Under The Upper Hand
Chapter One: Preparation
Written by Drunk Go Fish
"No matter what we breed, we're still made of greed."
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You shuffled through your apartment, the early sunrise peeking through the curtains attached to your windows. It illuminated the room in a warm glow and disintegrated any cold air flowing through the room created from winter's harsh winds. You were usually slow in the morning, after all, you're not a morning person and probably never be.
Your apartment isn't the fanciest, neither is it the most expensive; and it certainly isn't the most confortable, either. It's what you could afford at the time and you don't have the money to buy a new one, at least, not until you get a new job. Money was always a problem for you and you did your best to survive in this hard economy.
Working as a substitute at a middle school is not a good job, no matter what you thought before. Obnoxious and disrespectful pre-teens are the worst kind of children there is. You could barely teach without some student calling out or interrupting you, making sarcastic remarks or just plain-out being a nuisance. You hated it.
Georgia wasn't the best state to live, but it's better than some. Living in Atlanta wasn't peaches and cream, either. Your parents wanted to get away from Pennsylvania when you were nine years old, and moved away to this lovely shit-hole. You used to live in the suburbs, but... Anyway, when you turned eighteen, you bought this apartment and started substituting.
Three years after you and your parents moved here, your sister was born. Unlike other little sisters, she was polite and kind, helping people in any way she could. She also looked up to you as a role-model, and you didn't disappoint, teaching her everything you know. By the time you moved out, she was six years old. It's been twelve years and four months.
You were going to turn thirty-one in three months, making your birthday November eleventh. You were born in two-thousand and fourteen. It is August second, two thousand and forty-four. You haven't heard much from your sister for two years and it worries you, but you know if she was in real trouble, she would contact you.
Her boyfriend is pretty cool for one, too. When you heard about him, you were worried that he was abusive and was going to beat your sister, but you were wrong. He treats her like a princess and you very much appreciate it. He was also really polite and nice to you when they visit you. Hopefully, they engage each other, they're perfect for each other.
You never... Actually, no, you did have a girlfriend. She was a bitch and fucked every guy she saw. Of course, you were too naive at the time to notice and you didn't discover it until you caught her and some other guy fucking in your room, no less on your bed. She tried to come up with an excuse, but you didn't want to hear it. You dumped her soon after.
You weren't very social, to say. Usually, you just stayed in your bedroom and browsed the internet for porn or some fail compilations. Sometimes both at the same time. Your parents pushed for you to make friends, but most kids you talked to were selfish and douche bags, so you gave up. Right now is no better, with you having no friends and no kids or anything.
You sighed as you entered your average kitchen. It was eggshell white and light yellow, and was packed with a refrigerator, a counter and sink hybrid, and some cabinets. The floor was a checker-like pattern and was stained after you, many times, dropped food and drinks on the ground. Usually, cleaning it up was hard as fuck.
You pulled out a box of Corn Pops and some milk, and poured the cereal and milk in simultaneously. You dropped a spoon in there and walked out. You entered your living room, with a small TV in the middle with a couch and coffee table between it. Sunshine entered the room and your reflection in the television was dark. You sat down and a knock emanated from the door.
"Bitch gonna' get smacked for separating me from my Corn Pops..." You muttered to yourself as you placed your bowl down and walked over to your door. You glanced through the peep-hole and saw a mail-man and thought it's probably just Sunday morning paper. You were wrong. You opened the door and the mailman pulled out a small brown box.
"Uh, package for-"
"I know what my name is." You said as he handed you your package. He smiled sheepishly and you said your thanks. You closed your door and walked back to your couch. You thought through the options it Cole be and finally decided to open it. You gripped one end and ripped off the wrapping, revealing a small cardboard box.
It had your name, address and state on the top of one side and you pried it open with your hands. Inside was a letter. You grimaced. Taking the letter out, you throw the box to the side. Once again, the letter had your name, address, and state on it, but it was plastered on a stamp instead. Ripping open the envelope, you unfold the letter and begin reading.
Dear, Mr. Via
We need you again for another field trip, as Mr. Johnson very ill with a serious fever spreading around. If you agree, you'll be substituting an eighth grade class going to the Island Of The Dolls. I should warn you that the island is rumored to be very haunted and you should be wary. Hopefully, you can shed some light on this place for the sake of the students. Anyway, I will see you tomorrow for the field trip at eight o' clock.
Sincerely, Mrs. Dreg.
You sighed, knowing you didn't feel like substituting tomorrow. You set the letter down and resumed eating your cereal, remembering that it's tomorrow and not today. You munched quietly on your cereal as you though about your destination. The Island Of The Dolls? Isn't that all the way down in Mexico? You decided to research a little on it before tomorrow.
Finishing your cereal, you make your way over to your computer located in the corner. After searching for it on Google, you read about it for a couple hours. Apparently, some little girl drowned in a river near the island and washed up on the island's shore. It's said she haunts the island and possesses the dolls that are hung up there. Creepy. Doesn't seem very safe for children.
You closed the browser and walked back to your bedroom, grabbing some shoes. Slipping them on, you grab your car keys and exited your apartment, locking the door behind you. As you walked through the hallway towards the elevator, you pondered over the things you discovered about the island. The more you think about it, the more it seems unsafe.
You arrived at the elevator and pressed for the first floor. Maybe you're just over-thinking about this. If it was too dangerous, they wouldn't issue a field trip there. All you know is that the ride there will be long and annoying, you might have to pack Tylenol for a headache. The children just scream and scream, and shout and shout, it's terrible.
The elevator arrived and the doors opened, revealing a man with a trench coat and a fedora, completely shielding his eyes. Oh, boy. You took your place at his side and the elevator doors closed shut. As the elevator descended to the first floor, you heard inaudible whispering emanating from the man beside you and you desperately wanted to escape the small elevator.
The whispering stopped and was replaced by silence. A few seconds later, the lights in the elevator shut off, leaving it in complete darkness. At this point in time, you were hyperventilating and fearing for your life. You gripped the railings that are in the elevator and hoped for the best. Eventually, the lights turned back on and the man was gone.
You sighed in relief, continuing on with the rest of your day. The elevator arrived at the first floor and you eagerly ran outside of it, confusing the local people. You slowed down to a fast walk and made it to your car. Unlocking it, you stepped inside and closed the door. You placed your keys into the ignition and started the engine. You adjusted the mirror.
And saw the same man from before. You froze and couldn't move, your mind wouldn't allow it. You stars there as the man stared at you from the mirror. You looked behind you and he was gone, leaving you alone in your car. Maybe you were just tired? Yeah, that's it. You backed up and drove away from the apartment complex and towards the nearest Wawa.
You stopped at a red light and reclined back into your seat, closing your eyes. A few seconds later, you open your eyes and the light turns green, letting you continue on. "Let go. Let go. Let go. Let go. Let go. Let go. Let go. Let go. Let go! Let go! Let go! LET GO!" You glanced behind you and saw nothing and turned your head back. Your eyes widened and a car slammed into yours.
The windshield shattered, sending shards of glass straight at you. One pierce your shoulder, while another pierced your cheek. The rest flew to the ground. Blood gushed from your cheek and shoulder as people rushed by you and the person who struck you. Soon enough, police and an ambulance arrived at the scene, helping you and the opposite person out of your destroyed cars.
"Just. Let. Go." You stumbled a bit as you were pulled out of the car and two paramedics carried you over to the ambulance truck. The other person was worse looking. His face was scratched to hell and a piece of glass was lodged in his left eyeball. He was being loaded into the ambulance as nearby people were being questioned.
"Just let go. You can't win." A faint ringing sound in your ears picked up in sound and it made your ears throb in your hands as you clenched them, hoping it would stop. After a few minutes of loud ringing, it stopped and didn't return. Instead, there was a conversation that didn't make sense, at all. It's almost as if it was from the past or future.
"I can't deny it, Chilly. It's definitely weird and it won't make much sense to some of the other doctors, but we'll manage the best we can. Besides, weirder things have happened in this hospital. We'll just deal with it as time goes on." You looked around at the people that's around you and nobody was having this conversation. You're going insane.
After thirty minutes of the paramedics healing you, they let you go and told you to go home. You obliged them. You walked home, hearing more bizarre conversations and not understanding them. You could connect some of them, but it's still fuzzy. This all began after you had that encounter with the man in the trench coat. He did this.
You arrived at your apartment and unlocked it, letting yourself inside. What you saw was something you didn't expect. Standing there was that same man in the trench coat and had a gun in his hands. And it was pointed at you. You stood there, unmoving and still, waiting for the man's chosen action. You and him both stood there until he decided to speak.
"Nothing matters. Nothing matters. Nothing matters. Remember those words, the same ones you muttered six years ago. How about... Let go? These are words you uttered some time ago and you didn't know the consequences that came with saying them. These words are what caused me to come in your life and are words that will change your life forever."
"Tomorrow, when you go to the Island of the Dolls, you will drown and awaken in a world very different from this world. You will be used and you will suffer. Alot. But, when you persevere through all of this and more, come find me. If you don't, you will die a slow and painful death. A lesson is to be learned and hopefully... It's the right one. I anticipate your arrival... Ruins."
And with that, blindness overcame you for a moment and when vision returned to you, he was gone. This man was not to be underestimated, you thought to yourself. You heeded his warning and prepared for tomorrow. You locked your door and climbed into your bed, hoping to forget the day's troubles. You looked over to your clock and it read one o' clock PM. A short nap won't hurt...
You open your eyes slowly, your power nap successfully rejuvenating your body. You looked over at your alarm clock and it read five o' clock. Almost time for dinner. You sigh as you hop up, ignoring the sharp pain in your shoulder from earlier today. You shuffle through your apartment, much like it was early in the morning.
As you are about to enter your kitchen, a knock emanates from your door. You change your direction and head towards your door. Arriving at the door, you don't bother looking through the peep-hole and just answer it. Standing in front of your door is a girl with a small skirt and business shirt. She had rose colored hair that flowed freely and she had a clipboard in hand.
"Are you mister Via?" She asked you.
"The one and only. Please, come in." You say, stepping aside so she can enter your apartment. She does a little scan and takes a seat on your couch. You follow and plop on the couch. She quickly writes something on her clipboard and turns to you.
"You know, normal people would offer a guest something."
"Well, I'm not a normal person. So, you want to tell me why you're here?"
"I'm here on the behalf of a Mrs. Via. She reports you've been experiencing horrific hallucinations?"
There's no way. Your sister's been gone and unresponsive for a few years and how does she know about your day? Was she spying on you? Nobody knows of your condition. You answer her back after mulling over your thoughts.
"Yeah, they've been plaguing me for a couple years.". Just play along. You glanced behind the woman and spotted the mysterious man in the trench coat and he placed a finger against his lips, implying you to not say anything. You nod and return to the present.
"Can you tell me what these hallucinations are?"
"Yeah, sure. I've been seeing random dark clouds floating around and flying demonic wolves. It sounds stupid, but, yeah that's it." You improvised, hoping she would buy it.
"Uh-huh. Well, I'll pass this onto your sister. Oh, how rude of me. My name is Debra. And you are?"
You gave her the fake name you gave everyone. "My name is Star."
"Well, thanks for your time. I'll see myself out." She bowed and left you alone. You sighed and slumped back, staring outside of your window and just wanted the day to end. You completely forgot that you were going to cool dinner and you jumped back up, entering your kitchen. Microwaving Hot Pockets was really one of the only things you knew how to cook.
You ate your dinner and decided to spend the rest of the day watching TV and that's exactly what you did. You watched whatever came on and switching to SyFy, there was an episode of Ghost Adventures and you decided to watch it to discover more about the island. All it managed to do was creep you out and make you not want to go there even more.
You finished it and it was late, so you decided to end the day and prepare for tomorrow. You climbed into bed and set your alarm clock for four o' clock. You wrapped yourself in a blanket to shield yourself from the chilly cold air and you started nodding off to sleep. Your eyelids grew heavy and you let sleep's sweet embrace you...
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You sat in the back of the school bus, the sound of screaming pre-teens filling your ears. You wished you brought some ear muffs, but sadly you didn't. You thought about what the man in the trench coat said, that you were going to die and wake up in a different world. You believed it, that man had supernatural powers and you did not want to piss him off.
You glanced out the window to your left, seeing cars passing your bus and stopping at various stores and gas stations. You still wonder why they picked a location out of the country for a field trip, it eluded you. You looked over all of the students in the bus, and turned your head. In the back is where the teachers reside, so basically where you sitting right now.
There's one question on your mind: What if you didn't get called for the field trip. What the mysterious man not appear and not ruin your life? Him and this island you're going to are connected or it's some kind of portal to this other world he mentioned. If what he sees is true, than you're about to suffer alot. You slowly gained a headache from the thought of it.
You were nearing the border to Mexico and you couldn't care less. How could you, with what's going to happen. You're going to die and suffer! Alright, you need to calm down and take a deep breath. You inhaled and exhaled, letting winter's cold air flow through your lungs. You wish you could just go back tomorrow and not open the door to the mailman. But, you can't reverse time.
Soon enough, you passed the checkpoint and now considered inside of Mexico. You pulled out a soda can and popped it open, taking a single sip and then slipped it back into your backpack, currently occupying the rest of the stuff you brought. The soda can didn't spill because you had a cap over top of it. They can invent that, but not ways to make gas cheaper.
You leaned back and played on your phone, checking your Twitter feed and various other sources of news in the world. The students chatted amongst their peers, most of their conversations containing curse words and you grew used to it. Kids were like that, no point in correcting them, as they'll just do it anyway. They never learn, no matter what.
After hours of driving, you arrived at a boat dock. There was boat docked and it was a single ferry. You sighed and started to stand up, grabbing your backpack and the rest of your belongings. The kids filed out, walking out onto the grass after sitting down for many, many hours. You noticed there was also a small canoe docked right next to the ferry.
You exited the school bus and a man with a small fishing hat walked up to you. "I'm going to guess you're the only teacher here?" You pointed to the bus and he saw a man walking out. He wore a pair of raggedy jeans and a plain T-shirt. He walked towards you and the man. "Okay, which one wants to scout the island with me?" You nodded and followed the man towards the canoe.
"What kind of stuff is on this island, anyway?"
"Just dolls. Thousands of them. Besides that, it's barren and abandoned."
You remained silent and stepped onto the canoe, the man close behind you. He grabbed the two paddles and started stroking. You didn't want to seem lazy, so you grabbed the extra set and copied what he did. The both of you remained silent and paddled towards the island. As you paddled onwards, it grew foggy and dark. The man remained silent.
You turned around and soon enough, the bus and children weren't visible. You turned around and the man was gone, leaving you alone on the canoe. Your blood ran cold and your breath caught in your throat. You paddled onwards, hoping to reach the island. The closer you grew to the island, inaudible whispers started flowing through the air.
You saw a patch of land and landed short after. You looked around and could barely see anything three feet ahead of you. You arrived at a small cabin and glanced around, making sure nobody was near you. Without hesitation, you entered the cabin. Inside, there was several shelves, filled with books and other objects. There was a single bed and a dining table not too far away from it.
You walked over to the table and looked down on it. Laying on it was a pile of books and papers, all scattered and incomprehensible, except for one letter engraved into the table. Wait. You threw the books off the table and sure enough, there was two words engraved into the wood of the table. You read it over and over again until it hit you. It said:
Get out.
You backed up out of the cabin and made a break for the canoe. You jumped into it and started paddling like your life depended on it. After a couple minutes of paddling, you felt safe. Except, you weren't. You felt vibration under your boat and it shook the boat, until five long tentacles protuded out of the water. You gasped and tried to hop out of the boat. No success.
One of the tentacles wrapped around your right arm, rendering it useless. You tried swinging your arm around, but the tentacles wouldn't budge. Another one took hold of your other arm, your legs the only limb not trapped. Two more grabbed your legs and lifted you into the air, and over the boat. They slowly started descending, into the water.
Your legs passed through the murky, dark water, then your arms, then your head. Water filled your nose and mouth, overflowing your lungs. Soon enough, you couldn't breathe. Bubbles left your mouth as your started to drown, as the tentacles dragged you even closer to the center of the earth. Black entered into your eyes at the corners of your vision.
Your lungs stung as you struggled to escape the tentacles. It grew darker and you couldn't see. You closed your eyes, but they still burned from the long exposure to the water. You couldn't hold on anymore. You let your last breathe pass through your lips as unconsciousness gripped you. One last bubble floated out of your mouth as the tentacles dragged tour sleeping body to your new home...
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Your eyes slowly opened as feeling returned to your body. Yet, it didn't feel right. Also, you couldn't see. Wrapped around your head was a blindfold, along with the extra weight on your forehead. You tried moving your fingers, but they didn't move. Nor could you feel them. You instead tried to move your arms, but they were tied up. Your body felt wrong. Very wrong.
Your ears swiveled, and you felt it. They felt furry and long, you could also hear alot more crisper and sharper. You opened your mouth, which also felt wrong. Instead of your mouth being flat against your face, your mouth, er it felt like a muzzle, stuck out. Your teeth felt flat, like they were chewing vegetables and fruit. That could only mean one thing.
You're a horse. Or, at least, a smaller one.
But, why a horse? The mysterious man said a different world, so does that mean that this one is inhabited by horses. You put that aside and focused on the present. You budged the bonding a bit and your grazed the ground your currently tied up on. It felt like wood. So, that means either a boat or a cabin. You heard water splashing, so that means boat.
You heard whistling and turned your head around to figure out where it's coming from. Then you figured out it's in front of you. The whistling stopped and was replaced by a soft, and sexy voice. "Are you awake, honey? I'm growing impatient, for my treat." You don't if you could trust this chick. What if she wants to rape you? You decided to answer her, as for right now, she holds your fate.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm awake."
You heard two hooves clap together and a squee. "Oh, how delightful! Just service me, and I'll let you go!" Wait, what? Before you could say anything, a gag was forced into your mouth, cutting off whatever you wanted to say. She was raping you! You tried moving, but a cold feeling enveloped your body. It felt almost like cold water being dumped on you, but it was unlimited.
"Just a little trick to get you ready." A feeling passed through what you assumed was your crotch and you felt a rising feeling in your crotch. Soon enough, your newly acquired stallionhood was hard and erect. A drip of pre-cum drizzled out of your penis and slid down your shaft. You shivered at the feeling and you wanted to be out of this situation. Does this crazy lady know that this is beastality!
The chick moaned, warming herself up as she masturbated in front of her. Her hoof circled over her marehood, her juice used to lubricate her stallionhood that she was going to use to penetrate you. But, you didn't know that. Her dick stood tall and proud, a drop of shame dripping onto your belly. She continued to rub herself out, her juices used to slather her rock hard shaft.
"I think I'm ready for the real fun." She said, as she stood up, towering over you. She aligned up stallionhood against your tail hole and you whimpered against your gag. Her marehood gushed juices out and ran down her ass onto her balls. Without hesitation, she pushed into your asshole. You screamed into the gag, her cock tearing your tail hole apart.
She moaned as she grew into the size of your rectum. After it grew comfortable, she pulled out until just the tip was inside, then she pushed in again. You screamed slash moaned into the gag, your shaft's hardness growing uncomfortable. She pulled out again and then slammed back in again, then started to repeat that over and over again.
She moaned as she pounded you against your will, her shaft making you feel full. Her balls slapped against your as she fucked you senseless. Her marehood gushed juices out constantly, wetting her balls. She pounded you as you felt pressure build up in your groin. The pressure was replaced by pleasure as you came, thick ropes of stallion spunk shooting onto your belly and chest.
She moaned as she pounded you one last time before she pulled out. You thought she was done but she walked over to you and moaned. She screamed in pleasure, hot seed painting your mane white. You shivered as she moaned. She fell back and sighed dreamily, before slowly drifting off to sleep. You didn't have that luxury. You shivered and shook.
You were raped. You were raped. You were raped. Raped. Raped. R-Raped. You felt tears streaming down your cheeks as you sobbed. You curled up into a ball to the best of your abilities as you were tied up. Despite the situation, you started to nod off. You closed your eyes behind the blindfold and drifted off to sleep, the world's troubles gone until tomorrow...
