Darcys Tale 02 A Maple Ferry Story

Hi all, thanks for reading Darcy's Tale.

This is a long one, and while it has its fair share of 18+ moments it isn't a pud-pounding ribald romp if that's what you're chasing.

Like Lyric's Tale, this is going to be a multiparter and will be published over time.

As with all my stories, all characters are mine and purely fictional, with all similarities to real life being pure coincidence.

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 years old or older.

A note on the classification of this story: Part 1 was published in Loving Wives, and had the reception I expected from a number of readers for whom that tale failed to be written in a format for which they want to read ALL stories of broken marriages.

I have published this story in Romance because I believe this category has the broadest license of any.

Will I dabble in other themes in Maple Ferry?

You betcha.

Please leave me a comment and a rating. i really value both, even if they are visceral and gasp inducing.

Have fun in Maple Ferry,

The Antipodean

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Breaking her own rule about checking her phone before going to sleep, Darcy's face was illuminated by the lock screen of as she lay in bed.

A flurry of incoming text notifications made her suddenly tense and anxious when only moments before she had been the MOST relaxed that she had felt in weeks.

Using her passcode Darcy opened her text messages and flicked to the thread indicated, a chat that she had with Chelsea, one of her best baristas at The Shack.

Chelsea - Darcy, can't work with him anymore. Lyric pushed too far tonight.

"FUCKING MEN!" Darcy near-shouted, perhaps not quite as relaxed as she had thought she was post-bath, post-dinner, and post-Damon dropping in unannounced on their Divorceaversary.

Chelsea laying down an ultimatum like this was not good. She and Lyric were literally Darcy's cafe dream team.

The two of them together always brought in the best sales per shift and racked up the most tips of any staffing combo at The Sugarshack, the go-to cafe in Maple Ferry, which Darcy owned.

Darcy - Sorry. Chelsea? What's going on?

Chelsea - Something happened with Lyric tonight, out of the blue. He got angry, he forced me to do something I didn't want.

Something switched in Darcy's brain as she read this, already operating with a heightened sense of concern, "forced me to do something I didn't want," was the accelerant that set Darcy off into crisis management mode.

Darcy - Really concerned now, are you safe? Are you okay?

Chelsea - Yes, I am safe. He is gone. Okay? I am sad and don't want to see him again.

Darcy - What happened?

Chelsea - Image 1

A picture auto-loaded into the text thread as Darcy watched, causing her to take a quick, sharp, breath and hold it.

Chelsea's face nearly filled the frame of the image. Also clearly displayed in the photo was a wet and glistening, fully erect, cock imposed between the camera and Chelsea's face which was looking angrily up at the camera.

"No, no, no, no, no." Darcy murmured as she looked at the picture.

Chelsea - Image 2

The second photo was even more graphic. Taken from the same angle, this image showed Chelsea choking on that same cock.

Darcy could see the tears forming in Chelsea's eyes, pooling, a thick red flush inflamed her cheeks and her tongue stuck out lewdly from underneath the prick which choked her throat.

Any remaining sense of calm from her evening of self-care was now completely eviscerated by the text conversation she was having with Chelsea, Darcy's neck, face and ears were burning scarlet with anger.

Chelsea - Image 3

The last photo showed Chelsea mid gag, or mid cough, Darcy couldn't tell.

Chelsea was visible with a cum-splattered face, her eyes glancing down at the ground and her makeup running in rivulets down her face.

Chelsea's hair was sweaty and disheveled, she held one arm up towards the camera in a half-hearted attempt to block the picture.

Darcy - Oh my God! Please tell me that this was you guys playing after work.

Darcy typed feverishly. Wanting to make sure that she truly understood what had happened before she decided what was going to happen next.

Chelsea - Walking home together, he forced me to suck him in the car park.

Darcy - I am calling the police.

This needed to be done now. Sexual assault was not something which Darcy would tolerate. Not only was Lyric going to be fired tomorrow, but he would be lucky if tonight wasn't the first of many spent behind bars.

Chelsea - Please don't! The whole town will know!

Darcy - Chelsea, if he assaulted you, we have to report it.

Darcy cursed herself for writing the "if" in that last text. Who the hell was she to question an assault survivor?

Chelsea - It didn't happen at work. You have no right to report it. Just make sure I don't have to work with him again.

Chelsea wasn't wrong about that, Darcy wasn't required to report this. The information that Chelsea had shared was privileged and Darcy would be sharing private information with police if she reported the incident on Chelsea's behalf.

Darcy - Chelsea, this doesn't feel right. You really need help. You need to report this.

Chelsea - It's not the first time I have sucked someone off I didn't want to... Just don't make me work with him again.

Like that was going to happen.

Lyric's tenure at The Shack had ended, he just didn't know it yet.

Darcy - I promise that you'll never work a shift with him again. Can I find someone to take your shift tomorrow?

"Surely Chelsea would want to take a personal day tomorrow? Right?" Darcy thought to herself.

Chelsea - No. I'll be okay. I need to know the Shack is a safe place. I'll be there.

Darcy - Really? Are you sure...?

Chelsea - 10am tomorrow. I'll be there.

Darcy - Lyric won't be.

Chelsea - Good.

The absence of three bouncing... on the left side of Darcy's phone ended the conversation, and Darcy took a deep, measured, breath letting it all out in a long trailing hiss.

Diving into her contacts list, Darcy pulled up a chat window for Lyric. Strangely, she had no text history with the young man.

She had never had a need to text him.

Lyric was one of those reliable staff members; someone who never had to be replaced at the last minute, or forgot a shift. Further, he was entirely predictable.

Darcy knew that he would always be ready and available five minutes before his shift started, and that he wouldn't leave a shift without making sure all his jobs were done.

This made what had happened to Chelsea tonight so hard to understand, it was SO out of character for Lyric.

For a second, Darcy thought about calling Lyric and speaking to him directly, but she was too angry and she didn't want to go off-message. She needed the black and white that text based conversations could provide, hiding how she was feeling behind a black screen and white text.

Darcy - Lyric. Very concerned about your actions tonight.

Darcy - Please do not attend your shift at the Shack tomorrow.

Darcy - I will return on Monday. Please come to meet me at 2:00pm. Please do not come to the Shack before this time.

Lyric - Darcy I don't know what you are talking about. Close went smoothly. Sales were good, and customers left happy.

Lyric - Chelsea was picked up by boyfriend. Nothing happened.

Darcy - The only reason I am not calling the police right now is because she made me swear I wouldn't.

Darcy - Don't go to the Shack until we meet on Monday. You're not welcome.

Darcy - Don't contact Chelsea. Don't text me again.

Darcy - The results won't be good.

Darcy's hands were shaking when she finished the last text.

She set the phone down on top of her comforter, and brought both hands to her face, taking in another deep breath she grounded herself.

It was approaching 11:30pm, she'd find someone to cover Lyric's shift in the morning, or she'd take it herself.

She would also need to prepare for her meeting with Lyric on Monday. Which meant she'd be calling Bill Ross up at Valley Partners.

Bill had proven himself useful as her business lawyer over the years; guiding Darcy through the pitfalls of dealing with humans as an employer and as a local business owner.

She had been shocked the first time a customer had threatened to sue her over a small bit of date pit found in a scone, she had remained shocked the second time litigation had been mentioned, this time over hot coffee in a cup with a "caution hot liquid" stamp on a lid.

Bill would help her make sure that Lyric went away with little noise and cost.

Hell, she'd pay Lyric for his notice period if that's what she had to do to make The Shack safe from him.

It was after midnight before Darcy put her phone down.

Sleep, once beckoning to her in her post-bath stupor, was now a far away thing.

Darcy padded quietly into the kitchen to put the kettle on and, once steeped, to settle into her lounge chair with a mug of herbal tea.

The weather was still too warm for her to set a fire in the fireplace, so instead she just stared out the lounge window into the dark night just letting the blend of herbs, flowers and dried fruits soothe her restlessness.

She was deeply sad for Chelsea.

The truth was, Darcy could relate to some of the things Chelsea had said in her texts.

There were a few cocks in her life that she wished she could un-suck.

Boys and men who she had blown while drunk, or because it was easier than figuring out how to make them go away any other way.

But none of Darcy's experiences had come close to what Chelsea had experienced tonight.

Aggravated sexual assault? Rape?

Darcy was going to have to add this to the list of things she was going to talk to Bill about in the morning.

Shit.

Tomorrow was Sunday. Bill would still be happy to take Darcy's call, because time is money for lawyers, but she had to think that his hourly rate was higher on a Sunday than it was during the week.

Darcy shook her head to try and shake free of the tailspin she was in following her texts with Chelsea.

Nothing she could do now, at 12:40am on Sunday, would change the situation for Chelsea.

No amount of analysis or future problem solving was going to change how she, Darcy, felt about tonight.

Worst. Divorceaverary. Ever.

Darcy returned her tea cup to the kitchen counter and took herself off to bed.

Hours later, when light was appearing in the sky and the birds outside were starting to chirp, Darcy returned to bed from the bathroom being reminded once again why drinking herbal tea after 12am was not advisable.

Knowing that she had hours until she needed to be human again, Darcy reached out from under her covers, opened the top drawer of her nightstand, and withdrew the small tube of warming lube and her favourite toy.

It wasn't huge, coming in at a happy six inches with a respectable but not crazy girth. The baby blue rubber-like material made the dildo both soft and stiff at the same time, at least in all the ways that mattered.

Applying a drop of lube to her index and middle finger of her right hand, Darcy reached down under her bedspread and sheet and gently teased the outer lips of her pussy, slowly working inwards, teasing, almost taunting her pussy lips, before moving up gently and rubbing firmly over her clit's little hood.

Moving her feet up the bed slightly caused her legs to bend at the knees, spreading them and giving her hand more room to maneuver, opening her pussy ever wider.

Darcy continued to rub her kitty, now more vigorously, occasionally dipping her two sticky fingers into her vagina.

Eyes scrunched closed as she finger fucked herself, Darcy couldn't keep from moaning out her pleasure at a low pitch and a steady pace.

Past dalliances flashed in Darcy's mind as she began to frig herself steadily with her fingers.

A feast of random vignettes, Darcy saw herself bent over the kitchen counter of her last place with Damon railing her hard from behind.

Palms flat on the formica counter, barely holding herself up, her breasts pancaking with each downward thrust from Damon. Eyes closed, hair matted as she thrashed her head left and right against the too intense pleasure of his cock sawing in and out of her pussy.

That image blended seamlessly with the next, this one of cheerleader Darcy flat on her back and with legs splayed at her eighteenth birthday party, each leg being held down by a cheer squad member while a third feasted on her soaked snatch.

Focus narrowing in her remembering, Darcy's hindsight showing so clearly the bright green eyes laughing silently at her as the Maple Ferry High Cheer Captain tongue-fucked her to multiple orgasms.

Back in the here and now, Darcy's pussy was making delightful squelching sounds as she worked her two fingers in and out while applying pressure to her clit with her thumb.

Without thought she took her plastic penis from the top of her comforter in her left hand and pushed it down below the covers to where her soaked right hand claimed it as prize and swiped it up and down from mons to perineum to coat it in her juices.

In less than a second she was applying gentle pressure, before pushing it into place in her pussy.

With a quick exhale and then a steady inhale she began to move the dildo in and out of herself in a steady and, at first, staid rhythm.

But slow and steady only lasted so long before she was bringing the fake cock in and out faster and faster, thoroughly fucking herself and making a pond of her bedsheets.

Darcy felt her orgasm coming, her body flashing hot and cold, as she broke out in both goosebumps and a sheen of cold sweat all at the same time.

Eyes rolling back into her head, she tried to stave off the almost electric sensation of the on-rushing orgasm, but it was far too late.

With a loud cry, half exultation and half lament, Darcy's body seized as her abdomen lifted off the bed, supported by her shoulders and legs, before crashing back down into damp stillness.

Now exhausted, Darcy let her vaginal muscles push the toy out of her body onto the bed sheets and, not for the first time, she said silent prayers for being a small woman who owned a queen sized bed.

Darcy rolled over onto the cold, clean, side of the bed, and fell fast asleep.

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Darcy finally turned her alarm off at 8:14am, after three successful snoozes; determined to make the most of her Sunday, a full day away from The Shack,

The first thing she did was to text Tariq to see if he could cover Lyric's 10am shift.

Tariq was usually good for last-minute coverage as he had very little social life and was trying to save up to bring his little brother over from Egypt.

True to form, three text exchanges and six minutes later he was confirmed and Darcy could forget about the cafe until she had to call Bill later.

Stepping out of bed, and into fresh panties and pyjamas Darcy stripped the bedding and determined that Sunday would also be laundry day.

Gratifying self love notwithstanding, her bedroom did smell funky and nothing beat sleeping in fresh sheets.

Between domestic chores, brewing a pot of the most delicious Guatemalan coffee, and listening to music while starting the New York Times Sunday Crossword, the day was getting away from Darcy when her phone chirped a text alert.

Chelsea - Darcy? Are you there? Can I call you quickly?

Darcy - Hey Chelsea. Are you on break? Lyric didn't show up at The Shack did he!?! I told him to stay away!

Chelsea - Oh gawd! No, he didn't come in today. Darcy, can I call?

Darcy - Of course, Chelsea. You can always call.

Chelsea's number showed up as an incoming call almost immediately, and Darcy answered.

"Hi Chelsea! Are you okay? How are you feeling toda..."

"Darcy, I need to say a few things and I need you to listen." Chelsea interrupted.

"Lyric didn't do ANYTHING to me last night. It was Eric, and Eric used my phone to send those very private pictures, and those horrible, horrible texts." Chelsea blurted out in rapid fire.

"I don't want Lyric to get in trouble, and I am afraid he'll never speak to me again, and I am horrified that those pictures of me are on your phone, and I am afraid you'll think I'm a slut and that you won't want me to work for you, and I HATE Eric and I think I'm gonna puke," Chelsea stopped talking and Darcy heard her breathing heavily on the other side of the phone.

"Chelsea? Take some deep breaths, okay? Just deep," Darcy inhaled loudly into the phone, "Measured," Darcy exhaled loudly into the phone, "Breaths."

"Chelsea, are you telling me the truth? Did your boyfriend really send all those texts last night?" Darcy asked pointedly.

"Fuck this is so embarassing, he is going to hate the day he fucked with me," Chelsea moved quickly from fear to anger.

"Yes, Darcy, that was all Eric. We got into some rough play after he picked me up last night. He told me he was taking the pictures for us, he didn't tell me he was sending them to anyone."

Darcy thought for a second, "But why would he send them to me to get Lyric in trouble? What could he possibly have against Lyric?" Darcy asked.

"He was pissed because Lyric wouldn't let him come into The Shack after we closed last night. I think he was also upset because he knows we're going to be done at the end of the summer. After last night's bullshit we're done a lot sooner." Chelsea answered.

Darcy had a sudden thought and said, "Oh my God! That poor boy! I have some serious explaining to do."

"What do you mean, Darcy? Eric did all that to embarass me! What do you need to expla... Oh," Chelsea said as the lightbulb came on for her,

"You mean Lyric. What did you say to him? What does he know?"

"I told him not to come into work today. I told him to stay away from the Shack until Monday at 2:00pm when we would discuss the outcomes of his actions.

"I told him it was only because of you that he wasn't meeting with the Police." Darcy said reluctantly into the phone.

"Fuck," said Chelsea.

"Fuck is right," responded Darcy.

"Okay," Darcy continued, "I am going to have to figure out how to undo things with Lyric. That's on me.

"But first, I will delete these photos from my phone, and from my cloud backup. I'll happily show you both from my laptop when we're next at the Shack together."

"Thank you, Darcy! Thank you!" Chelsea cried into the phone,

"You won't need to share the details of what Eric did with Lyric will you?" Chelsea asked?

"I mean, I won't share anything graphic with Lyric, but I think it's important for him to know that what he was accused of was serious and that it was Eric pretending to be you who did the accusing."

Chelsea was quiet on the other side of the phone for a moment, "Okay, Darcy. I can handle that. I can't believe that Eric would do something so awful! I mean, let's face it, he's never been the smartest boy, but what he did was awful!"

"It sure is, was, is, fuck... I don't know what I'm saying," Darcy admitted,

"But in your shoes I know that I'd seriously be considering pressing charges against him."

"Oh don't worry, he'll get his," Chelsea said with venom, "I don't think the Police will be involved, but I'm heading to chat with Mom at Maple Waves after work."

Darcy took a second to process this, and then had to suppress a laugh, "Oh he's in trouble. He's never going to date another girl from Town or Valley is he?" Darcy asked.

"No, Darcy. No he is not." Chelsea said firmly.

"Okay Darcy, I am already running late for my break. Tariq is probably going to kill me,"

"He won't kill you, if you tell him you were talking to me," Darcy said.

"Chelsea? I am really sorry that this happened to you. You're a nice young woman and an awesome barista.

"Don't let one fuckwit boyfriend ruin any of that confidence and spirit you have okay?"