Socs

Kayla was walking down the same street she had a thousand times before. There was nothing different about this night. As usual on her way home from the club it was dark out. The moon was still low in the sky and at first quarter strength, but it was still bright.

The street lamp up the street flickered, there was the sound of a dumpster lid slamming shut and a dog off in the distance barking at an unseen intruder. Probably just a cat. As she plodded along the same old sidewalk past the familiar rows of houses, her mind wandered to past loves and past lives. Her mind’s eye was directed to the boy she saw in the club this evening.

She knew nothing of this boy, only that he seemed to enjoy her music, she was nonetheless entranced by him. As she thought about him, the only thing she realized that she actually remembered about him was his smile, his beautiful, radiant, perfect smile. The way his lips parted just ever so slightly to reveal his pearly whites, and how a slight sexy crease formed on his cheek.

Come to think of it, that smile was the only thing she remembered from this evening, she did not even remember playing for the packed club.

Kayla was rudely awakened from her daydreaming when she heard the splashing of water as she stepped off the curb and into a deep puddle. She walked across to the other side of the street and, sitting down on this relatively dry curb, she took off her water soaked socks and replaced them with another pair she carried in her guitar case. Ever since as long as she could remember, her mother had always told her that wet feet led to disease and pestilence, so it had always been kind of a superstition for Kayla to carry around with her an extra pair of socks. As for the shoes, she would just have to deal with the dampness

When she arrived at the elderly couple’s house from whom she rented the room above the garage, Kayla quickly ascended the external staircase to her sparsely furnished room, then clamored out onto the roof covering the back porch and then up the ladder she placed there to the second story roof.

It was a cloudless night, this night, cool but not cold. She stared up at the bright moon, transfixed on it’s beauty. The man in the moon was only partially developed this night, but she could still envision his face, and she closed her eyes with that image on her mind.

***

When she woke up again Kayla was in a sterile metallic room. The walls and ceiling, although appearing to be of metal, seemed to be emitting a strange, fuzzy light. As she lay on what felt like a metal table, she looked around, assessing her situation.

Her Wrists and ankles had been bound and she was in a spread-eagle position, but the binding did not hurt, as if it had been padded. She felt as if she had all her clothes on, and there was something else. There was something in her mouth. ‘Could it be? Yes’ she thought to herself. ‘Yes, there is a balled up sock in my mouth.’

After what seemed like an eternity of being bound and gagged in solitude, a hole opened in the wall where there had been none before. The light coming from the hole was intense, it made the light being emitted from the walls look like pure darkness.

It was not long after the hole formed that a figure moved in front of the light. The silhouette was of a man, but no distinguishable characteristics could be seen. He soon stepped out of the light and the hole closed. Before Kayla’s eyes could adjust to the darker setting, the man stepped over to a corner and bent over as if to set something down.

The man then walked so that in order to see him Kayla had to look down her body. It was then that she noticed she wasn’t wearing any shoes, exposing her pink socks. The man disappeared below her and started rummaging through some things.

So many things were going through Kayla’s mind. The first and most predominant of these was rape.

Her eyes adjusted to the reduction of light and she kept her eyes down her body watching for the man that had disappeared beneath her. Finally he came up and looked her directly in the eyes.

She could not see him in detail because he was somewhat still a silhouette, but the light from the ceiling illuminated him enough for Kayla to see that his head was bare, he didn’t even have eyebrows. Covering his mouth, also, was a metal plate. It extended up to cover his nose but not block his eyes, and went down to trace the line of his jaw. It also appeared that he had on a jumpsuit, of sorts, made out of a black leather material.

As Kayla took in what little features she could see, the mysterious man brought up a gruesome looking knife. The blade started from the handle in one piece, but about six inches up it forked, and while one half of the blade continued straight, the other half curved into a sharp hook. This she could see in great detail.

The man crawled up onto the table between her legs then slithered up onto her belly. The hooked part of the blade he put up against Kayla’s neck. With one quick swipe he could rip out her windpipe. He applied just enough pressure to break the skin and draw a little blood, but instead of proceeding he took the blade and slowly, gently, he started to slice Kayla’s red shirt down, between her breasts, down to her belly button where the shirt stopped.

Kayla cursed herself for not wearing a bra today. As the man opened her shirt to reveal her bare breasts, she thought she heard him gasp. The room was rather cool, so her nipples were at full attention atop her pert, youthful, conical breasts.

The man took all this in with greedy eyes, but never faltered from his task. The man took the straight part of the blade and, turning it sideways so as not to be too sharp, he scratched a line down her body from the top of her rib cage, through the valley between her breasts, hopping gently across her naval, finally ending at her waistline. The line left behind became white, and soon turned to a painful yet pleasureful red rash.

From here, the man again took the hooked part of the blade and with one quick tug ripped out the waistband of her purple plaid pleated skirt. He was quickly able to tear away the rest of the skirt.

As all this was happening, Kayla was crying, fearful that whoever this man was, he was going to rape or sodomize her or do other weird stuff like that to make her lose her innocence. Kayla wasn’t a virgin, she had fucked one guy before, but that was different. She was in love.

As the man traced the lines of the front of her panties with the blade, across the top from side to side and from the back of both her legs to her inner thigh, Kayla was horrified by the realization that she was becoming slowly and slightly aroused. She felt like she was getting a little moist and her breaths became shorter. She kept telling herself that the man could see this and she was even more horrified out of shame.

If he could tell that she was becoming wet, he didn’t let on. He pulled the waist of Kayla’s panties up, brushing his hand against the smooth shaven skin and , slipping the curved blade underneath, tore away her purple cotton panties with two swift strokes, tossing them on the floor.

The mysterious man reached down to the floor, then climbed on top of her magnificently naked tummy once again. The last thing Kayla could see was the man’s metal covered jaw and a sock being placed over her eyes, held there by an elastic band of some sort.

Kayla knew what would happen next, she just knew this man would fuck her brains out. She could feel his ever so hard cock pulsating through his pants, but strangely, she wanted it.

As she was fearing and hoping for the inevitable, she heard the clanking of metal and then something fell the the floor. She could feel the man, or thing, whatever, climb up to the table between her legs, then up on her tummy. He was still wearing pants.

Kayla felt his body weight shift as he leaned forward to put his lips to her neck. He sucked greedily at the blood as if it were a desert oasis. His lips pulled back from her skin, and he pressed his tongue down fully and licked slowly up to her chin. When he came to the apex, he flicked his tongue quickly and then pulled back. This provided the oddest of sensations, seeing how his tongue was forked, and all.

With small, gentle kisses he moved down Kayla’s neck again, past the wound and down into the valley of her breasts. The man repositioned himself on top of Kayla and, with his tongue, he made a gentle spiral with his tongue on her left breast. With his left index finger he made the same motions on her right side. Just before his tongue and finger simultaneously graced their respective nipples with their touch, the man cruelly pulled them away, depriving her of that little bit of pleasure.

Kayla’s nipples and loins were burning with desire. She tried to move, to brush against him, any part of him, but the bindings would not grant her that much. The man apparently becoming tiresome of her rapid and unruly movements, put his left hand on her neck and pressed down hard. Kayla took this as his way of telling her to stop, that he had her very life in the palm of his hand.

When she stopped, the man let go, then Kayla heard a distinct splashing sound. She soon thereafter felt something very cold on her chest. It was a liquid, but it seemed her body heat solidified it, and it remained cool. The substance, whatever it was, provided a tingling where ever it was lain. Soon this provided the same result as the mysterious man’s tongue, and she was bucking for a little touch of pleasure to her nipples.

Apparently angered by this renewed display, Kayla heard the man jump down from the table. Fearing he was going to leave, Kayla screamed out as loud as she could. She felt a hand on her stomach and calmed down a bit, only to scream even louder than before when the man bit her side.

As she lay in the room alone and in the darkness of her blindfold, she could feel the blood trickling down her side. ‘Why hadn’t the wound healed?’ she asked herself, although still gagged. It had felt like hours since the mysterious man had abruptly left the room.

The feeling of the solidified liquid on her chest was tormenting her, it was still cool, still tingling, and still driving her wild. Eventually she fell asleep, exhausted from the agony.

When she awoke someone was on top of her, stroking her stomach tenderly. The person lifted her blindfold slightly so that she could see it was the same man from before. All Through her sleep she remained aroused due to the liquid stuff on her breasts. It was painful and she started trying to buck against the man again.

His response was to slip down between her legs and off the table. In doing so he lightly brushed against her pussy and she moaned. When he came back on top of her stomach, he started tickling her nose with a feather, then traced down her cheek, around her jaw, and down under her chin. The feather from there headed south and replicated what the man did with tongue and hand the day before, tracing a spiral around her breasts, but never touching the nipple. The solid liquid seemed to act as a conductor and every touch and feeling on her chest was heightened.

The man stopped using the feather against Kayla’s body now and again started using his tongue and mouth. He kissed the cleft between her breasts, then down her stomach to her naval, where he made a beeline to her left side where he had bitten her the day before. The bite mark was still trickling with blood and he licked it off and covered it with a small amount of the liquid. As he did so Kayla gasped, the liquid solidified against her open wound and provided the tingly cool feeling on the exposed nerves.

The man then slowly kissed his way down to the place she had been yearning to be kissed for all too long. She started gyrating as much as she could, although that is still fairly little. With that action the man backed off and waited for her to stop, which she did, reluctantly. The mysterious man continued to kiss her, never getting more than an inch from her pussy lips.

He then backed off and went down to play with her inner thighs. First he tenderly kissed them, then flicked his tongue along the tender skin. He pulled back again and brought out the feather, running it over her breasts, down to her bite, then farther down to her groin. He ran the feather everywhere he had kissed, over the soft skin of Kayla’s inner thighs and over her clean shaven skin, just in front of her pussy. He pulled the feather away and dropped some of the liquid where she was shaved. Before it solidified, some of the liquid drizzled down into her pussy and she started moaning as the cool, tingling sensation took over doing what she had yearned for the mysterious man to do for hours now.

She felt she was going to cum now and Kayla moved, rhythmically clenching any muscle the bindings were allowing her to. Just when she reached her violent threshold she felt a searing sensation where he had just dropped the liquid above her pussy. When the immediate searing had stopped her blindfold was lifted to reveal the mysterious man, once again with the metal mask, standing before her with a smoldering branding iron.

The coolness of the solidified liquid somewhat dulled the pain, but soon she was aroused again. Unfortunately, by this time, the hole in the wall had long since opened and closed. An hour seemed to pass before she heard a gentle cooing coming from the corner of the room. She looked in that direction, but it was no longer there. A few more minutes passed by and she laid her head down when she felt something brush against her leg. She looked down and stared into the face of what appeared to be a small silver primate clamoring over her legs to rest on her stomach. After some intense staring on the part of the animal, the silver monkey seemed to work up it’s courage and it started fondling Kayla’s nipples.