Chapter 3

Cassandra had been turned on by the thought of her sister having been playing with herself so she headed off to her own bedroom to contemplate these thoughts. No sooner had she entered the bedroom than the door inexplicably slammed behind her; she turned in shock for she had not even touched the door.

She took hold of the door handle and tried to open the door once more but it would not budge; at that exact moment she felt herself being thrown over to her bed; she landed heavily on the floor beside her bed catching her stomach on the bed base caused her to be winded. Struggling to catch her breath she managed to stand up and was immediately knocked down on to the bed. Although alone in her room she found herself being turn on to her back and her hands being dragged above her head.

Then she felt ropes being tied around her wrists; binding her hands together and then them being pulled tight above her head as they were bound to the headboard. She opened her mouth to scream but felt as if a hand was preventing the sound coming out and as she managed to draw a breath in she was greeted with a sharp stinging sensation on her right side of her face as she felt a violent slap.

Next her legs seemed to be being forced open and no matter how she tried to stop them they were dragged wide apart and again she felt the rope tightening around each ankle in turn and then being pulled tight as it was bound to the bed bottom posts.

Now panic was setting in as she could not see her attacker; when she heard a grasping voice close to her left ear say, "Go on bitch; scream and give me the reason I seek to slap you around some more!"

Almost paralysed with fear she lay there thinking what could she do to get out of this; calling out to her sister would not be a real option because she was in the shower now and under running water there was no guarantee that she would even hear her. Just then Cassandra watched in shock horror as her blouse was ripped open the buttons flying everywhere; then the sleeves were ripped also removing the shreds from her body. Even more terrifying was the hand impression pressing down now on her stomach. Yet glancing around the room she was totally alone.

As she watched the hand indentation she suddenly saw a cut mark appear in the bottom edge of her skirt and watched as the cut moved in sections up towards her waist. It was as if someone was using scissors to cut off her skirt; then the skirt was whipped out from under her bottom and the hand indentation now moved to her thigh very close to her panties. She almost felt so sick in her stomach as she saw a smaller indentation follow the line of her cunt lips; her mind telling her a unseen finger had just traced a path outside her panties.

Her mind was racing and her body betrayed her as she realised the first tell tale signs of her arousal had begun to show on her panties; she saw the start of a wet patch appearing; this was not missed by the phantom rapist; for the unseen finger prodded that same wet area now spreading in her panties.

The same gasping voice spoke again, "I see the slut is getting excited; I am sure by the time I have finished with you; whore you will be pregnant and my total slut slave!"

Cassandra freaked out at this; begging to be left alone and nothing would be said but the voice reminded her that as he could not be seen and therefore traced; who was she going to tell. Besides if she did she was virtually booked her own place in the sanatorium. Unfortunately she saw this made sense and instead uttered, "Well in that case I hope you go to hell!"

"I am in hell; my little cum bucket and you soon will join me; only yours will be a living hell for I will posses your body when you least want me to! Imagine your boyfriend sliding his hand down your knickers only to find my fingers already there or worse he goes down to lick you out and finds my spunk already deposited in your slutty fucking cunt!" the voice threatened.

Then Cassandra saw her bra being pulled from her chest and suddenly the bridging piece cut exposing her large 36C tits; almost immediately she felt and saw invisible hands pinching her tits; felt their presence and power but saw only the indentations the fingers were making. Despite the terrifying aspects of her assault; for some reason Cassandra's body responded by becoming even more aroused and she actually experienced a small orgasm which flooded her panties with cunt juice and soaked them further.

Then the hand marks were gone from her tits and as Cassandra tried to bring her breathing back to something like normal she felt her panties being ripped from her body. She saw her panties floating in mid air and then become almost a tight ball and head towards her mouth. She tried to scream out but the spirit used the opportunity to shove the panties into her mouth. Cassandra could not help but taste the tangy flavour of her own cunt.