Hey guys, sorry it's been so long, just been busy with life. Trying to get back into the swing of things, email me if you have any ideas. This is just a little work, I was going to put it in mind control but it wasn't exactly mind control, a little bit more non consent. More of a nicer story, nothing too rough, but tons of Anal so if that's not your thing don't say I didn't warn you. As always, it's a work of fiction, and it does have elements of non consent to it so if that upsets you, well, you're clearly in the wrong section. Enjoy!
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Honestly, I didn't ever really believe in the paranormal stuff, I mean ghosts and aliens, sure, whatever. People believe in them or they don't, and I kinda thought it was something you either experienced for yourself or you had to take with a grain of salt. Not a big deal, right? Not my concern, you know?
So that's why this all seems so strange writing down, it was all so surreal living it that I almost couldn't believe it at the time. But whatever, and believe me or don't, I don't really care. This is just a story, and that's all it should be. It doesn't matter if you think it actually happened, that really doesn't matter one bit.
It all started my senior year of high school. I was 18, as was almost everybody in my class, and we were almost two months from graduation, working on finals and end of year projects. Most kids in my class had already been accepted into good colleges, so things were fairly relaxed.
I myself wasn't ever the greatest scholar, and the product of four years of dicking around with buddies and sleeping my way through the high school's B list of easy chicks meant my options were limited for college, so it would be off to the Air Force for me, I wanted something lax and far away from battle, or at least high above it. It wouldn't be long before I found out military life was anything but lax, but that's really another story.
So anyways, I'm walking through the halls when I see Alina Winters, one of the hottest chicks in school. And I don't mean hot-slut hot, I mean genuinely beautiful, with this golden glow always around her. Eighteen but a couple months younger than me, she had a thin waist, a huge ass, perky pear sized tits and the most beautiful, milky skin. She was small but not too small, 5'4" or something, with curly, auburn hair that was consistently unkempt and ignored, yet somehow ravishing. She was reserved, compassionate and sweet, and while I'd always wanted to see what was under her much too conservative attire, she was by far the most devout, bible thumping, Christ loving high schooler in the entire Bible Belt.
She was at their meetings, she always went to church, I mean, our families went to the same church, but she was ALWAYS at church, even the early one and Wednesday night. She was active in the teen youth group, whereas I'd drop in every now and again if I was bored enough. Never cared for religion, wouldn't call myself an atheist, just, you know, skeptic and unconcerned. But she was there whenever my parents forced my hand on Sunday, always begging me to come to youth group more often.
See, we talked and had classes and were friendly, but she was way too much work for me. Why waste a couple years trying to get Alina Winters' bra off when I could have any number of little sluts sucking my dick on the couch seat in my pick up after smoking a bowl in a park? You get the picture.
But man did I have the hots for her. Most guys did, and that's how I knew it was a futile pursuit: she never accepted any dates, she never went to any dances, no matter who asked her. She was too busy, too focused, too involved, and too devout to risk the opportunity for promiscuity.
Anyways, I see her walking through the hall, beautiful as ever, smiling and not even paying me any mind, when some guy backed into her and knocked her a little. Nothing bad, just a little jostle, and she smiled and accepted his apology, and it was over, just like that.
Except one thing: on the tile floor sat her crucifix necklace, silver and jumbled up. I walked over and grabbed it, turning to get her attention, but she was gone. School was out and I could give it to her in the morning, I figured, so I pocketed it and headed for my car.
It was when I got home that I realized the latch on the chain was busted, and maybe the reason it had slipped off so easily, so I set to work bending it back into place, an easy fix with some pliers, and I put it around my neck to try it out, forgetting it was there and falling asleep with it on.
Now here's where things get weird, and I guess it's the right spot to mention that I've always been a lucid dreamer, I always know when I'm dreaming and while I can't exactly control everything, I can control myself, and exert some influence into my surroundings.
So anyways, I fall asleep, and I have the strangest dream. I'm in the hallway of a house I don't recognize, and every door is as flat as a wall, impossible to open, except one. It was bent open, slightly ajar, a little bit of soft light emanating from within.
I crept through the hall and into the room, taking it all in. It was large and well kept, a bed in the middle with those curtains all around it, like a bed for a princess, a couple crosses on the walls, pictures everywhere else, hazy and unable to focus on, a desk with scattered paperwork on it, a night light, simple stuff, really.
I walked towards the bed and there I saw her, her blankets tossed aside, her soft milky flesh practically busting out of a pair of short shorts and an oversized t-shirt: Alina Winters.
She had her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted, squirming a little, one hand gently nuzzled in the crotch of her shorts, gasping intermittently.
My cock was harder than ever and I knew what I was going to do. See, I've always been a bit of a sadist, and strangely enough, in my dreams, whenever I'd come across a dream girl, whether she wanted to or not, well, I'd fuckher. Rape them if I had to, and God did I like it when I had to rape them, just something about it I enjoyed. I'd never rape a girl in real life, oh god no, the thought makes me sick, but in a dream? With a dream girl, just a figment of my imagination? Well why the hell not.
So I undressed and pounced right in. Alina squirmed and screamed, so I covered her mouth while I pulled her shorts off, her fighting and trying to hold on to them, attempting to keep her tender little pussy covered, to no avail.
"Jarrod?" She gasped as I finally pried them off, spreading her legs. "Jarrod! No! Please!"
She fought and kicked so hard as I tried to penetrate her for a second I thought there was no way it would happen. So I flipped her over and pinned her down, grabbed her hair and lubed up my cock with spit.
"Don't want it in your pussy? Well maybe you'll like it better in your ass." I whispered, shoving it deep inside her tightest little hole. It was like a vice, swallowing my cock, pulling me in, and I could hear her whimpering and moaning through my palm, which I kept on her mouth to keep her from screaming.
She sobbed and she cried, maybe a little more than the average dream girl, until her sobs became moans, and her squirming became thrusts, and her hands slipped from clawing my arms and fighting down, one hand gripping her pillow, the other disappearing between her legs.
"Oh god," I moaned, pounding her tight ass for maybe just a couple minutes before I began to cum (I never last long in my dreams, complete opposite in waking life). I could feel her ass filling and dripping with my cum, and I pulled out, rubbing my jizz soaked dick up and down her ass crack, nuzzling into her as she nuzzled against me, before being abruptly awoken by my alarm clock.
"Holy shit!" I laughed, sitting up, feeling down and finding the warm, hot mess I'd made in my boxers. "What a dream!"
I looked down at the crucifix, figuring all the thinking about Alina is what gave me such a vivid dream of her, smiling as I took it off and slipped it into my pocket, knowing I'd have to give it back in an hour or two.
I didn't have class with Alina till right before lunch, then right after, so I forgot about the dream and didn't think too much of it, until our shared class started. Usually she sat close to the front, not right next to me but close, and for some reason she was all the way in the back corner, as far as she could get from me, staring straight ahead. She looked flustered, a little bit tired and upset, and as much as I stared at her, she never once looked towards me, either choosing to look straight ahead or down at her notes.
I shrugged it off until the end of class, when I tried to approach her to give her her necklace back.
"Hey Alina, I-" I started, and she gasped, staring at me like she was seeing a ghost.
"Jarrod, s-sorry, hurry," she stammered, rushing past me.
"The fuck was up with her?" Michael Patterson, this kid that sat next to me, asked. He was one of the many scores of guys who had struck out trying to get a date out of her.
"Shit I don't know, in a hurry I guess," I shrugged, but it was a lie. I knew what it was, I just couldn't believe it. It was impossible, it had to be, but nothing else could explain such an abrupt change, nothing fit. I didn't fuck a dream girl that looked like Alina Winters in my dream, I fucked the real Alina Winters, in her dream.
I was in such shock the rest of the day I didn't really pay much attention to Alina at all. She was trying to hide from me anyways, obviously.
I didn't come out of it until later that night, sitting at my desk looking at the necklace, wondering how it had acquired such strange powers, wondering if it was actually real, and if I should ever rightly use said powers ever again.
The answer was no, never, and I knew it. When it was just a dream girl, there was no harm. And even though there was no way of getting caught, if it was real, it would all be in Alina's head, I had to admit that it was wrong. She didn't deserve it, no woman deserves it, ever. I knew I couldn't wear it again.
