<5> Emergency

ANNIE'S POV

I was sitting on my knees, naked, with both my arms outstretched and tied to the front posts of the bed with something like a rope. I could hear some movement behind me, but my head could only turn to the side as I tried to look back. My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, and my whole body felt so hot for some reason. I felt the bed dip behind me, and the next thing I felt was somebody's hard chest pressing flat against my back, with their hand wrapping around my neck while the other caressed and played with my nipples. My back arched, my head falling back on their shoulder, and a throaty moan slipped out of my mouth when something cold pinched my nipples so hard. That certainly hurt, but the wave of pleasure that went through my body because of that left me whimpering and wanting more. I could feel my own wetness spreading between my thighs.

"Look at you princess.."A very deep and raspy voice murmured against my ear. His voice alone making me whimper desperately"I didn't know a little pain could get you so worked up"

I whispered even more as I felt his hand dug between my legs. I was so aroused.

"I barely even touched you Annie but you are already so wet for me" His fingers teased my folds ,his other hand on my neck tightening slightly and my body literally shaking with need

"P-p-please" I choked, my breathe heavy

"Please what princess?"

"f-fuck me , please. I need you" I literally begged. I wanted him so bad.

"You'll be begging me to stop when I do"He teased me yet again and he was driving me crazy

"P-please" I felt warm tears running down my face.

"Since you are asking me so nicely, I'll give you what you want princess"

His hands moved to slacken the ropes that were tying my hands a bit, enough for me to bend forward without hurting the joints that connects my arms with my shoulders but also enough to restrain my arms from moving. My butt was sticking out in the air whilst my face was buried into the pillow.

"I'm going to give you what you want Annie and you are going to take it like a good girl, you hear me?"He demanded ,his large hands massaging my butt

I nodded my head but only to have my arse spanked hard

"I said ,do you hear me Annie?"

I gasped, nodding desperately"Y-yess sir"

"Good"

A little after that he pushed his hard cock inside me and I was banged senselessly from behind. He was fucking me like he hated me and god it felt so insanely amazing.

*

I felt my heart race, and within a split second, I had leaped into the air, my fingers losing their grip on the delicate plate I had been holding. As if it were in slow motion, I watched it plummet towards the floor, the world narrowing around me as my thoughts were abruptly shattered by the unexpected sensation of someone shaking my shoulder. The sudden jolt sent shockwaves through me, making my breath hitch and my heart nearly leap out of my chest.

There I was, lost in a whirlwind of reverie, still reeling from the vivid dream that I woke up to this morning. It clung to me, the image etched with a clarity I had never expected. I could hardly comprehend the disturbing explicitness of that nocturnal vision—it was something I’d never anticipated, not even in the depths of my wildest imagination.

"Annie, my dear, are you alright?" Mrs. Blackwood exclaimed, her brow furrowed in concern as she peered at me, her eyes filled with genuine worry.

Stammering, I tried to gather my thoughts in the wake of her surprise. "Y-yess... yes, Mrs. Blackwood, I am quite alright," I managed to reply, my voice unsteady as I bent down, scrambling to retrieve the fallen plate from the floor. Miraculously, it had landed unscathed, not a chip or crack to be found. I sighed in relief, my embarrassment still swirling around me like a fog. "You just startled me, that’s all," I added, hoping to dismiss my inner turmoil.

“What were you thinking about? You seemed so lost in your thoughts,” she prodded gently, her curiosity evident in the tilt of her head and the sly smile edging her lips.

I chuckled awkwardly, the heat rising to my cheeks like a sudden summer sun. "Nothing, really. It was nothing serious," I deflected, the words tasting like a lie on my tongue. The urge to spill my secrets was tempting, yet what I had conjured in my mind felt like a weight too heavy to share. I could hardly admit to Mrs. Blackwood that I had been wandering through the maze of my imagination, revisiting a dream that lacked any semblance of normalcy and was far too embarrassed to divulge. So instead, I kept my thoughts tucked away, buried beneath an awkward smile, hoping to shield myself from the probing questions that never seemed to fade away.

The older woman, with her kind, weathered face and gentle smile, nodded at me in a way that felt reassuring, her eyes sparkling with a blend of understanding and urgency. "Okay," she said softly, her voice warm yet insistent. "Annie, I really need your help up front. Sarah had a family emergency and had to leave in a hurry, and I’m in a tight spot here. I need someone to assist Joshua with the tables."

As the weight of her request settled on my shoulders, I felt my heart race, and my eyes widened in disbelief at what Mrs. Blackwood was proposing. The thought of stepping into the uncertain world of waitressing, a realm I knew little about, sent waves of anxiety coursing through me. My experience in this bustling bakery was limited to the creaks and groans of wooden chairs and the soothing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I doubted my ability to manage even the simplest tasks. My head buzzed with questions: What if I dropped a plate or mixed up someone’s order? There was a terrifying sixty percent chance that I would mess everything up, and the prospect of failure loomed like a dark cloud over my head.

"Mrs. Blackwood," I stammered, the words tumbling from my lips in a hurried attempt to remind her of my limitations. "I—I really don’t know anything about waitressing." I emphasized my hesitation, hoping she would see the truth in my words. Perhaps I could just clean the tables or wash some dishes instead; that was my comfort zone. I struggled with the thought of managing customers’ orders when I could barely read the menu, let alone understand the demands of the diners.

With a determined glint in her eye, Mrs. Blackwood reached out and grasped my hands tightly, the warmth of her touch grounding me. "Annie, listen to me," she said, her voice steady and encouraging. "It’s not that hard, I promise. We’re just short of hands today, and I truly need you. All you have to do is listen to what the customers want, and you can jot down their orders exactly as you hear them. It’s really much simpler than it sounds."

Her words felt like a lifeline, wrapped in kindness. "Please, Annie," she continued, her voice softening with a hint of desperation, "I know you can do this. I believe in you. Just give it a try." The sincerity in her gaze pierced through my self-doubt, igniting a flicker of courage within me. What if I really could manage it? With every moment I hesitated, I felt the weight of her expectation, pressing gently yet firmly against my resolve.

As I looked into her earnest eyes, something deep inside me shifted. Maybe it was the sheer urgency of the situation or perhaps the unyielding faith she had in me. I took a deep breath and nodded slowly, feeling a tentative strength begin to swell. "Okay," I finally said, my voice trembling slightly but holding a hint of newfound determination. "I’ll give it a shot."

Mrs Blackwood eyes sparkled with delight, as if I'd just announced a victory that only we understood. “Oh, great!” she exclaimed, like I had just agreed to embark on a grand adventure. Her enthusiasm was contagious, washing over me like a refreshing wave, even managing to alleviate a touch of the anxiety that had lingered in my chest just moments ago.

To my surprise, it turned out that the whole experience wasn't as daunting as I initially feared. Sure, there were a couple of shaky moments at the start that made my heart race and my hands a little unsteady, but as time went on, I began to find my rhythm and get the hang of things. With each passing minute, I felt more confident in my abilities. Throughout the shift, I couldn't help but wear a big smile on my face. It felt good to attend to customers, making sure they had everything they needed and ensuring their dining experience was delightful. Mrs. Blackwood was particularly generous with her compliments. She praised my efforts several times, her kind words filling me with an incredible sense of encouragement. Each time she mentioned how well I was doing, it felt like a little boost of energy, propelling me to do even better.

As I navigated through the tables, I discovered that I genuinely enjoyed being a waitress. The atmosphere was lively, and I thrived on the interactions with customers, whether it was sharing a laugh or assisting them with their orders. Overall, it turned out to be a fulfilling and enjoyable experience—far beyond my expectations!

As the day progressed, I noticed that the hustle and bustle of customers began to wane. Their lively chatter and the clinking of dishes gradually faded, leaving a quieter atmosphere in the bakery. Joshua could now handle all the remaining tables by himself, so I decided to go do what I had initially come to do—tackle the pile of dishes waiting to be washed in the back. Last week, Mrs. Blackwood had reassured me that I was welcome to drop by the bakery whenever I felt like it, which sparked my motivation to visit. I thought today would be a great day to take her up on that offer and see if she might have a little task for me and I was not disappointed.

I was deep in the midst of washing a towering pile of dishes in the kitchen of the bakery , my hands submerged in warm, soapy water. The clinking and clattering of plates and cutlery echoed around me as I scrubbed away, my mind wandering to the tasks that still lay ahead of me. Suddenly, the tranquility of my chore was shattered when Mrs. Blackwood burst through the door, her appearance strikingly disheveled and her face was a mix of concern and disbelief.

“Oh my god, something really bad just happened, Annie!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with urgency.

I turned, perplexed and a little worried. “What happened?” I asked, wiping my wet hands on a dish towel, my heart starting to race a little at the intensity of her expression.

“It's the queen!” she said breathlessly. “She’s just been in a car accident.”

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. “Oh my god, you mean Queen Helén?” I replied, my shock evident as my mind struggled to process the gravity of the news.

“Yes! It’s all over the news right now," she insisted, practically urging me to hurry up. "Come see!”

Without wasting another second, I quickly followed Mrs. Blackwood to the front, my heart pounding in my chest with every step. The television was mounted on the wall and the screen flickered to life, displaying a breaking news bulletin about the queen's accident. The anchorman’s serious demeanor was unmistakable as he reported on the details of the incident, describing how critical her condition was and how the nation was in shock. I stood there, glued to the spot, mind racing and thoughts swirling as the gravity of it all sank in. The safety of someone so revered felt precariously tangible, like a thread hanging by a delicate strand. Questions flooded my mind: What had happened? Would she be alright? The world felt a little off-kilter in that moment, and I couldn’t help but share in Mrs. Blackwood’s apprehension and disbelief.

Later on that day, as I made my way to the bus stop, I couldn't help but notice a profound shift in the atmosphere of the city surrounding me. It was as if a heavy cloud had settled over Galloway, thick with an unsettling mixture of worry and sorrow. The news of Queen Helén's tragic car accident had spread like wildfire, and it seemed that the weight of the moment had cast a shadow over the hearts of nearly all the citizens. Conversations were hushed, faces wore expressions of concern, and the usual hustle and bustle of city life had slowed down considerably. It felt as if the very spirit of Galloway had been shaken to its core by the uncertainty of the queen's condition.

As I trudged along the sidewalk, my thoughts were completely consumed by the gravity of the queen's plight. Images of bright parades and jubilant celebrations floated through my mind, memories of how she had uplifted the community filled with hope and pride. Perhaps it was the ever-present anxiety that clouded my mind, or perhaps the sheer emotional weight of the situation that caused me to become rather oblivious to my surroundings. In my distracted state, I was completely unaware of the fact that a car was barreling down the road behind me.

The bus stop was located across the street, and for reasons I couldn’t fully grasp, I found myself lost in my thoughts, my mind racing with worries, imagining the impact of such a loss on our nation. As I finally made the decision to step off the curb and cross the road, suddenly an unexpectedly loud honk pierced through the air, accompanied by the alarming sound of screeching tires. The jarring noise pulled me from my reverie, and in that instant, I turned around. My heart was racing, each beat echoing in my ears, as I caught sight of the car speeding toward me, its headlights glaring like the sun against the evening twilight.

Panic gripped me tightly, and I felt time slow down as my eyes widened in shock. It was as if my body had betrayed me; I simply froze in place, unable to move or think straight as the reality of the situation dawned on me. I could practically hear my heart thudding in my chest, an urgent reminder of how fleeting life could be. In that terrifying moment, I braced myself, but it was futile; the next thing I knew, I was enveloped in darkness, and there was nothing but silence, a stark contrast to the bustling world that had existed just moments before.