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Subject: {ASSM} Bernadette Unchained 03/?? by Aquillae ( f-solo, dream)
Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 01:10:02 -0400
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Chapter 3
Bitter Sweet Dreams
By Aquillae
Copyright  5/9/2001,

Send all comments, suggestions, or reviews to Aquillae@excite.com

And now the story...

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

As her body slowly recovered from the effects of the electric shock it
received, her mind tried desperately to organize the scattered images and
events it had recorded in the past few hours into a cohesive and
understandable story line.  It failed miserably.

This was her dream.


***

Surrounded by the reassuring toys, stuffed animals, and soft pillows of her
bedroom, Bernadette 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.

Bernadette 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.

Bernadette 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, Bernadette
instinctively rolled over on to her stomach and buried her face in the
pillow to hide herself.

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 na ve mind.

Slowly, purposefully, the dark night started to coil round her body.  It
worked its way round her aroused body, gradually turning her over on to 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, Bernadette willing let her
midnight intruder turn her on to 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, Bernadette 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.

Bernadette 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.

Bernadette 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.  Bernadette 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 Bernadette appeared like fingers.

Bernadette'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,
Bernadette 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, Bernadette 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.  

Bernadette 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 Bernadette'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.

Bernadette 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.

Bernadette 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.

Bernadette 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 Bernadette's exposed crotch.

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

An explosion of thunder shook the walls and pounded the breath out of
Bernadette'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.  Bernadette 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.

Bernadette 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 Bernadette. 

Bernadette woke with a scream.

Gradually, as she became aware that it was all just a bad dream, Bernadette
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.  And
then she remembered.

She saw the blood, dried and dark, that streaked her inner thighs, and she
remembered the horrible, tearing pain that Ja'Har had inflicted on her for
his own greedy satisfaction.

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 with the
memory of what caused the salty taste.  Quickly Bernadette jumped out of bed
and ran in to the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a slam.

A few seconds later, Bernadette pulled open the door to a closet and walked
out.  Still holding her hand over her mouth, she ran across the room to the
other door.  Pulling the door open quickly she discovered that it was the
bathroom and hurriedly ran for the toilet.



END of Chapter 3
Bitter Sweet Dreams
By Aquillae


Send all comments, suggestions, or reviews to Aquillae@excite.com

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