Ghostly
Domination
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.
"Gusssssssssss."
