She struggled out of her sleep sweating profusely even though her air condition worked,her legs folded to her chest she still heard the voices in her head or was it in her head,she felt a presence but she was certain she was alone in her house but really was she ???she sat still waiting ..dawn broke, the whispering conversations completely unintelligible, interrupted only when she invited someone over she promised herself she was going to attend a church,maybe a deliverance programme but still she badly wanted to understand what was going on despite her fears.
So She stopped inviting people over. She put off going to a church
She wanted so badly to understand what the voices were saying, she had tried talking to them, pleading with them, yelling at them, screaming at them, nothing helped, nothing mattered. The whispers continued,was she going mad she probably was or maybe it was nightmares but they felt so real.
The touches came later. By this point she had gotten used to the voices, though she was sure at one point that they were talking about her. She had just fallen asleep when something woke her. At first she wasn’t sure what it was, she glanced around the room, lit only by the lamp on her bedside table, and was greeted by nothing, in the background the whispers continued as they always did now. Then she felt it, the cold clammy touch of the grave, the slithering sensation of ice cold fingers trailing up her leg. They stopped when she screamed, which did nothing but cause her upstairs neighbors to pound on the floor again. But as time went on she got used to the touches as well. There was a pattern to them. She noticed that on nights where she was going to be touched the whispers would reach a disturbing crescendo as she fell asleep, as though they were trying to warn her about what was coming. The touches never came when she was awake, they always waited until her exhaustion had claimed her.
Then it happened
She wasn’t sure at first what had woken her, the whispers had reached a level she had never heard before and she had resigned herself to another night of bone chilling touches.
She struggled her way to consciousness, confused that the darkness didn’t lift the way it always did when she opened her eyes. She realized with a spike of terror that the lamp on her bed was out, and the whispers had stopped.
Her room was in total silence, and in the chilly dry harmattan air, untouched by her heaters warmth, she heard the sound of another person breathing. She reached for the lamp by her bed but her fingers grasped only air. The cold clammy flesh of the hand she knew so well closed around her throat and she gasped in surprise. The cry that had been on her lips was choked into silence. She could see the outline of another person but she could do nothing, her mind to shocked to even resist his touch. She saw him lean over and gripped herself for the worst, only to feel the brush of another’s lips against hers.
She lay in bed, paralyzed, as his other hand slipped down, ripping her covers off her bed and leaving her naked body exposed to the bone chilling air of her bedroom. Her nipples reacted first, standing erect and proud on her chest as a wave of goosebumps spread across her body. She had long ago started sleeping nude, since the touches were always on her skin no matter how much she wore, and she wished now that she had worn something to bed, her body laid out and exposed in the darkness. She felt his free hand slide down to grasp her breast, playing and teasing the already erect nipple to ever greater heights. She shuddered at his touch and felt her body start to react to the stimulation, it had been a long time since anyone had touched her this way and she hadn’t realized how eager her body would be to have it again.
She tried to moan, but his hand still choked any response from her to silence. She could see nothing but the vague outline of a male figure standing above her in the darkness. The hand that was fondling her breast lifted, disappearing back into the darkness. For a moment nothing happened, then she felt something all to familiar press against the lips of her pussy. His cock was so much bigger than her boyfriend’s had been, dwarfing his pallid member, and it stretched out the walls of her pussy as it forced its way inside of her. The penetration complete the ghostly hand returned to her breast, using it now as leverage. His cock slammed against her and she managed to choke out a moan, the hand lifting from her throat and the sweet chill air flooded into her oxygen deprived lungs. She could feel the gentle pressure against her throat, as though a warning about what would happen if she resisted. She found now that she did not want to resist, her body had reacted to the presence of a cock inside of her and she was desperate for more. She spread her legs, inviting the presence deeper inside of her willing pussy. Her body shook and convulsed as she had the first orgasm she had experienced in months.
All of a sudden the presence above her vanished, dispersing into the air like the smoke of a midnight cigarette. She was left confused and aroused, her pussy aching for the presence of his cock again. She was only left waiting a moment as strong hands took her and flipped her over. She let out a surprised cry as he materialized beneath her and his hand immediately clamped over her mouth, silencing her before she had the chance to do much more than ghasp.
His cock trust again inside of her, filling her cunt with his spectral flesh. She felt her breasts press against his chest but even as close as they were she could see nothing but darkness beneath her. One hand still covering her mouth his other grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her against him. Instead of resisting she pushed back against his cock as it rose to meet her aching cunt. The sounds of passion filled the room as he fucked her and she moaned into his hand. The bed shook and rocked, striking a staccato rhythm against the wall to the pace of their passion. She exploded again spraying her sheets as she came, her orgasm taking the breath from her lungs and the strength from her legs. He never slowed a beat when she came, his cock continuing to thrust up into her. Until he vanished again. This time she was ready for it and she caught herself as she sank into the bed where he had been a moment before. She looked wildly around the room, both terrified that he would appear and desperate that he do so. She had never been fucked like this before. So rough and passionate like wild animals.
She felt the bed sink in behind her as he rematerialized and she froze in position. Again his strong hands lifted her up off the bed this time lifting her onto all fours. One large, heavily muscled arm slipped around her neck as his cock slipped back inside of her wet desperate hole. She moaned loudly, grateful at the return of the throbbing member as it split her lips again. His pace was hurried and rough, with a sense of urgency to it. She could sense without being told that he was nearing his orgasm. He assaulted her pussy, slamming his cock into her from behind, each thrust forcing her hips down towards the mattress as they absorbed the force of his thrust before springing back up to meet his next. She felt him shudder and he pulled her body tight against his. She could feel his cock twitching and pulsing as though it were pumping her pussy full of cum, but nothing came out. She gasped and collapsed onto the bed as he released her, consciousness fading.
She woke with the first light of dawn, and glanced around her room. She was covered in her comforter and her lamp shone dimly in the morning light as though it had never been gone. As she glanced around her room everything looked to be in order.
Almost she wrote it off as a dream, until she moved and the dull ache radiated from her pussy, the kind of pain that comes only from hard use, and she knew that the night before had really happened. What she wasn’t sure of was if it would ever happen again.she slid into a long gown and made for her door,she had to see a pastor