I awake to darkness. I open my eyes but I can't be sure they're open because it's just as dark open as closed. My mouth has a metallic taste to it, I cough. There is silence around me, and warm air. I am lying on my back on a soft surface. I try to raise my head to look around, but to my surprise I can not. I try to move my fingers. Nothing. My legs. With a shock I realize I am completely immobile.
I can move my eyes. I look around as far as I can without being able to turn my head. To my right I can see a faint glow of light. I try to remember how I got here.
Last thing I remember I was at a party. It was my friend's birthday and it was quite a large group, some I knew, some I did not. A charming dark-eyed man was asking me to dance, bringing me glasses of wine. I was surprised at his attentions but pleased, he was a good dancer and we moved on the dance floor in sexy rhythms to the bass beat from the speakers. As the evening waned, the man disappeared but I was having too much fun to care. We danced until early morning and then some people began to pair off to other rooms of the house for private celebrations, or fell asleep on various furniture throughout the house. I had planned to drive home but found myself a bit too tipsy to trust myself with a car, so I asked my friend if I could sleep on her couch. She gave me a blanket and I went to the living room, only to find that the couch was already occupied by a slowly moving blanket that moaned and whispered with its passengers' passionate gyrations. I went from room to room looking for a soft place to spend the night, finding drunk or passed out party members in every corner, or muffled groans from behind locked doors, or couples post coitus sprawled sweaty and naked across each others bodies, shrunken penis still clinging gently to vagina lips, sticky fluids drying on their skin.
Finally I discovered a small room near the back of the house with a mildly comfortable chair, which I quickly claimed and fell instantly into an exhausted sleep. Until now.
My skin tingles as a slight breeze brushes across my body, and I realize that I am completely naked. I fell asleep fully clothed. My senses on alert, my eyes dart through the darkness, seeking any clue as to where I am. My heart is beating quickly and I am on the verge of panic, but whatever is causing my paralysis is also affecting my voice and I cannot scream, or even open my mouth.
Suddenly to my right I hear a click and my eyes fix on the glow I noticed earlier. It grows slightly brighter, then is obscured by a dark shadow. A soft footstep as if on a carpeted surface, then another click and the glow dims. I can hear calm breathing, I know someone has entered the room. The person does not move for a long time and I hope that they do not see me lying here helpless, that perhaps they took a wrong turn somewhere and will leave. Then the muffled footsteps move nearer until I sense the person standing above me. I become aware that my skin is overly sensitive, tingling at the slightest movement of air, and as the stranger moves closer I am covered in goose bumps and shivers run from my spine to my toes.
I can hear the stranger move slightly, and then the softest touch - a flattened palm against my belly - and I am panicking in my head, screaming for help, trying desperately to shake off the hand on my torso, but my body will not respond. The only outward sign of my internal emotion is quickened breathing, which now comes in short, shallow breaths as the hand torturously slides across my naval, over the soft curve of my rib cage, and stops just shy of the bottom of my left breast, causing ripples of overloaded sensation to jet from the point of touch throughout my body. I can feel my nipples hardening painfully, standing ripely at attention just inches from the unwanted hand.
My every fiber shrinks from the touch as the hand moves again, this time circling my breast, seeking the flat rippled area under my neck, then tracing the tendons of my throat, sliding along my jaw, past my left ear and tangling fingers into my long blond hair. Though I am repulsed by the invasion, the tingling of my over stimulated skin is wildly pleasurable, and I am sickened by my body's response to the caress.
Finally the hand is removed from my hair and I hear the body near me move into a new position. The surface beneath me moves as the stranger kneels beside me, then over me, then I can feel the heat from the body as the hands find support above each of my shoulders and the stranger's body lowers close to mine. I can smell clean flesh, the slight hint of soap and sweat, the memory of cologne. A sigh from the stranger brushes my cheek as the head lowers near mine, the rasp of a stubbly chin along my jaw, the soft puff of breath from lips inches from my ear. A whisper. He tells me not to be afraid. He has claimed me for his own and I am safe in his possession. He will make me feel exquisite pleasure and he will take from me what is his. I am under his control, but it is for my own protection. He whispers, and the breath tickles the hair around my ear - he loves me.
His arms shake slightly from holding himself over me as the breathy words sink into my brain. My panic increases. I do not know this stranger, how can he love me? Who is this man? I do not recognize him at all.
