Disclaimer:
This story is just that, a story. It is a work of fiction and nothing at all to do with the real world or how to treat people in it. All the characters within it are adults. It contains descriptions of nonconsensual sex and other nasty things that should not be read by anybody under the age of 18.
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Part One
Closing her apartment door behind her, Annabel signed with relief. That had been one of the weirdest days she had ever experienced and she was glad to be home. All afternoon she'd been a horny mess. Try as she might, it had been impossible to focus on work. Her mind had kept wandering as she had desperately striven to stop herself reaching between her legs and giving her pussy the attention it growled for.
Bizarre.
The sudden wave of arousal that had engulfed her today seemed to come out of the blue, taking her utterly unawares.
At least it had put this morning's problems into perspective: the chafing of her new turtleneck top seemed to have stopped. That had threatened to drive her crazy before lunch. She'd never felt a sensation like it before - a strange tingling and throbbing feeling as if a thousand pins and needles were prickling against her neck.
Annabel recalled how she 'd spent the first hour in work clawing and tugging at the collar wondering how she was possibly going to get through the day.
Frustrated by the uncomfortable sensations, in an attempt to distract herself she had slipped into the break room for a coffee. There she'd bumped into Lauren, who worked on the same floor but in a different department, on the same mission.
After exchanging brief pleasantries and office gossip, the petite brunette had questioned her. "Hey, is that a new top?"
"Yeah," Annabel replied less than enthusiastically, still irritated by the discomfort. "I got it from that new online store that everybody is raving about. Gorgon. They had a deal on so I got a few."
In all honesty, Annabel was regretting the purchases. She had gotten five identical tops in different colours for a bargain price and now it looked as if she'd have to bin them. Turtlenecks weren't really a look she'd ever gone for before. But the fashion gods, in their infinitely fickle wisdom, had decreed them to be the trend of the year. Social media influencers had been loudly cheerleading their virtues this season so, not wanting to be left behind, Annabel had inevitably succumbed.
If she was brutally honest with herself, Annabel enjoyed looking her best. Her natural attributes; long blonde hair, a slim body she kept in shape through diet and modest exercise, sultry brown eyes and luscious lips, all certainly helped to open doors. She had not been shy about using her assets to get what she wanted in past. But now that she was only two years from her thirtieth birthday, she was starting to feel anxious about her appearance. There was nothing obvious that she could put her finger on. These were just her own private unspoken fears, the tiny nagging doubts and anxieties that she tried to keep in check. But it was hard not to allow social media to magnify her perceived inadequacies in comparison to the procession of younger, beautiful women with their sparkling careers and hectic social lives that made her own career and life pale into frustrated mediocrity. Keeping on trend was one way to compensate for her stagnant career and personal insecurities.
Again, if she was being honest, that had been part of the reason Mark had split up with her. Of course there were other problems that had created a rift between them, but her need to keep testing him, using his validation to soothe her insecurities, had helped drive them apart. In typical male fashion, Mark had responded by pulling away, which had only intensified her fears and the wedge between them had grown. Their break up had been inevitable.
Shaking her head to dispell the negativity that threatened to overwhelm her, Annabel's mind returned to her earlier encounter with Lauren.
"Oh great," Lauren had beamed genuinely, complimenting Annabel on her new top. "It looks really great on you!" she continued, causing Annabel to blush lightly.
"I think it really suits you," Lauren had continued enthusiastically. "The look really flatters your figure and frames your face so well. You should wear turtlenecks more often!"
That chance conversation with a co-worker had turned her whole day around. The genuine praise had lightened her dark mood, which was odd as Lauren was somebody she didn't know particularly well - more of a casual work acquaintance really. But during their chat Lauren seemed to exude a level of what could only be described as sensual confidence that Annabel had never noticed before.
While the uncomfortable sensation of thousands of tiny ants nibbling at her neck had continued throughout her day, it had slowly settled into a dull background throb that she was able to tolerate.
Alas, one distraction had been replaced by another.
Her pussy had woken in the afternoon, demanding attention. That had certainly taken her mind off the strange tingling in her neck.
Now safely back home, still ruminating on Lauren's words, she quickly kicked off her heels, scampering in her bare feet to her bedroom. Reflexively, she put her phone in the charger beside her bed before getting to work. Off went her pants and underwear as she rummaged in the bottom drawer of the wardrobe where she kept the dildo she'd bought after the split with Mark.
Briefly she contemplated taking off the rest of her clothes but her need was too urgent. The strange throbbing in her neck was back, but much stronger now. It felt as if countless tiny razor blades were all stabbing into her flesh as, simultaneously, the arousal built and built.
Weird.
Very weird.
She should really take off her new top before she began...
Her desperate sex screamed. NO!
A tidal wave of arousal suddenly engulfed her, submerging the thought beneath the torrent of lust that flowed through her.
Body quaking with urgency, Annabel collapsed backwards on to her bed and dove straight in.
The vibrator hummed as she plunged it deep into her ravenous cleft.
Pleasure coursed through her entire body. She felt so alive. Every cell in her body seemed to sizzle and vibrate with bliss. Her neck burned pleasurably.
It felt wonderful.
On and on she went, the ecstacy building and building as the dildo buzzed inside her.
Hot, raw pleasure.
So much pleasure.
Boiling and raging within her.
Devouring more and more of her.
A conflagration of passion consumed her, engulfing her entire being, as Annabel's body screamed in glorious approval, surrendering completely to the primal urges that now controlled her.
All rational thought vanished. The all-consuming lust corroded Annabel's mind, obliterating everything except the intense arousal that had boiled within. Her body and mind were molten puddles of boiling lava. She was nothing but an animal in heat, mindlessly, desperately fucking herself.
Nothing else mattered.
Her cares, anxieties, fears, likes, desires and wants all vanished.
For Annabel, there was only pleasure.
Every fibre of her being was white hot, sizzling in the inferno that consumed her utterly as the buzzing vibrator continued to stoke the flames that consumed her.
Body thrashing on the bed as the orgasmic bliss built and built, Annabel moaned uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstacy drove her onwards. Time itself seemed to stand still. Every moment of pure bliss was more intense than the last.
More and more pleasure.
Building and building.
