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Bitter Sweet Dreams


Written by Aquillae
Copyright 5/9/2001, 
Text Revised on: 11/22/2002 


Michelle slept under a cool, clean, white linen sheet.  She
slept.  But it was not a peaceful sleep.

This was her dream.

***

Surrounded by the reassuring toys, stuffed animals, and soft
pillows of her bedroom, Michelle cuddled the soft feather pillow
that was her favorite from early childhood and slept peacefully,
the sweet fragrance of her grandmother's love still lingering on
the thin lace fabric of the pillow cover.  Nestled under the
crisp, clean, white linen sheets of spring like a young chick
under its mother's protective wing, she dreamt of playful, happy
moments spent in youth with her childhood friends.

Outside the protection of her childhood room, the deep, dark,
black of night covered the land in deepening shadows that
whispered of mystery and danger.

She huddled close to her pillow, hugging it in a soft embrace.

Trickling softly into her pleasant dreams was the night wind; its
voice was soft and hushed as a gentle springtime breeze.

Michelle brushed her cheek against the soft cool fabric of the
pillow and smiled with happy memories.

The black night, hungry and in search of innocent prey, silently
swept in through the locked window by her headboard and through
the rich fabric of the pink drapes, causing them to flutter
lightly in its wake.  Above her the deep blackness hovered.  From
within the depths of its deep soul it called out in a siren's
song.

Michelle huddled closer to her pillow, squeezing it, as a
frightened child would clutch a parent's leg.  Into the delicate
fabric she let a soft cry escape her lips.

Gradually the night drifted downward to her.  It covered her like
a second blanket.  Slowly it seeped its way down through the
linen.  Then through the thin sheer fabric of her nightgown it
bled until it touched and caressed her soft young flesh. 

Frightened by the strange sensations building up in her young
body as a result of the increasing pressure from the descending
night, Michelle instinctively rolled over onto her stomach and
buried her face in the pillow to hide.

The dark night continued to caress her supple young body,
flooding her inexperienced adolescent senses with sensations that
scared her, and with images that excited and thrilled her young
naīve mind.

Slowly, purposefully, the dark night started to coil round her
body.  As it worked its way round her aroused body, it gradually
turned her over onto her back.

Her innocent girlish fears, lost and forgotten in the sweet
tingling sensations that were rushing through her young body,
burning deep into places she had never before felt such fire,
Michelle willing let her midnight intruder turn her onto her back
so she could behold finally the masterful magician who was giving
her such exquisite pleasure.

As the dark night, coiled round her now like a python, turned her
excited, willing body toward it, Michelle instinctively wrestled
against the tight embrace that held her legs together.  Her
steady squirming fanned the fires burning between her thighs to a
higher intensity.  Desperately she ached for the cool, comforting
breath of her magical seducer to ease the fierce fires that
burned within her young body.  

Finally on her back, the dark night, in a quick burst of power
and desire, expanded the tight coil that embraced her body,
tearing away the thin gossamer fabric of her nightgown, and
revealing to its lust, the beautiful, sensual body of the young
girl.

Michelle cried out in shock at the sudden force of the act.

The deep night pulled itself up to the ceiling, and hovered there
as a thick dark storm cloud.

Michelle opened her eyes.  In the dim moonlight she saw, hovering
above her, the undulating thick shape of the night.  She watched
enthralled as it flowed in waves above her body. 

 From the outer edges of its form, the night spread out two thin
wisps of ethereal arms.  Michelle watched in fascination as the
limbs slowly arched outward, and then extended downward toward
her like feathers floating on a soft breeze.  As the arms neared
her body, they sent out five thinner wisps that to Michelle
appeared like fingers.

Michelle's body shuddered in an orgasm of pleasure as the
ethereal fingers touched, stroked, and caressed her in the most
intimate of places.  She squirmed and writhed with previously
unknown pleasure under the masterful manipulations of the fingers
as they played across her young beautiful body.

Engrossed in the pleasure her body was experiencing for the first
time, Michelle forgot about the night and reseeded into her own
mind.  There she happily played out the most favorite of her
young girlish fantasies while her body shook and convulsed in
orgasm after orgasm.

The night slowly slid its fingers away from her over stimulated
flesh.  Gently it coiled the fingers round her wrists, and then
lifted her arms up over her head.

Gradually recovering from the powerful sensations that had roared
through her body, Michelle rolled her head to the side, and
through eyes glossed over with pleasure, watched as a second pair
of arms slowly drifted down toward her legs.  She smiled at their
approach and the ensuing pleasure they, like their predecessors,
promised to bring her aroused body.

The night slowly let the tips of the new fingers trace down the
length of her legs.  

Michelle squirmed and rocked her hips in response to the tingling
sensations that were coursing through her body once more.  Her
arms, now gently held by her mystical lover, added a new and very
enjoyable sensation to their play.  Though tenderly restrained,
the strange and exciting feeling of being held captive by her
lover fascinated Michelle's young imaginative mind.

She continued to squirm and writhe using only the friction of her
inner thighs to quickly rebuild the fire that had burned so
fiercely within her.  As the fire started to smolder within her
body, she rolled her eyes closed and gave herself over to another
of her little fantasies. 

Gently the night coiled the fingers round her ankles.  Then
little by little it started to pull her legs open.

 From deep within the night a new sound began to build.

Michelle pulled back against the spreading of her legs, eager to
bring her inner thighs back together to help with the stimulation
of her body.

The night, not to be withheld from its singular goal, increased
the strength of its pull on her legs.  Her legs began to spread
open once more.

The sound of the night increased, now sounding like a distant
thunderstorm.

Michelle tried to pull her legs back together again.  But this
time the strength of the night was too great for her to overcome.
 Annoyed that her one and only form of stimulating her body had
been taken away from her when she was so very close to orgasm,
she opened her eyes to protest the theft.

Her mind screamed in terror as she beheld the new form of the
deep, black night.

Extending down from the undulating shape of the dark night was a
twisting cyclone; its length and width increasing as the sounds
of the thunderstorm intensified.

Michelle struggled against the night's grip.  But despite her
thrashing and crying, her legs were inextricably pulled further
apart, exposing herself to the building vortex of the cyclone.

With a singular sexual determination, the night lowered itself
and brought the fast spinning tip of the cyclone closer to
Michelle's exposed crotch.

With her arms strongly pined over her head, and her legs pulled
nearly into a split, Michelle struggled in vain against the
approach of the cyclone's tip.

An explosion of thunder shook the walls and pounded the breath
out of Michelle's body.

With wicked intent, the cyclone pressed against her virgin flesh.
 It increased the pressure of its assault, the spinning
whirlwinds trying desperately to cut through her defenses and
enter her.  Michelle cried with fear and humiliation at the
strange, unnatural feeling of the unwanted attack.

The whirlwinds cut through.

And with an explosion of thunder in triumph, the roaring cyclone
tore into her.  The winds twisted and whirled within her.  Deeper
and deeper they rushed inward.

Michelle screamed in pain.  Her body lifted up off the mattress
and twirled in the air like a young girl's jump rope.  Deeper and
deeper the swirling winds dove within her body, spinning her
faster and faster until, with a cry of painful ecstasy, the winds
flooded out of her mouth.  In a wonderful array of vivid colors
the spent airy remains of the winds sprayed out over the room and
Michelle. 

***

Michelle woke from her dream with a scream.

Gradually, as she became aware that it was all just a bad dream,
Michelle lay back on the bed.  She pulled the sheets up to her
shoulders and wrapped herself tightly in them for protection and
reassurance.  As her mind settled down from the frightful images
of the dream, she noticed an unfamiliar and uncomfortable
throbbing as if something was thrust up into her vagina.  She
reached under the sheets and felt her crotch.  The hairs near her
lips were stiff and tacky to her touch.  Her inner thighs felt as
if something sticky had been smeared over them.  She sat up and
pulled the sheets aside.

She saw the blood, dried and dark, that streaked her inner thighs
and stained the mattress.

She shut her eyes and tried to hold back the tears.

When she tried to swallow, her taste buds recoiled in revulsion
to the strange salty taste that coated her mouth and throat.  She
gagged.  Quickly she jumped out of bed covering her mouth and ran
into the bathroom, and hurried for the toilet.


The End


Comments and or suggestions can be sent to my email address
listed below.

Written by Aquillae
Aquillae@excite.com
Copyright 5/9/2001, 
Text Revised on: 11/22/2002



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