Slutty possession

Emma had a very unusual dream. She saw a shape hovering over her bed, then swirling slowly down towards her.

She woke up with a start and instantly forgot about it. She looked at the clock.

"Shit," she thought. "I'm gonna be late for school."

"Maybe I'll skip it and have some fun instead," said a voice in her head. She found her fingers were rubbing lightly up and down her slit.

"What the fuck was that?" she exclaimed, forcing her hand to stop what it was doing. "Who said that?"

"I did, you frigid bitch. Now shut up and let me have some fun," said the voice. Emma's will was overruled and her fingers started to fuck her. "No!" Emma cried in her head. "What's happening? Get out of my head!" She slapped at her offending hand trying to stop it.

The other will snarled. It curled up Emma's fist and punched her in the crotch. "No," said the voice angrily. "This is MY head now." Emma screamed and fell to the floor, clutching herself. "What's... happening?" she said between sobs. The other voice just laughed.

For several minutes Emma lay curled up on the floor, afraid of her own body. Then she opened her eyes. Everything seemed normal. She couldn't hear the voice any more. She stood up, and nothing bad happened. It was just a dream, wasn't it? Christ, she must be under some serious stress to be having dreams like that! Still, just have to forget it for now. Gotta get to school.