Blind

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Blind

My eyes were closed, and I was tired. I didn’t have to be anywhere today, so I wanted to sleep in. Just another hour, and then I would wake, I thought. The blankets were soft, down filled, and warm. I was in heaven.

Then came the sound. It was the sound of movement. I knew the sound of my cat padding across the ceramic tiles the covered the floor, and the sound of the breeze against the window. This sound was a quiet sound of massive proportions. My minds eye imagined a giant cat rustling across my bedroom.

I lay still as if I was frozen, and tried to breathe evenly. My paranoia was unfounded by my life experience, but I lay still as if I had played dead a thousand times. My mind slowly came alive, and filled with images of burglars. I hoped that in the large nest of the blankets I would be overlooked by the source of this noise. Even frozen, I heard the faintest rustle of fabric, and the silent jolt of the steel framed bed as it was bumped into.

The voice came next. It was deeper than any voice I had ever heard, and it spoke a language that was guttural and inhuman. My first thoughts were of Russian or German, but they did not make my hair stand on end like this did. I felt the words reverberate down my spine to my toes. It was a masculine voice, and as the words were spoken, or incanted, my toes curled. So deep were they rhythmically whispered, that I felt them thrum through me like music. It lulled me away from my fears, and my body relaxed.

I let my eyes fall open, and realized I could not see. It was so dark I could not see anything. There should have been dawn, or at the least a nightlight illuminating my sparse room. I panicked, and sat up with arms outstretched ready to ward off all that I could not see. My hands touched nothing, and my heart raced. Was I insane? Was this a dream? This could not be real!

I sat breathing hard with my heart racing. I then froze as I felt hot breath upon my outstretched hands. The whispered growls started again, and I pulled away. I scurried back against the piles of down pillows until my back was against the cold steel of the headboard. The bed shifted as some mighty weight was placed upon the foot of it.

“I can’t see!”, I cried to the rhythmic chanting, but it did not stop or slow. I felt the bed strain under whatever massive weight was upon it, as the deep chanting whispers came closer to my cringing form. I squeezed my useless eyes shut, and curled into a ball. No three persons could be big enough to strain the steel frame of my bed, and I lay terrified at what it could be.

I felt the hot breath over my face carrying the whispered guttural words I didn’t understand. I squealed in fear, and clutched myself tighter. The voice was erseerse, dark, and all things forbidden by the cultural norms that were the guide to my life. They pulled at my body with each syllable. They pulled at my mind, and caused me to become paralyzed with fear. The chanting words were countered by the racing beats of my heart.

Then came silence. It was so abrupt I felt as if I had been struck. The massive thing above me sat still and quiet, but still very much there. I could hear my heart racing in my ears, but nothing else. The air was expectant, and heavy. All I could hear was my own breathing coming in ragged gasps on the verge of hyperventilating.

I felt a rough touch on my chin that forced my face up. I whimpered in fear, and my eyes strained to see through the blackness. I felt that hot breath across my face, and I was forced to look upwards at it. I heard him whisper deeply to me without the chanting cadence of before, and a second touch brushed my hair out of my face.

“You will not be harmed”, the voice growled. I was shocked by the words being spoken so I could understand.

“I can’t see! Please! Who are you?!” I cried. The words starting piling up as I began hoping I could reason with this voice.

“You will be blind until we are done. Do not speak, or I will silence you as well. You will help me one way, or another . . .” the voice left the threat hanging in the air between us. His breath was very hot as if his face was inches from mine. I felt the rest of his massive hand under my chin and across my neck as if to drive the point home. The hand was larger than anyone’s had a right to be. I shivered from that hot breath across my face, and the hand across my neck.

“Do you understand? You will be fine.” He asked. I nodded into his hand, and then heard him chuckle. He patted the top of my head with his other hand, and I heard him say, “Good Girl. You can make noise, but no speaking.”

My shiver had turned into shaking. I was blinded somehow, and my mind raced at how this could have happened. I was only dressed in an old T-shirt and some granny undies. I was near naked with a man that was larger than was possible on my bed.

I felt a third touch to my left ankle. Something smooth, and snakelike slid around it. I couldn’t help but cry out. My mind could only wonder what the fuck was that?! It wasn’t a hand! Did this thing have a tail? I heard chuckling, and then the chanting started up again.

The chanting was once again rhythmic, and deep enough to send shivers down my spine. I could hardly breathe, and was scared enough that I felt I couldn’t catch my breath. I blinked several times, and then squeezed my eyes shut before opening them again. Nothing but blackness rewarded my efforts.

I felt whatever was wrapped around my ankle pull me down the bed. I panicked once again and struggled. There wasn’t any competition between us. I was a rag doll to this thing. All I did was twist a bit as I was stretched out on the bed.

The blankets and pillows were moved out from under, and around me. The chanting never slowed as this happened, and his hands and whatever held my ankle never left me either. I was then pulled down to the center of the bed. The bed shifted as his massive weight moved off of it to the floor at the foot of the bed. I felt other snake-like things wrap around my other ankle and both my wrists, and I was pulled spread eagle before him. I whimpered and jumped with every touch.

The chanting was more than a whisper now, and I felt his hands brush my hair from my face. I felt his fingertips, and tried to learn what I could from the touch. Either he was wearing some odd hardware, or he had some wicked claws on each fingertip. I had no doubt that whatever this creature was, that it wasn’t human.

I was also fairly sure that this ritual or rite was the real thing. All that paltry crap that the pagans espoused was but a kiddy toy version of this. This was real, and he was real. I was some component for his ritual. Maybe I was an alter, or maybe a battery. I clung to his words that I would be unharmed. I hoped that meant I wouldn’t be some sacrifice. Did nonhuman monsters make human sacrifices? If they did, to what?

I felt some soft touches across my belly, and jumped with a small cry. I was scared to make any noise. I had no doubt, with the way he moved me with no effort, that he could twist my neck just as easily until it broke. I knew where this was leading, and was not sure how to wrap my mind around it.

The touches were soft, and in time to his voice. There were several of the snake-like appendages lightly touching my exposed belly. I had no way to yank the shirt down, and I doubted it would have made any difference. His chanting was so deep and rhythmic that I felt my body relax into it, and the touches. I made my decision, and stretched out on the bed. I would go willingly to whatever fate this was.

I felt his hand pat me on the head once again in what seemed to be approval. Then I felt that claw trail lightly down my cheek to my neck. It lingered there for a moment, tracing my collarbones, before heading down to catch on my T-shirt. I jumped as the shirt was pulled abruptly and ripped down the front. I shivered as his hot breath exhaled across my naked breasts. I felt the shirt pulled from under my body, and heard it land across the room.

For a few moments I lay there with goose bumps across my tits, listening to that guttural chanting, and feeling his breath hot on my skin. I shivered, but only half out of fear. I was anticipating his next touch.

My wrists and ankles were pulled tight, and I squealed at the unexpected motion. I felt the soft snake-like touches start once again to softly touch my belly in rhythm to the incantation. They didn’t contain themselves to my belly, though, but trailed up to my ribs. I could tell without seeing them, that my nipples were tight and erect. I wasn’t sure the goose bumps were from fear or cold anymore.

I could feel his words play across my body. So deep were the rhythmic words that they pulsed across my spine, and down to my undies. I felt my eyes half close as each chanwordword throbbed across me.

I felt his clawed hands touch my sides, and rub up across my ribs to my breasts. I arched into his touch. I could feel him roll my nipples in his fingers just hard enough to make them ache for more. My breath caught, and I whimpered. This time it wasn’t because I was scared. He pinched both nipples tighter, and I arched my back farther. I pulled against his hold on my limbs, pushing up into his hands. I heard the barest chuckle through his chanting, and I felt his fingers like clamps. I moaned loudly, and bit my lip as I pushed into the delightful pain.

He pulled at my nipples, and those other touches kept running along my chest driving my crazy. I was anxious, but wondered lustily if those light touches would snake their way to my undies.

One of the lighter touches on my stomach felt wet, and tongue-like, as it snaked it’s way up my right breast. I felt his hand move, and that small mouth work it’s way up, and onto my nipple. His clawed hand gripped my whole breast, as the small mouth wrapped around my nipple. I moaned as I felt it begin to suck hard. It was almost too much to bear because it rode the line between pain, and pleasure so closely. I cried out, and twisted. I alternately pulled away, and pushed into it. It was so intense, I was shocked as I felt a second mouth clamp over my left nipple. I cried out loudly, and writhed on the bed.

After what seemed like an eternity, I became aware of my own need. My panties felt wet and tight, as all my writhing had caused them to ride up the crack of my ass. I widened my legs as wide as them would go hoping he would notice. The chanting grew louder, and the mouths sucking in rhythm with his words. Every breath he exhaled hotly across my body caused me to arch, and pull.

I jumped as one of his hands wrapped around my right hip. His hand was so huge, that he held me immobilized with little effort. I felt my ankles being drawn up, causing my knees to bend. More snake-like touches wrapped around my legs at the knees pulling them wide apart. I was lying there exposed, but achingly impatient. I hoped he would touch me, or breath on me, or chant louder!

His other hand touched my belly, startling me. He dragged one claw down to my undies, leaving a trail of delightfully stinging flesh behind it. I felt my undies being pulled uncomfortably tight into my ass before I heard them rip. He pulled them out from under me, and they were gone leaving my lower lips to feel the shock of being exposed to the air.

I felt his hot breath exhale on my lips, and I moaned and my body jerked. I felt those tiny mouths clamp down with tiny teeth. I saw stars, and felt my pussy throb with wet need. When I caught my breath, I moaned. Without words my moan conveyed my need, and my impatience.

I felt my knees being pulled open, and I didn’t fight it. I twisted and arched my back, pushing my breasts into those torturous mouths. I felt those snake-like soft caresses start at my thighs, and begin to work up to my center. I pushed towards them in my impatience.

His words came faster and louder, as they built towards a crescendo. Each syllable played across me, and felt as if the bass of a stereo had been turned up fully. I could feel my skin quiver with each incantation.

Those light touches on my thighs worked very slowly towards my waiting soft mound. When the first one brushed the hair that curled around my lower lips I moaned loudly, and strained against the grip on my arms and legs.

I felt myself being pulled open lightly, and gently. I could tell I was already slick and wet. I had never felt this wet before with any of my other lovers, but now I was dripping. I felt the lightest touch brush the inside of my lips and I cried out in frustration. I had never felt such need.

Then one of the light touches felt wet on my thigh, and mouth-like. It licked and sucked its way upward. I felt it brush across my lips, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. It’s wet tongue played in my lips, dipping deep into me before tracing a line to my clit.

The first touch to my clit was electric. I felt my body jerk, and heard the chanted words booming in time with my writhing. I was being played like some sort of instrument, and was perfectly on cue. That little mouth flicked, sucked, and nibbled at my most sensitive place relentlessly.

I was crying out, and moaning continuously now. I had forgotten to fear making noise, and could not have helped myself anyways. I could have been heard miles away.

I felt one of the snake-like feelers trace up my neck, and play across my lips. I opened my mouth for it, licking with my tongue at its blunt end. It danced just out of my range with coyness in order to tease me.

Finally, I felt it relent and slide into my waiting mouth. I wrapped my lips around its smooth phallic shape, and sucked for all I was worth. I played my tongue across the tip, flicking and sucking for effect. I carefully let my teeth nip playfully at it to show my impatience. I was rewarded by my inhuman lover groaning as he chanted.

The mouth lavishing it’s attention on my clit began to suck harder, and I moaned around a full mouth of my own. I almost lost sight of what I was doing completely. I felt my stomach grow tight, and like I could hardly breathe as I came closer to my own ecstasy.

His chanting rang loud and fast across my room. I knew it wouldn’t be long now. I writhed against the ecstatic agony of the small teeth pulling at my nipples, and the wet mouth pulsing on my clit. I was being suspended in this state of wanton need.

Then I felt something smooth, and wide push against my pussy lips. It slid across them wetly, and I bucked my hips involuntarily. Then I felt it push slowly inside, stretching me wide open. I cried loudly around the snake-like phallus in my mouth, and threw my head back.

He was slow in entering me, and waiting until my overly tight muscles relaxed around him enough to be comfortable. Then he pushed farther until I feim dim deeper than anything I had ever felt before. When I started rocking my hips, he started moving again. I felt him thrust in and out of me in time to his chanting.

I knew I would be coming at any point now. He mercilessly thrust into my swollen lips. My body was being overloaded with those little mouths, and light touches all over. His growling inhuman cries mingled with my own as he drove into me.

Stars danced before my blinded eyes, as I started to come. I felt it rip through my body, and started convulsing. Barely able to catch my breath, and screaming around the snake-like thing in my mouth, I crashed into orgasm. He gripped my hips with his clawed hands, and thrust harder before growling the last words. I felt him come inside me with a force that shocked me, and set off a second series of smaller tremors of orgasm through my body.

Slowly, all the small touches withdrew, leaving me lying limply on the bed. s cos covered in the wet results of both of our exertions. I could hardly care that I couldn’t see at the moment, or what was happening.

I felt him cup my chin, and then pull so I was looking up again.

“Good Girl”, he said softly. “Maybe I will come back again.”

“Yesss”, I slurred lazily.

I felt more than heard him withdraw from the room. Then as if nothing had happened I could see. Sun was streaming in from the windows, and the clock read 10am. My bed was rumpled, and wet. I lazily looked up to the headboard, and noticed parts of the steel frame were twisted. I smiled. I would light a few candles when I went to sleep from now on, and go to sleep hoping.