Hammock

After making the house habitable and taking a shower, I decided to go outside and relax in a fabric hammock, completely naked. I didn't care if he saw me; at least I'd save myself a dress.

I was exhausted and needed to recover. Lulled by the warmth and the gentle swaying of the hammock, a sweet drowsiness washed over me.

My eyelids grew heavy, fluttering weakly against the golden sunlight filtering through the leaves. Sweat still beaded between my breasts, tracing slow paths across my bare skin, each drop evoking the memory of his invisible hands. The hammock swayed imperceptibly, as if propelled by a presence I couldn't see.

An icy breath brushed against my thigh, contradicting the ambient warmth, and I felt the hammock's fabric tighten under an invisible weight. My legs parted involuntarily, as if guided by phantom fingers gliding along my tendons. The swaying intensified, each oscillation pressing the cotton netting against my damp back, imprinting a painful diamond pattern on my marked flesh.

I ran a hand through my red hair; I felt so good, so utterly surrendered. A shiver ran through me as the warm air suddenly became heavier, more oppressive, as if charged with an unseen purpose. The hammock sank deeper under a phantom pressure, the ropes creaking softly as my hips sank into the taut fabric. A spectral palm seemed to press against my stomach, tracing slow, burning circles just below my navel, while another moved up my inner thigh with calculated slowness.

I moaned as he lay with me in the hammock, which could easily support him. He explored my body gently and exquisitely.

My lips parted in a trembling sigh as his invisible fingers found the sensitive flesh between my thighs, brushing just enough to make my skin quiver without leaving a mark. The hammock began to sway more violently, as if shaken by an unseen ****, and I felt the weight of his spectral body spread over me, molding itself to every curve of my stomach, every roundness of my breasts.

My thighs were parted gently but inexorably. I moaned with desire, feeling his invisible lips press against my neck in a burning kiss that contrasted with the warm breeze caressing my breasts. The hammock creaked dangerously beneath our combined movements, his spectral hips fitting perfectly against mine. A finger slid inside me with exquisite slowness, each millimeter of penetration making my nerves vibrate like the taut ropes of a hammock.

Breathless, I felt his fingers sink deeper in a circular motion that drew a hoarse cry from my throat. The hammock began to sway erratically, the ropes rubbing against the branches with an ominous creak as his invisible weight pressed me further against the fabric. A wave of heat washed over me as a spectral mouth closed over my breast, the tongue tracing precise circles around the hardened nipple before nibbling at it with delicious cruelty.

I felt his invisible member slide between my parted thighs, the invisible pressure burning against my panting skin. The hammock swung violently as he thrust into me in one swift motion, tearing a cry from my throat, still reddened by his salty taste. His phantom hands crushed me against the fabric as he began a brutal thrusting motion.

Each push made the ropes creak, threatening to snap under the **** of his invisible ****. His hips pounded against mine with the regularity of pistons, each impact bringing the echo of our previous encounters back up my throat. My nails caught on the hammock,

his fingers digging so deep into the fabric I felt the fibers crack beneath my knuckles. The swinging became frantic, each oscillation propelling us more violently, until the tree branches groaned under the strain.

I felt his invisible fingers sink into my hips, carving cold marks into my burning skin as he penetrated me with a **** that made the fabric tremble beneath my back. An icy breath grazed my shoulder—his silent laughter—as his fingers slid roughly up my throat to hold me still.

My breath caught in my throat as his ghostly fingers tightened around my neck, just enough to make stars dance before my eyes without completely suffocating me. I felt his spectral, pulsating member inside me, each thrust deeper than the last, as if he were trying to imprint his form on my very core.

The hammock ropes screamed under the strain, each sway throwing us into a wild rhythm where our bodies—one tangible, the other spectral—collided with almost painful ****. His invisible fingers tightened their grip on my throat, and I felt my blood pound against the embrace, each pulse synchronized with his deep, piercing thrusts.

I gasped for breath, yet I felt my pleasure rising in an orgasm that promised to be devastating. The hammock ropes creaked like tortured souls as his spectral member filled me with a sharp thrust, striking a spot so deep that my legs stiffened in an involuntary spasm. His phantom fingers tightened their grip around my neck, cutting off just enough air for violet spots to dance before my fluttering eyelids.

I experienced an orgasm worthy of the "little ****" so often praised in novels. My body glorified life, carrying within me an orgasmic pleasure unlike anything I had ever known. Seeing me in this state made him ejaculate inside me; I felt his semen spill into me.

My body was still trembling with spasms when I felt his spectral member throb one last time inside me, spreading a liquid heat that seemed to burn despite its invisibility. His phantom fingers slowly loosened around my throat, leaving behind a chilling sensation where my panting skin met the night air. The hammock, still shaking with spasms, creaked pitifully as the weight of my invisible assailant seemed to press even heavier upon me.

"You give me the worst impulses when I see you offered up like this, naked, and I won't hesitate in the future to subject you to the worst indignities," he announced.

The sun bathed my body like never before. I breathed in the air with renewed joy, caressing his muscular body, which lay beside me.

His phantom fingers traced burning lines along my ribs, marking my flesh as if his mere touch could imprint his possession upon my skin. I felt his icy breath against my ear as he suddenly rolled onto the hammock, pulling me with him in a movement that made the taut ropes groan.

My back crashed brutally against his invisible torso, every muscle of his spectral body pressing against me like armor of flesh and desire. His invisible hands crushed me against him, the pressure of his spectral chest cutting off my breath as his fingers traced burning circles around my breasts. I felt his phantom lips press against the nape of my neck, an icy bite that made me arch my back against him in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. The hammock swayed precariously, the ropes rubbing against the tree bark with a prolonged creak that mingled with my stifled moan.

His invisible hands closed on my hips with renewed brutality, his phantom fingers carving cold furrows into my flesh, still trembling with ecstasy. The hammock wobbled dangerously as it rolled onto its side, its spectral weight crushing me against the taut ropes that bit cruelly into my bare skin. An icy breath ran down my neck as his invisible lips traced the path of my jugular vein, each touch burning like ice pressed against a raw wound.

I felt his fingers move up my thighs with calculated slowness, each invisible touch leaving a trail of painful goosebumps on my skin. The hammock groaned beneath our combined movements as he rolled his spectral hips against me, his already hardened member finding its way between my trembling legs.

"I could fuck you for hours, you arouse my desire so intensely. I love making you scream with pleasure as much as with pain."

His fingers dug into my red hair, pulling my head back until my neck offered a taut curve to his unseen mouth. He bit my collarbone, a pain that instantly transformed into a burning wave coursing through my torso. The hammock began to sway slowly beneath us, as if swept away by a whirlwind of desire.

I was the **** of an invisible being, but above all, of my sexual urges. Since he possessed me, I was completely subservient to my pleasure, which I absolutely wanted to satisfy, no matter the cost.

I felt his hands tighten around my wrists, pinning them brutally against the hammock ropes, which dug into my flesh like jute snakes. His icy breath became more insistent against my neck as he thrust his penis into me with a sharp, sharp movement, tearing a cry from my dry throat. The hammock swung violently, my legs instinctively closing around his unseen hips as exquisite pain radiated from my lower abdomen.

His hips withdrew with torturous slowness, every inch of his invisible member rubbing against my already sensitive innermost thoughts, before thrusting back in with a **** that threw me against the hammock ropes. The fabric creaked beneath our weight, the braided knots threatening to snap under the **** of his thrusts.

The hammock groaned ominously under the **** of his blows, each thrust driving me deeper into the fabric. His hands gripped my thighs with animal ferocity, his invisible fingers leaving bluish marks on my pale flesh as he bent me further beneath him. A hoarse moan escaped me as his phantom member reached a sensitive spot, pain and pleasure mingling in a burning wave that radiated to the tips of my clenched toes.

The hammock swayed violently under his sexual thrusts, the sun alternating with the shade of the tree. I was dizzy with the pleasure that once again assailed me with his brutal onslaught.

The hammock ropes creaked under the **** of his strokes, each movement sending waves of pleasure and pain radiating through my trembling body. His spectral grip tightened around my wrists, driving them deeper into the rough fibers as his invisible silhouette rose above me. I gasped as his icy breath brushed my ear, murmuring words that swirled like smoke in my mind—promises of torment, ecstasy, possession.

His hips thrust forward again, driving his penis deeper, and I arched against the ropes, the friction burning my skin. Sunlight filtered through the leaves above me, casting dappled shadows that danced across my flushed chest.

My body tensed beneath him, every muscle knotted as he wrenched brutal sensations from my bruised belly. The hammock swayed precariously, its worn ropes creaking under the **** of his blows, and I felt the fabric sway slightly beneath my damp back. His invisible hands pulled me apart further, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws as he quickened his pace, each thrust pinning me deeper into the hammock's fragile embrace.

I gasped; it was so good and so painful. I was merely his plaything, and yet I surrendered completely to him. My body arched under the onslaught of his blows, the hammock ropes raking my skin with each brutal movement. His breath mingled with my moans as his fingers spread me wider, tearing at my intimacy with cruel precision.

A spasm ripped through me as he thrust deeper, his penis seeming to thicken inside me, as if he wanted to mark every inch of my flesh. I felt his fingers tighten on my hips, his invisible nails digging into my skin like icy blades. The hammock swayed dangerously under the brutality of his blows, the worn ropes groaning with each thrust that drove me deeper into the damp fabric. A hoarse cry escaped me as he suddenly arched his back, his penis throbbing inside me with an intensity that made me see flashes of white behind my closed eyelids.

His grip tighten as a final spasm coursed through him, his member pulsing inside me like white-hot metal. Pain mingled with pleasure in an unbearable vortex as his seed erupted deep within me, each spurt burning like a mark of possession. The hammock swung wildly, the ropes rubbing against my raw skin as it held my hips pinned against it, prolonging the exquisite agony.

His ejaculate trickle down my trembling thighs, as powerful as a rushing winter torrent. My breath came in gasps as beads of sweat rolled between my heaving breasts. The hammock, unbalanced by our frantic movements, toppled precariously.

He decided to leave me as I caught my breath.

"Enjoy this moment," he said. "What comes next will be less pleasant, but you should like it too. It will be merciless, without mercy. Rest; you'll need all your strength."

My trembling fingers closed around the edges of the hammock, the damp fabric clinging to my bruised skin. The warm air caressed my still-throbbing belly, raising goosebumps on the back of my neck; it took me a good hour to recover.