The Awakening
This story is something I have been kicking around for a little while now. I passed on the idea for a little while but when I attended a retreat for families of suicide survivors, I had a long conversation with another woman who lost her husband to suicide. She stressed to me that any way of dealing with stress should be cultivated. I shared with her some of my ideas, after a lot of prompting from her, and she loved them. So she has been a sounding board for some of my ideas of late and I have a new fan of my writing. I have been going to therapy for a few years now and the tradition methods only help so much; so I decided to try some holistic approaches. This new series is a different world from my Tales of the Marine Chick stories. This is more me! More of the woman still fighting everyday with life. So here it goes, hope you all enjoy.
Part of my therapy was hypnosis. This was foreign to me because I never believed it. Never bought the shows where the person was hypnotized into barking like a dog or quacking like a duck. But this was part of my mental therapy plan. So here I was lying on a bed with a health and mental specialist, Anna Mathews, sitting next to the bed. She had told me about my chakras and had hit on the major things going on in my life. She was gorgeous, flaming red hair with some silver streaks in it making her look even hotter. Her bio said she was 52 but the woman looked closer to 32. She had on a loose fitting blouse and jeans. I could tell she was busty, but I have radar for that. Soft, soothing music played in the room. The smells of incense filled my nose and senses. It was rather calming.
"Breathe in deeply, exhale slowly," Anna said in a soft voice with a British accent, "Your eyelids are getting heavy. Breathe in deeply, exhale slowly. Eyelids even heavier...."
My eyes closed and I opened myself up to darkness.
"Where are you now Anna?" The voice of Ms. Mathews called from what seemed a million miles away. "Please describe it for me"
It was a small room with faded wallpaper. The room was lit by an old time lamp. I looked down at myself and was dressed in a white gown that was old and had a few stitches along seams. My tattoos were gone and my body was paler than usual. My hair was thicker and curly and, reaching behind me, came down to the small of my back. I had on a pair of thick shorts but when I lifted the gown they were panties styled in 18th century. Like shorts, but they were itchy. I couldn't believe it. I was in this girl's body. I could feel the dampness of humidity in the air and stale air filled my nose. I looked around the room. It was at night, two small beds with thin mattresses against each wall with a small window on one end and a wooden door at the other. The window looked grimy but it was because the glass was strangely colored. I could see street lamps outside but they were lit like big lamps, with flame dancing in them. I heard the door open and turned to see another women dressed exactly like me. Faded white gown and barefoot. She was a redhead, wild curly hair adorned her head and she was glaring at me.
"You stupid English cow!" She spat at me in a low voice, I could hear an Irish accent, "Now I will not be able to visit Roddick. All because you are homesick. Get it through your thick skull slag, you are a worthless piece of shite!"
I could feel anger course through me. I didn't speak, just stood there staring at her wide eyed.
"What is a matter slut?" She said with her hands on her hips, "Did having your wretch of a child cause you to go dumb?"
I felt the sadness of being unwed and pregnant and after my son was born, having to give him up to another family. It explained a lot. I knew I was in a home for such young women. Soiled Doves all of us. But now anger replaced the sadness, anger at all the girls here, being bullied, pushed and shoved, clothes taken from the trunk by my bed. All of it needed to end. Now to start the ending...
I unleashed a slap at Red's face and it connected. Her head snapped to the side and came back quickly, she was holding her left cheek. Then she came at me. Her hands latched onto my hair, I returned it by locking my hands in her curly red tresses! The room was already small and with the two beds in the room gave us even less space to fight. We stayed upright and tugged out strands of red and brown hair.
The utterly strange thing was, I knew this wasn't real, but I felt the pain of the hair pulling. I could sense that this girl who I was at the moment didn't know what to do next, so I opened my mind to hers and the fight escalated.
I reached down from Red's hair and grabbed the left shoulder of her gown, then I pulled to my right and twisted our bodies and we landed on my small bed. The shoulder of her gown tore and she cursed me and grabbed at my gown. I continued to tear her gown down until her plump left breast and small pink nipple came into view. I grasped the breast with my right hand and squeezed. I swear Red's scream could have woken the dead. My ears were ringing from it. I felt my own gown start to rip and then I felt the damp air on my bare breasts. She reared up with her head, teeth biting at my left breast but I backed my body off her and she pushed me back off of her and the bed. My back slammed against the door. I looked down and turned the little key under the door knob to lock us in. I let the gown slide off me, leaving me in those ridiculous panty shorts. Red stood and slipped out of her gown, but underneath she was naked. She was a sight to behold. Large breasts still high on her chest, trim waist with flaring hips and a full mound of pubic hair. I quickly pulled down my shorts and now like her, nude.
We rushed together and slammed body to body together, each grabbing each other's hair. We spun and fell to Red's small bed with her on top. Nails slashed and scratched at skin. Welts formed from slaps and punches. I felt wetness from both our sets of thighs and it wasn't from sweat. I rolled her over with me on top and ground my body down into hers. I heard her moan. Our breasts were pushing out from the side as our nipples dug into each other's breasts. Our tummies were pressed tightly and thighs interlocked. I forced her legs open a little more. My brown pubic hair and her red locked together, tugging the other. I could feel the girl'a memories, only had sex with a man once. No other sexual contact with men or women. But know with this redhead under her/me, I felt arousal. Red grasped my hair and pulled back. My neck arched in pain, bringing our warring breasts tighter against each other. Her left leg shifted and put it in between my naked thighs. My left thigh was rubbing up against her. Each movement of the skin against the other's pubic area brought a moan of pleasure and intense feelings. I felt my moisture on her thigh as I ground into it. Felt her womanhood wet as well against my thigh. This body I was in had never felt this before, had never known this pleasure.
Red rolled us to our sides; both of us were pulling at thick hair. Movements were slow and deliberate. Twist my chest to mash our breasts, grind my thigh in as she did to me. I rolled her back over and moved my legs so my hips were inside her legs now. I started to move my hips up and down letting our skin rub and grind. Red let her mouth open and moaned so loudly it reverberated in my ears. I could feel the body I was in grow hotter like I was coming close to a roaring fire. My movements grew faster and faster. The grinding of our hips, the breasts slapping together, at a feverous pace.
I knew the orgasm was coming, I somehow knew hers was about to arrive as well. A white light blinded me as the intense grinding culminated in a wild writhing on that small bed. I heard a low female voice in the back of my mind.
“Awaken!” The voice called, “AWAKEN!”
I sat bolt upright in bed. I was back in the present, on the bed where I was for the hypnosis. I was sweating; my blouse was soaked with sweat. I was breathing heavily like I had just sprinted a mile. Ms. Mathews was sitting in the chair next to me, her eyes were wide and her pale skin was flush with pink.
“Anna, are you alright?” She said, looking concerned.
“Yes, at least I think so,” I said heaving in air. “Is there someplace I can freshen up?” I knew I had cum, the pungent odor mixed with the sweet smelling air in the room.
“Yes, dear”, Anna Mathews said, “Out the door to your right is a small bathroom.”
As I got up, so did she, very quickly. There was something different about her. I couldn’t place it. I went out the door and into the bathroom, locking the door. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them and the soaked panties down to my knees and cleaned myself up. I got straightened up and looked in the mirror. I looked like I had just run a marathon. My brown hair was matted to my head. I splashed cold water on my face and tried to fix my hair.
“Get a hold of yourself girl!” I told the reflection in the mirror. But then I felt something stir in me, like butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Then the voice came again.
“Awaken to your gift Anna”, the voice said.
I heard a click and the door opened and Anna Mathews came into the small bathroom, leaving the door wide open. Her eyes were wide and she was breathing heavily. Her pupils were dilated. Her hands were clenching and unclenching in time with her breathing. I felt in my body, in my soul that I wanted nothing more than to throw myself at the busty redhead. We both let out primal screams and slammed together. Hands going for hair as our chests smashed together. She had the momentum on her side and slammed me against the wall in the small bathroom. We growled and grunted as we struggled. Her breasts were massive, heavy and dense as they pressed against mine. I used my butt to push off the wall slightly and she grasped my blouse and ripped it open, buttons flying every which way. I felt the extreme urge to get at her skin so I grabbed her blouse and tore it open revealing a red bra that barely contained her massive breasts. Our bra covered tits hit head on and we stumbled in the bathroom spinning around and falling out the door to the hallway. We hit the carpet and there was a mad scramble as we wrestled and fought for control of the other. Our jeans rubbed together as we battled. I wanted to hurt her and I had the feeling that she felt the same way.
She had one hand locking in my hair and was pushing with the other hand at my chin, my head bending back painfully. We rolled from one side of the hallway to the other. I had both hands in her hair yanking her head roughly from side to side as we rolled. She ended up on top but I was able to get my feet in-between us and pushed hard with my legs, sending her tumbling back on her butt. She and I both eyed each other as we got to our feet. She pulled off her torn blouse and so did I, but I wanted more skin, my body wanted to feel her. I saw her shiver as if she felt the same thing. She started to unbutton her jeans as she kicked off her sandals. I did the same. She red thong matched the color of her bra. She sucked in a breath and it made her already large breasts protrude even more. I ran my hands from my black panties to my black bra, grasping my large tits and squeezing them. It was like a cat lust that I wanted to fight her more.
We closed the gap between us and slammed together again in a violent embrace. Hands roamed all over our bodies, scratching, grabbing ass cheeks and sides. We slammed in the wall, me pressing against her, our breasts threatening to jump out from our bras. Our legs rubbed together, smooth skin hot to the touch. She pushed off and my back hit the opposite wall. Once of her nipples had popped out of the top of her red bra. She pressed her body to mine, her breath hot on my neck and cheek. I reached down with my hands and grasped her thong, pulling on the back to wedge it up between her pale cheeks. I heard a grunt of pain come from her. We spun along the wall to where my left shoulder and her right shoulder were pressing against it. Her hands reached behind me and started to fiddle with the back clasp of my black bra. I griped the thong tighter and pulled up sharply. She yelled out in frustration and pain. I felt my bra unclasp but the front was still pressed against her big chest. I heard the thong start to rip even before I felt it give way. Anna growled at me and turned me, my back pressing against the wall again. Her hands drifted down to my panties and pulled the undies down over my hips slightly. My hands went to the back of her bra and unclasped it. Once I had it undone I pushed against her shoulders. She was pushed back against the wall on the opposite side again and shrugged out of her bra and pulled her torn thong from where it had wedged up her bare labia. I shimmied out of my black panties and throw off my bra. Now naked we lunged again with the slap of bare flesh meeting bare flesh. We grappled on our feet in the middle of the hallway, hands slapping backs and grabbing butt cheeks. Our breasts merged together, our chests twisting slightly making the breasts slide back and forth against each other. She pushed with a surge of strength to shove me into the wall but I twisted our bodies and we hit hard, her back first and then my chest slamming against hers, air rushing from her lungs. We collapsed to the floor still embracing. I was on top of her and looked into her eyes. Her eyes glowed red, like actually glowed. I tried to get off of her but she held me to her. Our tits mashed so tightly that they mushroomed out our sides. Her bare crotch was grinding up against mine.
“You have awakened a special gift Anna,” Ms. Mathews said but it was not her voice, something was speaking through her, “Now when you an attractive woman, one that you lust after, she will feel it and want nothing more than to fight you. Fight you in all ways possible, catfight, sexfights, titfights, fist fights. All to your hearts content. We have watched you for a long time and have decided you are ready. We will talk with you again soon.”
Anna released me and I quickly rolled off, frightened by what I heard a few seconds before. She lay there for a moment and then sat up and got to her feet. Like I wasn’t even there. She picked up her bra and slid back into it and put on her jeans and slipped back into her sandals. She went to her office and returned after a short moment wearing a tight red t-shirt. She held out her hand to me with a sweet smile. She helped me up and gave me an extra t-shirt but this one was black. I was so confused as I quickly dressed.
“Ok, Anna,” she said in her own British accent, going back into her office and coming out with an appointment card, “Now I want to see you in a week to see how you are doing.”
I stared at her dumbfounded.
“Is everything ok?” She asked, smoothing her hair back.
“I don’t know, what just happened?” I asked with confusion in my voice.
“We just finished your session for today,” Anna said matter-of-factly, “It was strenuous but necessary. I think further session will be good for you. So I will see you at 2 pm in the 22nd.”
“Ok,” I said as I grabbed my purse and practically rushed from the office. I couldn’t grasp what was going on. As I got into my car and left the parking lot. I was trying to replay the events in my head and nothing was making sense. I was stopped at a red light and watched as a group of people crossed in the cross walk. I noticed out of the crowd a beautiful, busty Asian woman. I stared at her and she suddenly whipped her head around and came to the driver’s side window. I lowered it as she produced a card.
“Please call me as soon as you can, we have so much to discuss,” she said with a wink. She walked away before my light turned green.
I looked at the card and it was just a number and the letter L. I drove on but as I drove the understanding washed over me. I could remember periods of history and what I thought was mythology. Women fighting in the Coliseum in Rome, Amazons battling for control, the old west, in a woman’s prison. I was chosen to now to carry on the fight. To what end I have no clue but it is going to be an adventure.
