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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Weathergirl Pounded by the Storm Surge
Author: praetor3d
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This is from a commissioned animated novel by me, panels stripped of text and put into story text form just for here. The commission has specific kinks that I've omitted here, but hopefully this still feels like a continuous work. Enjoy!
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Weathergirl Pounded by the Storm Surge
Title of Chapter 1
Rachel drove south, the breezy humid wind whipping through her long wavy hair. As she navigated the curvy expanse of roads, the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over the countryside. The distant silhouette of a television tower, standing tall, was appopriately a welcoming sign.
This was it! Her nerves met with anticipation and fear. Anticipation for what lay ahead and fear of the unknown. She dreamt of what she could become.
Distracted by her thoughts, she paid no heed to the speed limit. Suddenly, a police car pulled up behind, flashing it's lights and blaring a unmistakeable chirp. Startled, Rachel pull over to the side of the dusty road.
As the officer approached her car, Rachel noticed in the side mirror how frumpy his uniform looked. It was clearly old and ill-fitting. The small Sheriff's department was underfunded and undermanned, just like the station she was about to join.
"Ok, let's not get a ticket on your first day...," she muttered, exhaling, slowly rolling down the window.
"Licence and registration," he said gruffly, his voice cutting through the quiet air.
Her slim hand presented the documents, while her face tried to look relaxed and composed. This wasn't her first traffic stop. She learned that charm was her ally.
His blue piercing eyes looked at her license photo and then glanced at the real thing sitting in the car. He couldn't help but check her out, like any old red blooded male would. Especially with her coyly brushing her hair back like that. But he mustered the self control to remind himself that he had cherished grand-nieces that were around Rachel's age.
"What brings you out here?"
"I'm starting a new job at the TV station next week."
"Oh? You a reporter?"
"Naw, I'm just the new weathergirl," she smiled at the officer old enough to be her grandpa.
"Oh! The weather's been so unpredictable of late, I reckon we needed one eventually."
"Well, I hope to help!"
"Yeah, the farmers are getting restless, they might come around to gettin' some guidance."
"Aww... you don't think they'll listen to me?," she grinned innocently.
"They'll need to get to know you first. How'd you get into weather reporting anyway?"
"I've always wanted to study meteorology ever since I was a little girl. I love the science of climate and it's so much fun to model and predict the weather," she said enthusiastically.
"Ok then! I think you'll be quite popular around here," he winked, "Let's get you off on a good start, I'm letting you off with a warning this time. The roads up ahead are just as uncertain as the weather!"
"Thank you, Officer!"
She waited, watching in the rearview mirror until the police cruiser U-turned, kicking up dust, and fading into the horizon. She breathed out her fake charm, and gingerly accelerated, resuming her long drive.
Town wasn't far away now. The sides of the road were transitioning from vast farmland into signs of artifacts of civilization. Fast food signs and buildings were becoming more frequent.
"Well, you're in the deep south now...," she exhaled to herself.
Where Rachel grew up, she'd only known large stately brick homes with three car garages. Nothing was too far away from shopping malls, restaurants. and movie theaters. Then the university had gleaming glass and steel lecture halls, and ivy covered facades.
Here, it felt like every other building was a church. She was shocked how well kept they were, all the way from the pristine manicured lawns to the tips of their steeples. This was in such stark contrast to the small homes that were generally dilapidated. The unlevel wraparound porches all had rocking chairs and flags in common.
And seeing these crosses was somewhat triggering. Rachel, crinkled her nose, recalling those boring times of sitting in Sunday school hours on end. Even as a young kid, the bible they issued her had such gruesome photorealistic depictions of crucifixion. Since then, she never liked those crucifix symbols, in fact she was flat out terrified by them.
She unconsciously gripped the wheel tighter every time she passed one of these religious billboards and crosses. And there were so many of them! Perhaps that was ultimately why she was driven to STEM classes and took a liking to science. She preferred that everything could be explained neatly though models and data.
The entire notion of an all-powerful, omnipresent being, was laughable, to her.
Rachel reminded herself that this was merely a pit stop to hopefully a long career. She'd stay here as short as she can, jumping ship to bigger and larger affiliates. Ultimately, she hoped to latch onto a metropolitan station, something far more urbane than what she was seeing here.
End of chapter 1
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The sad thing is, I could see it happen at this point.
