Turnabout Part I
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Turnabout Possession
Emily couldn't say what it was that woke her in the dark hours of the
early morning, but it wasn't the restful awakening that comes after a
full night's sleep. Her eyes wanted nothing more than to glue themselves
shut and return to their rest, but something kept her from letting them
have their way. Blearily searching the oppressive darkness of her
ceiling, Emily tried to pinpoint the reason she'd been awoken. Did she
need to use the restroom? It wouldn't be out of the ordinary to pay a
twilight visit to the can after drinking too much water before bed. That
wasn't it, though; there was no familiar pressure on her navel. Had she
heard a noise in her sleep, alerting her of an intruder in her
apartment? She listened hard to the still air around her, but nothing
broke the silence except a distant siren. The beating of her heart
filled her ears as she sat in dread, but it became abundantly clear that
there was nothing out of the ordinary in her vicinity. What the hell had
woken her, then? Emily propped herself up on an elbow and intently
searched her surroundings with every sense, straining for the slightest
hint of something wrong. Nothing came in the minutes that followed, and
she eventually shrugged and let herself fall back onto her mattress in
defeat.
"I guess it was nothing. Stupid body, waking me up for no reason..." she
grumbled.
Closing her eyes, Emily tried to let herself float back into
unconsciousness. Just as she felt herself slipping away, however, a cold
surge rushed down her thin frame. The sensation jolted her senses, and
her eyes flew wide open in alarm. Before she could process what was
happening, however, she felt her right arm snake its way up from her
side to her chest. Without her direction, her fingers slipped into her
nightdress and began massaging her left breast.
"What the fuck?!" Emily cried as she looked down in shock at her
possessed hand.
Her fingers began tweaking her nipple and twisted it gently, in just the
same way she sometimes did on lonely evenings. Her mind was in shock
that it was happening now, without her direction or control.
Desperately, Emily tried to pull her hand away, even as she let out a
low moan. Her arm kept at its ministrations, ignoring her frantic
efforts to regain control. It felt like a foreign object, attached to
her but operated by someone else.
As she wrestled with her right arm, her left sprung to life and dove
inside her pyjama bottoms, slithering quickly into her panties and the
moist opening within.
"No! Keep out of there!" Emily exclaimed, straining fruitlessly as her
fingernails tickled her pubic hair and rubbed at her lower lips.
Without warning, her middle finger plunged into her vagina and began
thrusting in and out. Emily moaned uncontrollably as her right arm
picked up the pace to match suit. In mere moments, her hips were bucking
furiously and she let out a quiet scream as she came for the first time
of the night. She panted as the orgasm washed over her, but her limbs
weren't done with her yet. Her legs began moving as well, and Emily
found herself in a sitting position as a second wave of pleasure swept
through her body. She felt her hands withdraw from her momentarily, and
they pushed her up from her bed to stand somewhat unsteadily on the
floor. Her body recovered its balance and Emily found herself walking
toward the corner of her room, now only in control of her head and neck.
As she approached her standing mirror in the corner, her arm absently
reached out and flicked on her bedroom lights. Emily watched in horror
as her body posed itself and groped her ass and breasts. Her vision
fixed on her boobs, and she realized with a growing sense of dread that
she no longer controlled her eyes. She was forced to stare down as her
hands roughly handled her tits, massaging them and rolling them from
palm to palm. She felt herself getting wet as she watched, and with a
detached fascination she realized that whoever or whatever was taking
control of her must be male, to get turned on by her body. At last, she
voiced a few unintelligible grunts, and knew that she'd lost all control
of her body.
The invader knew it too, and she looked into her own eyes in the mirror.
Though the reflection was the same as ever, knowing that someone else
was looking back gave Emily chills. She cleared her throat and glanced
back down at her tits before meeting her gaze again.
"Well, you were tougher to break than I thought you'd be. I'm
impressed," she said with a smirk. Though the voice was Emily's, the
inflection was all wrong, with an accent she couldn't put her finger on.
"I was planning to slip into your skin while you slept for a quick
masturbation session, but now that you've made me work for it I'm in the
mood for something a little more intense. Don't worry," her reflection
said with a knowing look, "you'll get your body back when I'm done with
it. You're on your own for dealing with the consequences, though. I'm
not big on cleaning up my own messes."
Emily wanted to say something, to demand that the intruder leave her
body immediately. She was completely powerless, though; unable to exert
the slightest control over her own body. The vision in her left eye
blurred slightly as a single tear leaked out, but her hand quickly wiped
it away.
"Aww, you're sad that I'm going to have some fun as you?" Her body let
out a chuckle and wiped her hand on her sleeve. "Save the tears for
after I'm finished; I haven't even gotten started yet."
Emily felt a tickling at the back of her mind, and a smile twisted her
lips wickedly.
"Oh, that's perfect. I had no idea an innocent girl like you owned
something like that," she said as she walked toward her dresser.
Emily realized in horror that the invader had somehow read her mind, and
knew exactly what he meant to take from her panty drawer. She tried
again with all her might to stop moving forward, but her body was no
more responsive than it had been a moment earlier. She rummaged around
in her silky undergarments for a moment before pulling free two objects:
a small pink vibrator and a large purple dildo.
"You're a naughty girl, you know that?" she asked with a giggle. "Things
like these are only for huge perverts. Lucky for you, I'm willing to
experiment."
Walking back to her bed with the objects in hand, she dropped them on
the mattress. Her hands pulled her nightdress up over her head and
dropped it in a heap on the floor, soon followed by her panties. Looking
back to her mirror, she practically drooled as she took in her naked
form.
"Damn girl, you've got a hot body. You must work out all the time to
keep it this trim. Just be glad I'm not in the mood to go out and get a
burger, or you'd have to put in some extra hours at the gym this week."
She snickered and ran her hands down her flesh, spending extra time on
her breasts, ravaging them with her eyes. At last, she pulled herself
away and sat down on the bed. Emily wished she could just close her eyes
and go to sleep until it was over, but she was granted no such mercy.
Her hands reached out and grabbed the objects, but hesitated for a
moment and left the dildo where it was.
"Let's start small," she said casually, and turned on the vibrator.
"I've never used one of these before so... here goes nothing."
Emily braced herself as best she could before the rumbling device
touched her flesh, but she gasped in time with the intruder as waves of
pleasure assaulted her. Despite her revulsion at being possessed and
frustration with her powerlessness, Emily was swept up in bliss as
orgasm after orgasm rocked her body. She was vaguely aware that she was
screaming, and a quiet part of her mind was thankful that her apartment
had good sound insulation. An unknowable amount of time passed, but when
she looked into the mirror her skin was flushed and sweat was dripping
from her pores.
"That was awesome," she said in a dreamy voice, finally turning off the
vibrator and setting it aside. "I'd try the dildo too, but it looks like
I'm out of time."
She glanced at the clock and saw that it was a quarter to 6 AM, nearly
two hours after she'd woken up.
"I've got to get back to my own bed and body now. Thanks for the ride,
toots. Don't get all weepy after I leave now," she said with a sneer at
her reflection.
Emily stewed inside but gave no resistance as her body blew her
reflection a kiss and knocked her toys onto the floor. Resting back in
bed, naked on the covers, she closed her eyes and began breathing
deeply. Minutes passed in silence, and Emily hoped that the intruder
would leave immediately, but despite her efforts she still couldn't move
her body. Abruptly, she sprang back out of her bed and to her feet. She
rushed to the mirror and looked at herself with panic in her eyes.
"What the fuck, I can't leave! You're keeping me here somehow, aren't
you?!"
I'm doing nothing of the sort!, Emily thought wildly. Why would I want
you to stay?
She folded her arms and began pacing, muttering to herself. The invader
was trying to be subtle, but Emily could her her own quiet voice
perfectly well.
"Shit shit shit. My mom will freak if I don't wake up to go to school. I
can't be stuck as some old bitch! I don't want to lose a decade of my
life!"
As the intruder panicked and focused on pacing back and forth, Emily
felt a slight twinge in her mind. Without really knowing what she was
doing, she pressed mentally on the weakness, and in a disorienting
moment she felt all of her faculties return. She forced herself to stop
pacing, and stood perfectly still on the carpet. Methodically, she
tested every part of her body, and wept when she realized that she was
once more in full control of herself. Hugging her arms, she sank to the
floor and shivered in the cold air as she watched her reflection in the
mirror. Her own gaze met her, and she smiled weakly at herself.
A pulse in the back of her mind brought her to full alert, and she
nearly wept again at the thought of being controlled once more. This
time was different from before, though. She tested her limbs and
everything felt normal, aside from a strange feeling in her mouth.
Again, without really knowing what she was doing, she gave in to the
twinge in her tongue. Immediately it began moving, and the intruder's
voice came out.
"What did you do?! First I couldn't leave, and now I can't even move!
Please, let me go! I just want to go home now!"
Looking into her eyes, Emily could almost see the soul of the teenaged
boy that was stuck where he'd trapped her, as a passenger in her body.
Briefly, she considered trying to help him, but a more wicked solution
came to mind. More comfortably now than before, Emily took back control
of her mouth.
"Why should I help you? You stole my body, raped me and now you're
asking for my help? You little pervert, you'd be staring at my boobs
right now if you had control of my eyes, wouldn't you?"
Emily directed her gaze at her breasts, and somewhat to her surprise,
the same arousal she'd felt when the intruder controlled her body
returned. Ignoring the wetness and heat in her navel, she met her gaze
in the mirror.
"That's what I thought. Well, it seems to me that you've bitten off more
than you can chew, boy. Since you're still here, I have a parting gift
for you. I noticed that you hesitated to use the dildo before. You
probably don't like the thought of being penetrated by something that
big, do you? If you want to know, that one is my favorite. I think you
ought to feel what it's like."
Slowly, Emily climbed to her feet and sashayed over to the bed. She
knelt down and retrieved the foot of moulded silicone from the floor,
and suppressed a wave of revulsion that swept over her.
"Oh no, you're not going to dissuade me. I've used Big Richard here
dozens of times, and now you're going to know what it's like."
As she laid back in bed and positioned the dildo between her legs, Emily
gave the intruder control of her mouth one last time.
"Please, no. Don't stick that in there. Just let me go, I'll be a good
boy. Just let me go, don't stick that in there!"
Her whimpers were cut short as Emily took back her mouth, at the same
moment that she thrust Dick home. Grabbing her vibrator, she flicked it
on and began rubbing her clit furiously as she pumped the dildo in and
out. For a very long time, she lost herself in pleasure and motion,
until at last she collapsed breathless on her bed. Pulling her dildo
free and switching off her vibrator, she stared up at the ceiling. In
the back of her mind she could feel the presence of her intruder, but
when she gave him her mouth he had nothing to say. Sitting up and
looking at her reflection, she could still see the second soul behind
her eyes, but it was all hunger now, greedily drinking in her reflected
form. She stared down at her body, and when she met her gaze again she
wasn't sure how much of the hunger was his, and how much was her own.
"You were right, I have a much nicer body than I always gave myself
credit for. I guess I wasn't seeing it with the right eyes until now.
Little imperfections don't mean much when the whole package is this
hot."
She grabbed her left breast and gave it a squeeze with a laugh.
"Alright, kid, get out of here. It's nearly 8; you're going to be so
late to school."
Releasing a mental block she'd hardly been aware of, Emily felt her
passenger flee abruptly. As she sat back, she felt strangely lonely
without the extra presence in her head. Looking down, though, the sudden
privacy was very welcome.
"I'm really glad for those soundproof walls now. What my neighbors would
think if they heard me tonight... Well, I guess I'd better call in sick
to work today. I missed so much sleep."
As Emily rolled out of bed and walked naked to her phone, she smiled and
smacked her ass.
"I've still got a little sleep left to lose, after all."
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