Dreams Of The Stranger

Annie was almost done with her shift at the cafe, and just had one last customer to cash out. She finished up in the bathroom and retied her long auburn hair into a ponytail. She checked her face in the mirror and looking back was a young woman with soft features and light sprinkling of freckles across her small nose and full cheeks. Her green hazel eyes trailed down her front, past a pair of full breasts, hinted at by a low cut white shirt, to the apron wrapped around her small belly and wide hips. She adjusted the green apron and smoothed out the tight black slacks she wore.

As she went to the register and got the bill ready she looked over at The Stranger sitting at the counter. He scared her.

Part of it was his physical presence. He was tall, easily towering a foot taller than her 5'4" stature, and lanky, but still with muscles visible under his tight grey shirt and the long black coat he always wore. He also had piercing ice blue eyes, that seemed to be undressing her, even when he wasn't looking at her. And it was hard to tell that because he always had a black ball cap pulled low over his head.

The other part was his general mannerisms and the effect he left on her. When he spoke, his voice was always low and soft, but still commanding.

She handed him the bill. "Time to close down."

"Sorry, I overstayed my welcome again." He took two twenties out of his jean pocket and held it out to her. She knew what would come next and she grew goosebumps in anticipation. She took the bills from him and his hand touched her wrist. "The change is for you, pet."

Pet. That was his nickname for her. She hated it, but he always left her a twenty on top of whatever change was left over from his coffee and sandwich with fries. So she never said anything, but it still made her somewhat uncomfortable when he called her that, but it also called to something deep and primal in her. She hated how it made her feel, but the touch was worse.

Every time he payed he used the same touch. His hand would lightly land on her wrist and then he would slowly pull it back. It left a slight tingle on her skin, and she could still feel it after she went home for the evening. And that's when the worst would begin.

Whenever The Stranger came in, he would be in her head all night. As she sat and watched TV, or worked on her computer, thoughts of him would creep in. Often she would wonder what it would be like to just stare into his eyes and get lost in the icy blue windows. She would start to think about what he looked like under that jacket. Once or twice while she was in the shower or laying in bed she would find her hand trailing between her legs, her head swimming with thoughts of the strange man.

Tonight, though, as his hand touched her wrist it clamped down tight. "What the-". She looked up at him and was cut off as she made eye contact. He was gazing at her, through her, looking into her very soul and desires. He leaned across the counter never breaking eye contact and turned his head to the side, pressing his thin lips against her full ones. She couldn't stop herself from slipping her tongue into his mouth. She tore her apron from her waist and began to pull up the hem of her shirt exposing her pink bra. His hands came up and cupped one breast, she could feel the warmth of his hand on her, passing through the bra to fight the slight pain of her pert nipples.

"Annie, are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay, Annie?!"

Her eyes popped open and her shirt and apron were back in place. The Stranger was walking out the door, and Annie's coworker was standing next to her with the manager

"Hmm, I'm sorry what?"

Ashley stood there looking at her, concern plastered on her angular face. "You're just staring off into space when that guy was trying to pay his bill. You coming down with something?" She tossed her head to the side, moving her blonde locks.

"Oh, no, no, I think it's just been a long day."

The manager, gave her a concerned look. "Okay, finish up your work and take it easy tonight okay?"

"Okay, thank you Mr Davis." Annie finished her closing duties and returned to her apartment. She wanted to take a nice hot shower and watch some tv, but first she went to her room and pulled her shirt off, then sitting on the bed she kicked off her shoes and socks. She then laid down on the bed her eyes feeling heavy, and unbuttoned her pants. Lifting her hips a bit she slid the clothing down her thighs, but just as if got to her knees she suddenly felt the tingling sensation of The Stranger's touch on her hand.

The hand trailed back up her body to her chest, running just above her beasts. The tingling spread from her hand to her flesh, and she could feel her hand being guided inside her bra, and there the tingling

intensified. Now she could feel it in her other hand, it came up and slipped into the maroon panties she had on. The nails on her fingers gently traced around her lips as the one hand in her bra began to grope and fondle the soft flesh. She could feel the tingle spreading from one end of her to the other.

Soon the quite room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans. It took Annie a few moments to realize it was her, she was horrified she got to this point without realizing it, but the sensations flooding her were too good. She pulled her bra up exposing her nipples to the cold air, and she switched hands. One pinching and teasing her nipple as the other pulled her panties aside and began circle her clit, bringing on more tingling waves of pleasure.

She could hear her phone ringing on the bed next to her, she knew she needed to answer it, but she couldn't pull her own hands off of her. Panic started to set in as she realized she was molesting herself with no way to stop. "No, no, oh god. Mmmm, yes, please. Please stop. I don't want to keep going. Just keep going." She was arguing with herself as she fought to regain control of her limbs. Finally she regained control and bolted upright.

She looked at herself and saw that her bra and panties were still in place, as were the pants around her knees. She held her hand to her mouth, trying not to scream out in fear and frustration, the pleasant sensations leaving her body. She looked at her phone and saw she missed a call from Ashley. She called her back and there must have been something in her voice because the other girl asked if everything was okay. Annie lied and said she had a bad dream? But was it a lie? It had to be.

They finished talking and Annie stripped out of her underwear and went to the bathroom, as she stepped through the door it occurred to her how strange that was. She never walked through her apartment naked like that, she would at least have underwear on. Quickly she forgot about that as the steam from the shower filled the small room. Annie stepped under the water and felt comforted by the warm deluge.

She lathered up a loofa and began to massage the soap into her skin with both hands. One was wrapped around her on a shoulder the other on her stomach. As she got lost in the dreamlike wonder of the shower she leaned against the wall under the shower head, soaking her hair, as a hand massaged her inner thigh. As she relaxed into the touch it suddenly occurred to her that both her hands were being used to brace her against the wall.

She whipped her head around to see who was there with her, but her damp hair clung to her face, obscuring her vision. She didn't live with anyone, someone broke into the apartment and was in the shower with her! She looked forward and saw two long arms wrapped around hers, two large hands pinning hers to the wall. She could feel a body pressed against her back, and something hard pressing into her lower back. She didn't know what it was, but nothing she thought of comforted her. She struggled against the hands holding her, as a mouth pressed against her ear. A deep breathy voice said, "I've always wondered what you look like in here, pet."

Annie tried to scream, but inhaled nothing but water and hair. She felt a foot pushing her feet apart as whatever had been pressing into her lower back began to trail down her crack, and as it began to push against it she suddenly felt a yearning to know what it would feel like. She began to relax a bit as she took long steady breaths in and out through her clenched teeth. She could feel her pussy getting wet, but not from the shower.

The voice returned to her ear. "That's it, little pet, it's so much easier if you don't fight. Be a good girl, and I won't hurt you. Much."

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. Whoever this psycho is just bit her! She could feel whatever the object was starting to push forward, her cheeks starting to part as his teeth sank in and held. Finally Annie got a deep enough breath that she screamed at the top of her lungs and pushed against the wall.

Suddenly she was falling backwards, her ass landing on the non-slip mat on the floor of the tub. There was no one behind her, she didn't hear anyone else in the bathroom. She wrapped her arms around her knees and began to cry a bit. What was going on? What were these dreams about? And why do they always feel so good?

She turned the shower off and crawled out wrapping herself in a towel. She reaches back to where she was bitten and of course there was nothing there, she was about to relax a bit when she got a look at her wrists. There were light bruises forming, as if someone had been grasping her wrists tightly. She began drying herself off and getting dressed for bed, a black tank top and a pair of red boy briefs. As she sat on the bed she suddenly jumped up, scared of what would happen if she started to drift off.

She stood staring at it for a few moments trying to decide if she wanted to get in or not. Annie begins to pace back and forth, chewing on her thumbnail. Her eyes grow heavy and the more she blinks them, the longer they stay closed. She feels a hand on her back, guiding her to the bed, Annie lays down and curls up on her side, in the fetal position.

Some time later, there is a tickle on her foot, she kicks out but it soon comes back. Annie opens her eyes to see she left her bedroom light on, and the tickle at her foot is her bedsheet. Annie lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and drops her head back down to the pillow. Soon she feels something tighten around her ankle and pull her leg towards the corner. She looks up and sees a white rope popping out of the mattress.

"No. No, no! Help! Help me!!" Annie pulls at her leg trying to get it free, suddenly she feels a similar strength around her neck, pulling her back down to the mattress. Her hands come up to pull at the magical rope choking her, but more ropes appear and wrap around them pulling her arms out. Soon her other leg is similarly wrapped and she finds herself spread eagle on her own bed. She tries to let out a scream but another rope wraps around her head and her cry is muffled by magical bindings. More rope materialize and wrap around her thighs, chest and upper arms. She's completely strapped down to her own bed and couldn't feel more helpless.

She still tries to scream and fight against the bindings to no avail. Just as she's starting to tire she hears a haunting voice. "You look so sexy when you struggle, little pet."

Annie stops and stares at The Stranger wide eyed, her breaths coming out hard and fast. He slowly walks up to the girl and looks over her. "I have been wanting to get you here for some time. This would be so much easier if you didn't fight it. Remember how much you were enjoying yourself on this bed just a short time ago?" Annie's mind foods with memories of herself laid out on the bed, one hand on her chest the other playing with her pussy. Her eyes close as she gives in to the feelings and the ropes holding her mouth retract. As she flexes her jaw the ropes at her chest snake up and begin to entwine around her breasts, lightly squeezing them and the ends flick against her nipples, which are now so erect it's almost painful. One of the ropes around her thigh snakes up and crawls up the leg of her briefs, she can feel it grazing her pussy, now becoming soaked in excitement.

"See, it's not so bad, pet. All that time you resisted me when I came to visit you in the waking world. If you only gave in like this the first night I came to visit you in your dreams I wouldn't have had to go this far." Her eyes were closed as she started to give in to the teasing ropes working at her tits and pussy, but she can still feel his piercing eyes on her body. "You squirm so well to my toys, pet. Do you wish for me to touch you?"

The rope at her neck tightens a bit and she is having a bit of trouble taking in deep breaths, and it only adds to the excitement. She's surprised to hear he own voice. "Mmmm, yes, yes. Please touch me. I never admit it out loud, but I love the feeling of your hands on mine. Like electricity flowing over my skin." He approaches and the rope on her thighs and crotch retract. She lets out an unhappy sound. "Huuuuunh, noooo. Bring it back!" She's shocked at her pleas coming from her own mouth. She told herself he was making her say it, but she was lying.

He placed a hand on her bare thigh and a slight tingle ran up her leg to her dripping pussy, her bindings offering enough give to lift her hips off the bed. "Huuuh, hmmm, yes. Please keep going. Pleeeease!" His hand is removed and the pleasant sensation disapates. "Hmmmm, no please. I'm begging you, please."

He hooks a finger under the hem of her top and begins to slowly pull it up off her body. Suddenly he grabs the top with both hands and tears the garment in half and exposes her bare chest and belly. He cups her breasts in his hands and that pleasant feeling once again floods her chest, her breasts feel like they swell a bit and her nipples stand up so straight they feel like they could pop off. Annie's mouth falls open and the rope at her neck tightens more and she emits a moan so low and primal she barley recognizes it. She arches her back, trying to get as much of her captor's touch as she can. The Stranger takes his hands away again and her back slumps back to the bed and the neck rope eases up. She take a deep breath in.

"Auuugh, oh god. Please touch me more. I want your touch so bad."

"Only when you learn to call me 'Master,' and talk like the dirty slut you are, will I give you what you desire, pet."

"Huuuughn, Master, please touch me again. I love the feel of your hands on my tits. It makes me want to cum so badly, Master!" He touches a finger to one of her painful nipples and she feels like her back is going to break In half as it arches back up. "Aaaaaahhhh, thank you, Master!" He pinches the nipple and gives it a slight twist sliding his fingers off as he pulls.

Once again her back hit the mattress and she struggles to get her breathing under control. He takes her briefs and again with no problems rips them open. She is now completely nude and splayed out for The Stranger. She lets out several pitiful moans imagining what he will do next. "What do you want now, pet? I want to hear you beg."

"Please, please Master. I want you to fuck me. I want to be choked while you're inside me. I want it so bad Master, please."

He places a hand on the bed next to her and leans in. "No." He grins as she lets out a pitiful dejected moan. "But does my pet want to cum?"

Again, as the neck rope tightens, that primal moans escapes her lips. "Hhuuuugnnhhh, yes Master. I want to cum for you."

He leans in and presses his mouth to her breast, taking it into his mouth and gently sucking. That alone feels incredible, somehow it's bracingly chilly and also relaxingly warm. But to top it off his hand went to her crotch and touched a single finger to her hood. It was like the worlds best vibrator being pressed against her, and Annie tosses her head back and her eyes rolled around. Just when she think she can't take anymore the finger hooks and makes contact with her clit as she gasps for breath. "Fuaaaaack, yeaaaaaas!"

She expels the last of her breath from her lungs as ecstasy ravages her body, her whole body arching in the bed before collapsing again. Her eyes began to flutter up and down, and finally she blacks out with a whisper in her ear. "I'll see you tomorrow night, pet, have my meal ready at 8:30."

Annie's eyes shoot open and she sits up and lets out a piercing scream that echoes off the walls. As it trails off she sucks in a deep breath and finally looks around. The sunlight is streaming in through the window, there are no ropes on the bed holding her and her clothes are still in tact on her body. But now they are soaked in sweat and her own sexual fluids, forming a small puddle between her legs. She covers herself and lets out a few whimpering cries when the sound of a loud rapping came from her front door. She slowly got up and drapes a fluffy robe around herself. She makes her way to the door as the frantic knocking continues. She opens it to find her neighbor Hannah there in a sweatshirt and a pair of pajama pants.

"Oh my god, Annie, Derek and I could hear you making noise all night long and then the screaming just now. Are you okay?" She can see the look of concern on the woman's face.

"Mm, Hannah, I'm so sorry. I think I came down with something and I was just having bad fever dreams. I'm sorry."

"Oh, sweetie, you look awful I'm so sorry." Hannah steps in and presses a hand to Annie's face, checking her temperature. As Annie stands there letting the RN do her work she looks at her mouth moving and is suddenly take over by a strong urge. She suddenly leans forward cupping Hannah's face and presses her lips to hers. Hannah's hand runs into the robe and starts running up and down Annie's side, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to the floor. They begin pulling clothes off of each other in a frenzy.

Annie looks up and sees The Stranger standing over them, a wide smirk on his lips. Annie averts her gaze back to Hannah's hazel eyes. As the woman straddles her she parts her lips and says, "Well you feel a little warm but I don't think it's anything to worry about." Suddenly they're back in the doorway with Hannah's hand on her face. "Just get some rest, and maybe keep it down just a bit?"

Annie's jaw hangs open for a moment before she says. "Yeah. Right, you got it. Sorry. And tell Derek I'm sorry." She closes the door and grabs her phone, dialing the cafe. "Hi Mr. Davis I think whatever I had last night is still going. Yeah, I won't make it in. No I understand. Yes thank you, I'll definitely see you tomorrow."

She went back to her room and was debating whether to take another shower after the events of last night. As she peeled out of her sticky clothes she decided to do it. She hopped into the quickest coldest shower she ever had, and afterwards she just stood in the empty shower shivering. Once she got some fresh clothes on and cleaned up her bed she sat with a hot cup of tea on the couch. In the light of day, with the warm beverage she began to feel better and more like she was just stressed and overworked. She spent the day relaxing and catching up on some tv. As 8:30 rolled around she looked at the time and mumbled under her breath, "Prepare your own fucking meal, creep," and laid out on the cushions.

Sometime later she opened her eyes and saw that she spent the whole night In the living room. She quickly got dressed and ran out the door to work. As she rushed into the cafe Ashley was standing there and looked at her shocked. She let out a little laugh as she asked, "Annie what are you wearing, that's crazy."

She looked down at herself, and was a little surprised to see she had put on a pink retro waitress uniform. It had a lace apron and detailing around the short hem and low cleavage revealing neckline. She had a white petticoat under the skirt that made it poof out a bit. Her legs were covered in nude stockings with lace tops and a pair of white heels. She was confused for a moment, but then remembered that this is her work uniform. Wasn't it?