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Leaves rattled in the wind. Branches scraped ominously against the panes of glass above her bed. She shivered once and pulled the covers tighter around her neck, her gaze darting about the darkened room.
The street light cast weak patterns of dappled light across the floor and walls, the moving branches forcing shadows into a macabre dance. Kayla kept her gaze attuned to the movement, watching images form and dissolve over and over. It was a distraction. It kept her from thinking about the silence that followed each reverberating clap of thunder, and the semi darkness following each brilliant electrifying shaft of lightening.
And with the last flash from the sky, the world turned black.
Craning her neck to peek out the window, she saw only darkness. The last bolt of lightening must have taken the power with it. With nothing left to watch, Kayla closed her eyes and forced herself to think of something besides being alone in the house with unrelieved darkness, and the constant rustle of leaves and branches outside her window. As usual, forming a fantasy in her mind, she drifted off to sleep.
She felt it rather than saw it. Something cool flicking across her skin. The blankets had ridden down, exposing her naked breasts. Her nipples puckered and strained as if stroked with a silken touch. Straining, she tried to see through the stygian darkness. She could feel, but could not see, someone…something caressing her skin. Convinced she remained enveloped in her fantasy turned dream, she tucked her fingers beneath the headboard and released her imagination.
Images crowded in behind closed eyes as sensation invaded her senses. Warm fingers danced along her sides, something wet flicking across the swollen buds of her nipples, alternating, first one, and then the other.
Teeth closed around a throbbing nubbin and bit down. She moaned in pain, then pleasure as the nipple was pulled outward. Teeth scrapped along the sensitive skin in the nipple popped free. The experience shifted. She felt the alternate nipple captured, the sharp edges of teeth clamping down hard, pulling, raking the skin until that nipple too, popped free.
When her legs began to spread, she pressed them together and met with strong resistance. Someone…something forced them apart, exposing her vulnerability. Lightening illuminated the room. Kayla remained alone. She opened her mouth to scream, the realization that she no longer dreamed rampant in her thoughts, but no sound immerged. Pulling her hands from beneath the headboard, they moved only a few inches and stopped, restrained by an unexplainable force. She felt nothing on her face or around her wrists, but she could neither speak nor defend herself.
The presence, for she understood that something controlled her beyond her own fantasy, drew her knees up and spread them apart. She felt the essence of something settle between them. Fingers opened her, spreading the folds of her pussy. Somewhere in the confusion she felt the moisture between her thighs. Deep in her belly, the hunger ignited. Warm wetness speared into her, fanning the sparks into licking flames.
"No, no," her mind pleaded, but no sound escaped her.
Those same fingers that opened her to exploration now penetrated her, delving into her, pumping, twisting, opening. She couldn't count the number, but the fullness increased. Her body responded to silent entreaty, her hips rising to meet the gentle thrusting, her pussy accommodating the fullness. She felt a thumb caress her clit, then fold away and disappear into her pussy with fingers and palm.
She'd never been fisted, but the experience was not like she would have imagined. Where she expected pain, there was insistence, pressure, then settlement. Kayla fucked the hand that filled her, dominated her, her hips rising and falling to match the steady restricted thrust of the hand inside her.
Then it stilled, paused inside her as though the ghostly essence waited for her to calm, her body slowed, and stilled, and the fist flexed. Kayla arched hard. Knuckles brushed and offered pressure against a place she'd never known existed. She screamed behind the invisible gag, her body shuddering with wave after wave of pleasure as the fist twisted and pummeled the inner walls of her pussy. Her muscles clenched, meeting nothing, but the sensation of fullness intensified. Whatever nestled inside her body now found itself bathed in sweet hot honey as one orgasm followed another.
On the fringes of awareness, Kayla felt the fist gently withdraw and mourned the suddenly empty feeling that washed over her.
Something or someone lapped at her skin, a tongue sliding between her outer lips to capture the remainder of her climax. She felt soft pressure against the tight rosebud opening of her ass and tensed.
She'd never been taken there, had no desire to have it be so. But she couldn't deny even to herself that she had not been curious. Something wet and cold bathed her there, then pressure as one finger penetrated. She ground her ass against the bed and squirmed. Gentle insertion continued, as though testing her, and made her hunger for more. She gasped as the finger slid deep, then withdrew and vanished.
Her legs rose. She'd never felt additional weight shift the bed, yet someone, or something was between her legs, lifting them, higher, until even her hips rose slightly off the bed. Her knees bent, her lower legs suspended in the air. Fingers stroked her pussy, dipping in and out, pausing to tease her clit.
Without warning, her body was invaded once more, filled to capacity and beyond as what felt like a cock thrust into her. Kayla moaned deep in her throat and tightened her legs against the immovable force kneeling between them. Deeper and harder the presence thrust, driving her downward with each forward thrust. She strained against restraints she couldn't feel, and moaned around a gag she couldn't taste. Kayla panted as the wave blossomed and swelled in the pit of her belly, radiating outward, gathering momentum. With one final, deep thrust, her world exploded around her.
Stars ignited and exploded in the darkness behind her closed lids and she cried out behind the gag as another orgasm swept her along. Something warm bathed her inside out and trickled down her ass to pool on the bed beneath her.
Then warmth enveloped her. She could feel dampness smearing her chest. Her legs slid slowly back to the mattress, warm honey sliding across a hot rock.
Her hands were free.
The invisible gag...gone.
The warmth present moments before now missing. Her blankets were drawn over her, tucked gently about her shoulders. Something feather light brushed her cheek. The presence was fading; she could feel the balance in the room change.
"Wait," she cried out, finding her voice for the first time.
"Who are you?"
As the balance returned, the air charged with energy moments before softened and stilled, a soft whisper rippling through that stillness.