What Dwells Within Ch. 01

Author's Note & Disclaimer: This is the first chapter of a commissioned story, so special thanks for the idea! As usual, this story contains graphic depictions of non-consensual sex and mind control and is intended to be read only by adults of legal age in legal contexts. All characters depicted are over 18, and all events and people described are entirely fictional. Copyright 2021, Quiver. All rights reserved.

What Dwells Within

by Quiver

Chapter 1: Dream House

"Ready?" Ali asked with excitement as she looked out of the passenger window as they pulled up in front of their new house.

Scott looked over at his wife and gave her knee a little squeeze. "Yep, we finally made it. It'll be a long couple of days getting all of this crap unloaded though. I'm already exhausted from the drive."

"Well, good thing you got your brother to help out, then!" Ali replied, her giddiness continuing to radiate off of her as she gazed up at the house. She was still in shock that they had managed to find a place like this in their price range. It had been listed at below-market price, despite being absolutely stunning. Perfect place to start a family, something that was on Ali's mind more and more these days. Apparently turning thirty had exactly the effect on her everyone always said it would. But everything seemed to be coming together. Scott had a great job at the bank, and Ali was on track for a big promotion at her marketing firm. This house was the icing on the cake.

"When's he getting here, anyway?" Ali continued, brushing some debris off the front of her shirt, aware that her nipples were poking through the thin t-shirt material quite clearly. Her mind flashed briefly to thoughts of her husband's younger brother, and his tendency to stare at her chest when he was around. Her cheeks flushed at the thought.

"Oh, Michael?" Scott asked, distracted, as he pulled the first big crate from the backseat. "I think he said he'd be here tomorrow morning. Might be bringing a few of his buddies to help out. I told him I'd pay them back in beer and pizzas."

"Do you really think it's a good idea to be giving high schoolers alcohol?" Ali asked.

"What?" Scott replied. "They're all eighteen. They'll be in college soon enough, and they'll be drinking a lot more then. Plus, they're doing us a favor. It's what you do."

Ali nodded absently, her thoughts already back on the house. Ali smiled as she picked up a box to carry inside, the box squishing into her modest yet perky tits as she made her first of many trips into her new home.

Ali and Scott spent the day unloading their car and bringing the most important items into the house. Most important was setting up the bed so that they would have somewhere to crash after their first day of moving in. By the end of the day they were both completely exhausted, and fully aware that the heavy lifting would all start tomorrow when they had to break into the moving van to get the majority of their furniture.

After having a quick take-out meal, they both collapsed into their newly set up king-sized bed in their otherwise empty bedroom. Scott was quickly snoring, but Ali took her time as she drifted off to sleep, wanting to savor her first night in their new home. Her mind meandered from idea to idea, imagining all the possibilities this new house held for her.

She was still completely flabbergasted that they had found this place for such an affordable price. Their realtor had mentioned something about "motivated buyers" and insinuated that the couple who had lived here before were in the midst of a messy divorce. Whatever, Ali thought to herself. It was too bad about the previous tenants, but she was too excited to dwell on that. She had so much organizing and setting up to look forward to, not to mention the arrival of Scott's younger brother and his friends tomorrow.

Ali knew the effect she had on teenage boys. All men, really, not just the young ones. But as she moved through her late twenties and finally into her thirties, she was starting to really appreciate the attention of younger guys. Michael had always been a bit of a dork, but even so, Ali enjoyed feeling the heat of his gaze on her. She sometimes even fantasized about giving him his first blowjob or taking his virginity. She'd never act on it, but thinking about it made her feel desired. Something she'd been sorely missing of late.

Ali glanced over at Scott, who had rolled over on his side facing away from her, his breathing still indicating a fairly deep sleep. Scott still showed interest in his wife, but their sex life had definitely slowed down a bit after Scott entered his thirties. He'd been working a lot, and just generally seemed less "ready to go" all the time. Ali's sex drive only seemed to be getting stronger though. Slightly frustrated, Ali closed her eyes as the hard work of the day finally caught up with her, and her thoughts drifted off into the realm of dreams.

Ali woke to a hazy view of her new bedroom, her breath ragged and echoing in her ears. She looked around at all of the photos on the walls, photos of a happy couple. A gorgeous and fit brunette with a salt-and-pepper hunk of a man wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. Confused for a moment, Ali shook her head and looked again, seeing now only the empty walls and half-opened boxes that littered her bedroom. Scott was still snoring on the bed, fast asleep.

Ali felt hot and dizzy, her head swimming with odd sounds and smells, and an urgency she couldn't quite place. She started to make her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water to clear her head.

As she walked down the central staircase, she braced herself on the banister. The wooden rail was cool and smooth under her shaking hands, and she gripped it with all her strength. It felt so good. She heard a moan escape, ringing through the house. Ali couldn't tell if it had come from her own throat or somewhere else.

Ali found the kitchen and turned on the faucet, splashing water in her face to try to calm herself down. She felt hands on her waist as she stood back up.

A man's voice she didn't recognize started talking to her. "I'm going to be working late tonight, babe," he said.

Before Ali could turn around, the man had started walking away. She thought she recognized the gray speckled hair from somewhere, but he had already rounded the corner into the main hallway. "But take it easy on those kids at school. There's no way they'll be able to focus with such a hot piece of ass for a gym teacher!" he called back, seemingly from everywhere at once.

Ali was confused, but she felt her heart rate stir and the hairs on her arms tingling with some kind of excitement. She leaned over and rubbed her temples to try to get her bearings, but when she stood up she thought she heard the faint whisper of woman's voice. "Yeah, he's gone. Why don't you bring Tucker over after school today?" the voice said in a husky, seductive tone. "I'd love to give you a private workout."

What was happening? Ali needed some air.

As she staggered out of the kitchen, Ali tried to breathe, but found that her lungs wouldn't fill up no matter how much air she inhaled. She knew she should feel panic, but instead she only felt a deep longing, pushing her to keep going. Collapsing against the doorway of the room that was going to be Scott's office, Ali tried to catch her breath. Hot and uncomfortable, she clawed at her clothing, her hands finding her breasts under her nightgown. She pulled at the fabric, ripping it from her body so that she could feel the hardness of her nipples beneath her palms.

Ali heard moaning. Was that her? She wasn't sure. Looking into the room, she noticed a treadmill and an exercise ball. Those didn't belong here. The treadmill was running, but no one was on it. She should turn that off, she thought to herself, moving into the room almost in a trance.

As she walked into the room, she heard the moaning again, louder this time. She looked over at a weight bench in the corner of the room. And then she saw her. The brunette from the photographs.

Dressed in skin-tight yoga pants and a sports bra showing off her stunning tits, the woman was standing with her hands on her hips behind the bench as a young man pressed the weighted bar upward toward her breasts. "Good work," the woman said in the same husky voice Ali had heard earlier, her hand caressing the young man's bulging biceps as he continued his workout. Ali could see from her vantage point that the guy was staring right at the woman's chest as pushed up on the bar. She couldn't help but notice the way the guy's cock was straining in his gym shorts, pulsing in time with the woman's movements on his arm. Ali watched in fascination, feeling sweat pouring over her body as she imagined what that cock would feel like pulsing against her skin.

Ali noticed a second guy doing push-ups on the floor behind the brunette. "10 more reps each," the woman's voice rang out, somehow simultaneously aggressive and seductive. "And then I have a special workout just for you two."

Ali's vision blurred and cleared as she looked around the room. White empty walls lined with boxes. No treadmill. No weight bench. She was so thirsty and overheated. Wasn't she here to get some water? She turned out of the room to find the kitchen. But everything was hazy and her ears were ringing with a resonant rhythmic moaning. She couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, but she knew she wanted to find it.

Turning back to the empty office, she saw the brunette again, naked on her back, legs spread wide and her head thrown backward over the exercise ball. She was flanked by the two young studs. The first one had the woman's legs in a deathgrip, stretching her into a full spreadeagle position while he was thrusting away at her pussy. The other was standing behind her, his hands kneading the woman's ample tits as deepthroated her from behind. The woman's hands gripped the firm asscheeks of the guy behind her as her body contorted with aerobic flexibility, her back bending way past what Ali would have thought possible. She looked like she was in absolute heaven.

Ali felt the heat rising across her chest, her desire and arousal rising. The group seemed completely unaware of her presence in the doorway, as Ali unconsciously caressed her own breasts, allowing one hand to dip between her legs and slide through her wet and aching nether lips.

Ali let out a deep sigh as her fingers found her clit. Her hips moving in time with the brunette's, Ali imagined what it would feel like to be fucked like that. She could almost feel that thick cock grinding away inside her. Her pussy walls spasmed and clenched as she continued to massage her clit, grasping her nipple with her other hand as she enjoyed the show before her. She wasn't sure what had come over her, or why she was naked and masturbating in a doorway, but she knew it felt amazing.

Ali could feel the beginnings of an orgasm starting to form deep inside, but she wanted more. She closed her eyes, ready to unleash her release. But when her eyes opened, she realized she was the one spread wide on a balance ball, a cock ramming in and out of her pussy and another pushing deep into the back of her throat. Her own hands were firmly gripped on the ass of one of the young men as he was roughly playing with her tits.

She didn't know how, but she was the brunette. Her body was bent into a position she was sure she wasn't flexible enough to achieve, but the sensations were too overwhelming to question. She wanted to be fucked. She needed to be fucked.

Ali let herself moan as the two guys used her body. She felt her pussy start to quiver as her climax started to crest. Suddenly, the guy behind her head stopped thrusting as his cock stiffened and started to pulse, filling her throat with a flood of warm gushing cum. His groans overwhelmed her as he continued to spend himself deep in her mouth and his grip tightened on her breasts.

Watching the first guy cum seemed to push the second one over the edge, as his groans grew more insistent and his thrusts came faster and deeper. Ali felt a shove on her shoulder and a noise. The first guy must need her attention again. She pushed him away. She'd make him run laps later for being such a nuisance.

Ali was desperate for release, ignoring the insistent pushing at her shoulder. Thick globs of cum coating the inside of her mouth, she swallowed and moaned in response. The guy thrusting inside her pussy was nearing his climax, she could feel it. He started grunting as he began to spend himself inside her. Ali knew it would be mere moments before her own climax followed. The first guy shoved her shoulder again. She heard him say her name, "Jennifer..."

Feeling the pulsing cock inside her starting to slow as he filled her aching cunt with thick ropes of jizz, Ali willed herself to cum, but the shaking at her shoulder was too insistent. "Ali!" the guy yelled as he grabbed at her. Fuck, she thought. What is his problem? Her hips moved faster, chasing the orgasm she knew was just out of reach. He grabbed her shoulder again. Ali opened her eyes and saw the face of the brunette woman, standing above her in the tight yoga pants she had been wearing earlier. She was the one who had been shoving her. Why? Didn't she understand how badly Ali needed this? "Ali, it's time to wake up," the brunette said in a familiar deep voice.

Confused and frustrated, Ali tried to argue. "No, just wait, I'm almost there," she whined, pushing her pelvis deeper onto the rapidly disappearing cock.

"You're almost where? You're dreaming, Ali," Scott's voice cut through. "Michael just texted me. They're only about thirty minutes away. We should get up and have some breakfast before they get here." Scott slapped Ali on the ass playfully as he swung his legs off the side of the bed.

Ali let out a ragged breath as she found her bearings. Jesus, that had been one intense dream. She reached down between her legs and found herself dripping wet. Fuck.

"What were you dreaming about, anyway?" Scott asked as he pulled an old t-shirt over his slightly flabby torso. "It's never taken that long to wake you up before."

Ali shook her head to try to push away the lingering desires in her mind. "Oh, I don't know," she responded. "Something about the house I think."

"Yeah, you said something about being almost there. Maybe you were dreaming about finally coming home," Scott replied. "But look around, we're here! Look at this place! I know how long you've been wanting a house like this. We finally found the house of our dreams!"

Scott seemed so excited, Ali couldn't help but smile. Pushing her racing thoughts to the back of her mind, Ali reached over and grabbed her discarded nightgown off the floor. As she pulled it over her head, she noticed a large rip down the front. Her heart stopped in her chest for a second, but she quickly dismissed the thought as crazy. It was a dream. She must have ripped it last night when she took it off before bed. That's probably what prompted the dream in the first place. Ali got up and found a tight little camisole to wear with her cut-off jean shorts, conveniently forgetting to put on a bra. It was going to be a hot day of moving, after all.

End of Chapter 1 [To be continued]

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