Paige-ing Rachel Ch. 01: After the Game

"Shut up! This is happening, you can't stop it!" Paige growled. Her thrusting slowed slightly and instead she focused on longer, more agonizing thrusts that went deeper.

Amidst the searing, stinging pain, Rachel started to feel another dull sensation as well. It started as a muddled painful stretching sensation but there was something else behind it. She couldn't bring herself to admit it but deep down Rachel knew on some level that the sensation she got with each slow thrust was starting to turn into a sickly pleasurable one.

Rachel's initial resistance began to wane under the relentless pressure, her body betraying her mind as it responded to the invasive motions. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat that beaded on her brow. The locker room's cold air contrasted sharply with the heat that Paige was generating within her, but Rachel couldn't focus on anything other than the confusing sensations that were engulfing her.

"Find a place inside you that can handle this," Paige instructed, her voice low and steady amidst Rachel's gasping breaths. "I know it's there, I know a badass soccer captain like you has had worse pain and endured it better than this."

Her command held an eerie calmness that made Rachel shiver. Worse was how confusing the backhand compliment she'd given had been.

Rachel tried to anchor herself to that thought, to the resilience she had displayed on the field time and again. But the comparison seemed so out of place in this context, where her athletic endurance was being twisted into a tool for Paige's manipulation. The rawness of the encounter stripped her of the familiar comfort of sportsmanship and fair play, leaving her vulnerable and exposed in a way she had never anticipated.

And yet, as Paige's grip on her tightened and the rhythm became a part of her consciousness, Rachel couldn't deny the growing flame inside her. It was a sensation that she couldn't put into words, a mixture of pleasure and pain that was becoming increasingly hard to ignore amidst everything else.

Sensing the slight shift in Rachel's reactions, Paige leaned down again, pressing herself against the girl with the full weight of her body. She worked her hand over the girl's hip and around to the front, where she was able to feel the warmth and hint of wetness that confirmed the girl's conflicted arousal.

"There you go Rachel." She cooed cruelly into Rachel's ear. "Here, let's make this good for you too."

She bit the girl's earlobe and shifted their bodies slightly so that center of the girl's spread legs now pressed against the padded edge of the table directly. Paige thrusted again and watched Rachel's reaction grow stronger. Rachel's pussy lips now pressed and rubbed directly against the table as Paige pushed her into it.

"That's it Fourteen. Rub against it, enjoy yourself." Paige said with a grin. She could do it, she thought. She could make this girl cum by fucking her in the ass like this. Paige posited as she continued her long, deep thrusts, that forcing an orgasm from the girl in this way would do wonders for Rachel's sense of self and make her malleable and vulnerable to even more of Paige's manipulations. Paige was determined to see just how far she could take this now.

Rachel's breath hitched in her throat, her athletic discipline crumbling under the relentless assault of sensation that Paige orchestrated with devilish precision. The sting of the bites to her earlobe punctuated the rhythm of her invasion, a metronome to the chaos unraveling within. Rachel's mind was a whirlwind of conflict, her innate desire for control at war with the new, darker pleasures Paige was causing her body to feel.

Rachel's senses amplified each whisper of fabric, each bead of sweat that slipped down her skin. The ambient echoes of the locker room were now overridden by the cacophony of their breaths and the soft, wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh. In this profound tangle of physicality, Rachel's world narrowed to the here and now, to Paige's commanding presence and the undeniable responses of her own body.

Gone was the disciplined athlete who visualized every play on the field, replaced by a young woman teetering on the edge of succumbing to something primal and raw and very, very wrong. The pain was still there, a sharp reminder of the reality of her situation, but it was becoming entwined with a burgeoning pleasure that threatened to overshadow everything she had known.

"Let it happen, Rachel. Don't fight me." Paige whispered, her voice a toxic mix of encouragement and dominance. "Just let go, you'll see it's not so bad."

Rachel's breaths became ragged and uneven, a testament to the turmoil within her. Her pussy openly rubbing against the soft padding of the table while her ass was pounded. The conflict that raged inside her was all-encompassing -- a desire for the familiar comfort of her disciplined life clashing with the undeniable pleasure building inside of her.

A guttural moan escaped Rachel's lips, a sound so foreign to her own ears it might have belonged to someone else. Paige was relentless, pushing and pulling at Rachel's boundaries with every thrust. She could feel the rival team captain's body starting to tense up as she was pushed towards the inevitable climax Paige was determined to force out of her.

Rachel's body betrayed her, responding with an intensity that she couldn't comprehend as unwanted. Paige felt the tension building in Rachel's frame, the involuntary shivers and clenched muscles signaling an impending surrender to the sensations that she masterfully elicited. Her blue eyes sparkled with a predatory glee as she registered the girl was seconds away.

Paige leaned in closer, her hot breath tinged with triumph cascading over Rachel's neck. "You can't deny it, can you? Feel it, Rachel, let it wash over you."

Rachel's resistance crumbled as the tension coiled in her taut belly began to unfurl, spreading through her limbs like wildfire. The world narrowed to a single point of pleasure for an agonizing instant and then exploded in a stinging pleasure that rippled through her entire being.

Rachel gasped, then moaned, then sobbed in quick succession. Her body writhed involuntarily against the onslaught of pleasure and pain mixed into a heady cocktail by Paige's unyielding dominance.

The aftermath was a chaotic silence, punctuated by the heavy breaths escaping Rachel's lips. As if awakening from a trance, she felt Paige withdraw slowly, leaving her vulnerable and exposed, sprawled helplessly on the bench. She felt air on the inside of her ass hole for the first time as it slowly closed itself. The echoes of her climax reverberated within her, leaving her to grapple with the raw reality of what had just occurred.

Rachel's fingers trembled as she tried to push herself upright, her limbs leaden and uncooperative. She avoided Paige's gaze, a flush of shame coloring her cheeks. The confusion swirling in her mind was palpable -- What had just happened? Why hadn't she stopped it? What did this MEAN? That last question was the one that lingered the most as she gingerly stood all the way up with both feet on the floor.

She turned slowly, unable to bring herself to make eye contact with the woman who just violated her. When she finally looked up from the floor, hugging herself, she saw Paige standing there, holding the dripping dildo in her hand triumphantly. Oddly, the first thing that drew Rachel's gaze were the pale, round and thick thighs that were now bare to the room from when Paige had put on the strap on. They had felt so intensely firm and smooth slapping against the back of Rachel's own, and now Rachel could see they were indeed that powerful looking.

Finally she made eye contact with Paige and opened her mouth to speak, but Paige beat her to it.

"You really need a shower, Fourteen." Stated Paige in a tone that made it clear this was not up for debate.

Rachel still couldn't bring herself to say anything as her body and mind tried to process what had just happened. Still totally bottomless and only wearing one shoe, Rachel was guided by Paige's now gentle but firm hands over to the shower area.

She hugged herself as Paige turned on the shower in the nearest stall and looked at the girl expectantly.

Steam filled the air, beads of condensation forming on the tiled walls. Rachel looked from her violator to the shower and was at a loss how to proceed.

"Look Rachel, I know that was a lot and I promise we'll talk about it after," Paige began in a conciliatory, almost matronly tone that betrayed the total violation she'd just visited upon the younger woman. "But you stink and I'm sure you're feeling gross, so showering it all off is your next best step. Undress please."

This was not a request either, and Rachel's impending full nudity was not even a consideration apparently. It made a sort of sense after what Paige had just done, but being totally naked in front of Paige still felt like another line Rachel didn't want to cross.

As her mind reeled, Rachel's hands instinctively moved to the bottom of her sweat-soaked and muddy uniform top. She only had a dark blue sports bra beneath it.

Paige watched, her eyes fixed on Rachel's every motion, noticing the slight hesitation before she pulled the fabric over her head, revealing the sports bra that clung to her skin. The soft outline of nipples pressed against the dark material now visible, a detail that didn't escape Paige's appreciation. Rachel's hands trembled as she reached behind her back, fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra.

"Need help?" Paige's voice was syrupy sweet, dripping with feigned concern, but it was a taunt, another layer of control cloaked in the guise of assistance.

Rachel shook her head stubbornly, though her defiance was fraying. She looked away and turned her back to the older woman.

"Might as well." she muttered, eyes on the tile floor, wishing she was literally anywhere else.

Paige's presence loomed behind her as Rachel unhooked her bra, the cool air of the locker room kissing her bare skin. A shudder ran down her spine, not entirely due to the chill. She felt Paige's gaze burning into her even without making eye contact, a sensation that was becoming disturbingly familiar.

The sports bra dropped to the floor with a soft thump, and Rachel crossed her arms over her chest, a feeble attempt at preserving what little dignity she felt she had left. Paige's shadow moved; she could hear the soft padding of her footsteps on the tiled floor as she approached.

"You don't have to hide from me," Paige murmured, and Rachel could feel the heat of her breath against the nape of her neck. "After what we've been through already."

At that Rachel shivered. She was still struggling to understand this woman and what she was doing to her. She was alluding to what she'd just done as if it was some shared intimate experience and not the extreme violation it had been.

Rachel looked up and with her hands still covering her chest, as if to preserve some part of herself from being seen by the predatory older woman, turned to face Paige.

She took a breath and opened her mouth to speak, to tell this crazy bitch off, but again Paige was ahead of her. She put a finger to the young woman's chest and pushed her backwards into the stream coming out of the shower head.

"Shower first, then we talk." Page stated plainly.

Water cascaded over Rachel's skin, a stark contrast to the commanding touch that had pushed her into its stream. Paige's finger had left an imprint, a reminder of who was in control, and now the water tried to cleanse more than just the physical remnants of their encounter.

Realizing the modesty ship had sailed at this point, Rachel's hands were no longer guarding her chest, but instead reached up to let the water rush over her face and through her hair. She could feel Paige's eyes on her still, scrutinizing every move she made. A deep sense of vulnerability gnawed at Rachel's core; she was exposed under more than just the harsh locker room lighting.

As the hot water worked its way over her aching muscles, Rachel couldn't help but close her eyes, trying to block out Paige's penetrating gaze. It was futile; her eyelids proved to be thin barriers against the reality outside. The woman was watching her, looking over her whole body as the water streamed over it. She'd already violated her in the most intimate way Rachel could have imagined and now she was drinking in the athletic girl's curves in a way very few had been privileged to.

"Here, let me help you," Paige said softly, stepping into the steaming stall just beyond the reach of the shower's torrent. She took a gentle hold of Rachel's hips, guiding her as she turned to face her. The older woman's voice was reassuring, yet commanding. Looking down at the now dripping-wet soccer captain before her, Paige could see that the whiplash treatment strategy was having the desired effect.

"Thanks," Rachel muttered in spite of herself, blushing as she felt Paige's hands running over her body again. She noted how much softer and less intrusive Paige's touch seemed now.

Certainly the way Paige was treating Rachel made her feel like she shouldn't treat what had just happened, or the fact that she was now naked and being washed by this woman as a big deal. Rachel tried to think herself away from this line of thought as she felt Paige's hands continue to move on her slick skin. She did not like being this confused or uncertain. She was used to being sure, in control and confident. Now she felt like none of that.

"Relax," Paige whispered, sensing the tension in Rachel's muscles. "I know how to make it better."

For the same reasons Rachel couldn't grasp, she relaxed and nodded, acquiescing to Paige's offer.

As Paige tenderly cleaned her backside, Rachel couldn't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude towards her for taking care of her, even if it was Paige who had put her in this vulnerable position in the first place. Paige tenderly washed and squeezed Rachel's sore cheeks in a way that was so markedly different than how it had been on the table, Rachel was already starting to wonder if she'd somehow misunderstood what had happened there.

Rachel let out a soft gasp as she felt Paige probe at her raw ass hole. This time the touch came with a soothing cooling sensation as Paige rubbed a healing lotion there.

"This'll help Rachel, just trust me."

What choice did Rachel have but to trust this eccentric woman at this point? Mentally exhausted, Rachel acquiesced further, surrendering to the care that Paige administered with a skill that belied her ominous aura. The cooling balm brought some relief, a much needed respite from the physical aftershocks of their earlier encounter. The pain subsided under Paige's ministrations, and Rachel found herself swaying slightly, caught in a tender trap between pleasure and trepidation.

The water's rhythmic sound provided a veil of normalcy, but the reality was that Rachel's world had tilted on its axis. She stood before the woman who had been the first person to ever put anything up her ass, wet, vulnerable, and totally at her mercy. The intimate care Paige was giving her seemed to blur the lines even further.

There was something hypnotic about the way Paige seemed to know exactly how to alleviate the ache in her muscles, how to ease the sting of her wounds both physical and psychological. Rachel's breath hitched when Paige's fingers trailed along the tender skin of her inner thigh, careful not to press too hard, yet firm enough to remind Rachel of who was in control. It was a silent assertion of dominance, one Rachel was becoming acutely aware of with every passing second.

"Why are you doing this?" Rachel finally found the courage to ask the cleaning session was winding down.

Paige's lips curled into a sinister grin, unseen by the sodden girl who had her back to her once more. The real reason was totally self serving of course. She wanted to take the girl who'd ruined the victory for her beloved team down a peg, and then had seen an opportunity to see just how deep she could get her "claws" into such a headstrong yet clearly impressionable young girl who would never see her coming. She had to admit she was surprised she'd been able to take it this far. For a woman like Paige though, that just meant she would push it further, to see just what limit she could bring this girl to.

"Oh Rachel, I'm simply helping you. You seemed like you could use a hand, and I'm always willing to lend one." Paige responded, gently pulling the girl's shoulder so she faced her again. Paige's tone was soft, almost caring, but the undercurrent of control was unmistakable. "Answer me this, though, didn't the tension in your glutes get released?"

The question seemed ridiculous, but Paige was smiling genuinely as she reached behind Rachel to gently cup one of her shapely ass cheeks again. Rachel gulped. She couldn't deny that they DID feel a lot less tense and tight than before.

"You, you didn't really stick that thing in there to help with my post-game muscles, come on." Rachel retorted. She was desperate for some feeling of authority over the situation, even just an acknowledgment that her feelings about it weren't wrong.

"Ha, no I suppose it was not strictly for medical purposes." Paige said, the triumphant grin remaining on her sharp face. "But, it did serve a purpose, didn't it? It made you feel something you've never felt before."

Rachel felt her cheeks redden, the mix of humiliation and reluctant arousal making her dizzy. "It's not right...what you did," Rachel managed to stutter out, but even as she said it, her voice lacked conviction.

Seeming to ignore the statement, Paige leaned past Rachel and turned off the water. She then stood back to take in the dripping wet senior.

"Who gets to say whether it was right or wrong? Hmm? Who's the adult who isn't trespassing?" Paige asked, the huskiness in her voice turning into more of a threatening hiss.

"I'm an adult. I'm 18." Stammered Rachel as her eyes widened. Paige could see goosebumps starting to break out over the girl's still dripping wet body. Her nipples had gone hard from the cold and Paige watched with delight as a droplet of water dripped off of the left one that was fully erect.

"An adult technically, not THE adult." Paige corrected.

Rachel's heart thudded in her chest, the power dynamic between them stretching taut like a string ready to snap. Paige's proximity and unyielding gaze did nothing to ease the tension, nor did Rachel's nudity. Rachel couldn't escape the sinking realization that this woman had an agenda well beyond casual assistance. She was caught in a web, and every instinct screamed at her to find a way out.

"But, I don't want..." Rachel's protest was weak, her voice faltering as she searched Paige's expression for any sign of mercy.

"What you want isn't what we're talking about right now, Fourteen. It's about what you NEED." Paige said, guiding Rachel by the shoulder from the shower stall into the open area of the locker room towards the changing area with mirrors on the walls. "And right now what you need, is a towel."

Paige grabbed a folded up towel from a nearby stack and quickly shook it open as she approached Rachel's wet body.

As Paige gently patted her dry, Rachel couldn't help but feel exposed again, both physically and emotionally. What was odd was that she found herself looking up at this increasingly strange and entitled woman and was suddenly desperate that Paige be the one to cover, warm and comfort her. She'd gotten her into this position quite literally after all.

Paige's hands moved with precision, the towel gracing Rachel's skin in sweeping motions that absorbed the water droplets clinging to her. Rachel's breath hitched, every stroke reminding her of their uneven power play. Paige was in control, even in this ostensibly nurturing act, and Rachel found herself caught between indignation and a growing, unwilling dependency on Paige's touch.