The Encounter

Carlos Ch.1: The encounter

Author's note:

Dear Reader, This is my favorite story, and I am excited to showcase it. This is the first chapter of a series, and as such, it is a buildup for future events involving Carlos and a succubus in the series. Upcoming chapters

are

going to be more spicy, alongside the plot. If you love power fantasy stories, you are in the right place.

Thanks to the volunteer editor for the valuable help with my story.

Constructive critique and feedback are always welcome. Please vote, as it is an important source of feedback for me.

Also, I would like to thank my Volunteer Editor for helping with my first submitted story.

All characters are fictional and above the age of 18.

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Jason stood in front of me, blocking my path. "Look, Carl, you'd better hand over whatever you have, or else!" He said in a cool, calmly collected manner, yet emphasized, "or else."

I was already covered in sweat from the June heat, especially in the middle of the day when the sun was hammering down on us. I had to be back at my shift before two o'clock.

I was utterly surrounded at this moment. Jason, the local thug, and his lackeys stood beside him, staring at me like hungry wolves, while I was the prey who stood in this alley surrounded.

"Jason, stop this! I am not giving you my money," I yelled back, clutching my fists as I tried to put on a brave face--which I knew wasn't fooling anyone. My hand went to the back of my pocket without even realizing: if I gave them this, I would have to go on a fast. Eating one meal a day at best or none at all.

I need to get back to work. Baron will chew me up if I don't show up, and the break only lasts 30 minutes.

All this was whirling around in my mind. I couldn't be late for my shift. I would rather be beaten than potentially have my boss fire me. So I tried to walk past them stupidly, believing they would let me, but the harsh reality settled in when Jason grabbed onto me and threw me right against the wall once again.

"I was being nice and giving you a chance to just hand over your stuff and walk away. Boys, make him understand what opportunity he lost."

My heart fell to my stomach as the gravity of his words sank in. I couldn't fight back with this flailing, skinny body. All I could do was close my eyes as they closed in, with menacing stares into my soul.

The wind in my lungs was knocked out by a punch squarely landing on my stomach. The next thing I knew was the cold, unforgiving concrete. Covering my head, trying to minimize the injuries, I curled myself into a ball.

My consciousness waned with each passing moment.

After what felt like an eternity, they stopped. Jason, rummaging through my clothes, finally took my money too, sneering as he turned away from me.

"Throw this trash where he belongs," was all I heard, my eyes blurry with tears and pain, when I was picked up and hurled into the pile of trash.

Jason had practically dragged me to this place when he saw me coming out of the ATM. Groaning and laying there, my perspective of time slipped by, not caring about the awful smell of garbage. I couldn't even work in these clothes.

I finally got back on my feet and made my way out of the alley, deciding just to go home, ignoring the disgust and stares of people who walked past me.

There goes my food for two weeks--that's just great! And Baron will definitely humiliate me and deduct the day's pay.

I kept clenching my fists every time the thought crossed my mind. On my way, I stood at the intersection of the pedestrian crossing. Standing there all I could feel was the forbearing thought of just ending it all in this traffic. What good did I have in this life?

A body that would not gain weight no matter what, a life with no friends and family to speak of, being bullied by the neighborhood crooks, a decaying apartment, and my loneliness--this is my life.

I am used to it now, I guess. I fought tooth and nail to get out of life on the streets.

I trudge my way up the stairs that creak beneath my feet. My life seemed to mirror the decay of this old building at the edge of the bustling community. I still never could understand how the owner was able to keep this building from falling apart. The neighborhood had already gone through renovations and looked a stark contrast to this mess.

The building is really a mirror of my life, huh?

Shaking off all these thoughts, I stepped into the dimly lit apartment and went straight to the shower. I couldn't stand the smell of the trash anymore, so I cleaned myself up as quickly as possible. The aches had gotten a bit more bearable. Nothing new. Nothing has changed in these 22 years.

A sudden ring of my cell that I had thankfully left at home jolted me out of my meandering thoughts as I stepped out of the shower.

No one would call me except my boss or the apartment owner anyway.

Sighing, I reluctantly picked it up. It was my boss.

"Carlos! Where the fuck were you? You left after the break without informing anyone!" He bellowed from the other end.

"Sorry, Mr. Baron. I had an emergency, and my phone died." I answered with the best soft and polite manner I could.

There is no point telling him the truth. He'll blame me for it like last time.

"Well, now you can take care of the emergency with all the time in the world." My heart tightened. I was not ready for the next set of words that came through. "You're fired!" he shouted, and all I could hear was the beep of the call being dropped.

FUCK.

This announcement took the day from bad to catastrophic. I had neither the time nor the qualifications to get a new job; work with easy entrance was already packed, and this was the only job I had that paid the bills. I was done.

I stood there frozen. This was it--no job, no money, this roof over my head that would be taken away the moment the owner came for rent and bills.

I felt my vision blur; something shattered in my soul--the weight of everything. I couldn't take it anymore. It was bad, but I was trying to live. I was really trying to survive.

What for? I did not want to die before tasting actual happiness. I wanted to be happy for once in my life.

But at this point, it may be better to just end it.

I threw myself on the bed and closed my eyes, trying to get out of my head the cluster of my thoughts. It was just around, probably 5 p.m., but I just did not care.

But fate had it in store for me today, in bulk.

My sleep was restless... I suddenly found myself in a burning hall, but this wasn't my apartment. It had an uncanny familiarity to it. Out of nowhere, the shrill of screams echoed from all directions. Hundreds of innocent wails of children and adults alike. It was like I had found myself in hell.

My own skin seemed to blister from the raging inferno, yet I stood there paralyzed. Until a hand seemed to grab me and ran to the exit with me. Lying in the arms of a stranger was a familiar comfort in this seeming stranger. Everything was just a blur, like a fragment of memory that I had blocked away from my memories, as I figured out now that I was a mere child.

Trying to make sense of the situation I found myself in, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pillar plummeting towards us. Words failed me, and before I could utter a warning, it struck--and I jolted awake.

The next thing I knew, I was in my bed, sweaty and burning all over as if the ghost of an inferno had come out of my dream to torment me.

This nightmare. Again. WHY? WHY TODAY?!

Just what I needed in the middle of my crisis. Looking over to check the time, it was only 11 p.m., and that meant this nightmare of a day was still going strong.

From there on, the night seemingly dissolved into me twisting and turning for almost an hour, yet I couldn't sleep again. The weight of the day was weighing on me.

This is not going to cut it.

With that thought in mind, I just got up finally, realizing I had just slept naked. I wore one of the only clean clothes I had. Nothing really fitted me perfectly anyway.

It was just past midnight, but I didn't care at this moment. I started making my way to the park, making sure I did not take any of my valuables. This was the only park for all the well-established people in the apartments. I never had the privilege of strolling through here.

The lights were on for the pathway, and the rest of it was just surrounded by trees and darkness at this hour.

Not having a single person in sight was oddly a relief. Walking at a steady, slow pace, I decided to just not sit, or rather, I couldn't sit. Strangely, I felt like walking in the deeper part of the park.

At least I can see the trail.

Yet it was weird. I wasn't planning on walking this much; the horrors of my situations from earlier had left my mind.

I could see a figure approaching from the trail at the opposite end. Frightened and alarmed, I slowed my speed as best I could. I did not want to die.

As my vision focused, I saw it was a woman, almost my age, maybe a year or two older. I couldn't help but be shocked. As she came closer, I gasped at the beauty jogging towards me; my throat practically went dry, and my eyes widened in marvel.

Being in the retail department, you see quite a few beauties in magazines, ads, and even customers, but this girl was just out of this world. It sounds cliché, but she looked like possibly the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

Her chest heaved and bounced with every step; the light from the street seemed to be falling on her so gracefully you would believe she was a successful model or movie star. Her hair was blonde, tied behind her head in a ponytail. I couldn't see her eyes properly, but I guessed she was hazel or blue-eyed or one of those people who have eyes that change color in different lighting. Her waist was slim as if carved out by a perverted person personifying their idol. From top to bottom, she had no flaws in her body whatsoever.

She was a few feet away from me at this point and had noticed me, but contradicting my hopes, being astounded by her beauty, I saw disgust on her face. Who could blame her--a stranger at midnight ogling a woman in the middle of a deserted park?

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Stop gawking, idiot!

" I said to myself, and I just wanted to move past her. I already had enough trouble today. I did not want to add to that pile, but fate just seemed to not want to work with me today, did it?

When we were only a couple of steps away from one another, I seemingly tripped on absolutely nothing; really, there was literally nothing to trip over, yet here I was, tripping. Though I didn't fall, I did find my hand on something soft.

This was the most cliché erotica scenario ever!

But this was no book--it was real life!

I had grabbed onto her breast without realizing it. I was done for, and her eyes still looked stunning as she glared daggers at me.

Stop staring, idiot! You've just assaulted her!

My brain screamed at me, but it was too late. The damage was done. I jerked my hand away frantically and stepped back, stumbling over my own feet as I tried to explain.

"I--I'm sorry! I tripped; I didn't mean to... It was an accident." My voice was barely audible, cracking under the weight of my embarrassment. I couldn't lift my eyes from the ground. My head was down, my chest tight with the suffocating knot of guilt.

I had no idea what else to say, just praying she would believe me. But even at that moment, I knew--my luck had already betrayed me.

"Accident, my foot fucker!" I heard the shrill of her scream, and I kept my head down, trying to come up with anything to make her believe me, but I was frozen. Because of the size difference, my eyes were still on her heaving mound, where my hand had been just moments before.

I couldn't help but notice the camel toe between her legs and her full hips without even realizing I was getting hard. I was never this degenerate. Why of all times was I like this now?

My jeans soon started to bulge, and I knew she would notice too.

Not helping the situation, Dick!

"Oh? Got nothing to say, pervert?" she shot back, her anger rising.

"I told you I--" I tried to explain, but she cut me off before I could even begin.

"Shut up! You're in no position to speak right now. Perverted morons like you should be in jail." She continued to berate me, her eyes laced with disgust and contempt. "Look at yourself in the mirror, skinny as a twig, wearing those shabby clothes. You're clearly broke. Who would give you a second glance?"

Now that was crossing the line!

I couldn't let her berate me like I was nothing. "Listen, I am sorry, but it was an accident, I swear. You're taking this way too far." With resolution in my eyes, I looked straight at her, but apparently, my eyes and my mind stopped on her lips, and all I could think of was how they would feel on my dick.

"Stop making excuses, you unemployed loser! You're probably already homeless--or close to it," she spat, snapping me out of my trance. It was too much. "You're just a pathetic virgin; look at how you're gawking at me..." Her voice started to fade as I struggled to keep listening. I was just... done.

You all are so entitled. I am tired. This is it. I am done. This bitch crossed the line way too many times. This day has crossed the lines it shouldn't have. I am only trying to live my life. Is that too much to ask? Then WHY?! WHY?!

"Shut up, bitch!" I practically screamed--this was not how it should be. "I said sorry, but apparently you seem to be in over your head. Let me put you back in your place."

The second the words left my mind, I saw the color leave her face, and she seemed to freeze. Maybe she didn't expect me to talk back.

I stepped towards her, grabbed her by her throat, and tightened my fingers around her, pulling her towards me. I couldn't tell if it was the adrenaline or she was the weight of a feather, as her well-built body seemingly got into my clutches without a hitch.

I had lost all reasonability. I truly was thinking with my dick.

"Let me go!" she cried out and tried to scream, but my hold on her was strong enough that her voice never fully left her throat as loud as she would expect it to.

I got behind her and held her tight, choking her with my forearm around her. Her soft body was now against me; she could probably feel my raging dick against her hips.

I felt her tense up, grabbing at my forearm and trying to pry herself away from my clutches, yet I wasn't going to let that happen.

My free hand found the end of her shirt, lifting it over her mounds, exposing them from below, which, to my surprise, had no bra. I murmured a whisper into her ear, "Being out at this hour with no bra, such a shameless little bitch you are," I said, pinching her nipple hard and pulling it, her body going up with the force as a shriek left her lips.

"H-Hey, let me go! I'll get you arrested!" She tried to threaten me, but at that moment I didn't feel threatened. I didn't care if I had to spend the rest of my life in prison.

"Go ahead, but that won't save you from what I'm about to do," I replied with a mockery etched in my words.

Her nipples seemed to be getting hard under my touch; surprisingly, her struggle was not really a struggle.

Does she want to get assaulted?

The thought crossed my mind, but at that moment it didn't matter--I was focusing on the task at hand.

The cream-like skin of her tit was perfectly filling my palm as I continued to fondle her. I looked around to see if anyone was there--and when I established that no one was, I got braver.

"Listen carefully: the less you resist, the faster it will be over with, and the less painful it will be." To hammer my point home, I struck her breast with force, making it bounce--and another shriek left her lips, and I felt her body go lax.

"O-Okay, but you're going to be paying dearly for this." She threatened again. "I'll ruin your entire life," she continued, and I could feel the resignation in her voice, tinged with boiling rage. Yet who would care at this stage?

As if my life wasn't at its end already.

Slapping her tits one after another in response to her threats, "You can do whatever later. Right now you're at my mercy, so act accordingly, bitch," I replied. I wanted to savor this moment to the fullest. Judging by the fact it may be the last time I get this chance.

Shoving her to the ground, I saw her body meet the dirt and grime of the path with a thud. She was lying on her front, and I went behind her once again and pulled at her gray leggings, revealing the almost pale skin of her round full butt.

This girl was so soft anywhere I touched her--as if she were made out of velvet. Her snatch was perfectly clean, with no hair in sight. Her body--this picture-perfect beauty was also devoid of any hair.

"Ouch!" she cried, trying to crawl away, yet it was a futile attempt. "You mother, ugh..."

My hand came striking down at her asscheek, stopping her retort midway. "Shut up, bitch." I held her in place, undoing my pants immediately and freeing my already hurting cock.

Lining it up to the entrance of her pussy, I rubbed the swollen head; this was my first time after all. "NO! Don't you dare!" This bitch still tried to speak, only to be dished out another spank on her velvet skin, leaving a clear print of my hand on her butt. I finally started to shove myself inside her snatch, which proved to be a task I had to put some force into when I heard her lips part for something I did not expect.

"Th-This is my first time... Arghh."

That was too late of a warning, as the moment I heard that, my body had already jolted forward to sink a portion of my dick into her, going past a faint wall of resistance, which I took for her hymen. A groan toppled from my lips as to how tight she felt, plus, to my disbelief, she was soaking wet.

This level of beauty, and I am the first person to touch it? I felt like my dick was going to get strangled.

Gritting my teeth, I tried my best not to unload right then and there. This was an unexpected turn of events. From the shitty day and getting one life-ending news after another, taking her felt like a sort of achievement.

"Well then, you stuck-up bitch. Let me show you how good a dick can feel."

I sneered, pushing deeper within her, her scream imminent, as I reached forward and grabbed onto her throat, "Quiet!" I threatened, "Or I might make a spectacle out of you for people to watch when they come for a jog in the morning."

To my disappointment, I didn't go all the way into her--having a 9-inch dick, I didn't expect much, but I was determined to fulfill this task. Taking my dick back till it was almost out, I clamped my hand onto her ass, taking as much skin as possible in my palm, and digging my nails into her delicate skin was an indescribable feeling. I shoved back inside her with all my force, repeating this process over and over.

I could hear her muffled moans escape into my hand as I held it shut. I was on one knee, and this doggy style in the middle of a park in the dead of night was something I wouldn't have dreamt of in my wildest of dreams.

My hip found its rhythm, and judging by her reaction, her body kept tightening around my dick, and the mix of her virgin blood with her juices was sending me to cloud nine.

"Fuck, you keep tightening around my dick. Seems you're enjoying yourself too, huh," I said, letting go of her mouth, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and pulling it back towards me--a pained moan escaping her lips.

"N-No... Stop... Saying... Argh... Fuck. I am not enjoying this w-whatsoever."