Wrong Place, Wrong Time: A Natalya Story
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
A man's chance encounter with a beautiful woman goes wrong. Very wrong.

Derek parked his battered old gray Kia Rio in the dirt lot at the trailhead.
No one else was there. It was still early on Saturday morning, but for now, he
had the place to himself. "Good," he said out loud. He had been hoping for
solitude on this hike on this isolated trail. Maybe things would finally start
going his way after all the grief of the past several months. He checked to
make sure his bottles of water and granola bars were in his backpack, then
locked the doors to the subcompact sedan and headed onto the trail.

As he hiked, Derek brooded over how his life had fallen apart so quickly,
seemingly out of nowhere. A little over a year ago, at a big party for his
35th birthday, everything had been so perfect. He had a successful career as a
software engineer, making $90,000 a year, a nice four-bedroom house in a quiet
neighborhood, and a brand new black BMW 5-Series. Most important of all, he
had his beautiful, athletic wife, Sophia, and their daughter, Madison. He
wouldn't have asked for anything more.

But it had all been taken away. It had probably started when Sophia, a public
relations expert, had received that big promotion at her job. Suddenly, she
was making more money than he was. And her attitude had changed quickly to go
along with it. She had always been competitive - she had been a star softball
player in college - but in a friendly way. But after that promotion, the
friendliness had disappeared and the competitiveness had intensified. She
began teasing him when they played catch at the park, mocking him for not
being able to throw as far as she could, and saying that eleven-year-old
Madison, already an excellent softball player in her own right as well as a
gymnast, could throw farther than him as well. Sophia had also upgraded her
car from the old Kia Rio to a brand new black Mercedes-Benz S-Class, rubbing
it in that her car was superior to his now too.

The most painful thing, however, was losing the emotional connection with his
daughter. No longer did he have those father-daughter outings with Maddie.
Sophia was determined to turn Madison into a carbon copy of herself -
aggressive, career-obesessed, ultra-competitive, and ferociously judgemental,
particularly against any man who didn't meet her ever-increasing standards. He
shook his head as he remembered that day when he had picked Maddie up from
gymnastics practice. She had tumbled up to him in a series of cartwheels and
back handsprings, then aggressively questioned him as to why he couldn't do
those moves when "Mom can, and guys are supposed to be better at it than
women." Losing the respect of his daughter...that burned him to the core.

The cheating and the subsequent divorce had been almost inevitable from that
point. Sophia had started fucking a guy from work, a 6'3" muscular stud named
Paolo that Derek had met a couple of times at office parties, who'd always had
an arrogant smirk on his face whenever he stood next to Derek's 5'8" frame.
The 5'9" Sophia, who'd never had a problem with Derek's height before her big
promotion, now seemed to have a huge problem with it. And of course Paolo's
salary was far larger than Derek's, and more than Sophia's as well, so she
could feel that he was "man enough" for her in yet another way.

In divorce court, Sophia, equipped with the better attorney and the fact that
she was a woman, had crushed him. She'd gotten the big house, full custody of
Madison, and both the Mercedes and the BMW - *HIS* BMW - leaving him with only
the ancient Kia Rio (which Sophia hadn't even bothered to sell, but left rusting away 
in a corner of the garage after she had bought the new Mercedes). On the final day 
of the proceedings, Derek had watched with tears in his eyes as Sophia, Madison, 
and Paolo embraced in a group hug, the perfect family, with himself excluded. That 
was the last time he'd ever seen his daughter.

But the shitstorm wasn't over yet. Bitter at losing his family, his house, his
car, and his dignity, Derek's performance at work had taken a nosedive, and
after making a mistake that allowed a hacker to steal several million dollars,
he was not only fired, but blacklisted in his entire industry, by his furious
boss. After a few months of unemployment, he'd managed to find a data entry
job that paid barely above minimum wage. Most of his coworkers were ten or
fifteen years younger than him, and they (especially the girls) whispered
about what a loser he must be if he was that old and still working this kind of 
shitty job.

To make matters worse, Sophia was squeezing him dry for child support. Though
he had managed to get it reduced after showing the judge his new, smaller pay
stubs, his ex-wife had seemingly become convinced that he was lying about his
new income, and her lawyer was constantly sending him threatening letters. The
combination of his low salary, the child support that he still had to pay, and
the surprisingly high rent for his studio apartment (everything cheaper was
located in crime-ridden neighborhoods) meant that he was now basically a
broke-ass loser. He remembered how one day he'd been ordering lunch off the
dollar menu at the McDonald's in the mall across from work when two of his
female coworkers, a pair of attractive twenty-something women, had seen him
and laughed at him while getting their expensive gourmet sandwiches from the
restaurant next door.

He just needed a break. Something to revitalize him and help him turn his life
around. Since he didn't have any paid sick days or vacation days from his new
shitty job, and wouldn't get any until he'd completed one full year of service
there, he'd driven out far into the wilderness on this Saturday for his hike.
Once he got his confidence and dignity back, then he could get a raise and
maybe even a promotion at work, and then use those to make him attractive
enough again to get a new woman. Then a new house, new car, new family, new
everything. If only he could achieve those goals, he could finally get back to
the happy way things had been...

Derek grunted with exertion as the trail entered a steep uphill phase. At
least it would be downhill on the way back. He looked down at his slightly 
protruding gut. He wasn't really fat, not yet, anyway, but he had definitely gained 
a lot of weight after the troubles had started with Sophia. He'd been eating a lot
more junk food to deal with his depression. Meanwhile, as he'd been gaining
fat, Sophia, who'd always been athletic but naturally slender, had been gaining 
muscle. She'd gone on a big workout kick after getting her raise, going from 130 
pounds to 145, all of the gain being solid muscle, while still retaining her femininity. 
Her biceps and forearms had become bigger than his, and when she'd been 
awarded his Rolex watch in the divorce, she had taunted him as she placed it on 
her now thick wrist, saying that she could wear a man's watch better than he could. 
He had always been attracted to strong, dominant alpha females. But there was a 
downside, as he had painfully discovered, when their strength was not tempered 
with compassion.

Derek paused for a break, drinking some water and eating one of his granola
bars. At least this long hike and this new health food should help him lose
some of that flab, he thought. He was just about to continue on when he heard
footsteps coming up on the trail behind him and turned to look.

It was a woman - an exceptionally beautiful woman, even prettier than Sophia.
The newcomer had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and an elegant, high-cheekboned,
model-like face. She wore tight black pants, black hiking boots, black gloves,
and a sleeveless white top with large buttons down the front. She wasn't that
big - maybe around 5'6" and 128 pounds - but she was clearly strong and
athletic. Her bare upper arms showed visible muscle tone even when she wasn't
flexing, without looking bulky or unfeminine. Her perky breasts looked like
34C's, and she had a slender wasp waist. With her youthful looks, she could
have passed for a college girl if she'd wanted to, but there was a worldly
gleam in her eyes that indicated she was probably in her thirties.

As she came closer, Derek could see that she was showing no signs of exertion
at all, even though she was moving much faster than he had been. He felt
jealousy flow through him at the thought of being physically outclassed by a
girl, and the feeling only grew stronger as he noticed her deep, healthy,
golden brown tan, looking quite dark next to her white top. He remembered how
Sophia, a tanned woman of Spanish and Italian heritage, had one day during the
divorce proceedings remarked on how she didn't like how his pale skin looked
next to her darker skin, and how the deeply tanned Paolo made such a better
looking companion for her.

As the blonde approached him, she gave him a dazzling smile. Derek felt his heart
flutter and his breath grow weak. "H...hi," he stammered.

"Hi," she responded, casually and easily. She continued past him on the trail.
As he watched her go, he admired the outline of her round, muscular,
dancer-type-looking ass that was on display right underneath her black
backpack. He thought about trying to walk with her, at least for a while, but
dismissed the idea. He didn't want to look like a creep, and at any rate she
was in so much better shape than he was that he would be gasping and wheezing
for breath trying to keep up with her, and he'd make himself look like a fool.
No, it would be better if he just went on alone for now and waited to talk to
her when she came back down on the trail. She would have to come back this
way. He could have some good lines ready for her, hopefully make her laugh.
Like he'd done with Sophia so many years ago, back when life had been good...

Shaking his head to clear the distracting thoughts from it, Derek continued
further up the trail. For a while, he could see the blonde woman moving ahead
of him, until her superior speed took her out of sight.

Two miles and three breaks later, the trail, which had been going through an
alternating pattern of flat stretches combined with steep uphills, finally
leveled off for good, skirting the edge of a beautiful mountain meadow with a
dense forest on the other side. It shouldn't be too much further to the end of
the trail now, Derek thought. Maybe half a mile...

The sound of footsteps came again, from ahead of him this time. His heart
began beating rapidly. That must be the hot blonde, on her way back down. Sure
enough, the woman appeared from around a bend. He took a deep breath as she
came closer.

"Hello again," he said as they reached one another. "Beautiful place, isn't it?"

"It certainly is," she replied, giving him that dazzling smile again.

"I'm Derek." He held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Derek. I'm Natalya." As she shook his hand, Derek couldn't
help noticing not only how strong her grip was, but how surprisingly thick her
forearms looked for a woman of her petite build. They might even have been
bigger than his, although it was hard to tell because she was wearing brown
leather bracelets on each arm that covered up the thinnest part of her wrists,
making them look thicker. Her forearm muscles certainly were far more
developed than his, he thought as he watched them ripple underneath her tanned
skin.

"Looks like we've got the whole trail to ourselves. So how did you hear about
this place?" Derek asked.

"Oh, I'm glad you asked. I'll get to that after you regain consciousness."

"Wha...What?!" He didn't have time for anything more, because at that moment,
with blinding speed, Natalya's leather-gloved fist smashed into his jaw. Derek's 
eyes crossed and he pitched down face forward, out cold before he hit the 
ground.

* * *

Derek opened his eyes. He saw grass, and tasted some in his mouth. Spitting it
out, he felt a terrible pain in his jaw. When he tried to reach for it, he
discovered that his hands were bound behind his back with tightly wrapped
metal wire. Groaning, he sat up slowly, looking around. He was sitting in the
middle of the meadow.

A faint noise came from his left. Turning, he saw Natalya there about ten
yards away, her back to him, working on something. His backpack was lying on
the ground near her, open, with all the contents strewn out on the grass. His
iPhone and wallet were in the pile as well. Next to them was her own backpack,
also wide open.

Derek could now see that Natalya seemed to be assembling some kind of
sophisticated-looking rifle. He trembled in fear as he wondered what was going
to happen to him. Who was this mysterious woman, and what did she want? Was
she an assassin for hire? A member of a drug ring? Just a plain old serial killer?

As he continued to watch her, noticing the expert and efficient manner in
which she constructed her weapon, he had another flashback to Sophia. After
she had gotten her big promotion, she had gone on a gun-buying spree,
purchasing several rifles, shotguns, and handguns. His ex-wife had gone to the
shooting range many times to practice.

One day, he had decided to tag along with her. Even though he knew nothing
about firearms, he had wanted to impress Sophia and look macho for her so she
wouldn't leave him. But instead, when she had handed him a rifle, the recoil
from the first shot he'd fired had knocked him flat on his ass. With everyone
at the range laughing at him, he'd had to watch in embarrassment as Sophia took 
the rifle back and expertly fired several rounds, cleanly drilling the target with
each shot, her feminine body absorbing the recoil with no trouble at all. His 
humiliation that day had been beyond epic.

Derek shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it. He had to focus on
what was important. He had to escape from this lovely but lethal woman,
whoever she was. Now was his only chance, while her back was turned. He stood
up as quietly as possible. If he could just make it to cover of the trees before she 
realized...

He began to run, slowly, his hands still tied behind his back. After about ten
yards, he glanced over his shoulder. To his horror, Natalya had turned around
and was staring back at him! Derek felt something warm run down his leg. He
had pissed himself.

She didn't raise her rifle. Nor did she begin running after him. Instead, the
sexy blonde dropped her weapon softly onto the grass, raised her toned arms in
the air, and went into a tumbling pass, starting with a cartwheel and then going 
into a series of back handsprings, directly towards him.

Derek began running again. But when he glanced behind him a few moments later,
the twenty-yard gap that had existed between them had decreased to ten! Icy
fear gripping him, he ran as fast as his legs would carry him, hearing the
steady, rhythmic thump of her gloved hands and booted feet alternately
impacting the grass behind him as she elegantly flick-flacked like a pro-gymnast, 
coming closer and closer.

The hot babe crashed into him with a final back handspring, knocking him down.
She stood on top of him dominantly. He was wriggling on the ground, squealing
and protesting. She put a stop to it by stomping hard on his face with her big
black boot.

"There, that's better," she said softly as he became quiet. She gracefully
backflipped off of him. "Now get up."

Groaning, Derek slowly struggled to his feet.

"Now walk ahead of me back to where the stuff is. Don't try anything stupid. You
just saw how I'm so fast that I can catch you just by doing back flips."

Nodding miserably, he obeyed. When they reached the backpacks, she motioned
for him to sit on a nearby rock. Then she picked up the rifle, made a few more
adjustments, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Who...who are you?" Derek stammered. "Some kind of professional assassin?"

She turned, blonde hair flowing behind her, and looked straight into his
frightened brown eyes with her piercing blue ones. She gave him that smile
again. That same dazzling smile she had shown him twice before. But this time,
instead of his heart fluttering, it pounded with fear.

"I suppose you could call me that. Although I prefer the term 'field agent'."
She laughed. "Sounds a little more sophisticated and ladylike. Yep, let's go
with 'field agent.' I came up here to practice for a hit."

She spoke those words so casually, Derek thought. As if she were a waitress
describing the daily special to a customer. How could such a beautiful and
feminine woman be so lethal?

"I chose this place for a reason," she continued. "Usually there's no one else
here. It was just bad luck that I ran into you today. And by bad luck, I mean
for you."

Derek swallowed hard. Running hadn't worked. Screaming wouldn't work. There
was no one else around for miles. Fighting certainly wouldn't work. Even if
his hands were untied, he figured that this lethal girl could kill him
effortlessly with her bare hands. In fact, she could probably kill him even if
her hands were tied and his were free. No, he had to somehow talk his way out
of this.

"Look," he began. "I don't know who you are. I don't know who you work for or
who you're trying to kill. And I don't care. Please, just let me go. You can
be long gone before I run into another soul. I swear I won't tell anyone about
you. Please, just let me go, I'm begging you!"

Natalya's beautiful face showed no emotion at all. "Do you know who would let
you go if they were in my place? A fool. And I ain't no fool."

Derek decided to try a new tactic. "I know people," he blustered. "I have
connections. If I go missing, you're going to have a whole crowd of very angry
people looking for me. And looking for you as well. But if you let me go, we
can just forget that this whole incident ever happened."

Natalya broke into loud laughter. "Seriously? Even a fool wouldn't fall for
that." She pointed to his open backpack and his things, including his wallet and 
iPhone, strewn about on the grass. "Why do you think I looked through your 
stuff? To learn about you. Much more effective and accurate than interrogation. 
I wanted to see if you were, by any remote chance, any threat to me. But of 
course you're not." She paused, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair back behind 
her head. "Too bad about that divorce. If you'd come up here with Sophia and 
little Maddie, I'd have waited until you'd all gone before starting my practice. I 
don't kill children."

"WHAT?! How do you know so much about my..."

"Oh, I knew all about you even before the first time you saw me. What do you 
think I did when I first got to the trailhead and saw your car parked there? I traced 
your license plate, then investigated you as soon as I had your name. I know 
everything I need to know about you. You make thirteen bucks an hour, you live 
alone in a shitty studio apartment, you have absolutely no connections to any 
people of consequence, and you have about as much leverage over me as that 
dead bunny rabbit across the meadow. Hell, I know things about you that you 
don't even know. Like how your supervisor wrote 'needs improvement' in your 
personnel file, and how he's going to share that with you during your next 
employee evaluation. Well, he would if you weren't going to be dead. Looks like 
you're not going to get the chance to improve. Sorry about that." She chuckled.

Derek had already gone through several of the psychological stages of people
who are facing death. Denial, when he had been hoping that Natalya would spare
him. Bargaining, when he had pleaded with her to let him go. Anger, when he
had blustered and threatened her. Now, the dominant emotion in his mind was
fear. Cold, icy fear. He sat on the rock, trembling, as Natalya turned away from 
him and began looking through some papers.

Derek was almost ready to reach the final psychological stage, but not quite.
He still felt the need to resist. So he said, "If you murder me, someone will
find my body, someday... There'll be an investigation... You'll get caught..."

Natalya didn't bother to turn around when she responded. "Do you mistake me
for some clumsy oaf who will bury you in a shallow grave right by the trail,
and then the corpse will be dug up by an animal, and then some hikers will
find it? I hope you don't think that because I'm blonde." She giggled. "I'm a
lot smarter than that. Hell, I even got rid of your car before I even started
along the trail." She then pointed across the meadow. "Over there among those
trees, far from the trail, there's a deep sinkhole filled with very dark,
murky water. Can't even see six inches down. You're going to go to the bottom,
weighted down by some heavy rocks."

Derek had no answer for that. The only noise that came from him was weeping.
Soft but agonized weeping. The sound of complete and utter despair and
hopelessness.

"Oh, be a man," she scolded him, still not bothering to turn around. "Don't
take it so personal. It's just business." She put the papers she had been reading 
back into her backpack.

The words echoed through his head. "Just business." He thought about her
business associates, people who knew who she was and what she did and still
stayed alive, protected by their business relationship. Then he thought about
other people who had interacted with her who didn't know what she did. He
thought about whatever store clerk had sold that backpack to her. He thought
about the waiter that had served her the last time she had eaten at a
restaurant. And he wondered what she was like in the bedroom - if she
considered any man good enough to have sex with her, that is.

And he thought, WHY ME?! Why should HE have to be the unlucky one who had run
into her in the wrong place, at the wrong time? Hadn't he suffered enough, what 
with the divorce and the firing and all that? Why did HE have to be the one marked 
for death?

Why couldn't he have been one of the lucky ones? He pictured himself and
Natalya meeting at a bar somewhere, he drowning his divorce sorrows in
multiple beers, she downing a few after a particularly emotional hit job left
her thinking about her station in life, the two of them striking up a conversation 
and slowly but surely bonding, and finally, the night ending with her taking him back 
to her bedroom and fucking him hard.

And if he couldn't get that, why couldn't he at least be one of the guys who'd had a 
brief but friendly chat with her as she'd gone about her daily activities? What had 
he done to deserve this? WHY HIM?!

"Because you're here, and no one else is," she said. "Call it bad luck, call it fate, 
call it whatever you want. Won't change what it is." In response to his puzzled 
expression, she added helpfully, "You said that last part out loud."

Natalya inserted a fully loaded magazine into her rifle and chambered a round.
As he watched her, Derek thought about how skilled and capable she was with
weapons. He thought about her incredible gymnastics skills, how she had done
all those ultra-quick back handsprings in a row to catch him effortlessly when
he had tried to run away. He thought about the thickness and muscularity of
her wrists and forearms, and how they looked as big as his even though she was
far more petite.

And as he thought about his fetishes and how Natalya seemingly hit all of them, 
he felt a hard-on begin to develop in his pants. This girl was so smoking hot, so
talented, so alluring, so *superior*, that his cock couldn't help but rise in tribute 
to her, even though she was going to murder him.

Slinging the rifle over her shoulder, she turned to face him at last. Noticing his
erection, she gave him her patented smile. All the air left Derek for a moment.

Natalya tumbled towards him with a blazing fast series of front handsprings
and one-arm cartwheels. Landing elegantly on her booted feet right in front of
him, she looked down at the helpless male. "I'm going to untie your hands now.
I want you to be able to run at full speed. Please don't try to attack me or
pull any other stupid stunt. It won't work, and if you try it I'm afraid I'll have to 
hurt you, badly, before finishing you. There's no need for you to spend your
last minute on earth in physical pain. So please be a good boy."

Derek nodded, submissively and obediently. He stayed perfectly still as the
blonde hottie untied his hands. As she unwrapped the wire, standing close
enough that he could smell the sweet, feminine scent of her perfume, his fear
melted away and a feeling of complete calm settled over him. He had reached
the final pyschological stage in people who are facing death. Acceptance.

Natalya unshouldered her rifle and flicked the safety off. "Go on," she said
softly. "Run along now."

Derek took one last look at the image of female dominance, power, and
sexuality, ready with her weapon. Then he turned and began running across the
meadow.

He smelled the fresh flowers and breathed in the clean mountain air. He looked
up at the blue sky and the puffy white clouds. And he smiled. He was free.
Free from Sophia and Paolo and all the baggage that was associated with them.
Free from his soul-crushing job and his obnoxious boss. Free from all the
miseries in this thing called life. He was free, and he was completely at peace.

Approximately 300 yards behind him, with the crosshairs of her scope centered
directly on the back of Derek's head, Natalya's leather-gloved finger squeezed
the trigger.

She watched as the body fell to the grass, made a notch on her rifle to join the 
many that were already there, and turned back to her backpack.

THE END

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