I want to hold hands with.

Then a match is made and Katie appears on my screen.

Oh yes, I remember her. One of the few women I was instantly attracted to. What a babe! I can’t help but smile when I look at her photo.

Before I can close the app a message already arrives from her. Damn, she’s in a hurry.

Katie seems really nice in our brief chat, her witty humor is cool. The way she fishes for a date, she basically dares me to meet her.

Funny!

More out of lonely curiosity than anything else really I agree to a date. We meet two days later and have tea together at a cafe near Greenwich park.

Far from everyone I know. Yes, it’s a sneaky date, I don’t want anyone I know to find out.

It was kinda fun. No! It was excellent fun. She’s a cool chick and I want to be her friend. I like her quirky snarky humor.

She left me with a polite kiss on my cheek. But then I never heard from her again. She did say she was busy though, so dunno…

Typical Tinder experience, right?

I look at her profile from time to time, and send another message, but then life catches up and I’m distracted with other things. Things like work and my friends who want to know why I’m home early.

I tell a lot of lies to hide my shame…

I live south of the city of London, in Welling. basically on the other side of the city from Colin, with the bus and underground it takes more than an hour to get to Kensington, where he lives.

Even so, lately I keep finding excuses to be in Kensington. The bakery there is better, I tell myself. Or the home accessory store there has nicer stuff. I come up with all kinds of stupid excuses to be in his neighborhood, hoping to run into Colin.

After my 2nd week home and on my 8th trip to Kensington, I finally spot him. He’s loitering around outside the Adidas store, checking his phone.

He’s looking handsome and cute as ever.

“Hey Colin!” I call out for him, I rush up to him and grab his elbow.

“Oh, hey… Jennifer.” Colin turns around and looks startled as if he was expecting someone else. He stares at my hand on his arm.

I quickly let go of him.

“How are you? Did you get my message?!” I greet him a bit too loud.

“I did… A couple of weeks ago…” he cautiously replies.

“Well? What do you think?” I ask with a needy look on my face.

“What are you doing here?” Colin coldly wants to know. He steps back and stands 2 feet away and looks around as if he’s looking for an escape.

“Coliiin! Don’t be so distant. Shall we get a drink and talk things over? I miss you so much, and I really really really need a friend.”

“Damn Jennifer. A bit late for that don’t you think? It's been what? A year?” Colin looks for a way out and takes another step back, clearly he’s not keen on seeing me.

“Only eleven months. But I get it…” I say, suddenly I’m angry, “It’s that Ella bitch isn’t it?”

Actually, now that I think about it. Everything that went wrong in my life in the past year is her fault. If she didn’t exist Colin and I would still be together and I wouldn’t be miserable and lonely. I wouldn’t have been buttfucked, Elena would have never happened. I’d still have my bracelet. This new realization infuriates me. I blamed Colin before. But he’s just a guy, guys get distracted by girls.

This Ella cunt is the real problem. The angry thoughts shoot through my mind in an instant.

“No, not the Ella bitch. My lovely fiancé Ella! Now piss off.” Colin sounds genuinely upset, like I insulted him personally, and he starts to walk towards the store.

“She’ll never make you happy! Remember what we had! It’ll never work!” I call after him out of spite.

Oh, I’m so angry and hateful. I resent everything about his woman.

“Fuck off…” Colin calls back and steps through the open door into the store.

He barely crosses the entrance mat when a slender short girl with brown hair jumps at him from between the clothing racks and presents herself to Colin.

“What are you doing baby? Why are you angry? Look, I found it! Doesn’t it look amazing?” I hear her energetic voice.

I cringe as I stare through the door at Colin and how he is interacting with her. She makes a quick twirl on one foot, lifting her other leg slightly, showing her butt to Colin as she turns like a ballerina.

Damn she has a boring face. And she’s what, four feet tall? Barely to his elbow. Ridiculous… I can’t believe Colin would choose someone like that over me. I stare at them and feel jealous and sad.

Colin looks approvingly at Ella in her new outfit.

He bends down to her ear and whispers something, I see her face turn red and she giggles embarrassed.

“Coliiiin!” She whines at him with a clear voice. “You can’t say that!”

As I look on, the stupid bitch clamps her arms around his waist and presses her face into his chest trying to hide her red face or something.

Yeah, no! I don’t like her at all and I wish I could flick her away like an ant and take her place.

When the couple exits the store Colin sees me stare. He makes a gesture in my direction, “Oh yes, this is Jennifer. My EX-girlfriend. SHE! Has come all this way from Welling to make a fool out of herself.”

Several people passing by look at me, and now my head turns red with humiliation. What the fuck Colin!? That’s so mean.

“What’s a welling? Oh… Hello!” Ella looks at me as if I’m a bad memory.

I don’t know why, but her looking at me makes me feel super uncomfortable.

“No… I, eh… I’m just…” Colin humiliated me on the street? I can’t believe my ears. That’s so not him. I’m lost for words.

“I can’t tell you to stay away from here, but please leave us alone. Yes? Try to have a good day.” Colin plainly says, and escorts Ella to the left.

“Bye Jennifer…” Ella says over her shoulder with uncertain eyes.

“Is she ok?” I hear her ask.

“Shush, or I’ll poke you in your butt!” Colin jokingly scolds her.

Ella giggles and they’re gone. Swallowed into the crowd.

No, she’s not OK, I think after a few seconds.

That was a clusterfuck of nuclear proportions… I feel like screaming and decide to go home. A tear runs down my cheek and I feel like I’m on the brink of a mental breakdown.

Literally everything in my private life is a stinking pile of failure and lies right now. Or it feels like that anyway.

I’ll never find love at this pace. I’ve got to get past him.

3 – The Woman from Crawley Lost in thought I bump into a group of men as I step into the subway station and I stumble as I catch myself on someone’s arm.

“Whoa there… Careful!” Comes the voice of who the arm belongs to.

“Owww!” I call out, “Sorry sorry. I didn’t see you.”

“Don’t be daft. We’re seven people, hardly invisible and…” He starts to berate me, but interrupts himself. “Wow… What’s your name.”

“Jennifer. Jennifer Hill. I’m sorry…” I sniffle.

The guy stares at me for a few moments. Then he looks to one of his friends.

“Her then?” He smirks.

“Yea, she’ll do.” The second guy confirms with a predatory look in his eyes.

“Guys, we’ll catch up. Alright?” The first man calls out to the others.

A laugh comes from the group. “Yeah yeah, give ‘er one from me!” Comes the unsophisticated encouragement from one of the guys. He makes a thrusting motion with his hips. And they walk off.

I see them go and I roll my eyes. Assholes!

“Hey, you OK? I’m Shane, this is Jon. Come with us?” He has a thick northern accent.

I look up at him and shift my eyes between the two guys. I notice Jon’s eyes and wonder what they're up to. Go where? The way they look at me, I feel like I’m going to end up in a massive gang-bang within the hour.

“NO! FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!” I scream hysterically at the duo and run away into the subway station.

I’m stared after by Shane and Jon and a dozen other people.

I storm down the stairs and into the first waiting subway train. I can’t get home quick enough and when I get there an hour later I slam the door shut behind me and lock it.

Five minutes later I sit squatting in the shower pitying myself, but enjoy the hot water beating down on me. I massage my tender butt and finger myself slowly. I often touch my butt lately. Tracing circles around my sphincter or pushing on it, like a little massage. It’s a stupid habit and I’m not sure why I do it.

All that bitch Ella’s fault. Yes, definitely not mine! I’m the victim here. If Ella didn't exist, everything would be better.

Oh Colin… His image flashes through my mind. He looked happy today.

I finger myself a bit more energetically and have a quiet orgasm thinking about our gentle sex and how sweet he always was as I took the lead during our sexy times.

So good…

Feeling all weird I jump into bed forgetting to dry my hair. The pillow gets soaked, but I don’t care. I read magazines and a book for the afternoon, skipping dinner and fall into a restless sleep at around 9PM.

My last waking thought is that I should start hating on Colin to move on from him.

So, fuck Colin! What an asshole!

I wake up early the next morning and feel terrible. It’s Monday but I want the world to end. If coffee doesn’t fix me I’m going to call in sick.

I lean on my kitchen counter as I wait for the coffee machine and try to wake up.

ping ping

A message arrives on my phone. It’s Katie, she’s back from her trip to Toronto and really wishes to see me. If I’m up for it, she wants to have breakfast at 9. I tap the pin she sent and see it’s a cafe near the Woolwich ferry on the Thames. Never really been there, but it’s only about four miles from where I live.

Four miles is actually not far at all, maybe she lives near there? How convenient!

Duh, she’s a Tinder match, of-course she lives nearby. I remember I set the range to 5 miles or something. I stare at her Tinder photo and instantly feel better about myself. I’ll definitely call in sick for today and I quickly type to Katie that I’ll be there.

A moment later three heart emojis and a ‘Love you Jen’ arrive from her. It seems Katie already knows what she wants.

I arrive five minutes before nine at the cafe and immediately spot Katie, she’s sitting at a window table sipping tea. She’s wearing khaki cargo pants and a knitted black tight top with long sleeves.

Damn that’s a good look for her.

“Hey babe… Love your outfit.” I gasp seeing her. I kinda just blurt that out without thinking.

“Hey Jen, I’ve missed you.” Katie looks at me with happy eyes. “Babe?”

“Yes, sorry… That just sorta fell out.”

Katie really appreciates my clumsy compliment though.

“Where did you go for the past two weeks? I just about gave up on you…” I stick my tongue out at her. I gave up long ago, thinking she didn’t want to talk anymore.

She looks at me with calculating eyes while the waitress takes our order. When she’s gone Katie has her answer.

“Actually, I was in Canada for work and I thought you didn’t really like me so I ignored you and wanted to move on. But I can’t get you out of my head.”

She bends real close to me and whispers.

“I have a major crush on you… So I’m really happy that you came.”

“I like you… I’m just not so sure about dating women.” I mumble.

“Meaning?”

“I ehh…” We’re interrupted as our order is brought, scones with jam and cream. Croissants and tea. Superfast service here.

“I never dated a woman before.” I just drop the bomb.

“Oh, you’re just curious?” Katie's eyes darken.

“Well, something happened and I keep thinking about it. So I’m pretty sure I am, you know… But I never actually did it.”

“Something happened? Hmm… Some… Thing…” Katie repeats, thinking. Tapping her chin with two fingers as if she’s thinking really hard. “Hmm… Let me guess, a drunken one-night-stand on vacation and now you want to know if it wasn’t a dream?”

I look startled at hearing her idea, and motion for her to lower her voice. Nobody has to hear… “Or a threesome with your boyfriend and some chick and now you just want the girl?” She continues unfazed.

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