DISCLAIMER!
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.
ADULT CONTENT
FOR ADULTS 18 YEARS AND OLDER
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Cara didn't know what to do. She awoke haggard and unrested. This was usual anymore. She wasn't the party girl every one at work was beginning to assume she was; figuring she was staying out late every night and that was why she looked haggard and couldn't concentrate during the day most of the time.
In reality this wasn't too far from the truth, but not at all within Cara's control. She stayed tired all the time and had adjusted her bedtime earlier to nine p.m., though that actually only made things worse. The visitor only came once she was asleep. Then it was almost every night. Once he arrived he wouldn't let Cara rest for the balance of the night. He skipped 3 to 5 days each month. They always came clustered together. He would come in the night every night, then suddenly he wouldn't show up for several nights in a row then he would start coming every night again.
The activities were pretty much the same every night. Last night was a good example.
Cara had noted the time as 9:05 when she switched off the light and wearily laid back to go to sleep. She had obtained a prescription for some sleeping pills from her doctor and had taken a capsule 20 minutes earlier. The doctor had performed all manner of tests on Cara and had ruled out narcolepsy and other similar disorders.
They had tried all sorts of regimens to adjust her brain chemistry. The doctor had told her, sleep disorders were usually the result of norepinephrine deficiency in the brain and had prescribed Welbutrin. It worked for about a week, but her sleeplessness returned. He had added a seritonin stimulator and when that combination only worked for a couple of weeks a melatonin stimulator. Her prescription bill was now up to $300 a month and she couldn't afford that. She told the doctor she thought his efforts at the source of the problem were good, but she just needed some sleeping pills. The doctor didn't think that was the right approach, but gave her instructions on how to wean off the other drugs without risking depression and prescribed one of the newer sleeping pills that showed limited tendency toward addiction and abuse.
She felt the sleep begin to overtake her as her head nestled into the soft, fluffy pillow.
She had drifted off to sleep but awakened when she felt the usual indicators that he had arrived. The clock at her bedside read 9:43. She couldn't see him most of the time, and only sensed and saw evidence of his presence. When she did see what she thought was him, it was only a wisp of smoke or fog. When he arrived the first thing she noted was the feeling of someone's weight coming down on the bed.
Next she would feel her clothing being removed. She only wore panties and a tee to bed, so it wasn't hard or long until she was naked. She had tried wearing more clothing to bed and it had seemed to irritate him, so she didn't do that anymore. Then she would feel him begin to manipulate her body. His hands and mouth, if that is what they were, would begin to manipulate her breasts until her nipples were stiff and erect. He was a maestro in how he used her body and it would be extremely pleasant if it weren't for the fact it wasn't with her permission.
She couldn't move while this was going on and that meant she couldn't resist. It didn't really matter that she couldn't move because she couldn't see who was abusing her anyway. She could on occasion see her breasts being manipulated. It even looked like a hand was applying pressure to her breasts as a ring of indentations roughly the same as a hand would make when squeezing her breasts would appear on her breast flesh. Then when she thought the pain of the squeezing sensation on her breasts would be too much for her to stand any longer it would stop. Then she would see and feel her nipples as if they were being pinched, pulled and twisted.
Usually the 'thing' would move to her thighs next and start performing cunnilingus on her, though not always. He was very talented in his oral skills, but his tongue was cold and dry, not warm and wet. It felt almost like ice was being rubbed on her crotch. Then he would move up her body and have intercourse with Cara. This was pretty standard male-superior sex, though he would slam her hard, bruising her inner thighs, and occasionally he would raise her legs in the air as if they were on his shoulders while he used her. The penis he used on her was cold like the tongue, not warm like a humans.
He was slow and methodical, as if he were making love to her except for the roughness, and the sex would continue until the first light streamed across the horizon. Then Cara would get 60-90 minutes of sleep before the alarm summoned her to begin the day.
Though 23 Cara was still a virgin. In her mind there were just too many diseases to be screwing around and when you coupled the moral pluses to retaining her virginity for so long, it was win-win in her mind, so she had endured through high school and college and kept her virginity.
After the first night with the visitor, Cara went to see her gynecologist. Her doctor confirmed her vagina looked as if it had been used for rough sex, except that her hymen was still intact. He also noted the dark blue bruises on her inner thighs. And the handprint bruises on her breasts. But there was no indication of her having been penetrated except for bruising at the entrance of her vagina. He suggested in a round about way that perhaps Cara was having psychotic episodes and the injuries were self-inflicted in some unconscious masochistic way. She recommended Carly seek professional psychiatric help. Carly protested.
"Dr., I am not crazy." She insisted adamantly.
"No one said you were crazy Miss Ong. A person can be perfectly sane, but with some crossed wires in the brain have episodes where they act and respond in different-from-ordinary or even inappropriate ways. This probably explains the sleeplessness, too. This isn't my field, but I think you should consider it as a possibility and seek help from someone in the field, if for no other reason than to rule it out so you don't injure yourself seriously if that is the case. If you want I can get you a referral."
That night the visitor acted differently. The first night, his technique was slow and methodical as if he were making love, but the night after she went to the doctor he was even rougher. After he undressed her, he didn't start making slow methodical love to her. Instead Cara was thrown around the room as he thoroughly used and repeatedly sodomized her both orally and anally. At one point Cara felt like her hands were tied at the wrists and she was suspended from the ceiling. At regular intervals it felt like leather was cutting into her flesh on her back, thighs, and buttocks. Cara knew she was lying on the bed unable to move at the moment, but it felt like she was suspended from the ceiling and being beaten. She could feel the pain of the lashes as they were administered. At times she would cry out,
"Please stop. What have I done to deserve this. Please STOP!!!!!!!!!!"