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Subject: {ASSM} The Nightcomers 01/02 {Eyesnthyz} (F/FF/MMMM)
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"The Nightcomers" - part 1
  by Eyesnthyz


The following is mostly fantasy...enjoy it as such, but
do please write and let me know if it gives you pleasure...


Around five o'clock Ann showered and then, while her hair
dried, she ate a light meal, being careful to drink only a
single glass of wine. She sat listening to a classical
selection for nearly an hour, relaxing and letting her mind
 roam freely with the music. Just before six she
returned to the bathroom and brushed her hair thoroughly.
Slipping off her wrap, she looked at herself in the mirror.
She was satisfied with what she saw. A tall, slim, woman who
carried her forty five years well. Her breasts were firm
and her tummy was only slightly rounded. Her legs were long
and shapely and her body hair had been totally removed by
electrolysis only a few weeks ago. She smiled, thinking how
utterly naked it made her appear.

"Not bad for a woman who had delivered two fine sons over
twenty years ago!" She briefly wondered how they were doing
at University, but put them out of her mind swiftly. They
must never know what their mother was going to experience
that night.

She turned and looked over her shoulder at her back.
Raising her eyebrows coquettishly she flashed a glance at
the woman in the mirror and then giggled. "Behave yourself,
woman!"

Naked, she padded through the empty cottage to the master
bedroom and began her preparations. She lit a large,
perfumed candle on a wrought-iron stand in the far corner of
the room, then crossed to the oak drink stand. Her long
fingers moved sensuously over the bottles, lingering for a
moment around the neck of the Cointreau. She delicately
stroked the elegance of the Calvados bottle before deciding
on the Cusenier. She took the bottle to the bedside table
and poured a measure of the thick liquid. She glanced at the
bed. There were no covers or pillows on the bed, only a
soft linen sheet, drawn taut and seeming almost clinical in
its brilliant whiteness. She saw the glint of metal at each
corner and shivered despite the warmth of the late summer
evening.

Carefully she moved the settee and armchairs so that they
faced the bed. She sat briefly in each place to affirm that
the view was unobstructed by the thick oak posts.

Ann returned once more to the bathroom and sat down to
urinate. Moving to the bidet, she straddled the white
porcelain and turned on the jet, cleansing herself
thoroughly. She patted herself dry and walked through the
cottage to the front door. She glanced at the clock on the
wall, its pendulum slicing off the seconds as the time
approached. Her hand trembled as she unlocked the door and
opened it a bare two inches. Leaving the door ajar, she
walked back to the bedroom and closed the heavy drapes.

She stayed still until her eyes became accustomed to the dim
light, then made her way across the room. From a small
oriental box she selected a capsule containing a pale,
straw-colored oil. Placing her left foot on a chair, she
cautiously inserted the capsule deep into her vagina.
Satisfied, she turned on the single red spot-light set into
the ceiling above the bed. Turning down the dimmer until its
dull blood-red glow illuminated only the sheet, leaving the
rest of the room in almost total darkness, she picked up a
small black silk object and climbed carefully onto the
smooth, firm surface of the ancient bed, with its four heavy
posts.

Trying not to disturb the sheet, she sat precisely in the
center of the bed with her legs splayed wide. Reaching
forward to the bottom right corner of the bed, she picked up
a shining metal shackle that was bolted to one of the posts
and fastened it around her slim ankle. She repeated the
process with her left ankle. Carefully she lay back and
using her right hand, fastened her left wrist in the steel
cuff attached to the top corner. One-handed, she placed the
black silk blindfold over her eyes and adjusted it so that
she was totally sightless. Now she reached at full stretch
to the top right corner of the bed and found the last steel
cuff. She had practiced the maneuver, but still it took her
some moments before the cuff snapped shut on her wrist.

Her breathing slowly returned to normal as she lay in her
velvety darkness. "Sometime tonight" was all that she had
been told. That meant at least four hours!

Ann thought of the key to her shackles...maybe hundreds of
miles away in a locked, brown leather briefcase. She thought
of the front door lying ajar...and of the cars that
occasionally moved along the road that led past their
cottage, a mere thirty yards away from where she lay. Who
would come...?

Her mind went back to the little shop in Singapore where
they had bought the capsules. She remembered the knowing way
the man had looked at her as he had explained to her husband
how the "Time-bombs" worked. Now one of those bombs was
ticking away deep inside her. She knew from experience that
they sometimes went off after an hour, sometimes after three
hours. She had no way of knowing, but that was part of the
adventure. That had been their first time back to Singapore
since the boys had been born. She thought about their first
time there...those wild days in the seventies! She
remembered Daniel, and wondered if he remembered
her...Ann dreamed on, and as the evening drew towards
darkness the old cottage began to creak and crack as old
houses do.

Deep in her belly the coating of the capsule slowly
dissolved, growing thinner as it prepared to release its
potent contents into her warm, moist depths.

As time passed she began to anticipate the feelings that she
would experience when the bomb went off, and involuntarily
she began to produce more of her fluids. She lost all sense
of time as she waited for the tide of sensation that she
knew would come soon.....

She moaned as she felt the awful heat. Instinctively she
clenched her internal muscles and the movement caused the
thick oil to be smeared over almost the whole surface of her
vagina. Almost at once the pain subsided, turning to a
glorious warm tingle as the oil began its magical work..

The Chinese sorcerer had indeed produced a wondrous
substance. One ingredient stimulated the walls of her
vagina, sensitizing it and causing an increased flow of
blood to the area. Another component entered the bloodstream
through the membranes, affecting her heart, causing the
pulse to increase dramatically. The third element affected
Ann's brain, lowering her inhibitions, and inducing a
feeling of euphoria.

All this chemistry was lost on Ann...she just knew
..that she was ready!

She knew her skin was flushed and that her naked sex was
swollen and drenched with desire. Her spread-eagled body
moved sinuously on the sheet as she moaned softly in her
world of darkness. The evening chorus of bird song came and
went...and Ann lay there, the herbs and chemicals doing
their carnal work deep inside her body and in her mind.

She did not hear the car stop, The first forewarning she had
was the crunching sounds of footsteps coming up the gravel
path towards the front door of the dark, silent
cottage....

She felt a faint current of air of cold air flow over her
skin and then voices, whispering, indistinct in the hallway.
She sensed the door of the bedroom being pushed open and
heard a muffled gasp, then silence. She lay almost
motionless, trembling slightly, and sensed them move away.
In a moment she heard voices again......this time from the
lounge, accompanied by the chink of glasses.

A second car arrived after only a few minutes, and this time
she heard the slam of its doors...one....two...three-four. 
More voices in the hallway and again the almost palpable
feeling of eyes on her body. As the newcomers moved down the
hall she heard a woman's laugh, quickly stifled. Music
drifted through the old house and she could now hear voices,
punctuated by bursts of laughter and the chink of glass.

She lay unmoving, luxuriating in the feelings in her body.
Her breasts were taut and her nipples almost ached with the
pressure of the blood engorging them. Her sex seemed
enormous, as if a great sponge of hot oil had been forced
into her vagina, stretching it and making the soft tissues
tingle with something close to pain. Her anus prickled
sensitively from the few drops of liquid that had seeped
from her sex, and found their way to the puckered opening.

It wasn't long before she heard the scuff of feet in the
hallway and felt the movement of air as the Nightcomers
entered the room. Straining in every nerve, she heard the
rustle of clothing and then heard the creak of leather as
they took their places on the seats she had earlier placed
around the bed.

The knowledge of their presence triggered her response. From
deep in her belly an even greater feeling of electric
stimulation gushed up through her whole being and met the
almost insane lust that flowed to meet it from her inflamed
brain. Her body arched upwards in spasm as the orgasm
wrenched her every fiber, and a cry of sheer animal pleasure
burst from her lips. One of the two women gasped "My God!"
but Ann heard nothing but the rush of blood in her ears, and
the drumming of her own heart.

As the waves of pleasure ebbed, Ann collapsed on the sheet,
panting and sobbing with release....her skin lustrous with
perspiration. She quickly regained her regular breathing and
waited for the first assault on her helpless body with
quivering anticipation. The bed moved with the weight of
someone as they sat beside her on her right, and
simultaneously she felt a second person mount the bed
between her outspread legs. She felt the heat of a body as
the person on her right leaned over her. Then a soft breast
brushed her face. Eagerly Ann made to grasp the woman's
nipple in her mouth, but it was swiftly withdrawn and a
gentle voice whispered in her ear...

"There are five virile men here, darling, and each of them
will fuck you at least three or four times.....before they
give what is left of you to us..."

Ann shivered at the coldness in those softly spoken words.
She recognized the voice, but she felt a surge of
apprehension for what this woman might do to her. The fear
served only to heighten her desire, however, and is was with
utter ecstasy that she felt the first man's penis scythe
into her gaping sex.

As Ann surged into the first of a series of orgasms, she
could faintly discern others moving onto the bed, She felt
lips and hands moving over her body, some gently, some
almost savagely. She surrendered herself to pure sexual
abandonment as wave after wave of utter delight engulfed her
whole being.


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