Chapter 2

Lynette glanced at the small clock on the corner of her desk, its glowing numerals reading 1:37 am. She smiled as she almost always did, amused at herself for becoming so engrossed in her writing that she lost all track of time. She had, at last, started chapter one of the book. Always the most difficult part for her, Lynette had written and rewritten it several times since she had gotten Cherie off to bed and started on the text. She wrote both during the day and late at night, but the early morning hours seemed to be the most productive.

Deciding to call it a night she closed her laptop and headed for the stairs. Reaching the top she listened, as she always did, at Cherie's door just to make sure everything was all right. Hearing nothing, she was proceeding down the hall to her own room when she heard a muffled sound, like a door closing.

Puzzled, she opened the door to her room to find the closet door ajar. Although the house had been remodeled several years ago, the closet doors still used standard hinged doors and doorknobs.

She approached the door and jiggled the doorknob which was a bit loose, something she had noted earlier and had determined she would fix, but which she hadn't yet gotten around to. Convincing herself that with the latch defective and drafts throughout the house there was nothing truly amiss, she closed the closet door and began undressing for bed.

Although she occasionally wore panties to bed, her favorite attire was nothing at all and this evening she chose to sleep in the nude. Dropping her panties with the other clothes to be placed in the laundry hamper in the morning she slid her lithe body under the sheet and blanket.

It was as she reached to turn out the bedside lamp that she again felt the chill, but aware she was naked, and that the sheet was cool to her skin, she ignored it, turned out the light and was quickly asleep.

Lynette had always been an avid dreamer and tonight was no exception. Although most of her dreams were rather mundane or centered around Cherie, her current dream was different. Yes, she had the occasional erotic dream, but most of them involved people she knew or at least had met. This dream, however, was of two figures, a man and woman, emerging from the bedroom closet and standing over her snickering sardonically as she lay naked and helpless on the bed. They whispered to each other but she couldn't make out the words. Slowly the woman, whose face she couldn't see because she wore a hood, sat on the bed next to the frightened woman, took one of Lynette's wrists in each hand and pulled them into a spread eagled position. Lynette sought to call out, but the man silenced her with a massive hand over her mouth. The woman now brought her lips to Lynette's breast and began suckling, turning the black woman's nipples to granite. Lynette's breasts were of moderate size but had always been, with the exception of her pearl of pleasure, the most sensitive part of her body. Herb had quickly learned after they were married that he could drive her into helpless and uncontrollable passion by squeezing or sucking her nipples. On more than one occasion she had actually orgasmed simply from the intense erotic stimulation of her breasts. Somewhat milder than her clitoral climaxes, they were nevertheless reminders of just ow sensitive Lynette's breasts and nipples really were. With each passing moment the dream seemed more real and more intense as the woman shifted and began licking, sucking and nipping Lynette's other nipple. The thirty-six year old whined helplessly as her sexual craving for release became stronger and stronger.

"She's ready," whispered the woman who returned to Lynette's rock-hard nipple.

The writhing, helpless woman felt the large rough hand on her ankle. She tried to kick, to free herself but in her dream her legs were like lead and she couldn't move them even as the hand made its way up to her calf, the fingers touching and titillating each nerve ending which, despite her fear, drove her into increased need for carnal satisfaction. Despite her most concentrated efforts to keep them closed, her legs involuntarily parted as the hand squeezed her thigh and moved relentlessly upward. Lynette was now in panic, her breathing bordering on hyperventilation while her entire body shivered in terror and delight. The moment the finger touched her labial lips she screamed, but the other hand still stifled any sounds she made.

"The bitch is wet. She wants it!" came a deep male voice.

Lynette saw herself in the dream shake her head no vigorously, but there was only a slight laugh from the man whose finger began its terrifying and arousing journey inside his victim. He stroked her labia before allowing the digit to penetrate where it found her pleasure pearl and paused to play with the engorged clitoris. Despite herself, Lynette saw her body tremble and her hips uncontrollably begin thrusting.

Both were laughing now as Lynette's body heaved from the bed to take the gnarled finger inside her. Instead he continued to play with her as a curious child plays with a doll, building the hapless woman's desires to fever pitch, her rational mind in full retreat as raw emotion and sexual desire took control. Lynette's entire body was shaking now, the defenseless woman in total surrender to the two things from the closet which held her in their sway.

The man's finger was now totally inside her and, in her dream, Lynette was helpless to resist. In fact not only was it the adroit manipulation of the digit inside her which drove her to near sexual insanity but no doubt the long drought of intimacy since the divorce which also contributed to her need for release.

Although still stifled by the man's hand, Lynette screamed as the orgasm shot through her, her body spasming repeatedly.

"Ah, the whore cums," observed the male figure.

"A worthless slut," agreed the female. "She deserves everything she will get."

The man changed location and rhythm, his thumb staying within her while his middle finger found her dark small target. Lynette's eyes shot open wider as the finger penetrated. She and Herb had had occasional anal sex but he had always been gentle even after full penetration. But never had she had both anus and vagina invaded at the same time. One second the overriding sensation was pain, the next pleasure. As the rough textured digit thrusted to full penetration Lynette again screamed in vain, but the male figure seemed to know exactly how to balance the two to keep her in constant surrender and arousal, her body again thrusting to alternately take her punishment and pleasure. As her sensual side took control Lynette was unaware that the male figure was gradually diminishing the clitoral stimulus and increasing that in her rectum. Her body, now totally beyond her control was rearing far from the bed to plunge downward impaling her rear and eliciting moans and groans from the lovely black sexual captive.

Lynette didn't even notice when the thumb withdrew entirely and she continued to hump mindlessly, driving the finger even farther into her bowels.

When it swept over her, the anal orgasm was every bit as strong as the clitoral climax she had experienced only moments ago. Her screams where, of course, muffled by the man's strong hand over her mouth but her body was like putty in his other hand which, along with the female's ministrations, continued to keep her sensitive body continually orgasming for another half hour.

Finally, utterly exhausted, Lynette fell back onto the bed where she moaned and groaned in both pain and pleasure.

"Think she's ready?" asked the male.

"Oh, she's ready. Sluts are always ready!" she muttered lowly in return.

Weary to the bone and unable to resist the mysterious hold these two held over her, Lynette could only lie face up, helplessly spread eagled, as the female straddled Lynette's chest pulling back the floor length robe to reveal she wore nothing underneath.