(F/f, bondage, doppelganger, home invasion, noncon, chairtied, black_girl)
GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING
Julia's alarm clock buzzes in that not so charming way. She shuts it off, with an irritated hand motion, like countless times before. She'd much rather smash it against the opposite wall, but her budget does not allow for a new clock for each day. If the state of her single-room apartment is any indication, it doesn't allow for many things. All the furniture is second or third hand and the electrical appliances barely functional.
But Julia is no stranger to hardships. She never had leftover cash to spend, and luxury was a strange word to her. A single-parent family is not the ideal factor for wealth. On top of that, her mother is most of the times too sick or weak to provide for herself, let alone help her daughter. She could scrape up some cash here and there, but things have gotten far worse recently. She has been without a job for the past 8 months, searching high and low, but without any luck. Her last gig as a cocktail waitress at a rather shady club, was gradually turning a little too "pimp-y" for her tastes. Without some stable income, the girl had to count her every penny, even a night-out beer with friends could throw her off her savings. Instant ramen had become her main source of sustenance.
But today, she has an interview at a telemarketing company. She has a feeling this will turn things around. Having experience on the service industry, these jobs just need confidence and charisma. And her looks certainly won't be an obstacle. Her voice is feminine, but also deep and warm. She has little worries. She'll be great!
The young, black girl, 25 years of age, throws the sheets off of her light-ebony toned body. Her beauty shines thanks to the sunrays coming through the drapes. Her white tank top embraces her curves perfectly, from her C-cup breasts to her slim waist. A pair of matching panties adores her round, full ass. There's a trend in the media for black girls to be very "bubbly" and "twerky" in their physique, but Julia is not one of those. Her behind is tight, her belly flat like a drum and hard like a rock, her youthful breasts are standing high and proud. She always liked working out, so it wasn't hard for her to keep that look up. It's a good thing exercise is still a free activity, or she might have had trouble there, too.
Her wavy, dark hair go down to her breasts, all tangled from her sleep. She gets a brush and still with half-asleep eyes, starts untangling them. She'll need to be ready in 30 minutes, or she's gonna miss the bus to her destination. And there's not a second chance for these things. The next one comes an hour later.
Dressed in the less torn pair of jeans she could find in her closet, and a long-sleeved blouse with the bottom button missing, the girl manages to catch the bus just in time. She has managed to put on some subtle make-up and lipstick, and her worn out sneakers are the best she can do at the moment. Her last pair of heels broke last week.
The bus ride lasts 35 minutes. In the big city, you better pace yourself with these things. In the crowded bus, there's barely room for a step, but Julia has one hand on the holder, the other on her phone, not seaming to bother much with all the noise, tightness and lack of deodorant around her. She glances occasionally outside the window, watching all sorts of expensive cars, or roaring motorcycles, pass by the rusty bus with ease. The passengers there look comfortable. For them, getting to your destination however and whenever you feel like is a given.
There is 10 minute walk from the bus stop to the office building. Julia's feet move quickly. She's not late, but she doesn't want to give anyone the right to tell her off. She wishes she had some heels to go with her outfit, it would make her outfit more professional. But heels cost money, and she first needs to earn some to spend some. In any case, she hopes it won't take away from her charm.
As the girl reaches the entrance, she sees a small group, walk down the stairs, disappointed. "What...what happened?", Julia asks a woman. "They already filled the positions", the woman informs her, frustrated. Julia is shocked, frozen in place. She didn't even get a chance. As the frowning group pass her left and right, Julia's eyes stay locked on the top floor of the 6-story building. She reaaaally needed that gig.
With her head hanging downwards, the girl makes her sad way back to the bus station. If she knew her morning would be such a pointless punch in the gut, she'd have stayed in bed.
The ride back is no different than the initial one. The dirty old bud is still crowded and noisy, only thing different is the opposite direction. Julia is looking blankly outside the big window. Her thoughts, drift from pessimistic ones, to negative ones, and then back. She has to make sure to avoid running into her landlord, cause she still owes him two rents, and that third one is fast approaching.
As the girl's mind goes through the usual scenarios of what has come to be known as "Rent Stealth", Julia spots a strange sight, through the bus window. It's a girl, a pretty girl, around her age. She moves with the air of a celebrity along the crowded sidewalk. Her look draws the eye with ease. A yellow tube dress, that perfectly hugs her waist, her chest and her rear, ending below her knees. It's made from the kind of expensive brand that Julia can only window-shop from. Her yellow dress is matched with a yellow, furry coat and a golden necklace around the woman's neck. Black stiletto heels are paired with her black handbag, completing the - obviously very meticulous - look. Her slender neck is accentuated by her hair, cut on the shorter side, and dyed a "bitch blonde" color.
Even though the stranger is wearing a pair of fashionable, mirror-styled sunglasses, Julia can't help but notice how eerily similar she looks to her. The bus has hit the brakes, as people are getting on and off the stop, so Julia can clearly see the woman, walking down the street, not further than 7-8 meters from her bus. She squints her eyes, and instinctively leans closer to the window. The resemblance is...uncanny. That woman looks JUST LIKE HER! Same height, body type, same facial features, same wavy black hair, same nose, same lips! It simply can't be! When the woman pulls down her shades, to check a pair of heels on a window, Julia sees her eyes are the same shape and have the same brown color as hers!
"O..Open the doors please!", the woman yells, stunned, as the bus doors have just closed in her face. The 50-something driver re-opens them, shaking his head at the youth's empty, cellphone-doodling, picture-taking heads.
Julia rushes out of the bus, trying not to lose sight of that mysterious woman. It's hard to lose her, with such an eye-popping dress. She is already about 10 meters away from the bus stop, her heels clicking the sidewalk with a steady, but lively pace.
Julia quickly blends in with the city-folk, roaming the busy streets. It's easy to get lost in these streams of people. She keeps her eyes locked on that yellow woman, following her not to far, not to close. She has no idea what she wants to do, yet. Until then, she'll keep a close on her. Her wealthy doppelganger, is holding a couple of shopping bags on one arm, both from equally classist stores as the one before. A small, black purse is dangling from her shoulder, with gold details on the zipper and handle. "This bitch is loaded", Julia thinks to herself.
The bus hadn't made much of its way back, so Julia still walks in the northern, rich part of town. If it wasn't for ironic, hipster kids, she'd definitely look out of place with that cheap, over worn outfit. The woman seems oblivious to her existence, making a turn at an intersection. Julia reaches that same corner, making sure to remain unnoticed, now that the crowd is thinning out. "Rent stealth, rent stealth", she reminded herself, in order to keep concentrated.
Now, they were almost alone, sharing the sidewalk. The woman in yellow suddenly turned her head sideways! Julia instinctively raised her phone up and shoved her head over it, in a silly attempt to hide in plain sight. Had the woman realized she was being followed??? People usually have that almost supernatural ability of knowing when something's wrong, when someone's after them. But Julia "stealthy" move wasn't necessary. The woman turned to face forwards again, and continued her route. Julia exhaled a deep sigh. That was close.
After about 25 minutes of tracing the woman's steps, carefully as to avoid any unwanted confrontation, the yellow-dressed, posh, young lady reached a huge, three story building. It was her home. Every house in the area had its own driveway and garage, never mind the comfortable green gardens. This was the rich section of downtown. Julia could not even imagine living in the neighborhood.
The mysterious clone of hers entered through the short door of the short, milky white, wooden fence, which surrounded her perfectly mowed lawn, then moved across the small, stone-covered pathway to her front-door. Julia observed from behind a parked Mercedes. The woman took out her keys and entered the house. "No bell-ringing", Julia noticed. This woman might be living on her own. But she couldn't be sure, yet. The woman disappeared inside her home, leaving her identical double pondering her actions.
Julia remained kneeling behind the car, facing the asphalt with a blank stare, her mind racing. She could just turn back, go home and forget this whole thing. Maybe she was over-reacting, and this woman was just a rich look-alike she came across...
NO! There had to be something else behind all this, she told herself! All the similarities, they were too great, too specific to ignore. Even the women's hair were done the same way, even though the rich girl looked like she definitely used better hair products. There had to be an answer to all this. And Julia was determined to find it.
Moving stealthily around the mansion, Julia didn't need to wait long to spot an entrance point. The garage door of her doppelganger’s garage wasn't completely vertical, sitting in an 80 degree angle. Someone must have paused it before it could fully close. Julia easily hopped over the 1.5 meter wooden fence, and snuck her way towards the low opening. Her heart was racing sooooo fast, her eyes shifting left and right for any witnesses. There were none, the neighborhood was dead quiet, a huge contrast to the downtown's havoc that Julia started her journey at.
The young woman had to fall completely flat on the floor, but she slithered inside the garage. Her jeans needed a wash, anyway. She spotted two shining clean cars, a large BMW, and a sporty Porsche. "What is this place?", Julia couldn't help but wonder, as she tippy-toed towards the door leading to the rest of the house. She couldn't have guessed it that morning, but at the moment, it was a good thing she had no heels on.
The black girl turned the handle as slowly as humanly possible. She opened it just enough to create the slightest crack to peep through. A single pair of footsteps could be heard from an unknown direction. There didn't seem to be any other inhabitants in this house. Julia then spotted her "imposter" pass through her narrow field of vision, tossing her heels and bags on the floor and throwing her coat hastily on her leather couch's back. The woman let out a content sigh, with a smile. She was completely unaware of an intruder's presence.
Julia's mind was racing, as she stepped back inside the garage to avoid detection. She has soooo many questions. But how can she simply barge in and start asking. She has already illegally trespassed into this person's home. Wouldn't this identical stranger have the same burning questions she has right now? the thought crossed Julia's mind. But the young girl didn't have time to dwell on that. From the moment she saw this woman, she had this deep, carnal aversion towards her. Hatred even. Why? She couldn't tell. But she felt very threatened, by this person's mere existence. As if her own individuality, her identity, had been put into question. She might not have been aware of it, but Julia was experiencing severe stress, throughout this sudden adventure.
With Julia's eyes running all around the tidy garage, they finally stopped on a small pile of two-by-fours, probably leftovers from the rich woman's cute wooden fence. Mechanically, almost in auto-pilot, she reached over there and grabbed one.
The oblivious occupant of this huge, luxuriously decorated home, is in the kitchen, making herself some coffee. She looks at the bright sky and the tall trees surrounding her field of view, through the large window of her kitchen. This is going to be a good day, she thinks to herself. A faint, unidentified sound, coming from behind her, causes her to turn towards its direction. She never gets to see what was the source of the sound though, as a sudden, hard thud to the back of her head, knocks her out unconscious, and she falls to the floor.
The first thing the woman felt, after the abrupt darkness she drifted into, was a sharp pain on the back of the head. It was a little bloody, on the part the two-by-four made contact, but not an emergency. The second thing was a sense of immobility, something obstructing, forbidding her movement. She was sitting on a chair in the middle of the living room. On one of her very own, finely varnished, leather seated, dining chairs.
As her eyes flattered open, her vision still a little blurry, she realized she's bound on the chair with rope. Her hands were forced behind the back of the chair, tied at the wrists, with that same rope passing underneath the seat and tied on one of the front legs. Lots of coils went around her waist, pinning it against the chair's back. Finally, a couple of good wraps of rope kept her ankles pinned against each of the front legs of the chair.
Julia had never bind a person before, so she made up for her lack of technique, with extra knots and an unrelenting pull on the ropes. She didn't want taking any chances of her victim escaping. The woman's blood circulation could be addressed later.
What was particularly noteworthy in her newfound state is that the woman was missing most of her clothing. Only her bordeaux colored panties and bra had been left on. Her yellow dress was laying on the floor, a few feet away from her. "MMMmmggggghhh", the woman tried to complain, only to be informed of the presence of something blocking her words, something stuffed in her mouth. Its texture feels wet, chewy. It was one of the Wettex sponges Julia found on her sink. The thing was kept in its place by a silk scarf of hers, tightly tied between the woman's full lips and behind her head with a fat knot. For how delicate of a material the gag is made of, its use seemed nothing like that. Only function was important.
The woman laid eyes on her assailant, and an even greater shock awaited her when she witnessed that she looked identical to her! The young woman, dressed in worn out, cheap jeans and a basic blouse, looked panicky, pacing back and forth a few feet away from her. In her trembling hands, were the attacked woman's driver's license, along with everything else she found in her wallet. Above the date of birth, which was different by about two years to hers, the name on the driver's license read:
NAME: JARRETT,
SONJA
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT!?!", Julia turned to ask the woman, shaking her I.D card at her, as soon as she noticed that she had gotten her senses back. "Hmmmgggfff!", the woman moaned loudly, slowly growing as anxious as Julia with the peculiar sight of her very own clone. "No....stop this shit, don't play games with me!!!", Julia yelled. She looked clearly desperate, and not in control of the situation. "Plllll..llmmmmmfffff", the girl named Sonja tried to earn her right to speak, albeit incoherently.
Julia looked at the fear in the semi-nude woman's eyes for a few seconds. She knew that she eventually had to hear her out. "Is anyone else here?", she asked, calmer after a huge sigh. The girl shook her head. "Will anyone come by anytime soon?...and DON'T fucking lie to me", Julia tried to be as imposing as her nerves allowed her. The girl shook her head once more. She was dead silent now, both from fear as well as an attempt at earning her captor's trust.
Sonja was not lying, either. Her husband, a 36 year old, ship-owner of immeasurable wealth, was on an extensive business trip to the Arab Emirates. He wouldn't be back for two weeks. The only person who could ruin their private one-on-one was the cleaning lady, but she wouldn't drop by until Saturday morning.
"Don't make as much as a hiss...", Julia warned her, pocketing the stranger's I.D card into her jeans, and producing a switch-blade knife. She always had it handy. You can never be too safe in the big city. Sonja had both her pretty, wide eyes, fixed on the blade, as Julia slowly, carefully, moved it close to her slim, beautiful neck, inches from her carotid, and pulled down the scarf/gag, letting her spit out the saliva-soaked bundle that was the sponge-cloth.
"Please...i don't know what's happening. I'm as shocked as you are!", the girl implored her captor to believe her, with the most sincere, pleading look. "BULLSHIT!", Julia hated that answer. It didn't help her solve this riddle at all. "I'm not lying...just please...untie me and we can discuss this like adults...why did you have to undress me?" Sonja asked in the middle of her speech. "Oh, i'll show you why...", Julia replied, pissed off that she was getting nowhere. In front of the chair-bound woman, she unbuttoned her jeans, then pulled them down, to show a small bean-shaped birthmark, on the inside of her upper, left thigh. It had a lighter color than the rest of her moderately dark complexion.
"Oh my god...that's the same birthmark...", Sonja was lost for words. "I know...", said a fuming Julia, already in angry disbelief from the moment she stripped the girl. Every stretch-mark, every mole, every bump and shape and color...everything was the same on their bodies. Their hair was a different color and hairstyle, but these were outsider's influences. They were both equally wavy in their shape. Their voices also sounded like a copy, a fact that both women noticed right away.
"There must be an explanation...", Sonja tried to collect her thoughts...with her arms and feet still tethered to the chair.
For the next two hours, the women exchanged a brief summary of each other's life, sharing anything that could prove vital in unraveling this mystery. The possibility of identical twins was debunked after some time, as was any notion of a sci-fi-like cloning scenario. As much as the two wanted to attribute their eerie likeness to pure coincidence, they couldn't possibly accept that. In the end, both were at a dead end.
Throughout their long "chat", Sonja would periodically ask for Julia to untie her, but the girl refused every single time. Until she decided on a course of action, she had told herself she'd keep the doppelganger safely restrained.
The sun had set, but Sonja was still right where she awoke, or rather, where Julia had put her. Both women looked exhausted, both mentally and physically. The tall ceilings of the mansion had no sound to bounce back. Until a ringtone broke the silence. It was Sonja's cellphone. Started, Julia grabbed the phone, shifting her eyes between the screen, which flashed the name "Chrissie" and her bound copycat, who had perked right up.
Julia rushed over to the tied up Sonja, and standing right behind her, smothered the woman's mouth with the other hand. "Hmmmmfff, nnnnnn", the woman struggled in place, with nowhere to go, as Julia tapped the little green button on the screen. "Hey giiiiiiiirl, where you at? Are we gonna party tonight or what?", a very cheery, gum-chewing girl could be heard from the other end of the line. It sounded like she was already drinking and having fun somewhere, with a crowd audible in the background.
"Hi...", Julia replied hesitantly, her voice having the exact same tone and timbre as Chrissie’s BFF. She simultaneously kept her hand over Sonja's mouth, keeping her from calling for help. She kept the bound woman's head from twisting away by pinning it against her belly. That way, Sonja had little to no leeway to get out of her grasp. "I'm not really in the mood tonight. I think i'll just stay home", Julia informed the woman. She now had propped the phone between her ear and her shoulder, in order to use both hands to better put out any of Sonja's screams for help. One hand kept her mouth shut, while the other pinched her nose tightly. No air, meant no sound, but the faintest hum. Sonja was writhing like a beast in a cage, trying to scream, as well as stomp the chair on the floor, but her friend was none the wiser of her peril.
"Booooo, haha, ok buzzkill, catch you later...", Chrissie hang up the phone before Julia could reply anything back. The girl let out a sigh of relief. That could have gone very badly.
After hand-feeding her captive a sandwich she made from stuff she found in the fridge, Julia checked the woman's ropes. Her hands looked ok, nothing bruised or pale, even though the girl complained about her uncomfortable position and soreness. Julia was disturbed with herself, realizing that she didn't care much about this stranger's comfort, nor did she felt much remorse for what she had done to her. She always thought of herself as a nice person. She was generally polite, kind and thoughtful to the people around her. Maybe too much, sometimes, for her own good. But now, she wasn't feeling apologetic. She was on a mission. A quest for the truth, if you will. She still didn't really trust this rich broad, no matter how wimpy she appeared.
Despite that, come bedtime, Julia was sympathetic enough to cover the half-naked, "chair-ridden" woman, with a blanket, keeping it wrapped around her with a couple of clothespins. Much to Sonja's muffled protests, Julia also gagged her again with the scarf, returning the same sponge-cloth to its warm, moist home for the night.
As for Julia, she slept in the woman's King-size bed. It was warm like a lover's embrace, and soft like a cloud. Still, Julia was too tense to sleep much. She felt like her life was on a cross-road, and all these different paths were flying by her eyes. And none of them seem right. What had she done? Invade a person's home and keep them hostage! Had she lost her mind? How would she get out of this?
More importantly, how would she be able to co-exist with this person? This imposter. That's how Julia saw this woman. Otherwise, it might mean that the imposter was actually her...
It was almost 3 A.M, when finally, her exhaustion allowed her to drift off.