Chapter 2: Raw Submission
The aftershocks still pulsed through Caitlin, a deep, rhythmic thrumming low in her belly that echoed the frantic hammering of her heart against her ribs. She lay sprawled on the thin mattress, limbs heavy as lead, sweat cooling on her flushed skin. The air tasted thick with woodsmoke, sex, and her own ragged gasps. Sarah’s weight shifted beside her, the warmth of her bare thigh pressing against Caitlin’s leg. The Native American woman propped herself up on one elbow, her dark eyes gleaming in the erratic candlelight, tracing the lines of Caitlin’s spent body with undisguised satisfaction.
"Damn, Fairchild," Sarah murmured, her voice husky, a fingertip tracing a lazy path down Caitlin’s sternum. "That was… something." Her touch lingered on the damp skin just above Caitlin’s waistband. "Bet you didn’t know you could sound like that."
Caitlin swallowed, her throat raw. She felt flayed open, utterly exposed. The sheer, overwhelming force of her climax – triggered by Sarah’s fingers, Sarah’s filthy words – was a seismic shift in her internal landscape. The responsible one, the powerhouse… reduced to a trembling, whimpering mess by another woman. Shame warred with a bone-deep, humming satisfaction. She couldn’t meet Sarah’s gaze. "I… I didn’t…" she stammered, the words failing.
Sarah chuckled, a low, rich sound that vibrated against Caitlin’s skin. "Didn’t know you could come that hard? Or didn’t know you’d like it?" Her finger dipped lower, hooking into the waistband of Caitlin’s cargo pants, still bunched around her thighs. "Bet you didn’t know how fucking wet you’d get for me." She tugged gently. "These are in the way."
Before Caitlin could muster a protest, or even process the implication, Sarah moved. It wasn’t gentle. It was decisive. Powerful hands gripped Caitlin’s hips, flipping her onto her stomach with startling ease. Caitlin gasped, her face pressing into the scratchy wool blanket, the rough texture scraping her cheek. The sudden vulnerability was acute. Her powerful back, her strong legs… all laid bare. She felt Sarah’s knees straddle her thighs, pinning her down. The heat radiating from Sarah’s core pressed against her ass.
"No… Sarah, wait…" Caitlin mumbled into the blanket, panic flaring anew. This was too much. Too exposed. Too… wrong? But her body, traitorously, arched instinctively, pressing her ass back against Sarah’s heat. The lingering thrum of her orgasm pulsed, a low ache begging for more.
"Shhh," Sarah breathed, her voice dropping to a dark, commanding whisper that sent shivers down Caitlin’s spine. "Don’t think. Just feel." Hands gripped the waistband of Caitlin’s cargo pants and the cotton panties beneath. With one sharp, efficient yank, Sarah pulled them both down past Caitlin’s hips, over her ass, down to her knees. The cold cabin air hit Caitlin’s exposed skin like a slap – the smooth globes of her ass, the damp curls between her thighs, the vulnerable pink furl hidden between her cheeks. She whimpered, burying her face deeper in the blanket, humiliation warring with a terrifying spike of arousal. She was completely exposed, utterly at Sarah’s mercy.
Sarah made a low, appreciative sound deep in her throat. "Fuck, Caitlin… look at you." Her hands spread Caitlin’s cheeks wide, exposing her completely. The cool air intensified the sensation of utter vulnerability. Caitlin squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself.
She wasn’t prepared.
Not for the hot, wet pressure against her tightest opening. Sarah’s tongue, broad and insistent, pressed flat against her asshole. Caitlin jerked violently, a shocked cry tearing from her throat. "Oh GOD!" The sensation was alien, intrusive, overwhelming. Sarah’s tongue didn’t retreat. It pressed harder, circling the tight ring of muscle with relentless, wet friction. It was filthy. Degrading. And yet… the heat, the wetness, the sheer taboo of it sent a jolt of pure, electric lust straight to Caitlin’s core. Her hips bucked helplessly against the mattress.
Sarah groaned against her skin, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. "Tastes fucking incredible," she muttered, her voice muffled. Her tongue probed harder, licking broad, wet stripes, then focusing intently on the tight entrance, pushing insistently. At the same time, her fingers, slick with Caitlin’s own wetness from earlier, found her dripping pussy. Two fingers slid in effortlessly, deep and hard, curling upwards instantly to find that devastating spot inside her.
Caitlin screamed. A raw, ragged sound ripped from her lungs, echoing off the cabin walls, momentarily drowning out the storm’s fury. The dual assault was unbearable. The hot, wet pressure on her asshole, the deep, insistent thrusting inside her pussy – it short-circuited her brain. Pleasure, sharp and blinding, detonated through her already sensitized nerves. Her body convulsed, trying to escape the intensity, trying to press back for more. Her fingers clawed at the blanket, tearing threads loose.
"YES!" Sarah hissed against her skin, her tongue pressing harder, working in tight circles. Her fingers pistoned ruthlessly inside Caitlin’s clenching channel. "That’s it… scream for me, baby! Let the whole fucking forest hear you!" She punctuated her words with a sharp thrust of her fingers, grinding the heel of her hand against Caitlin’s clit. "Scream how good my tongue feels on your tight little asshole! Scream how fucking deep I’m inside you!"
Caitlin couldn’t stop. Guttural cries tore from her throat with every plunge of Sarah’s fingers, every demanding lick. Tears leaked from her squeezed-shut eyes, mingling with sweat on the rough blanket. The sensations were too much – the shame, the degradation, the utterly overwhelming pleasure coalescing into a terrifying, unstoppable wave. She felt herself clenching desperately around Sarah’s fingers, her asshole spasming against the relentless pressure of her tongue. The friction, the pressure, the filthy words pouring into her ear… it was building too fast, too hard.
"You gonna come again?" Sarah demanded, her voice thick with her own arousal, her breath hot against Caitlin’s wet skin. Her tongue plunged deeper, breaching the tight ring of muscle with shocking intimacy. Caitlin shrieked, her body bowing off the mattress. "Fuck yes, you are! Gonna come all over my fingers while I tongue-fuck your ass! Come on, Fairchild! Give it to me! NOW!"
The command, the violation, the sheer, brutal intensity shattered Caitlin completely. Her climax exploded with terrifying force, a supernova detonating in her core. Her vision whited out. Her scream was primal, wordless, echoing endlessly in the small space as her body convulsed violently, hips jerking uncontrollably against Sarah’s relentless hands and mouth. She felt herself gushing around Sarah’s thrusting fingers, her asshole clenching rhythmically against the invading tongue. Wave after wave of agonizing ecstasy tore through her, leaving her limp, trembling, utterly destroyed, gasping for air like a landed fish. Sarah rode her through it, fingers pumping, tongue working, until the last tremor subsided into weak twitches.
Slowly, Sarah withdrew. Caitlin heard the slick sound of her fingers leaving her body, then the soft pop as her tongue pulled free. Caitlin collapsed, boneless, onto the damp mattress, her mind a numb, buzzing void. She felt Sarah shift, settling beside her again. A warm hand smoothed sweat-damp red hair back from her temple.
"See?" Sarah murmured, her voice softer now, laced with a possessiveness that vibrated deeper than any command. "Stronger than you think." Her thumb traced Caitlin’s trembling lower lip. Caitlin lay still, shattered, staring blankly at the rough wood grain of the wall. The storm outside felt distant now, muffled by the roaring silence within her own skull. There was no going back. None at all.
Sarah’s hand felt heavy on Caitlin’s hair, the possessive stroke a stark counterpoint to the hollow numbness spreading through her limbs. The lingering tremors weren’t just aftershocks; they felt like the crumbling foundations of everything she thought she knew about herself. That scream still echoed in her skull, raw and utterly alien, a sound torn from depths she never dared explore. Each ragged breath she drew tasted of shame, woodsmoke, and the undeniable, musky scent of her own desperate pleasure. Rainmaker’s satisfied hum vibrated against her sweat-dampened shoulder blade. "See?" The word, soft yet laden with triumph, scraped against Caitlin’s raw nerves. "Stronger than you think."
Stronger? The thought slammed into her like a physical blow. Strong wasn’t being flipped onto her stomach, ass bared to the cold air and Sarah’s demanding mouth. Strong wasn’t screaming herself hoarse while Sarah’s tongue violated her asshole and her fingers fucked her into oblivion. Strong wasn’t this trembling wreck, leaking onto a filthy blanket, body still clenching around phantom sensations. That wasn’t strength. It was surrender. Complete, abject surrender to something terrifying and new. A hot, corrosive wave of humiliation surged through the lingering haze of orgasm, burning away the numbness. The rough wool under her cheek itched like accusation. Sarah’s thumb traced her slack lower lip, a gesture that suddenly felt patronizing, a victor claiming her prize.
Without conscious thought, ignited by a white-hot core of shame and a desperate need to reclaim something, Caitlin moved. Her body, honed for battle and sudden violence, reacted faster than her whirling thoughts. She rolled, a surge of superhuman strength carrying her momentum, dislodging Sarah’s hand and twisting her own weight beneath her. Sarah gasped, startled, her eyes widening briefly in genuine surprise before Caitlin used the leverage of her powerful thighs and core to flip them. It was effortless. One moment Sarah was hovering beside her, smug; the next, Caitlin was straddling her waist, pinning Sarah’s wrists hard against the thin mattress above her head. The cot groaned ominously under the sudden shift. Caitlin loomed over her, breathing hard, sweat dripping from her chin onto Sarah’s bare stomach. Her muscles, still trembling from spent climax, were now corded with a different kind of tension – fierce, protective, angry.
Firelight danced across Sarah’s face, but her expression wasn’t fear. It was… intrigued. Assessing. A slow, dangerous smile curved her lips, baring white teeth. "Well now," she breathed, her voice thick but steady. She tested Caitlin’s grip, finding it immovable. "Look who decided to play rough." Her hips shifted subtly beneath Caitlin’s weight, a deliberate roll that pressed the heat of her own core against Caitlin’s ass. "Like being on top, Fairchild?"
Caitlin flinched at the contact, the sensation reigniting the low thrum between her own legs despite her fury. The sight beneath her was overwhelming: Sarah’s dark hair fanned out, her powerful torso bare except for the black sports bra, skin gleaming. Her eyes, dark and unreadable, held Caitlin’s without blinking. "You… you pushed," Caitlin rasped, the words scraping her raw throat. She squeezed Sarah’s wrists, feeling the bones shift slightly under her grip, a reminder of the terrifying power coiled within her. "Too far."
Sarah’s smile widened, utterly unrepentant. "Did I?" She arched her back slightly, pressing her breasts against the confines of her bra, a deliberate offering. "Or did you finally stop pretending?" Her gaze dropped pointedly to Caitlin’s bare torso, to the flush still high on her chest, the hard peaks of her nipples visible through the thin white cotton of her own bra. "Look at you. Still hard. Still wet, I’ll bet." She rolled her hips again, a slow, grinding motion that sent sparks shooting up Caitlin’s spine. "Pinning me down doesn’t change that fire, Caitlin. It just gives you a better view of it."
The naked challenge in Sarah’s eyes, the sheer fucking audacity of her composure, ignited something primal in Caitlin. That lingering shame curdled into a fierce, possessive hunger. Her gaze raked over Sarah’s body – the smooth planes of her stomach, the powerful curve of her hips barely contained by damp black panties. The memory of Sarah’s mouth on her, in her, the filthy promises whispered against her skin, flooded back, not as violation, but as fuel. Power thrummed in her veins, a different kind than breaking steel. This was raw dominance, intoxicating and terrifying. She leaned down, bringing her face inches from Sarah’s, her breath hot and uneven. "Shut up," she growled, the command rough, unfamiliar on her tongue.
Sarah just grinned, wild and defiant. "Make me."
The words hung like a challenge in the woodsmoke-thick air. “Make me.” Sarah’s grin was pure, feral defiance, her eyes locked onto Caitlin’s with unwavering intensity. That smirk, that fucking smirk, ignited a white-hot coal of pure, possessive fury deep in Caitlin’s gut, hotter than the lingering shame. Her body, still humming from Sarah’s relentless assault, reacted before her whirling mind could catch up.
Caitlin’s grip on Sarah’s wrists tightened, a reflexive surge of her immense strength making the smaller woman gasp sharply, her knuckles whitening against the worn mattress. Without breaking eye contact, Caitlin used her powerful thighs and core, shifting her weight decisively. It wasn't gentle. She hauled Sarah bodily upwards by her pinned arms, then shoved her back down, this time positioning her head directly over the center of the thin pillow. Sarah’s dark eyes widened, a flicker of surprise finally breaking through her composure as Caitlin released her wrists only to clamp heavy hands on her shoulders, forcing her firmly into the rough fabric."Shut. Up," Caitlin growled again, her voice gravelly, unfamiliar even to herself. Her breath came in ragged bursts, fogging the cold air inches from Sarah’s face. The power thrumming in her muscles felt different now – not the controlled force used to lift trucks or shatter concrete, but a raw, primal dominance, fuelled by humiliation and a terrifying, burgeoning hunger. She saw Sarah’s pulse jump frantically in her throat. Good.
Sarah recovered swiftly, her lips curling back into that infuriatingly confident smile, though her breathing had quickened. "What's the plan, powerhouse?" she taunted, arching her back slightly, pressing her breasts against Caitlin’s grip. "Gonna fuck my mouth with those big, strong fingers? Make me choke on them?" Her hips rolled beneath Caitlin’s weight, a deliberate grind of heat against Caitlin’s core. "Or are you just gonna stare?"
The taunt was gasoline on the fire. Caitlin’s gaze snapped down Sarah’s body – the smooth, dusky gold skin of her stomach, the defined muscles flexing beneath, the damp black fabric of her panties clinging obscenely to the curve of her hips and the dark shadow between her thighs. The scent of Sarah’s arousal, mingling with woodsmoke and sweat, flooded Caitlin’s senses, thick and intoxicating. It pulled at the molten core of her own need, making her clench internally. Suddenly, the image wasn't just Sarah beneath her; it was Sarah’s heat, her wetness, right there. The memory of her own desperate cries, the feel of Sarah’s tongue violating her asshole, the overwhelming helplessness – it twisted into a fierce, consuming need for control. For reciprocation. For this.
"Not staring," Caitlin rasped, the words thick. Without hesitation, driven by a surge of furious desire, she moved. Planting her hands firmly on the mattress on either side of Sarah’s head, she swung one powerful leg over Sarah’s shoulders. Knees slammed down into the thin mattress, bracketing Sarah’s head. Then, deliberately, Caitlin lowered her hips.
Her damp cotton panties, the only barrier left on her lower body, pressed directly against Sarah’s mouth and nose. Caitlin felt the hot puff of Sarah’s surprised breath through the fabric, the wet heat of it seeping instantly against her swollen folds. She ground down, hard, pressing Sarah’s face into her mound with the full force of her weight. A muffled sound escaped Sarah – not protest, but a low, ragged moan of pure, startled lust that vibrated against Caitlin’s clit. The sensation was electric, a jolt that made Caitlin gasp and grind down harder, seeking more.
"Taste it," Caitlin commanded, her voice trembling slightly but laced with iron. The unfamiliar position, the shocking intimacy, sent waves of conflicting sensation through her – vulnerability mixed with absolute dominance. She could feel the wetness seeping from her own core, soaking the cotton pressed against Sarah’s lips. "Taste how fucking wet you made me."
Sarah didn’t hesitate. Her hands, freed now, didn't push Caitlin away. They flew up, gripping Caitlin’s powerful hips with bruising force, pulling her down harder. Sarah’s mouth opened beneath the damp fabric, teeth scraping lightly before her tongue pressed insistently against the soaked cotton, licking through the thin barrier. The hot, wet pressure, the feeling of her tongue seeking her slit even through the panties, sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating outwards from Caitlin’s core. She cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound, her head dropping back, her hips rocking instinctively against Sarah’s face.
"Fuck!" Sarah’s voice was a muffled groan against Caitlin’s pussy. "Get these off!" Her fingers hooked into the waistband of Caitlin’s panties, tugging frantically, pulling them down over the curve of Caitlin’s ass just enough to expose her completely. Cold air hit Caitlin’s wet, bare flesh for a split second before Sarah’s mouth was on her – no barrier, just hot, wet, open-mouthed contact.
Sarah’s tongue was relentless. It swiped broad, flat strokes from Caitlin’s dripping opening all the way up to her throbbing clit, circling the engorged nub with rough, possessive pressure before diving back down to plunge into her entrance. Caitlin screamed, her hands flying to the rough wall behind the bed for support as her body bowed under the assault. Sarah’s fingers dug into the powerful muscles of Caitlin’s ass, spreading her wider, holding her open as her tongue fucked deep inside her, then lapped hungrily at her clit again. The wet, sucking sounds, the feel of that insistent muscle probing and licking, the sheer, filthy intimacy of Sarah’s mouth sealed against her most intimate flesh – it obliterated thought. Caitlin’s thighs trembled violently around Sarah’s head.
"God, yes!" Caitlin gasped, her voice breaking. "Oh fuck, Sarah!" Her hips jerked erratically, fucking Sarah’s face, seeking more friction, deeper pressure. "Right there! Fuck, don't stop!" She looked down, the sight nearly undoing her: Sarah’s dark hair splayed across the pillow, her eyes closed in fierce concentration, cheeks hollowed as she sucked Caitlin’s clit hard into her mouth, her tongue still working furiously against it. The image of surrender, of utter service, burned itself into Caitlin’s brain, intensifying the coil of pleasure tightening unbearably low in her belly.
Sarah pulled back slightly, her mouth glistening with Caitlin’s juices, her breath hot against Caitlin’s swollen flesh. Her voice was a ragged, lust-filled growl. "Gonna come?" she demanded, her thumbs hooking into Caitlin’s ass cheeks, spreading her wider, exposing her utterly. "Gonna flood my fucking mouth?" She didn’t wait for an answer. She ducked back down, sucking Caitlin’s clit back between her lips, her tongue a vibrating point of ecstasy, while two fingers plunged deep inside Caitlin’s clutching pussy, curling hard against that spot.
The double assault shattered Caitlin instantly. Her vision whited out. A guttural scream tore from her throat, raw and animalistic, echoing off the groaning cabin walls as her body convulsed violently. Her hips slammed down onto Sarah’s face, grinding desperately as wave after agonizing wave of ecstasy ripped through her. She felt herself spasm around Sarah’s thrusting fingers, felt the gush of her release coating Sarah’s chin and neck. Sarah moaned against her, the vibration sending fresh jolts of sensation through Caitlin’s oversensitive flesh, prolonging the brutal climax until Caitlin collapsed forward, her forehead pressed against the cold, splintered wood of the wall, her body a trembling, spent ruin draped over Sarah’s head and shoulders.
Slowly, shakily, Sarah eased her mouth away, withdrawing her fingers with a slick sound. Caitlin felt Sarah’s hands, gentler now, smoothing over her trembling flanks. She couldn't move. Could barely breathe. The only sounds were the crackle of the dying fire, the relentless howl of the storm, and her own ragged, shattered gasps. Sarah shifted beneath her, turning her head to the side, breathing heavily, her cheek resting against Caitlin’s inner thigh. Her voice, when it came, was hoarse but thick with a dark, satisfied pride that cut deeper than any blade.
"Knew you had it in you, Fairchild."