of Cassandra

i awoke gorgily,  still unsure if i was still dreaming.  hearing warped and vision blurred, i climbed to my feet and folded back to the floor. it had happened again: the whispering the previouse night,  too distorted to make sense of and too determined to ignore.  the whispering had pulled me into sleep and i had awoken to the first glimmer of sunlight in a strange place.  stripped and robbed and beaten.

i pulled a rag from the refuse about me and made my way into the street.  i was somewhere close to the dockside, i could smell the fishmongers over the stench of my own body.  it didnt take me long to orient myself and i was back at my estate before much of the city had awoken.  my life for the past month had consisted of two types of sleep:  by night the whispers came, to begin with they drove me insanity and insomnia but now they drove me to unconciousenes.  it was during the night that i had taken to  sleepwalking and from the number of abrasions my body had aquired,  not very carefully.  by day i slept in compleate oblivion.  climbing onto a bed, exhausted and pained, i welcomed sweet oblivion

the sun was setting when i awoke again but the whispers had already begun.  petting insipidly at the corners of my awareness,  teasing and leading my senses about the room to the exclusion of all else and driving me into heated frustration.  sweat pouring from my naked body i curled tight into a ball and screamed.   i assume i screamed but i could not hear anything but the whispers pounding quietly in my head.   my eyes where throbing,  pulsing slowly to the beat of my heart,  i brushed my hand across my face and found that it was tender, excruciatingly painful and pleasurable at same time.  my cock was hard and numb pulsing in time with the rest of my body,  i noticed absently that there was cum mixed with the sweat about my crotch.  the whispering was more of a hum now,  dictating the pace of my throbing in some incomprehensable language, its tone rising and falling, convulsing my body to its tune.  i could feel invisable hands on my body, crassing my ballsand massaging my nipples.   invisable lips sucking into my thigh and neak and wrists.  a thousand invisable hooks in my nipples foreskin and eyelids, gently pulling me towards the door,  durnkedly noticed myself riseand make  for the door, if i could feel the weight of my body on my legs or the chill of cold slate under my feet then it was compleatly overawed by my invisable lover's throbing caress.  in a trance, my body walked, naked behind a long stiff cock into the city, through twisting alleys and into a swewr hatch.  as i walked the whispering became yet louder, a womans voice, deep and sultery,  i could feel her hot breath on my ear, and above the caressing across the rest of my body, fopr a moment i could feel the nibbeling of sharp teeth on my lobe.    i could feel a hand on my dick now,  hers?  myown?   i could not tell but it rubbed to the beat of her whisper,   her whispering bacame more desprate, whailing and quicker,  above the extacy in the rest of my body i could feel the hand on my shaft speeding to match, quicker and harder as my legs waded deeper through the stagnent swill of the sewers.  i must have stumbled becaurse i was then underwater, a mouth full of thick silty water, i tried to spit but accidently swallowed,  warm disgustingly putid water flooded into my stomach and lungs,  i found my mouth full of weeds from the sewer bed,  i tried to concentrate, to stand, to empty my mouth but the whispering was frantic now, she moaned and screamed in her lush, exotic lnaguage, my penis jerkign to match and i collapsed into unconciousness

i recovered quickly but things felt different.  i was on my back instead of my front and the whispering was no longer in my head but in my ears.  i tried to spit the water from my mouth and realised it was not water but cum, my head was between a womans thighs, my toung in her cunt; my mouth flooded with her juices,   not spitting,  licking i realised.  i was licking at her cunt and she was grinding bodilaly into my face, chanting deeply, lyrically, compelling me to squirm intime.  i moved to place my hands on her body but the effort seemed futile.  there where manicals or chains cutting into my wrists, securing them above my head, to what i now realised where the bedposts of a huge goosedown bed.  i opened my eyes and for a moment saw her naked, sweatslicked body rocking above me, before i could focus on her face, she lowered a cold clammy hand across my eyes and chuckled throatly, deeply, seductivly.   her other hand, i noticed, wrapped around my still hard, numb dick and began to work me in time.

hevily accented, drawling but understandable "songslave rejoice fore tonight thee hath come and thy service thustfar has your indenturement begun"  it made no snese to me, but she ate the words intime to our movement and my body seemed to respond, my mouth jirated faster, her hand on my dick grabbed and pulled, her nails bleeding into my skin and her pelvis pressed with all her weight into my face,  her other hand grabed my scalp and wrentched,  i would have screamed if i could, as it was, her keen sent lances of pain through my ears despite her thighs crushing me to dizzyness,   i noticed then that i came,  my orgasam seemingly trivial next to hers,  and yet i could feel myself ejaculating with a fluidity i had never before experianced,   wave after wave covering her back, her arm and over her shoulder across her chin, her breats and dribbeling down her tummy.   i could not breathe for a long minuite as she heald my head in her embrace, squezing and jerking with slowing frequency to determined grunts as she wrung every last drop of pleasure from her orgasam.  finally she cloapsed backwards, losining her grip on my head.   i struggled to breathe as the depression in the soft matress where my head lay was filled with her juice, i swalled three mouthfulls , took a long breath and began panting,  my eyes a stung, filled with white liquid, i tried to shake them clear.   she was breathing heavily now, laying across my front, her own head resting against my penis, her long wavy hair glued losely to my thighs.  she sang to me then, a clearer cant of the whispers that has previously plauged me.  it was soft lullaby now, not beguiling or directionless.   cosy, where it had been intrusive.   her warm, soft ass cheaks against my neak,  her long fingernails scratching playfully at my forskin,   i drifted into the most confortable sleep of my life.