His face loomed over her, still caught in shadows. She peered up, trying to memorize his facial expressions. Through the shadows, she only caught the hint of a sharp nose and deep eyes.

“Oh, little butterfly, I can’t answer that.” His voice was surprisingly comforting, almost gentle. He spoke after a few moments. “You are not alone and as long as you are here, no one will hurt you.”

She felt tears forming on her eyes, “Then... why are you doing this to me?”

The hand slid down along her stomach, pushing down until one fingers pressed up against the curls of her pubic area. She shivered from the sensations, her eyes locked on the dark depths of the stranger’s above her.

“I’m going to give you something.”

Sonja realized some of the fear was seeping out of her when she responded with a surprisingly firm voice.

“Something?”

The hot finger slipped down further, pushing through her darker pubic hair until the fingertip rested right at the top of her slit, pressing down just where the folds parted. She felt a deep, powerful pulse through his finger, one that rammed against her senses with the force of a cannon.

“Yes... little one. A taste,” he empathized the word taste strangely, “of the future.”

Gulping hard, she twisted slightly in the hands, feeling a deep flutter of heat growing from between her legs, where the finger gently pressed down against the opening of her most delicate of openings. The hands around her ankles and wrists tightened, just a hint of threat.

“If... if I resist?”

A nail or spike or something burning pierced through one of her outer labia, slicing through flesh without a hint of resistance. Sonja screamed out as the hands gripped against her tightly, twisting and pulling her. The suffering only lasted for a fractional second, but her body was shaking from the intensity when it ended just as suddenly.

Sonja lifted her head, to peering down at the source of her pain. His fingers were there, warm and hot and very strong, pinching her nether lip between them. A single smear of blood dripped down from the juncture of his fingers and her flesh. She froze, staring down at his fingers, a strange disconnection of her body and her mind.

Her lips parted as she panted for a moment, her body shaking from an inner turmoil that stormed inside her. She felt the heated twisted deep inside her body and the smell of her growing excitement mixed in with the musk of his scent.

“And... if I don’t resist?”

Just as fast is it came before, the pain was completely and utterly gone. Only a burning well of pleasure that grew up inside her, filling her with a indescribable joy. His fingers released her nether fold and slipped down into the channel of her depths. The slickness surprised her as he pushed one long, pleasurable finger into her depths, caressing her pleasures as he moved. Sonja tried to speak, but only a long gasp of pleasure came out. Her back arched as she tried to feel him moving inside her, swirling around against her inner walls and awakening new pleasures to her soul.

“Then it will be the most wonderful taste you will ever have, my little butterfly.”

He twisted his finger and drew it out. She felt the gentle, delicate pleasures swell up inside her as he withdrew his finger with a tiny slurp. A shadow of a smile crossed his face, but the rest of his features still refused to come into the light. He leaned further down, until his lips were brushing against hers. Sonja shivered as the caress of his breath, warm and wonderful against her lips, her cheeks.

When he spoke, it was a soft whisper that teased her senses.

“What will it be, my Sonja? Will you fight me?”

Tears sparkled at her eyes, “I... I don’t want it to hurt.”

His smile pressed against her eye, kissing away at the tears. “I could never hurt you.”

“H-How can I trust you?”

“Even when you crawled into my oven, there was no flame, no pain.”

She paused for a moment, frowning slightly, “There wasn’t even any wood in there.”

A light chuckle, “Do you really think that would have stopped me, little moth?”

Memory of the moth from the first tight slammed into her, its freezing wings flapping one last time before it died in her hands. Sonja sobbed as the feeling rushed through her, of fear and terror and hopelessness. Her arms and legs tightened against the hands, but she didn’t try to twist out of them for freedom.

He kissed her again, a touch so light she barely felt it.

“I won’t hurt you, Sonja. I promise.”

His voice had a conviction, a presence that send a shiver of pleasure down her spine. The hundreds of hands caressed her body, but no longer tortured her. Instead, it was endless fingers touching every place except where his finger rested against her opening.

Sonja couldn’t find the words, but she could react. With a deliberate effort, she forced her arms and legs to relax, to surrender. The fear of pain was still ringing deep in the back of her mind, but somehow she managed to surrender. His lips brushed against her nose then her lips, leaving the taste of wood-smoke against her tongue before he eased his finger back into her.

She whimpered with pleasure, then jumped as something warm splattered against her stomach. Shocked, she looked down, half-afraid to see cum on her, but it was almost a clear liquid that oozed down her sides. The hands, ghostly and shadowed, reached up and smeared it against her, sliding slickly along her skin. More splatters splashed down, drizzling on her breasts and leaving a tingling sensation of pleasure growing as the ghostly hands reached up and caressed her breasts, rubbing easily with oiled fingers.

More oil splashed against her, then a stream of it that poured down against her skin. Hot and slick, it felt of endless pleasures as the hands reached up and started to massage her. With oil-slicked fingers, there was no resistance, only a growing pleasure that spread out across her skin, hot and sexual.

Fingers slipped up between her legs, parting through her nether lips to slip one, then two fingers into the tight channel of her sex. Sonja gasped from the sensations, then whimpered as she felt the stranger’s finger slip out, his digit feeling completely different than the ghostly fingers that slipped and twisted inside her.

Her throat worked silently as the hundred hands stroked and rubbed her, touching every erogenous zone as fingers slipped in and out of her body. She even felt one of them slip up to her anus and then a strange, growing pleasure as it eased inside. Instead of the expected pain, only a full sense of... pleasure swelled inside her.

Sonja writhed in the hundred hands, her body arching as they stroked, touched, and fondles every iota of pleasure left in her fragile form. Helplessness magnified her sensations of being captured and of the strange, powerful heat that rocked deep inside her. Her lungs screamed out for air, but not from fear or terror, just from the unwillingness to interrupt the pleasures with just breathing.

Finally, the tightness in her chest grew to the point she was forced to inhale. Fresh, cold air plunged inside her lungs as the dream tore away in a gasping. Her eyes snapped open, staring up at the ceiling of her room, gasping from the afterglow of quickly fading pleasures.

Sonja stared up at the ceiling, almost begging for him to come back. When he didn’t, she started to cry.

“No... no...” her words repeated themselves as she curled up in a ball, trying to cling to the memories of the vivid dream. Her fingers slipped between her legs and she found them slick with her juices. Under the covers, her body in a fetal ball, she found her pleasure again.

An haunted hunger burned inside her as she slipped two of her fingers between her tightly pressed legs. Within moments, she was frigging herself as fast as she could, the half-remembered ecstasies of her dream thrumming along her veins. Her breath came faster and harder, panting as she threw everything she could into a crest of pleasure that refused to come.

Fingers slurping loudly between her legs, she stroked her clitoris as her other hand plunged fingers in and out of her soaked sex. Her orgasm welled up inside her and she frantically frigged herself until it exploded.

Sonja’s wail of pleasure echoed loudly against the walls of her bedroom as she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her existence.

End of chapter 4