We were just back from summer vacation and at the beginning of our sophomore year. There was not much work to do yet and, besides, we were so thrilled to see each other that studying was hardly a priority. There were five of us: Sally, Kate, Nyssa, Miko, and me. We were great friends. We had met during the first week of freshman year - except for Miko; she had just come over from Japan on a student exchange thing and we had only recently adopted her into our group.
Each of us was a little crazy in our own way. Sally was the wildest - always with a mischievous look and a zany idea - guys were drawn to her like to an irresistible magnet. It wasn’t just because she was pretty, on the scale of things she couldn’t hold a candle to Kate, but there was something about her small frame and impish smile that made guys turn gooey with affection. We could never go anywhere without some cute guy doing something spontaneous and romantic like falling to his knees and offering her a bunch of just-uprooted flowers. And it was always the cute ones - always! It was infuriating for the rest of us.
Kate’s domain, on the other hand, was all the creeps, all the shaggy artist types, all the players and grease balls… Her beauty was her curse. Invariably they would schmooze up to her and make themselves into a problem. Predictably she had a much darker outlook on men than Sally, but who could blame her?
Nyssa was from Trinidad. She could dance like nobody I have ever seen. The only word I can find that describes the way people felt when they saw her move is envy. It just made you turn green with envy to see her lithe body step in time to her favorite Latin songs. She would dance with anyone - it didn’t matter. Dancing for her wasn’t about looking flashy or picking up men, it was part of life and a way of living well. She would dance with overweight family men, young boys, and whoever else came by to ask for her hand. She didn’t have a boyfriend, but that didn’t matter to her. She just wasn’t interested. All she cared about were her friends - she would do anything for them. Out of all of us I think Nyssa had the clearest vision in life. She was never confused by relationships or enraged by petty jealousies.
Miko was strange. At first she seemed shy - a lot like the stereotype of Japanese girls - but then, unexpectedly, she would say something so completely off-the-wall and crazy that we would have to stop and stare. She didn’t talk a lot, but anything that did come out of her mouth would make us completely crack up. Her English sucked, but that was the best part about her; the way she said, “dude” or “cool” with her Japanese accent was hilarious.
Me? I’m just me… and this is my journal. If you keep reading it you will find out all there is to know - much more than I would really like to tell under normal circumstances, but these are not normal circumstances. Things have gotten really weird lately. Really, really weird. I am writing it down now as a record in case something happens to me…. They exist you know…
But I am getting ahead of myself. Let’s just start at the beginning - at the quijji party.
“What to do? What to do?” she mused.
We were sitting around drinking. There was a half-eaten bag of nachos on the table and a monster jug of salsa. Some of the crumbs had already fallen onto the carpet and were in the process of getting mashed between the shaggy hairs. Music was playing lightly in the background but Nyssa was the only one who seemed to notice. She beat her hands gently against her thighs, smiling and talking without ever missing a beat. Everything was just as it always had been - how it’s supposed to be.
We all watched Sally and waited, trusting her imagination to come up with a plan. She walked over to the closet and threw open the door. She stood there for a while looking over the mess of clothes, then her face lit up.
“I know!” she said, dangling a fake pair of red horns that used to be part of a Halloween costume, “Let’s summon the devil!”
“Summon the devil?!” We all squealed at the same time, but once Sally had an idea it was hard to convince her to give it up. Next thing we knew we were running around gathering candles, dimming the lights, making spooky noises and putting on bits and pieces of our Halloween costumes. Sally put the red horns on her blond head. Kate found her witch’s hat and lent me the cape. Nyssa put on her bunny nose. The only one that didn’t have anything to wear was Miko, but that was alright because she didn’t have a clue as to what was going on - apparently the Japanese don’t know Halloween from French toast.
We were all giggling and joking around -everyone seemed to know exactly what needed to be done. The lights were dimmed, the shades drawn, the music cut, candles lit… We cleared the coffee table and sat on the floor around it in a tight circle.
I was still munching nachos when Kate took the lead. She started talking in a real secretive voice, hushed and spooky, “OK… This is serious business - if the devil shows up he is going to want something - maybe a fresh young virgin…”
“Sorry, no virgin here!” Miko interrupted, pointing a finger at herself.
We all cracked up.
“Me too, no virgin!” Sally added.
“Me no virgin either” I said, pointing a finger at my crotch.
“I virgin!” Kate said, but we all knew she wasn’t. At least three times over she wasn’t.
That left Nyssa - we all looked at her, but she simply shrugged her shoulders with a wry smile - there was no way that she was a virgin. She just oozed sexuality like she had just done it ten minute ago.
“OK, in that case maybe we should start with something less demanding than the devil himself… maybe we should just sort of summon up a lesser demon, or a ghost or something. We can just say ‘hey, what’s up?’ to anything that out there and ask it to shift the table if you it can hear.” Kate said.
“What’s up!” Miko repeated, chirping brightly in her Japanese accent.
We all cracked up again. Nyssa tussled Miko’s dark black hair. It was settled: the five us were going to “what’s up?!” whatever was out there.
After that we all gathered our composure. We sat cross-legged with our palms face up and our knees touching, our backs rigid as iron. Kate started humming and we all followed suit, but soon we were all cracking up again.
Sally took control then and grabbed the candle, raising it slightly off the table, and staring deeply into its flame. She looked more mischievous than ever in the orange glow - her delicate eyes shone with girlish intensity. I wrapped my hands around hers and soon all five of us were holding the candle between our intertwined fingers. We started to slowly sway back and forth as we hummed and chanted, moving the candle in a small, uneven circle like we were churning butter.
Sally continued talking, “Whoever, or whatever is out there, we are calling you… We are the incredible girls of Hoffman Dorm and we want to talk to you… We want to know you… Come to us…”
It was silly, but it was fun. The lights were out and the candle was pretty and it was just nice to be in each other’s company, touching hands and being girls, so we kept it up. We repeated the last few words of whatever Sally said.
“We want you to come to us…”
“Come to us…” We repeated.
“We want you to show yourself to us.”
“Show yourself”
“Give us a sign, any sign…”
“A sign”
“We want you to…’
“We want you.”
“To come to us”
“Come to us”
“Come”
“Come”
“Come”
“Come”
“Come”
“Cum!”
“Cum”
“Cum!”
We just kept repeating the word over and over again, louder and louder. We all thought it was incredibly funny, but at the same time it was really weird - we were perfectly in-sync and the louder we yelled the more hysterical our voices became. It felt as if we were really entering a religious fervor. My world started spinning and I decided not to fight it. I half closed my eyes, letting them go out of focus, and watched my friend’s faces spin around me, blurred and underlit by the candlelight.
Then it started happening.
I was the first to notice because I was closest to Miko and my hands were wrapped mostly around hers. She started trying to pull away her grip from mine, but I wouldn’t let her. I thought that she was just getting dizzy like I was. I wasn’t thinking clearly - I thought it was really fun. I thought she was just getting scared. I could hear her squeaking something quietly, but with my eyes half closed I didn’t bother to look. Instead I concentrated on the chanting - louder and louder.
“Cum!”
“Cum!”
“Cum!”
“Cum!”
I felt Miko’s hand begin to shake. It started to feel clammy and cold.
“Cum!”
“Cum!”
“Cum!”
“Cum!”
Our chanting reached a feverish crescendo. Suddenly I felt Miko’s hand wrench away from mine. I opened my eyes just in time to see Miko’s body sail up into the air and plummet down stomach first onto the coffee table with an incredible crash. She fell right onto the candle, extinguishing it immediately, and crushing everyone’s hands underneath her body. She was saying something, but I couldn’t hear her in the pandemonium.
At first everyone thought Miko jumped on the table as a joke. Sally was even laughing while Kate complained about her twisted finger. It had all happened so fast that I wasn’t sure what I had seen, but I could have sworn that she had been lifted off the floor and thrown forward.
Then she screamed.
“Mmmmf!”
It was really more of a loud squeak than a scream, but it cut through the joking like lightening. Suddenly everyone was running for the lights and trying to figure out what was wrong. The lights came on in a flood and there was Miko, lying face first over the coffee table, writhing and squirming like she had swallowed an electric eel. Her arms were sweeping across the tabletop wildly, knocking things off, her face was scrunched up in a button, her knees banging around. Between gasps she was trying to say something, but couldn’t find the words. Instead she groaned loudly.
Nyssa grabbed her and tried to calm her down, but it didn’t seem to make any difference. Miko writhed all the more. Finally she said something, but it was in Japanese and I couldn’t understand.
She seemed set on the words and she kept repeating them frantically. Nyssa understood a little Japanese - “I think she is saying ‘It hurts - it’s inside me - big!’”
“Uggggg! Biiig!!!” Miko pleaded, catching the translation.
“What’s big? What hurts Miko? Tell us so we can help you!” We all stammered, talking at the same time.
Miko scrunched her eyes and bit her bottom lip. She looked like she was valiantly struggling to hold back any sounds, but suddenly her body lurched forward and she moaned deeply and loudly.
“UUUUGGGGggg!”
Then, with one hand she started clawing at her skirt. She tried pulling it down over her ass at first, but couldn’t concentrate, so instead she gathered it up in a ball and pulled it up over her waist exposing the white and pink panties underneath.
We were all bewildered and a little alarmed. I thought that maybe she was having a seizure. Then Miko started grabbing for her panties, making to pull them to one side. Nyssa tried to take her hand but it was too late, Miko hooked her fingers around the hem of her panties and yanked them to one side. I wanted to look away but in one motion she had completely exposed herself to us.
Even though I am a woman I had never seen another woman’s pussy so completely before. Miko was sprawled over the low lying table with her ass sticking up in the air and everything from the tight, pink crinkle of her asshole to the dark valley of her pubic hair was thrust out for all of us to see.
But what was even clearer than that was the way her pussy was open in a round tunnel! It was as if some invisible penis of huge proportions was filling it.
“Oh My God!” Nyssa stammered, stumbling backward in shock.
I screamed.
It was complete chaos after that. Kate was scrambling for the phone, screaming “Oh My God! Oh My God!”
I was running around in a half circle, alternating between looking away and staring intently. I was completely freaked. I can’t begin to describe those first few moments when you realize that something supernatural actually exists. It shatters everything - everything that you believe - academics, spirituality, everything. But there it was - right in front of me! Miko was writhing and something was raping her - I could see her pussy widening as it took it in and relaxing as it backed out. Something was driving into her - holding her to the table - spreading her apart.
Kate pressed the buttons on the phone madly, screaming into the receiver, “Oh God, Hurry! Oh God!”
Nyssa was trying to pull Miko away, but Miko was actually gripping the rim of the table with all her might as she writhed so it was no use. Her eyes were closed and her face was completely red. A trail of wet tears bubbled from the corners of her eyes and streaked across her cheeks. She was being raped right in front of us!
Her moaning got louder and more rhythmic- Her body began rocking more regularly, her pussy stretching in rhythmic undulations. The rhythm was growing faster, more urgent. Soon it grew so fast that it seemed that one thrust was falling right on top of the next. Without a word we knew - we knew as all women do - that the tumbling avalanche of a male orgasm was inevitable.
“Uggg!”
“Uggggg!”
“Uuuuugggg!”
Miko’s fingers whitened as they gripped the rim of the table - her body rocking, her hips jerking forward and backwards.
“911 - hello, can I help you?” Kate ignored the voice on the phone - we were all speechless - she just held the phone to her ear and watched dumbstruck.
“Uuuuugggg!”
“Uuuuuuugggg!”
“Uuuuuuu!”
Suddenly Miko’s hips jerked backwards and froze, quivering in suspended animation. For a millisecond - for a long, long millisecond - time seemed to hold still. I don’t think I even breathed. The very air seemed charged with sexual tension. For a brief second I thought I saw the outline of something huge and inhuman wavering into existence behind her. Then Miko’s eyes opened as wide as saucers. She let out a breathless scream that sent shivers through my spine. Her back arched violently. She drew herself up with her arms, her legs tensed as rigid as poles - I couldn’t see from my angle since I was standing in front of her, but it was clear that she was completely impaled from behind. I knew that at that moment it must have started to cum inside of her, but I couldn’t imagine how that was possible or what that even meant. All I knew is that her face looked completely startled. She let out a waling cry like either she was cumming for all her life or she was dying - I really couldn’t tell which. All I knew is that Nyssa was not going to let it happen. I saw her from the corner of my eye as she charged across the room and flew through the air, tackling Miko with all her force.
There was a jarring impact as Miko was pried loose from the thing impaling her and then the two girls went tumbling across the floor in a pile of arms and legs. Almost immediately afterwards I felt something splash against me - like someone had thrown a milkshake into my face - or a bucket of ice-cold water. It sprayed across my face, across my chest - all over me. But no sooner had I felt it then it was gone - it completely evaporated! I screamed and fell backwards trying madly to wipe it off, but there was nothing to wipe - everyone looked at me wiping my face and chest frantically, but they couldn’t see anything either.
I was delusional - I almost started tearing off my own clothes just to feel clean. For almost an hour later I could feel the tingle of where it had sprayed against me.
I had been standing at least three feet away from Miko at the time - I had been too scared to get any closer - and I knew exactly what had happened. The thing had cum on me. All the cum that was meant for Miko squirted on me when Nyssa had pulled her free. The thing came on me! Gallons of it -or at least it felt like gallons - I don’t know how much - a lot! And there was not a trace left!
As you can imagine the next few hours were spent in a blur of hysterics. We almost trampled each other in our mad dash to get out of the dorm. We called the police at Nyssa’s place. That’s where we ended up crashing for the rest of the night. Not that we slept any - first we wanted to get Miko to a hospital. We wrapped her in a blanket and rushed her there trying to calm her, but she couldn’t stop crying. She hardly said anything in English at all. At some point or another we all apologized to her - Sally was the most pathetic - she thought it was all her fault and kept apologizing to us all over and over.
We really didn’t know what to do - I mean, after that, how could you go back to school and study like nothing happened? How could you even tell anyone - your parents for example - that a ghost or a demon or the devil had raped one of your best friends? It was just too much.
But we told everyone anyway - we told the entire hospital staff. We told our parents - we figured that there were five of us so they had to believe us. Although everyone was concerned, we could tell that no one really believed us - I mean no one really, truly believed us. They probably thought we had done some kind of crazy drugs or something. In any case we couldn’t deal with our schoolwork. We skipped classes for the next week. Somebody talked to the dean for us and we were given some time off.
The hospital found nothing at all wrong with Miko. They checked her for STD’s, they checked her for sperm, for drugs, they even screened her for physiological illness - but there was nothing out of the ordinary. They said she was as healthy as an aerobics instructor. Kate was even so bold to ask if Miko’s pussy seemed unusually stretched! That certainly raised some eyebrows, but they said that they couldn’t see any obvious signs of damage.
The most amazing thing was how quickly things return to normal. They just do. Even by the next day things started stabilizing. There were no more ghosts - nothing but cars, people, and food. Even so, we did everything together - we were scared to go to the bathroom alone so we would leave the door open a crack and talk to each other while we did our business. For the first few days we even showered together in pairs. Under different circumstances that may have been more interesting, but under the current circumstances nothing remotely sexual could even enter our minds.
At least that was the unsaid rule - it was all supposed to have been so incredibly horrifying. But secretly - very, very secretly - I had found it thrilling. Horrible and thrilling at the same time. I felt tinged with an unshakable sense of sexual tension that hovered around me like static electricity. But admitting that to my friends would be as wrong as saying you were happy that somebody’s mother had died. It was just plain taboo.
So life went on. The most amazing one of us all was Miko - she seemed to recover so quickly that it was abnormal. It was so abnormal that we were sure she was suppressing her emotions. We all agreed that was a very unhealthy thing to do because they would come back to haunt her later in life so we tried to pull them out of her. We tried to encourage her to cry. We promised our undying friendship and love. We even bought books on rape. But she was like a wall - maybe it was because she is Japanese, but we really couldn’t tell what she was thinking. She was determined to force things back to normal. She was even the first to suggest that we start to go back to our classes. Hell, if I was in her shoes, I would have gotten the first ticket back to Japan, but Miko was determined to finish her stay in the States and none of us were going to dissuade her.
The one thing none us would do was enter the dorm. Since Sally, Kate and I had shared the place we had to try and find a new one. The school helped us out there - within a week they moved us to a new place - they even got some men to gather our stuff and bring it over. The only bad thing was that they couldn’t find a place big enough for all three of us, so instead they found two places - both small enough to be broom closets. There was no way all three of us could fit so I ended up living alone. It would have been great, but I was scared shitless and for a long time I couldn’t face being there. So, instead, I crashed every night at Sally and Kate’s new place. I shared Sally’s bed with her on some nights and Kate’s on others. It was tight - there was not even room for a couch - but being uncomfortable seemed better than being alone.
Eventually it became clear that our trauma - our “paranormal event” as we called it - was over. The long and the short of it was that we had summoned something and it had raped Miko - end of story. By the end of the next month I even started sleeping in my own apartment. Things started looking up. Miko, by the way, assured us that she was not pregnant.
It was almost a month later. Things between the five of us had returned to normal - or almost normal. As much as we tried to hide it, our friendships were obviously strained. It was infuriating because you would think a traumatic event like ours would have brought us even closer together, but the fact was that it worked the other way around. Suddenly we had nothing to talk about - none of us felt free to joke around any more. Everyone was too tied down by concern or guilt to be normal. We tried to talk it all out - to give each other big, warm hugs - but that only served to make things more awkward. Sleeping and showering together didn’t help much either; neither did the stress from our failing grades.
Some days I would even avoid my friends all together. The same was true for everyone else - especially Miko. She began to distance herself in a major way. She was actually quite rude to us - once she even pretended she didn’t see me as we walked past each other. We all forgave her though - I mean, after all, she was the one who it happened to.
I often asked myself what would have happened if it had been me. I mean, why her? Why the Japanese exchange student? Had it been completely random? Was it because she was more beautiful than the rest of us? Was it because she was Japanese? Did she smell different? We didn’t have any idea.
I don’t know exactly when I began to suspect that something was wrong. Something about Miko’s behavior made me suspicious - something more serious than just normal awkwardness between friends. It was like a sixth sense ringing in my head. I think I knew what it was subconsciously even before I knew it consciously.
It all came to a head during a literature class that I shared with Miko. From the moment I saw her walk into the class my sixth sense was ringing like a buzzer. She seemed really agitated. She moved in short, hurried steps, all the time looking around her as if she suspected everyone of plotting to steal the schoolbooks she had clutched to her chest. She looked like a little mouse or a nervous chicken. But even though she was looking around like a nervous chicken she didn’t seem to really notice anything at all. I was pretty sure that she hadn’t even noticed me, and I was sitting only two rows away! I stared at her for a long time. It was only then that I noticed how thin and disheveled she looked. She had dark rings under her eyes as if she wasn’t sleeping well and she was dressed much too warmly for the weather. The rest of us were in T-shits and jeans and she was in a sweater and thick skirt with leggings.
The class began but I hardly took my eyes off of her. She never once stopped fidgeting. She shifted in her seat as if little bugs were crawling all over her. She was staring straight ahead, pretending she was concentrating intently on the lesson, but I could tell that she was thinking about something else. I watched her start to chew on her bottom lip as she squirmed. She glanced around again quickly, but I averted my eyes just in time so that she didn’t notice me.
Her breathing seemed to be growing harder too. I was getting scared. Something was definitely up. I watched her rub her legs together slowly - I kept thinking, “No, it couldn’t be happening now - here - in front of everyone!”
Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment. She bit down on her lower lip a little harder. I felt chills run up and down my spine. Suddenly she exhaled sharply, snapping her pencil between her thumb and her finger with a loud snap and sending a small shower of spit from her mouth. The next second she stood up, smoothed out the front of her skirt in a short, brisk movement, stuffed her notebook into her knapsack, wheeled around and left the room. Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Even the professor paused for moment before continuing with the lecture.
I waited a moment before going out after her. She was moving so fast that I almost lost her. She still had her books clutched tightly to her chest and she was leaning forward almost at a 30 degree angle as she walked. It was the fastest I have seen anyone walk without running. I didn’t really care what other people thought so I jogged. I had to if I weren’t going to lose her! I stayed far enough behind her thought so that she didn’t notice me.
She forged along through side streets turning here and there as if winding through a maze. At first I thought that she knew where she was going, but after a while I realized that she was just looking for something. Then, all at once, she seemed to find it. She abruptly turned into an abandoned warehouse/factory where most of the windows were shattered. I couldn't imagine what she was doing in a dirty, lonely place like that, but I was determined to find out.
I waited a few moments and slipped through the door behind her. The door opened to a small entranceway. There was a pair of big, rusty doors directly in front of me leading to the main factory floor and a dirty stairway that led off to the right. At first I didn’t know which way to look, until I noticed Miko’s bag and books laying scattered half way up the steps. I figured that she must have dumped them there in her rush.
My heart was pounding as I climbed the steps. I went up slowly, one step at a time. I had no idea what I was going to find on the next level. I was tempted to turn away - to call the police - but in hindsight I think I knew all along.
I heard Miko before I saw her.
She was talking to herself, panting slightly, her voice hushed and soft.
“Oh god… Ohhhhhhh…..”
Tingles shot through my spine. I followed her voice down the corridor until I came to a doorway that was still slightly ajar. Miko was inside.
“Oh…. Yessss…..” She hissed.
“Uummmmm…”
The door had four small grimy windows inset about eye level, but one of them was broken. Slowly I inched my face in front and peered inside.
Miko was on all fours again, half straddling an old desk, half on a chair. She seemed to be struggling to get onto the desk fully, but there was no strength in her arms. She slid her body forward across the desk, pressing her cheek against the top, and folding her arms into her chest. Her eyes were closed and her breathing ragged. She was still biting her lower lips, grinding them between her teeth so that they were swollen red and puffy.
She gasped again, swinging her ass in the air and continuing to wiggle forward onto the tabletop. She knocked the chair over during her struggles with a loud clang and I jumped slightly from the noise. But she didn’t seem to notice. Even without the help of the chair she managed to get onto the table, pulling her knees up to her stomach so that she was curled doggy style on its surface.
Her mouth opened and she groaned softly.
My heart was thumping so loudly in my chest that I could almost hear it. I was so nervous that I thought I was going to throw up. I started to get dizzy - I had to pull myself away before I passed out. I pressed my back against the wall next to the door, clutching its cool surface with my splayed hands as I tried to catch my breath. I could hear Miko moaning and murmuring in the next room. It was there - the thing - raping her again! But it wasn’t raping her - she was not acting at all like it was a rape. The thing was in the very next room - right next to me! I knew I should run, but I just couldn’t. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I knew Nyssa would never have thought twice about what to do - she would have saved her friend. But me, I couldn’t even move. All I could think about is how much Miko seemed to like it.
“Oh God.. Yes…. YES…..Oh God…” The rest was in Japanese.
It was getting louder, but still I couldn’t move.
“Yessss… Oh god Deeper! Deeper! OhGodDeeper! DeeperDeeperDeeper!”
I couldn’t stand it any longer: I leaned over and looked into the room.
Miko was still on the table, rocking back and forth on her knees. Her face was pressed against the tabletop with her hands to either side of her face, palms down to supported her weight as she rocked forward. Her skirt was up over her ass, and her panties half way down her thighs.
“OOOHHHhhhhh!!!” she groaned, “OHHHHHHhhhhhh!!!!”
A lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Miko was thrusting backwards with her hips, grinding her ass in a small circle. Her hands started crawling over her own body - one went down over her own breasts and down between her own legs.
The thrusting and groaning was growing faster and harder every second that I watched. Soon her body was being tossed forward and backward like a rag doll. It was completely insane! Her entire body seemed to lift off the table an inch or so between each thrust, only to come crashing down again a moment later.
Miko was going out of control. Her moaning and screaming was frantic. The hand between her legs was working furiously. I was sure that she was cumming by now.
“YYYYYESSSSsss!!!! YYYYYESSSSsss!!!! YESYESYESYES!!!! YYYYYESSSSsss!!!!!!!!”
“Oh my GOD YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSsss!!!!”
On the last orgasmic scream Miko pounded her hips backward and held them there. She suddenly gripped the sides of the table and pressed her entire upper body flat against the surface - mashing her chest flat. Her cheeks flushed pink, her mouth opened wide, her legs spread as wide as her panties would allow - and then she bubbled over into a scream so intense that no sound came out at all. Her whole body trembled at the shock of that one scream. I knew it was cumming inside her - that ice-cold milkshake that I had felt spray onto my face from three feet away was pouring right inside of her. And she was cumming too; there was no doubt about that.
She knelt there trembling for what seemed like forever as the thing finished inside of her. Again I thought I saw a flickering of something huge and inhuman poised directly behind her. As I watched her taking it in she looked to me like the perfect offering - her womb like a cup filling with liquid.
Then, all at once, It ended. Her body slumped forward like a sac of rice and she groaned in fatigue. She looked ravished. At first I thought she might be dead, but my heart leapt with joy as I saw her chest move. Slowly her eyes fluttered open.
That’s when she saw me.
That moment was the hardest moment in my life.
“Miko… I…. How long has it been going on? Why haven’t you told us?” I stammered, stepping part of the way into the room. I was still afraid to go all the way in just in case the thing was still in there with her, but everything seemed to have returned to normal.
Slowly Miko sat up so that her feet were dangling over the edge of the table. She looked thinner, more gaunt. Her hair had become an unkempt nest that partially covered her face. She noticed my hesitation about coming in and smiled. “They’re still here you know…” She was looking around her at the walls and ceiling.
I didn’t know what to think - was she being serious? Was she delirious? Was she just joking? Or was something really inside the room with us? I stepped back slightly, but I was too proud or too confused to run away.
“They’re all around us… All around you” she continued, looking directly at me.
“Miko, please, stop this. I’m really freaked - is there something really here? Can you see it?” I asked looking around me frantically. My voice was tinny and whiny, but I was really scared.
“See them? No… I can’t see them… But I can hear them.” She got up now and moved closer to me. I was so scared that I thought I was going to bolt like a rabbit, but I didn’t want to abandon my friend.
She came right up to me and touched my face with her hands: they were so startlingly cold that I flinched.
“Listen Niki… Listen hard - I know you will be able to hear them too if you try.” She was looking right at me - it was one of those relentless gazes that are almost palpable.
“I don’t want to hear them, Miko! I want to go!” I stammered.
“Then go.” She said waving her hand dismissively.
“But…Miko, won’t you come with me? Let’s get out of here together! Let’s go and get help!” I was sniveling and whining so much that I felt slightly ashamed.
“Shhh” she hushed.
She caught my wrist gently in her hand and smiled warmly. She looked back into my eyes with a curiously tender expression - it reminded me a little of the way adults look at a baby when they think its cute. She began to gently pet the top of my hand with her thumb. Then she began to rock her head slightly as if she was keeping a beat.
I had no idea what was going on. We stood there in silence as I tried to figure it out - was she going to come with me or was I going to go alone? My heart was beating like a drum.
“MMMmmm!” She whispered. “Oooohhhh”
I stared at her with the most puzzled look on my face imaginable. What the hell was she doing?! It sounded like she was imitating someone having sex.
“Ohhhh…” “yesss”
Then she made a sound like paper being crumpled. Then she made a scratching sound like nails across a blackboard. Then a sound like a woosh of water. Then more moaning. Then a clicking and a screeching.
Then I screamed.
I don’t think I have ever screamed so loud in my life. I screamed so loud that it felt like I was dragging my throat across sandpaper. All of a sudden I understood what she what she was doing - she was trying to make me hear them. The knowledge hit me like a thunderbolt. I stumbled backwards staring at Miko in horror. I had heard them - only for a second, but nevertheless I had heard them and she knew it! It was just like the sounds she had imitated - groaning, screeching, wind, wooshing. She grinned as if she had given me a great gift.
That’s when I totally freaked. I ran away so fast that I fell half way down the stairs, bruising my shins badly. I was blind with tears - my skin was as white as a ghost. I didn’t care where I went - only that it was far away. I must have looked like a mad woman as I stumbled through the streets and down into the subway. I can’t begin to describe what I had heard - it was too alien - it was like listening to another realm of existence. The sounds were cold, brutal, and hungry. It was like listening to the winter wind whipping through an alleyway. The screeching was like metal grinding on metal. The subway, when it came, screeched like that and it nearly made me jump out of my skin. But the screeching I had heard was much colder than the screeching of the subway - it reverberated loneliness - it was somehow alive.
There were other sounds too. Lots of sounds. Women’s voices moaning - an endless sea of women’s voices. It was maddening. The worst part was that I knew without a doubt that the sounds I had heard had been around me before Miko had shown me how to listen to them. I don’t know since when - it could have been since that first night - or it could have been forever. I couldn’t tell which. It was like noticing something new about your neighborhood that you had never noticed before, but that had always been there. All I know is that once I heard them it was impossible not to hear them. The sounds were suddenly all around me - tormenting me.
The next few days were a blur. I was tormented. The sounds were not constant - they were illusive. It was much, much more insidious that way: I could only hear the sounds when I wasn’t concentrating on them. I would be doing something else, like picking up something that dropped, or reaching for a cup when all of a sudden I would realize that I had unconsciously been listening to them. I would freak out, unsure whether I had really been listening to them, or whether I was just imagining things. It got worse though - sometimes I thought I had felt something. I would be opening a door or just falling asleep, my mind would be momentarily distracted, when I would realize that something had brushed against me. I would start trembling with fear, the color draining out of my face like water flowing down a drain - but then there would be nothing. I wouldn’t even be sure whether something had really touched me. I was never sure of anything! Sometimes I could feel the tingle of where I thought they touched me for minutes afterwards, but I was never sure. If you think about any part of your body for long enough you’ll start to feel things. The overall effect was that I never had a moment’s rest.
I don’t know why I didn’t go to my friends. I wasn’t thinking clearly - I thought that they would put me in the hospital and I would end up in a room with white padded walls - or maybe pumped full of drugs. I was also afraid that if I described the sounds I heard to them, then maybe they would hear them too and I couldn’t live with that.
One time, when I was riding the subway, I was almost absolutely sure that something had touched me. I felt it on my inner thigh - like if someone had brushed a wet sponge against my leg. It was three days after I had followed Miko into the warehouse and I was sick of it. I just wanted to be free from the torment, so I tried my best to ignore what I had felt. Almost as soon as I did I felt it again. My heart froze. I was in a crowded subway, in the middle of the city - how could it be in there with me? I thought I was going crazy. I looked around me at the other people, but nobody seemed to notice anything at all. I tried to figure it all out - was it something particular that I did or thought about? I tried to remember what it was, but there was no pattern. Every time it happened I had been thinking something different. I thought that maybe it was something physical - maybe the way I held my hands, but that was also fruitless. Finally I decided that maybe it was just a state of mind - maybe I had to be in a receptive state of mind. I tried to recreate the state of mind that I had been in only a few moments before. I tried to distract myself into thinking about nothing, but it was not an easy thing to do. I struggled for a little while to empty my mind, but I couldn’t. Then, almost as soon as I gave up, I felt it again - an ice-cold sponge running up my leg, under my clothes.
The more I tried, the better I got at it. It was a trick of giving up concentration. If I let myself, I could feel them all around me. I had no idea what “they” were, but I could feel things shifting and wavering in and out of existence. Things were brushing against me, women were moaning - It was so real that I could hardly tell where I was. I was so sure that I was going to get fucked right there in the subway that I forced my way through the crowd and into the space between the subway cars. I stood outside trying to keep balance as the two cars rocked against each other and rushed along, but nothing else happened. I had lost my concentration - or lack of concentration - and I was too distraught to capture the same frame of mind that I had been in. It seemed that almost as soon as I had learned the trick I had unlearned it.
Things didn’t really begin to fall apart properly until that night.
It is almost impossible to resist some things. How can you control your own mind? Sometimes it does things before you can stop it. Open your eyes and try to not see. Put on music and try to not hear. Is it even possible? In the same way I could not stop myself from listening to the distant sounds of sex, the muted moaning, the slithering and sucking, the squishing and clicking of an alien world that was all around me. I could not grasp it - there was a mystery - there was something there to understand but I couldn’t quite get it. The more I listened the more pressing the mystery became and the more I lost myself in it.
I don’t know how to tell you what I did next except to just state it out straight and plain. I was in my room, alone. I was trying to understand things. I was trying to be brave. I was listening without trying to listen. It was so much easier to not think - to just do - to just be. My body was a wreck of hormones and emotions. I let myself slip a little - I relinquished a little control. I tried to act without thinking - to follow my instincts.
It was weird, but my instincts told me that the objects in my room were in the wrong place. I moved things around, rearranged things, and somehow the sounds became clearer. It was like tuning into a distant radio station.
I moved a book from one shelf to another, listening intently and trying not to be scared. As I moved the sounds tuned in and then faded. I tried other books. I moved on intuition - somehow I knew that the oven door had to be open - it was crazy but true. But when I opened it halfway I realized that the bed was in the wrong place! I dragged my bed a few inches towards the center of the room when I realized that now there was something else wrong. It was too complex - if I moved one thing, I had to move another thing back. It was like trying to put a jigsaw puzzle together with your eyes closed. It was a maddening mystery.
The longer and the more intently I listened to the moans and screams the more crazy I got. It was impossible to ignore them. It was like listening to a housemate have sex - no matter how muted the sounds filter through the walls, they disrupt your concentration like an invading army. You find yourself straining your ears to listen no matter how hard you tell yourself not to. You even find yourself imagining what position they are in, and judging their level of passion by the urgency and strength of their sounds. In just the same way I got lost in the alien world - My ears strained to hear clearly, I wanted to tune in.
I walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door - the sounds got better, louder. I walked over to the sink and turned on the tap - better. I shifted a chair - better. I tipped the garbage can. I rolled up the corner of the rug - better, better, better. Finally I went back to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk - I felt a sharp tingle of something unexplainable. I was getting closer to solving the mystery. I didn’t know what I was going to do with the milk, but it had to go somewhere else. I walked around with it in one hand. I tried to place it on top of my bookshelves, but it was wrong. I was going insane.
I closed my eyes. Listened. Screaming and moaning. Wind. Strange eerie rhythms.
I couldn’t take it anymore - I began to get really frantic. I ran back to the oven and slammed the door shut - it didn’t help. I kicked a shoe across the room - it didn’t help. I got really frantic. In a great huff I tried to shove my bed stand closer against the bed and in the process I ended up brushing my stomach against the corner. Suddenly I felt a jolt of pleasure. I had almost found what I was looking for! I wiggled a bit more - yes, that was almost it! I shifted a bit more and suddenly felt a jolt of pleasure as I brushed the soft mound of my groin against the rounded corner of the nightstand. Without thinking I shifted back and forth following the jolts of pleasure. I knew I was masturbating, but I was so ashamed that I couldn’t even bring myself to put down the milk and masturbate normally. Instead I lifted my leg a little higher and started grinding harder into the corner of the nightstand. I hardly dared to breathe. I had my eyes squeezed shut so tightly that I could see little red swirls and light spots just in front of my eyelids.
The pleasure was excruciating - both painful and unbelievably amazing - like scratching an itch raw. My mind was drowning in the endless echoes of moans - they were like ocean waves crashing in my ear. I was quickly losing control. I knew that it wasn’t going to take much to send me over the edge. I can’t tell you how ashamed I was, but I couldn’t stop. I jerked my hips faster and faster, my eyelids fluttering opened and closed and my cheeks flushing as I neared release. I felt stupid holding a carton of milk in one hand as I masturbated - the milk was dribbling out of the top in little streams as it sloshed around inside the container. But I was too crazy with passion to pause long enough to put it down.
Suddenly I felt something wrap around my hand! It was as if a giant clawed hand had wrapped around my own - something huge and alien, with clawed fingertips! I froze in shock as full extent of what was happening registered in my addled mind. I tried to pull my hand away, but it was like it was frozen in mid air. I couldn’t see anything but I could feel it. I could feel the rough callused skin of some creature’s palm against the back of my hand! Tears started to flow freely from my eyes as I struggled to get away. Then its grip tightened. With a simple squeeze it crushed the carton of milk in my hand - a fountain of milk squirted out the top, opening the carton and sending a small flood of white liquid over my knuckles and onto the rug.
Fear made me stop struggling. I stared at the half-crushed carton of milk anxiously. Slowly I became aware of another clawed hand gently descending onto my ass. It came to rest on my nightgown halfway over the small of my back and the curved protrusions of my ass. With a gentle nudge it restarted my stalled grinding. Obediently and submissively I resumed grinding my clit into the hard corner. Lust welled up inside me in a sudden eruption as I began to follow the rhythm dictated by the hand at my back. It moved me like a dancer would, always circling me tighter and tighter onto the hard knob of the corner. My thought processes started to blank out as I started to see nothing but white. It was all too much - the physical sensations melded with the mental. I moaned in agony. Faster and faster I moved until I was at the very brink. Then, the hand holding mine started slowly lifting my arm over my head and raising the carton of milk with it!
I looked up in a haze of passion - I was too far gone to even care - in fact I think I wanted them - I think I wanted to get fucked silly. The carton of milk hovered over my face as my hips ground rhythmically into the nightstand below. The milk sloshed at the very brink of spilling. In the end I don’t know who tipped it - me or them, but the milk poured out the crushed spout in a steady stream - half onto my chin and half into my gaping mouth. It spilled all over my face, all over my clothes, all over my bed. At that instant I went over the edge - I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I started to choke and gurgle on the milk - spitting it out in a spray as I came harder and harder. I came so hard that I started to pass out. I wavered as I felt my strength drain from my body. Suddenly blackness engulfed me as I crumpled to the ground.
I don’t know why they did it to me that way the first time - I think it was just to show me how powerless I really am. I think it was to debilitate me mentally. It was nothing compared to what they did to me next though. That night they would have me in ways that I could never have imagined!
I didn’t move for a long time. I just lay there looking around. I should have been more scared, but I think I was a little numb or shell-shocked. At first I couldn’t tell what was wrong - something seemed different. Then, all at once, I realized that the strange, lonely alien sounds were gone! I can’t tell you how ecstatic and free I felt at that moment. I realized now why I didn’t move until then - I was afraid of ruining the peaceful moment I was having.
Finally, though, I did get up. I got up like someone who had had an incredible night’s sleep. I got up refreshed. I got up a free woman. It was ludicrous, but I thought I had beaten them.
It was late at night - almost two in the morning, but I started to clean up anyway. I was brimming with energy and my place was a wreck. I started to rearrange things diligently. I put back the books that I had moved. I closed the oven door. I stepped out of my wet nightgown. It felt like I was tempting fate, but I was so convinced that I was free that I walked around my apartment completely naked.
It began when I gathered up my wet sheets in a big bundle and lifted them off the bed. I had just turned to walk across the room when all of a sudden I stopped dead in my tracks. Something was there!
I couldn’t see it, but my sixth sense was screaming like a steam whistle. My heart sank like a stone in water. I gulped down the lump in my throat and slowly backed away with trembling steps. I backed right into the bed, clutching the bundle of wet sheets to my naked chest. Something began tugging at them! I held on weakly, but slowly they slipped from my grasp, sliding through my hands like rope through a pulley. In a moment they were in a pile on the floor in front of me and I was standing completely naked at the edge of my bed, looking as white as a ghost. I could see nothing in front of me, but SOMETHING had pulled the sheets from my hands. I began to choke back my sobs.
Something pushed me gently by the shoulders - back and down. It was feathery but firm. I sat down on my bed compliantly - I had no fight left. The force on my shoulders continued to push - guiding me backward until I was lying face up on my bed with my knees hanging over the edge.
I don’t remember thinking anything much at all - all I know is that I was so nervous that I was having trouble breathing - my breaths came in short gasps like if I was pulling air through a straw. I was so scared that I was clamping my teeth shut so tightly that it felt like I was melding them together.
I lay there with my hands to my sides, staring at the ceiling and waiting for something to happen. Images of Miko getting raped poisoned my mind as I waited, making me dizzy with fear. It took so long that the room started to spin. I began hyperventilating. Then I felt it - the first feathery brush against my skin.
My hyperventilating got worse - my breaths came so quick and shallow that it felt like I wasn’t breathing at all. I was stiff with fear - my muscles were like steel bands. I could literally feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I could feel everything - smell everything, hear everything. If you have ever really been in danger you will know what I am talking about.
Something brushed against the inside of my neck, in the crook just below my left ear. It was like a gentle nuzzling and before I knew it I had reflexively moved my chin down towards my shoulder.
I don’t know why, but I tried to ignore it. With an act of will I straightened my head back up and stared at the ceiling intently. The nuzzling at my neck tickled immensely, but the only way I could keep my sanity was to pretend nothing was happening. I wanted to be defiant.
The nuzzling continued - a cold, icy softness that tickled against my neck insistently. Then the sounds returned - a moan so close that it could have been made right next to my ear, but it sounded distorted - like it was traveling through multiple shifting planes of existence. The moan was feminine, soft and alluring, but somehow alien. It had a serpentine quality, deep and luscious, yet sinister.
Another moan and that nuzzling against my neck grew stronger - I could hardly help but raise my shoulder to my chin to curl against it.
Then I felt something scraping a path from my armpit, down across the bottom of my right breast and down towards my belly button. It was like a single claw was tracing a pattern across my skin. It was overwhelming - it left a stinging path that bordered between ticklishness and pain. I squirmed away almost instinctively. Just then I felt another claw tracing a path down my left hip, along underside of my leg and towards the bottom of my knee.
“Oh God..” I croaked as I flopped on the bed, squirming one way to avoid the claw on my chest and the other to avoid the claw on my leg. More claws descended onto my body, tracing painful paths across my skin. I began to flop and squirm like a fish out of water.
Soon I realized that my ankles were held tight. I don’t know what it was - a pair of clawed hands, something else, I couldn’t be sure, but all I knew is that I couldn’t move them. Neither, too, could I get up. I tried but I had hardly lifted my head off the bed before something simply shoved me back down by the forehead; I bounced back with an awkward flop.
The moaning got louder - more feminine, more seductive. Whatever it was, it was getting turned on. I don’t know where the sounds were coming from - it felt like they were in the center of my brain. Soon the nuzzling turned into a nibbling - something with extremely sharp teeth was delicately scrapping them against my skin, gently squeezing my ear lobs between them with just enough pressure as to not puncture through. I felt defenseless - like a chick in the jaws of a lioness.
Something began combing through my hair, pulling my head back and exposing the underside of my neck further. Something soft slid across the hills of my upper chest and dipped between. Suddenly overwhelmed, I gurgled a strangled sort of moan. A shiver of electric lust shot through me; my shoulders completely left the bed for a moment as I twisted my body on my neck and flopped back down. Then something sharp slid across the small of my back making me lift my hips into the air and gyrate them in a tortured circle before flopping back down onto the wet mattress.
I squeezed my thighs together as tightly as I could - something soft had started circling up my inner thigh! The feminine moaning got louder. I guess it didn’t like my thighs locked together because suddenly I felt a sharp jolt of pain as four long nails dug into either side of my upper thighs just below the vee of my crotch and began a slow torturous journey downwards. I tried to keep my thighs squeezed together, but the pain was intense. Before they had moved half an inch I let them flutter open. The claws continued to scrape their way down, forcing my legs wider and wider apart until my knees touched the mattress at either side. I was completely exposed and stretched like a rubber band, but I didn’t dare to close them.
More claws descended on me - it felt like there were dozens roaming my body. There were softer sensations too, like ice-cold, roaming, nuzzling tongues… It was like they were sponging my body with otherworldly ether. A pointy claw lightly traced the contours of my face, sliding a nail along the underside of my jaw and then up across my bottom lip, pulling my lip downwards and letting it go in a sensual but painful pop. A soft spongy tongue slid across my breast, raising all the tiny hairs into rigid Goosebumps and hardening my nipple like rock.
I felt a single, ominous claw slide down the small of my back and down between the furrow of my ass cheeks. It scraped so painfully that I raised my hips clear off the mattress - still I felt it slide down between my ass cheeks and over the tender skin of my anus. To my utter horror it pressed itself delicately into my ass. My body arched to the very farthest extreme in an effort to avoid it - I was balancing solely on my tiptoes and the top of my head, but it was inevitable. I felt it slip in a quarter of an inch between the delicate pedals of my ass! I clamped down with all my might! I clamped down so tightly that the first, tiny penetration felt like a knife parting my soul.
“No…” I stammered as I felt it slip inside me. I remained arched in a dramatic leap, refusing to believe what was happening to me until I felt a pair of claws begin to rake across the outside of both my breasts, turning to cup them.
“No…”
Something began to delicately nuzzle into the soft hood of my clitoris.
I let my hips come crashing down onto the bed in a frantic effort to avoid the tongue-like thing that was working its way between the folds of my pussy and over the knob of my clitoris. No sooner had I done that then I felt the curved claw inside my ass gently lift my hips back into the air - let me tell you, there really is no resisting something sharp when it is in your ass...
I opened like a flower. My knees spread wider, my hips jut upwards, my ass cheeks squeezed tighter. The lapping at my clitoris grew more insistent. It began swirling, flicking, and slapping against the sensitive knob. The moaning in my brain got louder too.
I thought I was going to lose it. I really did. My brain was so overloaded with conflicting emotions and sensory input that I was like scrambled eggs. But, as much as it may seem like it, I was nowhere near cumming. I was too scared. I was too humiliated. I was too confused.
Then for a brief moment I had hope. Slowly the claw in my ass slipped out! I didn’t dare move my hips from where they were, but for a moment I had an irrational, short-lived flicker of hope. My hope shriveled as soon as the smooth tongue that was flicking at my clitoris began to take longer strokes - long, smooth strokes across my pussy and back across around my clit. Long, insistent, rhythmic stokes.
I couldn’t help but squirm. There was no denying it - it felt good. So good…
Then, slowly, the tongue-like appendage descended lower… and lower… and lower until it was swirling around the delicate entrance to my ass! I tried not to believe it - I tried to pretend it wasn’t true - but it began to press inside - into my ass! Tears streamed from my eyes as I tried to resist, but the more this went on the closer and closer I got to losing control.
I had never felt so violated. Somehow I could accept everything else that had happened to me, except this. This new violation was just too much.
In spite of all my resistance, in spite of all my clenching and squirming, the appendage began to wriggle inside! It didn’t go far - hardly a half an inch, but that was enough! I was gripped with fear that it would go in further - everything else, all the other sensations I was feeling paled in comparison to this one thing. My entire consciousness seemed to focus on this one wriggling appendage beginning to probe inside the wrong place.
My mind was screaming, “That’s the wrong place! No! Not there!” but it didn’t make any difference.
I don’t know what was worse, the apprehension that it was going to enter me fully, or the fact that it had entered me at all. I began to throw my hips wildly from side to side to try to get it out. My legs were still secured at my ankles by some unseen force and I could hardly move my arms - every time I tried, something would wrestle them back down to the mattress. I think it would have been better for me if they had simply held my arms still, but they didn’t. Instead they let me flop around, exhausting myself physically and mentally.
I don’t know how long this went on - I hardly remember anything clearly. All I know is that I was overwhelmed. The constant wriggling and teasing was driving me insane - chills ran through my spine in waves. I felt a growing heat begin to radiate through my body - growing hotter and hotter until I was burning up. I had never had anal sex before - I had never even imagined having anal sex before - and I had no idea what it would be like to have an anal orgasm. I didn’t even know if there was such a thing. But as the teasing and tickling continued I felt such incredible pent-up pressure building inside me that I started to go mad.
I totally forgot where I was. I totally forgot what I was doing. The only thing that existed was the teasing intruder flicking at the wrong gate to my body. The wild gyrations of my hips grew wilder still, and yet more rhythmic. I ground my hips into the air in tight spiraling circles and started to squeak between clenched teeth - my eyes shut tight and all my concentration focused inwardly.
I began to pray for release; beg for it. I wanted release so badly! I didn’t know what was going on. My mind was popping with arcs of synaptic energy. All I wanted was something to touch my clitoris - just one touch - one flick - and all my floodgates would have burst open. I would have cum mindlessly.
But they wanted more - and they got it. They got absolutely everything - they drove me totally insane.
When I finally came it was cataclysmic. Nothing ever did touch my clitoris - it was all from the half inch wiggling in my ass - and that was more than enough. Actually, I came in my mind long before I came in my body. I don’t know if you can understand that. The closest I can come to explaining it is by analogy: I was like a baby girl who falls and skins her knee. If you ever watch it happen you will know what I mean; there is a moment between the fall and the inevitable tears when time seems to pause. In slow motion the mother rushes to pick up her baby, the baby’s face begins to wrinkle as the pain registers… In just the same way I came. My hips jerked into the air, my voice caught in my throat - my mind went sailing over the edge - and I waited for my body to catch up.
When it did it seemed as if white-hot searing light burst from my every neuromuscular synapse. I came more violently than I have ever cum in my life. I came in tumultuous, incoherent, animal-like snarls and snorts! It was as if it had reduced me to my very base emotions. At that very moment my worst fear became reality - the appendage wriggling at the entrance of my ass thrust inside firmly and deeply. It wasn’t a tongue after all, but something much longer and thicker.
I felt pierced to my very core. I came again- oh my God did I CUM! I came in huge, heaving fits. I came screaming. I came in high-pitched screeches. I came so hard that it felt like I was crushing my insides. My entire abdomen fluttered in impossibly huge contractions and I couldn’t stop them. It was like dry heaving in reverse. I flopped on my bed mindlessly as a red haze descended over my senses.
Then I felt something bite onto my neck - it felt like my throat was being crushed between a giant pair of jaws. Rows of pointy teeth pressed against my skin. It felt like I was a fawn caught in a lion’s maw. Abruptly I stopped moving. I didn’t dare.
It didn’t kill me; instead it merely held me still as the appendage in my ass began to shaft deeper and deeper into me. Each thrust matched my cataclysmic orgasmic contractions. I could hardly move and I was cumming worse now than ever. The effect was devastating - my orgasms began to hammer directly into my mind with hardly a twitch from my body to soften their impact.
The organ in my ass, once soft and wiggly, had grown thicker and harder. I felt it inch deeper into my body with each thrust. It got so deep that it began to feel more medical than sexual. I knew it was going to cum inside me soon, and I yielded - I opened totally to accept it.
The first blast of its semen was like a rush of ice cold wind directly into my soul. My body contorted awkwardly - my back arched high enough so that my breasts were pointing backwards towards my face. I felt its semen shoot inside my body from the tip of its shaft directly into my ass. It was the same thick, ice-cold liquid that had splashed on me so many weeks ago. I felt it evaporate into nothingness almost as soon as it entered me, but it kept spraying inside anyway - flowing with such power that I began to writhe from the force.
It was so cold… I was freezing from the inside. I grew colder and colder the more it came. For the second time that night I felt myself slipping in and out of consciousness - I felt myself begin to go numb. But this was worse. This was like dying. Slowly I stopped thrashing. Slowly I stopped screeching. Slowly my muscles began to relax. The sperm continued to blast inside me. I felt death approaching like a soft cushion that would catch me as I fell towards it. I grew more and more peaceful until the only thing I became aware of was the constant feminine moaning that seemed to envelop me. I knew that in another second it would be all over.
Then, instead of death, I felt life. Its orgasm was over - and I had survived. I was dimly aware of my hips coming crashing back down onto the mattress. I was dimly aware of the room spinning around me. I was dimly aware of my laborious breathing…
I don’t know how long it took, but slowly I began to regain my senses. The first real thing I became aware of was the stucco patterns on the ceiling. I was lying on my back on my disheveled bed and I was completely naked - and I was drained of every bit of energy. It was a long time before I could summon enough strength to get up. I didn’t even care about being raped again - I knew that I couldn’t resist anyway. I was just too weak.
I looked at my clock - hours had passed. I had been raped.
I walked around town aimlessly. Once I had gotten it into my head that I had been raped I couldn’t let it go. I just kept repeating it to myself, making myself feel miserable. I began to say it out loud, “Niki, you’ve been raped.”
I would go to buy lunch and I would ask myself, “What does a raped girl eat? Hotdogs? Sausages?”
I would see other women pass me by and I would think, “Have they been raped? Did they cum when an invisible monster stuck it in their ass?”
I couldn’t get over it. It made it so much worse that I had cum. If I hadn’t cum I would have felt more like a victim, but, instead, I felt dirty. I felt like a whore. It wasn’t even in my pussy - somehow I convinced myself that it would have been more natural if it had been in my pussy.
“Of course I would have cum if something had fucked me so insistently in my pussy,” I reasoned, “that would only be normal…. But, no, instead you took it in your ass and you came like a cheap slut anyway!”
I was killing myself with shame and guilt. I even started comparing myself to Miko - I created the same kind of shameful diatribe, “…at least she got it normally - I, on the other hand, took it in the ass… because I’m a whore…because I like to get raped… ass raped… Niki likes it in the ass… ha ha! Niki loves it in the ass!”
You can probably imagine it. Sometimes the mind turns on itself - poisons itself. I was lethal. Nobody could have made me feel more miserable than I made myself feel.
The worst part; the very, very worst part, was that I couldn’t blame anyone. I couldn’t hide. I couldn’t run. I couldn’t have my rapist brought to justice, thrown in jail, tortured and punished. I wasn’t even safe from him - from it - from them. It was just a matter of time before it came back for me - before they came back for me. And I knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist them. I didn’t even know if I could stop myself from cumming!
I even started to make up a plan for the next time they came. I would ask them questions - I would figure out who or what they were and I would ask them to stop. As soon as I thought of the idea I started to feel a little better.
I even started talking out loud, “Hello, I don’t know if you can hear me - I don’t even know who or what you are…. But, please, I am begging you… Please go away. Take these sounds away! Don’t do it to me anymore. Don’t touch me anymore. Don’t touch my friend Miko - don’t touch any of my friends… I am sorry that we summoned you. We made a mistake. We are really, really sorry. I am really, really sorry. Please leave us alone.”
I was crying. I was looking around me, into thin air, praying to god, begging forgiveness and respite. I could not have been more earnest.
Finally I resolved to go and talk to my friends. Kate, Nyssa, and Sally had to know….