It was an everyday summer night. The moon was full casting a silvery light on the leaves of the tree near her window. She loved looking out at night. How quiet and peaceful everything seemed. Even the busy street had died down to sparse traffic. Keeping the window open and letting a cool breeze blow through made her nipples stand straight through the light t-shirt she was wearing. Smiling softly to herself at the tingles rushing down her spine that seemed to culminate directly on her clit, sparked warmth between her legs and left her a little damp.
Staring off into the shadows a moment, watching the purple and grey darkness morph and twist as the light changed, her eye caught movement in the shadows across the street. Was there someone standing next to the tree? She squinted to see if she could make anything out, only seeing a black cat dart out from under a bush. Thinking to herself that was all it could be, Claudya walked over to her bed, leaving a trail of a t-shirt and boxers on the floor, slipping into her cool sheets. The soft cool fabric making tiny goose bumps on her silky smooth skin only added to her already aroused body.
It didn't take long to fall asleep. It had been a long day, and it was late by the time she could finally wind down and get ready for bed. Her world swam around her, becoming murky and faded until it was finally gone and she was surrounded by a beautiful forest.
She could hear the birds chirping and even smell the mix of flowers and pine needles as she made her way on the trail. It seemed familiar but Claudya couldn't put her finger on from where. Soon there was a clearing in the path where a large wood house stood proudly in the center.
She moved through the field, her fingers gently grazing the flowers, picking a few here and there and weaving them into her long red ringlets. Peering down at herself she noticed she was in a short full skirted dress, with small patent leather shoes with white folded socks, and resting on her shoulders was a red hooded cape. Laughing and twirling around in the flowers, the warmth of the sun and the tall grass tickling her skin, the inside of her thigh twitching as the blades of grass moved ever closer to her bare pussy. She found her way to the steps that led up to the door of the house. Almost disappointed that her walk through the meadow was over, she sighed to herself. Knocking on the door, she lifted up on tip-toe to peer into the dirty windows; it seemed like no one was home.
Touching the door knob with her fingertips the heavy door just swung open. Jumping back a little, she cautiously walked forward, tilting her head to the side trying to see into the house without getting too close. The inside was dark and dusty, there seemed to be no one there. While poking her head inside the door frame and looking back and forth, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye—a shadow that looked like a tall man. Turning quickly to catch him in her sights, she saw nothing there, just dust and old furniture. Stepping into the house she turned to see the heavy door shut and click.
Walking back over, trying the door, she noticed that there were no knobs or handles on this side. Trying to keep from panicking she sat down on the dirty floor. Looking down at her feet, she noticed she was no longer in her tiny dress and mary jane shoes, but was now in a pair of comfy jeans and pale blue button down shirt that was tied just above her belly button, her feet bare and dirty from the floor. Catching her breath, her hands ran up to her hair pulling it back in a pony tail like she did when she was thinking and needed it out of the way. Standing up slowly, she walked around the room looking behind the doors to find the one that moved into another room.
As she walked into the hallway, the door behind her slammed shut. The hallway turned pitch black. She could feel someone standing directly behind her breathing on her neck, making the hair on her arm stand straight up. She walked forward and the person was still there, not touching her, but so close. She could smell his cologne and the sweetness of his breath as he matched her pace step by step down the hallway. Coming to the end, she reached for a doorknob; it was locked, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't open it. With her heart pounding in her chest like a drum, she tried again and again. The person behind her drew closer to her. Claudya could feel his body pressing against her back trapping her against the locked door. The cold hard wood seeping into her skin caused her nipples to ache and her back to arch, grinding her ass back against him. Gasping, she started to scream. His hand wrapped around her wrist, when suddenly the door in front of her clicked and opened spilling bright light into the hallway. She turned quickly, hoping to see who was behind her, but the hall was empty. Stepping backwards into the next room, she tumbled into a large stone floored room. Splayed on the hard stone of the floor, her hand reaching back to rub the sore spot on her ass from the fall.
Turning around slowly, looking around at the firelight licking the walls. The furniture in the room was dark and heavy casting eerie shadows around the room. Hearing her name whispered breathily from a dark corner across the room, her heart skipped a beat as she turned to see no one there. Trying to calm herself, she started to walk softly singing to herself, hearing it echo off the walls. She walked around the perimeter of the room looking for a door or a window—any way out—but there was none. She stood by the fire, letting it warm her soft sun-kissed skin. Turning around, she again saw movement out of the corner of her eye. And again, nothing stood where the figure just was. Claudya started talking herself, "It isn't real. It's just your mind playing tricks." Saying it over and over didn't seem to help her, she knew she was trapped.
She turned again. This time it wasn't just a shadow, she felt a hand on the small of her back. Shocked and startled by the touch, she struggled to move away from the hands she couldn't see. She then felt a body press against the front of her, forcing her to step backwards, till the back of her knees hit the mattress on the antique four poster bed. The mysterious hands softly touching her skin sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes wide as the shadows changed and shifted around the room, seeing a shadow of a man standing in front of her but no body to cast it.
Another rough push, and suddenly, she felt a mouth close around hers, a phantom tongue slipping into her mouth, playing over her teeth and snaking possessively deep into her mouth, taking her breath away. Lifting her up onto the bed, the shadow began to envelop her. Claudya felt her wrists being held tight by invisible fingers, her legs splayed on the rough sheets, her heels digging into the mattress trying to get a footing to get away. The weight of the being rested down on her body keeping her under him enabling him to free his hands to wonder over her body. His fingertips brushing over her skin, making her squirm and wiggle under him. A sudden pinch of her nipple made her shriek. "That wasn't through a shirt," she thought, "his hands are on my skin."
Looking down, she saw that she was no longer wearing her jeans and shirt but was laying spread eagle on the dark bed with nothing covering her pink skin. Her breasts held in place by rough phantom hands, pinching and tweaking her nipples. She tried hard to move, but as she tried her eyesight followed up her arm to a thick leather cuff holding her securely to the bed.
Hearing a soft laugh in her ear with her struggling only exciting the being more, his body pressed into her, making her feel his cock growing, grinding it down onto her sensitive clit. A mans voice entered her thoughts whispering "I know you. I know all about you, all the wicked little thoughts that play around in this sweet little head. You long for this, to be taken… Stop fighting me, my little slut. You can't win." At that, she felt fingers trailing up the inside of her thigh, her thigh muscles twitching, tugging on the cuffs on her ankles.
