Dark Room Secret

Dark Room Secret

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Claire Porter is a beautiful, yet outcast young woman at the end of her high school career. When home life becomes rocky, she buries herself in photography projects; seeking solitude to escape the pain... Unfortunately, solitude is not what she will find in the dark room.

Summary

Claire Porter is a beautiful, yet outcast young woman at the end of her high school career. When home life becomes rocky, she buries herself in photography projects; seeking solitude to escape the pain...
Unfortunately, solitude is not what she will find in the dark room.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Room Next Door

Author Chapter Note

Claire Porter is a beautiful, yet outcast young woman at the end of her high school career. When home life becomes rocky, she buries herself in photography projects; seeking solitude to escape the pain... Unfortunately, solitude is not what she will find in the dark room.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 14, 2012

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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A dark crimson illuminated her skin; flawless as porcelain. The glow of the photography dark room caused a glare on her large square framed glasses as she submerged her photo in the tub of developing solution. A gasp escaped her petite frame as she heard the back door creak open. Curses clashed in her mind realizing she dropped the tongs in the tub of liquid. She had been caught.
"Hey, who's in here?" An adult male voice reverberated with authority in the darkness. "This room is off limits after...4pm." The suited man trailed off. Clearly he was a teacher at the school. Black suit over a blue collared shirt, contrasting with his striking eyes. "What are you doing in here miss?" Before, he had been unsure if she were teacher, or student. Claire Porter was dressed in a chic mickey-mouse-esque outfit consisting of black shorts with buttons, a white scoop-neck shirt; black suspenders tight around her breasts.
Whirling around, she faced the man with her blue doe eyes, bouncing pigtails, and parted red lips. "I-I'm just trying to finish my project!" Claire confessed nervously. There were obvious consequences for trespassing, and that was the last thing she needed.
He peered at her skeptically. "Alright... Where's the boy?" His eyes darted around the darkness through narrowed lids.
"What boy? I'm alone!" She pleaded her case.
After looking her up and down suspiciously, he spoke. "Then you'll have no problem showing me to the back where there couldn't possibly be someone, right?"
Grudgingly, she complied. She lead him to the back room where the teacher's desk was, as well as the drying photographs hanging by clothespins. It was more of a hallway with an inlet than anything else. "See?" Claire commented with annoyance. "Just me." Turning on her heel, her heart beat hastened. The look on the stranger's face suddenly made her nervous. "C-can I go?" Hope increased the pitch of her voice as it caught in her throat. As he began closing the gap between them she backed into the wall, cornering herself.
A devious smirk crossed his lips. "There's no where to go..." Quickly, his hand clasped over her mouth to muffle the scream he knew was coming. They struggled until they nearly toppled over the swiveling desk chair. The twisted teacher then reached into the pocket of his black slacks and switched open a blade. It glimmered a brilliant vermilion in the shadow faceted light. Pleasure oozed from his pores witnessing the peril in her saucer sized blues. "Scream, and you're dead. Got it?" When those same sapphire irises pleaded without response he became firm, tracing the blade on her jaw line. "Got it?"
Claire nodded in shameful agreement and was instantly ravished against the desk. So many familiar, earth shattering thoughts were speeding through her psyche. Her mystery assailant was nameless and nearly faceless; the red hue of the light flattened his features. Tears poured into her specks and onto her cheeks as he necked her famishedly. A resurfacing notion continued to haunt her; why me? The girl was but 17 years old; a senior in high school.
He craved her innocence; the girl was gorgeous and built like a woman. Her quirkiness and unique style made her an anomaly in the school. Mr. Sullivan had seen her once before and knew he must have her; it was a no brainer whether or not to take the job after that. The softness of her pale, barely freckled skin was arousing him tremendously. Hearing her whimper of fear drove him mad with desire. Without hesitation, he lifted her up by the back of her cold bare thighs and propped her on the desk before laying her on her back.
"Please don't..." Claire begged pitifully.
"Take off your shirt..." he demanded lacking any compassion in his response.
It felt so degrading for her to not to cry or scream or fight. Her eyes shut out more teardrops as she abided and felt him remove her shorts and panties ruthlessly. All she could hear was hungry grumbling before she felt him enter without hesitation. His size was as unbearable as the rest of this horrible nightmare. Though she wanted to keep her eyes shut and cry until it was over, she forced herself to find the strength to open them to get a better look at her rapist. The lecher stood about 6'2", average build, with dim, smokey eyes and dark thinning hair. There was no hiding it, he sent chills down her body; irked her to the core. Literally 10 minutes prior, they were strangers... Now this.
"I knew you'd come around..." He simpered as he thrust his throbbing member vigorously into his victim. "Naughty little girl..."His words were poison and burned into her brain like acid. For a moment, she didn't think it would ever end. Finally, and disturbingly, he came inside of her, panting like a devilish hound. After a few moments he pulled out and backed off a bit. Claire stared at the blood tinted ceiling and found it ominously fitting as she waited for him to let her go.
"You're a smart girl... I shouldn't have to remind you of the consequences of revealing our secret here, right?" The stranger nonchalantly inquired as he fastened his belt. As she shook her head, he continued. "Good. Now get the fuck out of here."
There was no invitation necessary; Claire hopped off the desk and shakily replaced her clothes and darted through the dark room, not bothering to grab her belongings. Once she escaped into the safety of the public hall way she rested against the door, her heart racing and breathing labored. Finally, a wave of emotion hit her as she slid to the ground and began sobbing. The halls were virtually empty at that point, but some losers still found their way to her.
"Hey baby, how much?" A short, moronic boy in a group of nobodies laughed at her expense.
"Leave me alone." Claire ordered through strangled vocal chords.
"Come on girl, show us a good time..." Another prick chimed in.
"Beat it!! Before I suspend all of you!" A voice boomed from behind them. The jesters scattered like the cock-roaches they were, revealing the U.S. History teacher Mr. Samson. "Are you alright?" He asked her under his mustache, now in his usual relaxed monotone.
It was a loaded question. Seeing through the tears and fogged glasses was a difficult task in itself. "I just want to go home..." She bawled uncontrollably into her knees.
Clearly uncomfortable with emotion, Mr. Samson stammered then called out: "Hey Ben?!" for his student teacher to come to their aide.
A younger man came bounding over. "What? What's going on?" He asked with concerned brows over blue eyes.
"T
ake this young lady home. She is having some kind of crisis... Some of those little bastards gave her a hard time." Mr. Samson summed up to his best ability. Sensitivity was not his strong suit.
"NO!!!" Claire screeched suddenly popping up. The thought of being confined with another unfamiliar man was too terrifying for her to consider. "I'd rather walk, thank you..." Without waiting to hear their rebuttal she swiftly moved down the hall.
"What the hell was that about?" Ben Everett asked his mentor.
"I don't know... But I intend on finding out." Samson responded.

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