Drawn to the flame

Alyssa opened her weary eyes at the sound of Candy and the cabbie leaving the room. It was only a few seconds before Alyssa spotted the burning candles on her desk. Even as tired as she was, she knew it was futile to even try to ignore the candles. As with every time before, she was drawn to the candles, effortlessly floating to the desk and taking a seat in the chair. Her eyes took in the black and gold swirling colors, spiraling towards the top where the golden wax seemed to fuel the golden flame. She became fixated on the flickering flame as her surroundings slowly faded to black. It wasn't long until Alyssa was enveloped in the blackness,with only the golden flame visible.

As the flame danced to and fro, Alyssa followed it as it seemed to travel through the darkness, guiding her deeper and deeper into a black abyss. The flame would pull away, forcing Alyssa to follow or be left behind, but she wasn't moving quite fast enough, the shimmering golden light increasing it's distance. She tried calling out, telling the flame to wait, to slow down, to let her catch up. But her cries were swallowed by the blackness, the vacuum of space silencing her pleas. Not even a single sound escaped her lungs as she began racing towards the fading light. Alyssa continued running until the light was a mere speck, swallowed by the same darkness that now encapsulated her. Alyssa stopped running, now shivering in the cold, dark, void. She felt helpless and scared, there was nowhere to go.

Alone in the dark, Alyssa stood still, not knowing where to turn, or where to go. Then out of nowhere, she felt as if there were hundreds of fingers dancing over her entire flesh. She screamed out in shock, but yet again, there was no sound. The only thing Alyssa could hear was her heart pounding wildly. The invisible fingers poked, prodded, and caressed her, calming her nerves. As they focused on her breasts, Alyssa could feel her nipples harden into rock hard erasers. The fingers playing over her pussy warmed her to the core, causing her rivers to flow, welling up inside.

Alyssa relaxed and began to enjoy the attention raining upon her, allowing the fingers to explore every inch of her flesh. She surrendered herself to the fingers,spreading her legs wide,inviting them to investigate her insides. Tiny fleeting touches crawled up along her inner thighs, creeping towards her boiling core. They trailed along the slick slit, gathering her moist dew, spreading it across her swelling labia. The fingers at her heaving chest circled her hardened peaks, while others flicked the rubbery nubs. She reflexively raised her arms out and above her head as fingers weaved patterns from her wrist, along her arms, and down along her ribs. There were fingers tracing the contours of her face, outlining her eyes, and circling her lips. Fingers along her back were dancing from her shoulder blades, along her spine, and over her rounded buttocks, trailing down along the backs of her parted legs.

Alyssa allowed a finger to enter her mouth, curling her tongue around the digit, coating it with saliva as it moved painstakingly slowly in and out. She clamped her lips over the single digit, hollowing her cheeks, sucking it clean, every time it tried to withdraw. Meanwhile another finger had meandered past the parted lips and into her velvety interior. She welcomed the voyager, as it inched and wormed its way around her insides, exploring and mapping every intricate detail along her ridges. She squeezed down, silently indicating to the researcher her pleasure in his activities. She tried to moan her appreciation, but she was silenced by the finger in her mouth, her coos only heard within her head. And as distracted as she was by the two fingers, a third finger easily slipped through the backdoor, weaseling its way forward. Alyssa relished in the way the third finger was tapping against the thin membrane as if talking to the man on the other side of the wall. The other fingers that covered her body continued to electrify her skin, the tiny hairs sticking on end, tiny bumps raising as little tremors rippled throughout. Those menacing fingers on her aching tits continued to torment, as well as the fingers that had found and exposed her swollen clit.

Alyssa had been so lost in her revelry that she barely noticed the fingers slowly growing in length and girth. The one in her mouth was now pressed firmly to the back of her mouth, her tongue only able to cradle the underside as it slipped in and out. The one in her pussy was pressing deeper, pushing against the muscles she was using to squeeze,no longer caring about searching every crevice, its mission towards the core. The one in her ass was much the same, a single target, delving deeper, as it now provided pressure against her tight ring. The fingers that had been toying with her nipples were now gently pinching, tugging, and twirling the captured caps. Fingers on her clit, were more insistent, exciting the swollen nubbin to fevered pitches.

Alyssa suddenly came to the realization that the digits had transformed, as if by magic, into hard, pulsing, rigid, cocks! The mushroomed head on each invading prod could be felt, the crowned ridges running against the walls of her mouth, pussy and ass. The thick protruding veins provided obvious texture and friction as each one continued in a slow, tortuous piston-like movement, pushing ever deeper as it grew longer and longer. An increasing ache was burning as the girth of each appendage continued to grow to obscene proportions, stretching her jaws, her labia, and her sphincter to near painful proportions. Despite the transformation and the increasing pain, Alyssa's body was responding with pleasurable sensations that were beyond her wildest imaginations. The telltale signs of a mind-numbing orgasm were lingering somewhere in the blackness that enveloped her, and she was determined to find it.

The fingers that had been playing on her wrists and ankles had turned to large, calloused hands, holding her tightly in place, not allowing her to move, other than the trembling quaking of her muscles. It bothered Alyssa none, as she allowed the cocks open access, relishing in the euphoric sensations as they cascaded throughout her body. As her tremors grew to near fevered pitches, the need to squirm and writhe began to overtake her; however, she was unable to move, the grip holding her tightly in place, growing ever stronger. Denied the ability to move, a sense of panic began to settle within, which only worsened when her cries went unheard, her voice stolen from her very soul.

The fingers that had been toying with her nipples, had found her piercings. They hooked into the rings and began pulling on the golden hoops. This was no gentle tugging. It felt as if they were trying to rip the jewelry right through her skin! It hurt! Alyssa tried to move her hands to her tits, to pry away the fingers that were causing so much pain, but the hands on her wrists kept her motionless. Pleas for release were only heard in her mind, her mouth filled with a thickening, menacing piece of meat that was now sawing into her throat. Her jaw aching as the oversized beast unrelentingly fucked her throat. Hands now enveloped her breasts, squeezing so tightly that blood stopped flowing to her flesh, her ripe melons, now purple like rotten fruit, swollen with trapped blood. Fingers found the piercing at her clit and treated it much in the same manner, yanking harshly, eliciting yelps of pain that only allowed the cock to slip deeper into her throat. Her hips thrust and wriggled, trying to alleviate the excruciating pain, only to allow the penetrating penis to plow deeper, now banging relentlessly against her cervix. The inflamed helmet hammered against the entrance to her womb, trying to break open the sacred barrier. Hands were now roughly mauling her ass, pulling and prying her bubbles of flesh apart, exposing the red, raw ring that encircled the punishing prick that plowed through her bowels, making it easier for it to go deep into never charted territories.

The pain was overwhelming, and when hands weren't mauling her flesh, they began slapping her ass, her breasts, and her face. Her skin turned crimson as the blood rushed to the surface, creating a heat that permeated throughout her body. She wanted to scream, but couldn't! She wanted to wriggle away from the torment, but she couldn't. She wanted to shield herself from the slaps, but she couldn't. Despite all that was being done to torment Alyssa, the cocks kept up their attack, never ceasing. The girth and coarse textured exterior of those cocks created a pleasurable friction in her core. Her body produced an abundant supply of lubrication and saliva in response, allowing the cocks to **** her even more.

Amid the blackness, Alyssa spotted the orange flame as it reappeared, teasingly dancing in the distance. With a light to finally lead the way, she raced with every bit of energy she could muster towards the glow. It grew larger as she grew nearer, yet always just beyond her capture as it flitted from left to right, and back again, forcing Alyssa to chase it, eagerly going to wherever it was leading her. She could not be sure how long she had been chasing, but it felt like an eternity.

There it was! She had caught up to it! And at that very moment, the flame had jumped and landed on a fuse. The flame went out, casting her in blackness once again, except for the bright white sparks that illuminated from the fuse as it burned its way along its length, somehow coiled around her body. The tiny titanium embers fell upon her bare skin; tiny singes of burning sensation erupting over her entire being. Alyssa trembled, still unable to move her limbs as the matchstick continued to disintegrate along its path. Then Alyssa spotted the burning rope in front of her as it split into three cords. She watched with eager trepidation as each cord was burning towards each of the cocks!

Within a mere second, the rockets had been ignited, causing each cock to swell and pulse only a mere moment before erupting in glorious release, sending an unending volley of searing hot blasts to her very core. Alyssa exploded from the inside out as the liquid heat traveled effortlessly down her throat, through the previously closed doors of her cervix, directly into her womb, and throughout her bowels, pushing its way through her intestines. A cascade of fireworks erupted in the blackness. No longer bathed in darkness, Alyssa was now in a world of blinding white light.

The light was so bright that it hurt to open her eyes, so she just lay back on what felt like a pillow of clouds and relished the glorious warmth that spread throughout her entire body. The fingers, the hands, and the pain, were all gone now. Alyssa was alone in her serenity.

Suddenly the clouds were gone, and Alyssa fell through the whiteness until she landed on the ground with a loud “THUMP.” She popped open her eyes, bewilderment plastered over her face, as she stared at the candles that had been totally burnt to the base. Shock and fear raced through her as she realized the “THUMP” she heard was the door to her room being slammed shut. She turned her head and saw …