The steam from the shower filled the room, and clung to Jayden's skin like a damp embrace. She hummed a soft, happy melody that mirrored her joy. This new house she was renting, with its oversized windows and creaky floor, was a haven compared to the months of cramped apartments and noisy neighbors. The bathroom was spacious with gleaming white tiles and a luxurious shower, it was her personal sanctuary.
Jayden stepped out of the shower, her long black hair plastered to her head and upper back. Water beaded on her soft skin, highlighting the ample curves of her body in the warm glow of the bathroom lights. Her plump breast, still damp, peeked out the edge of the white terrycloth robe, and her erect nipples protruding beneath the soft fabric. The robe was short, barely covering her round, taught, ass that was visible just under the robe.
She had the afternoon to prepare, her ex boyfriend Alex had convinced her to give him another shot. But tonight she would hear him out, he was taking her to the best Italian restaurant in town after all, then maybe followed by drinks. Reluctantly Jayden stepped in front of the mirror, her body still dripping wet. She reached for her makeup bag, applying foundation to her flawless skin, brushing on blush to her give her skin a glow, and bright pink lipstick.
While Jayden dabbed on pink eyeliner, she heard a faint skittering noise that broke her concentration. She paused for a moment, what was that? Straining to listen, she held her breath. It was faint, but persistent like something was moving under the house. It was unsettling, especially in the warmth of her sanctuary. Jayden pushed away her concerns, reminding herself that it was an old house, they come with creaks and moans. The house was quirky after all, maybe the house was just settling, but a nagging doubt caught in her throat.
With a dismissive shutter, Jayden returned to her makeup, drawing on eyeliner. But as she swiped the brush, the noise came again, this time it echoed from the basement. She stood at the top of the stairs, staring down into the darkness, flipping on the light did little to illuminate the basement. A strange skittering noise pulled her down, a nervous tingling at the back of her mind.
Jayden descended the stairs slowly, the old wooden steps groaning with each step. Cautiously she used one hand on the rail, but with each step her robe slid up her thighs and over her ass, using the other hand she tugged the robe down but it continued to ride high. The air was damp and cold as she reached the basement. Jayden scanned the dimly lit room, the source of the noises came from the corner, near the access panel to the crawl space.
Jayden approached it hesitantly, her clean bare feet making soft thuds on the concrete floor. She paused in the middle of the room, as the scurrying sound started again. But as quickly as it started it stopped, Jayden sighed. At least now she knew it was definitely coming from behind that wood panel. With a deep breath, Jayden reached for the latch on the panel. It was cold against her skin, the old wood was warped and painted a peeling shade of moss green. With a slight groan, it pulled open. A wave of musty cold air rushed out, carrying with it the intense silence since the scurrying had stopped.
The crawl space was a dark, damp abyss, even though it was only 16'x16'. The only light was the faint glow filtering from the basement. Jayden hesitated at the entrance, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew that calling the landlord was the best bet, but she was determined to find out what it was in her own. Using an old broom handle she propped the panel open. Taking a deep breath, she lifted herself up into the entrance.
The crawl space was only three feet tall, from the floor joists to the dirt floor. Jayden dropped to her hands and knees and crawled on the dirt floor deeper into the narrow opening. As she made her way deeper into the darkness, the air became thick with the scent of damp earth. While she crawled Jayden's short robe pulled up over her ass, exposing her freshly shaved pussy. Jayden's eyes strained to adjust to the dark, she could only see the faint outline of the wooden beams above her barely illuminated by the light shining in behind her.
Jayden was now in the center of the space, cautiously she scanned the area. Suddenly, the scurrying noise started again, like tiny feet across the ground. It seemed to be coming from all around her, Jayden's skin crawled with unease. She tried to pinpoint the source of the sound. But as she listened, the noise grew louder, and Jayden released with a a jolt of horror that it was coming from everywhere. It was all around her, above her, and to her sides, and even beneath her. She felt like she was strapped, surrounded by an unseen army, and her heart began to pound in her chest.
Summoning courage, Jayden fumbled around in the pocket of her robe for her phone. But it was gone, it must have fallen out when she climbed into the crawl space. Cursing Jayden instead positioned herself so the weak beam of light shining in from the basement behind her. Holding her breath, Jayden stared into the dim light on the dirt in front of her, and Jayden's eyes widened in revulsion as she saw what was making the noises.
Hundreds, maybe even thousands, of cockroaches scurried across the ground, their shiny black bodies glinting in the light. Many were tiny no bigger than Jayden's fingernails, but some were two to three inches long. They were everywhere, covering the ground, the wooden beams and the ceiling above her. Jayden gasped, and her skin crawled as she realized she was surrounded by a writhing sea of pulsing insects.
Jayden let out an ear piercing scream as she felt the first wave of cockroaches crawl over her hands and legs. She began thrashing about, violently waving and shaking her arms and legs. Desperately trying to get the roaches off herself, but in her desperate movements, she caused the broom handle propping the door open to fall. The old panel creaked and moaned as it slowly closed, bathing Jayden in the cockroaches in a dark abyss.
While in a haste to back up, Jayden's bathrobe was caught on a large rusty nail protruding from the wooden joist above her. The nail pulled her robe up, untying it at her waist. The robe tangled her up with her upper body dangling from the joist, like she was stuck in the stocks leaving her defenseless and exposed to the horde of cockroaches. She tried shaking the roaches off, by moving her hips but it was no use. They were relentless, crawling up her legs, hips, and over her stomach, their tiny legs tickling her skin. She wanted to scream, to cry for help, but she knew no one would hear her.
Panic, raw and primal, seized her. She waved her hands, clumsily in a frantic attempt to dislodge her robe. The roaches were everywhere, in her hair, under and arms, between her legs. Their cold, hard exoskeletons sent shivers down her back, a strong counterpoint to the rising heat of terror that flooded her. Jayden thrashed, desperate to escape the invasion, but the insects clung to her with an unnatural ability. She felt a nauseating sense of violation, her body was being overrun.
At first, the cockroaches seemed content to scurry around her naked body, but they began to become more invasive. Jayden gasped in horror as she felt several tiny sets of legs crawl up her neck and chin. She tried to shoo them away, by blowing on them, but more seemed to come. While breathing in, suddenly a roach scurried into her mouth. Jayden's eyes widened in terror as she felt it squirming on her tongue. She tried to scream, but as she opened her mouth, many more swarmed in. The cockroaches had filled her mouth, preventing her from making any noise.
Jayden thrashed and twitched, trying to dislodge the roaches from her mouth. But it was no use. She could taste their musty scent, as they swirled around on her tongue. As they continued to crowd in, they began smudging her pink lipstick over her face. All Jayden could do was make pitiful little noises in objection, moans, groans and the occasional gaging of disgust.
