Alyssa woke with a churning fear boiling in the pit of her stomach; eyes wrenching open to dim blue-grey of an early twilight she at once felt a looming presence. Frozen in this feeling she attempted to adjust herself atop the limp air mattress now partially cocooning around her shape, only finding no muscle would do as much as twitch.
Laying there she breathe, focusing wide eyes to the ceiling above before she again willed paralyzed muscles to move, each successive attempt as futile as the last. Seeping panic set in, its signal racing throughout her body as she felt her heart begin to race. Trapped, the sound in her ears from each rapid throb soon became a raucous chorus of deep rapid throbs.
Fear had now taken full control of her mind, the definition between dreamt shadows and what she knew to be real ceased to stand apart, merging. These dark figures soon began their dance, surrounding her in a cruel circle as though taunting the scream she felt choked within her throat.
"Breathe, girl. Breathe," her conscious will fought, imagining a calm to her voice as she made for a desperate struggle of control, fighting the primordial mind and it's crying demand of flight.
"Sleep paralysis... It's sleep paralysis... This will pass..." She chant with soft internal voice, drawing power from it's potential.
Pupils twitched, and they're lock from the ceiling was broke. Now able, she begun looking around, tracking the wisp of a figure coming near her mattress before her eyes met it's face, sending it into retreat. Sensing that her focus repulsed the figure she came upon a new empowered strength.
Eye's turning toward another, she met the talisman of her gaze against it's darkly evil face, staring into the black void until it flew away; each figure she examined like this, each she pushed away.
Holding by shear stubborn force of will she cast this spell, launching it against the shapes surrounding her and soon assured in mind of its power until a sudden touch electrified her nerves.
"No!" Her silent cry unheard from opened lips. The silence only terrified her mind more, the inability to cry or beg driving a desperate shriek imagined within her mind.
Unable to fight she endured the tight grasp now wrapped around her ankle, her head turned away was unable to do more than partially throw her eyes toward the offending entity.
"It's only..." The next recital of her words of power cut to an abrupt end as she sensed her hips rising. A rolling sense seized her, she was being lifted by this one leg that the unknown being had captured.
Pulling a tight grasp around her she felt caught, the rest of her body following the rotation of what was once her leg, but now serving as the long taunt lever for another. It continued folding over until she lay on the floor, thighs splayed and hips raised.
Left like this she rested unmolested, mind desperately sorting through a rapid fire of confused thoughts, of just how she moved in the grips of paralysis between sleep and consciousness.
Realizing just then that her head lay turned toward the wall she sank, heart near freezing as she panics over her trapped her eyes now laying where it could no longer see the figures she knew now filled the room. Not yet beaten she drew breath, forcing deep counted cycle of contraction and relaxation of her diaphragm; grasping for the fleeting control of something, anything, to help keep rampant emotions under control.
They were out there, of course, real or imagined she felt them moving, as though she could hear their soft sounds against the floor, and feel the movements of air across her flesh. Those things she imagined, or thought she had, almost knowing if those signs that they had come nearer. Crawling sense tingling her flesh she felt more certain that they were there, above her, looking at her... admiring her.
It was strange relief then, mind wandering, that she thought her breasts being pressed into the floor and out of their sight was a comfort, however small a comfort as she was, laying stripped of all but the dark cotton of her underwear.
"This. Is. Just. A. Dream..." The next of her enchanted defenses, eyes forced closed to will some part of the sleeping mind awake; commanding with all the will she had she demanded that some spark would come, to light her waking world once more.
Holding to this hope she partly expected her mind to snap from this stupor and for her eyes to open to the warmth of a morning sun... It was not so.
Outside of her the malevolence had disagreed, the sudden pinch of fabric being pulled up between the furrow of her crouch making her ache as she felt her hips pull away from the floor. Whatever it was, it had taken her underwear into its grasp and was now towing her waist from the floor with it.
"This is a dream!" The next internal cry came with a desperate trembled breath, weight settling into new position before she felt her underwear slip down around her knees.
"Dream! It's a dream! Wake up! WAKE UP!" It was behind her, pushing against her something she'd recognized, thick and warm that thing now haunted the space between her thighs, so afraid of it that the slightest graze burned her nerves.
"Please wake up!" It had found her center, the hollow warmth of her sex resisting the thick vile menace as it pressed it's advantage. Two points of pressure grasp around her hips then, pulling them back, burning her sex with the grinding pressure of ill lubricated flesh.
Unable to move Alyssa lay there, imagining the sound of her sobs as the specter finally forced itself inside of her. She went blank, tears filling her eyes as she felt the uncomfortable pinch of something thick and warm suddenly take possession of her.
Unable to fight it, cry of her pain or beg mercy she lay, defeated, waiting for the strokes now pumping it's heavy figure against her thighs to finish. The pain all the worse knowing that only she could hear the pitiful sobs.
It finished, several warm streams painting her back as the apparition pulled from out of her swollen sex, the next quick to take it's turn. Listening to the dull clap of this next attacker Alyssa slowly became overwhelmed with new fears, drawing her mind to the prospect that she'd been sedated and that this was really happening.
Weakening resolve now clouding her mind she let slow heavy blinks press the tears from her eyes as the shame begun to burn her cheeks, a final realization that this was probably not a dream.
Her second assailant was finishing, a warmth landing across her ass as it too pulled out before finishing, for which she was thankful before the third suddenly took her. Rough, she felt it grab at her hair, pulling her limp head from the floor as it pounded her sore sex for more times than she'd ever used it in a single night.
She would have begged them just to be gentle, had she still held power over her speech; not even to stop, just to have her slowly so it would not hurt so badly as this. Tears now stream down her cheeks she lay and wait, unable to do more than simply allow this nightmare to happen.
It grunt, the first of any vocalization she'd heard, as the final thrust bore into her belly and erupted. The sound and feeling so familiar, a new burst of water flowed from her soaked eyes, rueful thoughts regretting her decision not to remain on the pill since moving to this new town.
Pulled by the scalp she felt her chest lift from the floor, whole of her lifting until she came to wobble upon knelt legs. Through the blur of tears she tried to assess how many figures surrounded her, their shapes merging and parting with each movement forced into her by the grasp of hair.
"No more... please... no more..." The sound within her imagination pleaded as the heat and stench of a wet cock was forced between her slack lips. Bitter tang of man and woman mixed along the shaft, this one just having used her. Knelt there Alyssa was forced to take this mass, it's owner pumping it's pelvis up against her face until the weakened gag reflex complained of the abuse, choked sound of breath expressing the discomfort.
