SomnoStalker

This is Part 1 of an ongoing fantasy I've had. An ongoing fantasy I imagine to help me fall asleep at night. This fantasy is nonconsentual, because it is a fantasy only. In real life, consent is vital... obviously. Don't hurt others unless they're both sane, and they beg you too, and make sure to reward them with an orgasm after.

I don't know exactly how long he'd been coming around before I really knew what was happening. It started with just strange little things: I'd wake up and my blankets would be on the floor, or simple bikini panties that I preferred to sleep in with a t-shirt would be wedged between my butt cheeks, or those same panties would be damp. Just.... little things that I could right off as I forgot something, or did something weird in my sleep. But then there were stranger things.... Once I woke up with my vibrator in my panties. I couldn't see how I wouldn't remember putting it there. Things slowly got harder and harder to write off.... like the time I woke up with my panties in my mouth and an ache between my legs.

None of it made sense though.... I wasn't a particularly deep sleeper and when things got harder to right off I checked my doors and windows and they were all still locked. Random mornings, for months I'd wake up and feel like I was completely losing my mind.... and because of the nature of the weirdness I couldn't, wouldn't, tell anyone about it.

The little things happened, for months.... maybe longer before there was a morning when I woke up, and it was no longer deniable. Someone had been in my room while I was sleeping. I felt almost as much relief as I felt horror because I wasn't losing my mind.

That morning. I woke up groggy and disoriented. My mouth was dry, and my throat hurt. There was a strange taste in my mouth.... I swallowed, and licked my lips. I thought I must be getting sick. It hurt to swallow. I opened my pale blue eyes slowly, blinking against the harsh light. Why is my light on? My head ached. I tried to lift a hand to cover my eyes only to find, I couldn't. My hands were stuck on something. I looked down at my.... naked? body. Not again....

But, it was so much worse than before. My 38 D cup, pale breasts, were discolored..... red lines, and marks, and faint bruises. My eyes scanned down lower..... My hands were on top of my flat belly, there was thick rope wrapped around them, my two tiny wrists pressed against each other. When I tried to lift them again, I realized the rope binding my wrists went between my legs, and was scratching against my bare cunt. I can't imagine the expression on my face at this point.... Wide horrified eyes. Realizing, a little slowly -- my brain wasn't firing all quite properly at this point -- I couldn't have somehow done this to myself in my sleep I looked frantically around my room. Unfortunately when I moved my head and attempted to sit up I also realized that the rope wrapped around my wrists and digging into my cunt, also stretched up my back and was tied into my long, wavy, dark brown hair somehow.

I pushed my wrists down between my thighs as much as I could to take the pressure off my scalp and pussy. "H-hello" I called out... but my voice was rough and so weak I could barely hear it myself. My room wasn't big.... just a small 12x12 with a double bed, a dresser, nightstand, and TV. I looked at my closed door.... at my closet at the window. My breaths came hard and sharp as adrenaline started to shake the cobwebs away. I dug my teeth into my bottom lip to try to keep the panic at bay.

I forced a few calming breaths as I looked around my room. There was no one there. I lifted my hands as much as I could tolerate to see if I would be able to untie them. It was hard to tell where the knots were. I couldn't see any on the visible parts of the rope. I need scissors. I tried to twist my hands to see the other side of the rope, with the rope pressing against me, that was when I realized, there was something inside of me. The realization had me squeezing my pussy around, what felt to be a large but soft object. I think I let out a whimper at that point and a tear slipped out of my eyes, sliding down my pale cheek.

Every movement sent sensations through my body as I became more and more awake and aware. My chest throbbed, my throat ached, each movement scratched my cunt, tugged my hair, and made me all to aware of my stuffed pussy. I always thought I was a tough lady. But at that moment, instead of immediately looking for an escape, I laid there sobbing.

No one ever came in my room that day. I'm not sure how long I stayed in bed... before I eventually forced myself up. It wasn't easy..... the rope had rubbed my raw by the time I got out of bed, and straightening made it tug even tighter... forced my chin up, so I couldn't clearly see made my way to the door. The door handle was about 6 inches above my bound hands. I stretched up on my tippy toes, and tipped my head back as far as I could, but I could only brush the bottom of the handle with my finger tips. It took quite a while, but I shoved my nightstand next to my door, climbed up onto it on my knees, and after a significant amount of struggling, I managed to get the door open. By the time I succeeded my wrists were almost as raw as my cunt.

My only scissors were in a knife block on the back of the counter. I started at it blankly for several moments. Finally I walked up to the counter, pushed myself up onto my tippy toes and attempted to reach the handles with my mouth. I was several inches too short. I groaned in frustration. My phone, I could call someone.... like 911. I looked down at my body and shame filled me. No, No one can see my like this....

I hiccuped, and it yanked the roped into me. Could this get any worse? I started up at the ceiling, giving my cunt a little more freedom from the scratchy rope while I tried to decide what to do. Eventually I decided to get the broom out of the closet, which was yet another door handle to fight with, but I managed to get it much quicker than my bedroom door thankfully. The kitchen chair I climbed on put my hands at better height than nightstand had. I got the broom out, and used it to knock the knife block onto the floor. I kicked the scissors away from the other sharp knives, and then dropped to my knees next to them. I scootched around until I managed to get the scissors between my legs, and get my fingers wrapped around them.

It took a lot of sawing to get through the thick rope, but once I got through one strand my hands were completely free. There hadn't been any knots at my wrists, both ends of the rope ran up my back into my hair. I rubbed my red wrists for a moment, and then gingerly felt between my legs. I hissed in a sharp breath at the contact with my raw cunt, jerking my hands away. I slowly carefully put one to my opening, feeling the end of whatever was inside of me. I gently tugged it out, nothing how tender even my insides felt.

It was purple dildo. About average cock sized, not nearly as large as it had felt. It wasn't mine. I tossed it away from me in disgust.

I felt numb.... mentally... physically everything ached. I didn't know what to do. I sat on the floor, arms wrapped around my waist for some time. Should I go to the police? I eventually decided against it. It sounded to crazy.... and I didn't think the odds of them finding whoever did this were high.... and I just wanted to forget it ever happened.

Unfortunately for me, that was just the beginning, and he was never going to let me forget.