#slenderbone

I read it. I read that horrible piece of shit oh my fucking god 

Here are a few of my favourite things about that assault to the English language

THey actually call it SlenderbonE??!

JAMIE, ALEXIA, TOM

GRANITE WASPS

"Granite Wasps was a low-budget student film for Alexia, an assignment for one of her classes. The story was fairly basic, about a guy who goes off to college and returns home, finding that things aren’t as they used to be, and that former friends have become increasingly distant in his absence."

moist snatch

THIS JUST IN ON THE SET OF GRANITE WASPS IT IS NOT REAL SEX UNLESS IT’S ~STRAIGHT SEX~ WITH THE DICK IN THE VAG NOTHING ELSE IS REAL LESBIAN SEX ISN’T REAL SEX

THAT WAS SHIT

This is a real book. Someone thought of this. 

They wrote words. Those words were published.Someone published this. Some one designed the cover. They hired that model. It was copied and sold. this is a thing. THIS. IS. A. THING.   

"Watch out, you're going to get Slenderboned!"

    I ignored Alexia's ridicule for the moment, not at all sharing her

concerns or beliefs in the existence of such a supernatural being. It was a

transformed kids' story at most, a version of the familiar monster under the

bed. Only, in the stories that were spread around town, the monster's

motivations were more adult in nature.

"Whatever," I shrugged it off, staying close to my friend as we

walked through the campus, avoiding fast-moving bikes and keeping our

jackets closed tightly in the chilly, October air. "It's just some spook story."

"That's what they all say," Alexia laughed, "until they get to meet

him. Then they aren't so sure of it."

Whether the story of Slenderbone was true or not remained a

mystery. Even if my friend believed in such fairytales, I was apprehensive

to recognize such a ridiculous story as fact.

The legend is the sort of tale that only those who believed in Santa

would consider taking as truth. Slenderbone was a supernatural being, or

just some disturbed man, I wasn't sure. The stories all differed on his

appearance and nature, even giving him special powers in some mentions.

Regardless, most accounts depicted him as a really tall man, almost

unnaturally so. Not only was he a head above most professional basketball

players, but his arms were typically said to be inhumanly long, reaching

down almost to his knees. Still, besides the strange details, he was said to

have the appearance of a man wearing a suit and tie.

But, by far the most creepy aspect of the folklore was the fact that he

was described as not having a face. He had the skeletal structure of a human

being for his head, but where a pair of eyes were was completely sealed

shut. No lips. No ears. No discernable features that humanized his presence.

Slenderbone was by all accounts a figment of the imagination, a scare

story for the girls in town to lose their virginity. As they all said, if a girl

didn't have sex before college, she was going to get a visit from this strange

being that walked in the shadows, and only appeared at night when no one

  was around. They were going to get Slenderboned.

    "That stuff sounds like glorified rape, Alex," I said. "Some man

coming to take your virginity against your will. I can't believe in such stuff

like that. Whoever he is, he needs to be put in jail for starting such a story."

"And what makes you think that it was this one person who started a

story?" My friend turned to me. "Hundreds of girls have seen him, Jaime.

Outside of their shower, in the bushes at night, peering in through the

window, Slenderbone is more than just a legend."

I merely snorted.

  "And besides, it's not my virginity we're talking about here. It's

    yours."

We remained silent as we took the steps up into Douglas Hall and up

a flight of stairs for our next class, Psychology. Just before the entrance to

the classroom, I heard a couple of girls talking to one another. I should

have ignored their voices as mixed background noise, but the subject of the

conversation grabbed my attention.

"I don't know Becky," one of them said. "I think I saw him again last

night, looking through my window." She was visibly distraught.

"It's okay," the other soothed her fears. "He isn't going to harm you.

He's merely there to warn you about what's coming."

The other girl shook her head, perhaps not believing her friend. "No,"

she whimpered. "I don't want him to. It can't happen like this."

I must have been standing too close, listening in on their discussion,

because both of them turned and looked at me.

"What do you want?" The girl that was apparently Becky asked me.

I didn't respond, and headed into the classroom, thinking about what

the distraught girl had said, but mostly blowing it off as my imagination

getting a better hole of me.

"Nice try," I said to Alexia as we sat down. "No matter what you do to

get me to believe that crazy shit, I'm not going to."

"What are you talking about now?"

"Those girls," I said, pointing to the couple of classmates that just

entered. "Planting them there so I would hear their conversation was smart

on your part, but I'm still not going to believe it."

"You're really not going to change your mind, are you?" Alexia asked.

"I've been trying to warn you, Jamie, but if you don't accept the facts and

find a boy soon, you'll see for yourself."

"Oh yeah, and what's going to happen if I don't?"

Alexia smiled, and turned to face the instructor who had just entered

and set down his things.

"I don't even know those girls, and I sure as hell didn't tell them stand

there, talking."

****

  "Action!”

    Tom paced back and forth, pausing for a moment to look at Stacy,

before looking away and off into the distance. The clouds were

accumulating on the horizon, perhaps a sign of rain with the shifting

weather patterns and abrupt temperature changes.

"I don't know," he sighed. "Everything is different now." He looked

back at the girl who stood with him in the frame.

"Please," she said, taking two steps closer as Alexia zoomed in on the

couple. "Please stay just a little longer."

Tom nuzzled against the girl for a brief moment, before pulling away

and turning from the camera. "It's just not the same. I don't know if we can

be together."

The blond girl had a glimmer in her eyes, perhaps the onset of tears

forming on her bottom eyelids. It was an act that had made her a prime

candidate for the part in the first place.

"Stay," she begged, grabbing onto the shoulders of the male lead.

"Just for tonight. I won't tell anyone."

The sudden willingness of the girl had Tom considering second

thoughts about leaving his first love interest behind.

"Alright," he said, looking down into the eyes of his former crush.

"Just for tonight." One of his hands pulled a few strands of hair from the

girl's face. "Your eyes are so beautiful."

  "Cut!"

    Alexia pulled the viewfinder from her face, pressing a button on the

side to stop recording. "Not bad Tom, and some great tears there Stacy."

The blonde girl nodded, wiping the liquid from her eyes.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Tom, you have my number right?"

  Granite Wasps was a low-budget student film for Alexia, an

    assignment for one of her classes. The story was fairly basic, about a guy

who goes off to college and returns home, finding that things aren't as they

used to be, and that former friends have become increasingly distant in his

absence. The projected length is only about forty minutes long, with Alexia

doing most of the writing and directing. I've been helping on some of the

shots, doing camerawork and makeup whenever needed.

The project has become somewhat loosely organized lately, with

Alexia wanting to do shooting days less and less. This was the first time in

two weeks that we've worked on it. The actors and myself have had no

problems working on it for free, but my friend seems to have become

disinterested in the project. Whether she was just tired with the story, or

legitimately too busy to show up on scheduled shoots, I have no idea.

As the sun started to set, we packed up everything and stowed the

camera and materials in the back of Alexia's car. The two leads were

supposed to do a kiss during this encounter in the gazebo, but recent script

changes had moved the scene to a different location.

I asked Alexia what the title meant when the movie was just starting

  to get into production. After all, Granite Wasps isn't something that I felt

    sparked interest to see the thing. It sounded like a generic monster movie.

Indestructible wasps attacking a neighborhood, or something. It was a joke

which Alexia didn't like very much, and promptly defended her decision on

the title, saying it felt like it was the right name for the movie. I didn't take

it any farther.

On the way back, after dropping off Tom and Stacy, we were heading

back to the university apartments. Alexia and I both lived in the same

building, but on different floors. As childhood friends, we had anticipated

to get the same room, and were disappointed when that wasn't the case.

Now, looking over at my friend who was becoming increasingly pale as the

night looked over us, and the car's headlights illuminated the road ahead, I

was recently feeling relieved.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking at the ghastly face of my friend

behind the wheel, and the wide eyes which rarely blinked. Her arms visibly

shivered.

"It's just..so cold," she muttered.

"Well, turn the heat on, silly," I said, cranking the knobs on the

console and feeling the warmth coming through the vents.

Alexia didn't say anything. It was something which had become

increasingly common. Sometimes, she seemed normal, like the cheery girl

that I had grown up with. On other occasions, like right now, she was

distant and quiet, almost of a polar opposite of her usual self.

With midterm tests coming up, I could understand the stress. Hell, I

had an exam to study for when I got back to my room. But, there was

something else going on with Alexia. School tests didn't do this to a girl;

she had a lot else on her mind.

About a mile away from the campus, with eyes searching across into

the blurred shapes of trees and signs that passed our car, I swore I saw

something in the bushes, just off the side of the highway. Maybe my eyes

were deceiving me, but it looked like a figure, a man standing along the

tree line. I could barely make out his shoulders and arms in the moonlight,

reflecting off of the black of his wardrobe. Regardless, it made him

difficult to see. His head and lower body were obscured by shadows and

branches. But, I just ignored it as a trick of my eyes and wild imagination,

seeing things that weren't actually there.

When I looked back, twisting my head against the passenger side

window, and watching my breath appear on the cold glass, I couldn't see

him anymore.

"Did you see something?" Alexia asked, starting a conversation for

the first time since we had entered the car. Her voice was still soft and flat.

"No," I shook my head. "I thought I did, but it must have been a tree,

or a branch or something."

We didn't say anything else on the way back.

****

"How did the shoot go?"

"It was okay, I guess," I sighed. "I don't think this movie is going to

be very good, and Alexia is starting to lose interest in it, but we got some

more done."

"How much more do you have left?"

"Oh," I pondered for a moment. "There's still the finale to do, which I

have no idea where we're going to shoot at. We still have to do some

college scenes with Tom, and some old high school flashbacks. It wouldn't

be too long to finish, but with Alexia lately, I think it might be a couple

months yet."

Jennifer pecked me on the cheek.

"I was thinking about you all day today," she said, as one of her hands

grabbed at my chest. "I just couldn't get you out of my mind during Mr.

Johnson's class." Her palm squeezed at the flesh of my breasts, eliciting a

low gasp from me.

"And what were you thinking about?"

"Oh you know," she giggled. "How I was going to get your off

tonight."

Jennifer was more than just my roommate; she was my lesbian lover.

Whether it was just a college experimentation of my young adulthood, or a

completely new sexual orientation I was embracing, I just couldn't fight the

feelings. After the first day living on campus, there was a strange

connection between us, even more than just a typical companionship of two

underclassmen with the same major. No, as I felt her lips on my cheek once

more, Jennifer was more than that to me.

"I still can't believe this is happening," she breathed into my ear. "My

roommate, my lover."

Likewise, I shared her sentiments, although I wasn't ready to be

telling my parents just yet, or my friends for that matter. Lesbian

relationships like this were seldom to last. Even if I did love the sex, I still

had the lingering doubts that maybe this was just a strange fling of mine, a

temporary state of mind in this strange new, open world of college. Or, as I

felt her fingers down the front of my pajama pants, maybe I was coming

around to girls. Permanently.

  "Oh Jamie," she breathed. Her voice was barely audible and soothing,

    causing my heart to race with desire. She kissed my forehead and touched

my cheek again, bringing me in close to her lips, where we embraced for a

moment. I shifted my body, moving in between her thighs to get closer to

her. The way that Jennifer caressed me was unlike anything from a man,

passionate and caring. I closed my eyes as her arms wrapped around me,

enjoying the sensations.

Whether this was Jennifer's first experience with women, I didn't

know. She never told me about her previous engagements, and I didn't ask.

Regardless, she had the allure of a girl who had done this before. And as her

lips moved down my body, under my chin and across my collarbone, I was

grateful.

I shuddered as we remained close together, goose bumps forming all

along my limbs and torso within her arms. A deep, pleasurable knot started

to radiate in my pelvis, causing me to gyrate involuntarily against my

lover. Her touch was so erotic and loving, not at all rough and forceful, as

her hand slid underneath the waistband of my pants and along the curve of

my hip, teasing the region near my groin, but not being too greedy just yet.

Each scrape of her nails along my sensitive skin sent thrills through my

nimble body.

  "Oh," I sighed, shifting to allow her more access to body.

    "You seem excited, more so than usual," she smiled.

I didn't utter a single sound except a moan that passed through my

lips, as her fingers grazed against the top cleft of my womanhood. Jennifer

bent over and implanted her lips on my own one more time, easing her

tongue in as her fingers penetrated my soft folds.

As a few indiscernible noses echoed between us, she kept her lips

against me, with her tongue probing into my mouth as we rolled together,

with her on top of me. I spread my legs, giving her plenty of access to the

warmth in my crotch.

Jennifer was a master seductress, knowing how to make my insides

twist and turn uncontrollably. Her fingers tickled my labia, but didn't enter

my warm hole just yet. I ran my fingers through her long, dark hair as we

eagerly kissed, enjoying the sensation of her tongue dancing with my own.

My back arched has her finger continued to tease me, just running along the

outer lips of my moist snatch.

  "So wet already," she whispered against me.

    It was true; there was something about this woman's touch that had

me weak in the knees, trembling with desire and overcome with lust that

couldn't be described. A man never turned me on like this, but

  Jennifer...Just the sight of her body and her incredible scent made me slick

    between my thighs.

She pulled her lips away and smiled down at me, apparently enjoying

the feeling of my waiting womanhood. Then, I gasped as her finger

suddenly entered me, just nudging in between the tight lips that beckoned

for attention. While my body writhed almost without my permission, I

couldn't hold back the cries of pleasure that came out of my mouth.

  "Shhhh," she said, planting a finger against my lips, but hardly

    containing the sounds of passion that filled the room. "You don't want

anyone to hear us, do you?"

  "Everyone can hear us for all I care."

    She didn't push her fingers in very far, but just enough to make me

shudder noticeably, as her precise teasing kept me on edge, fidgeting and

struggling under her weight.

Then, with part of her hand still nestled between my warm lips, I felt

her thumb against my clit, pushing it side to side and making me gasp out

loud once more. While still flicking at the hardened ball of nerves, the rest

of her fingers went to work, slowly pumping out of my snatch and pushing

  in a little deeper. A little harder.

    "You look so beautiful," she cooed, kissing me on the lips again. "So

  angelic, laying there."

    I wanted to return the compliment, but my current situation prevented

me from doing such a thing. Suddenly, her finger pushed into me, all the

way to the knuckle. The sudden entry caused me to spasm and shake, and

moan even louder than before. Even though my quivering muscles said

otherwise, I spread my legs just a little farther as her finger rolled around

inside of me, deep in the walls of my womanhood.

  "That's a girl," she smiled, looking at me deep in the eyes whenever I

    wasn't shutting them. I was a sweaty mess by now, drenched in perspiration

that beaded along my forehead and inside of my pajama top, as it clung to

my body. Combined with the aroma of sex in the room, I'm sure I was a

wet, smelly mess at the moment.

She was using two fingers now, as my pelvis humped without my

consent against her invading digits. She was fucking me slowly.

  Deliberately. Like a predator systematically hunting its prey, positioning

    itself for the final attack.

For a moment, Jennifer let me catch my breath, pulling her hand from

my pants and smelling the honey that coated her fingers, which glistened in

the light. But, the break didn't last long, and soon she was back at it,

tweaking my clit and fingering my cunt with the enthusiasm of a horny

young woman.

My head was in a blender of pleasure and other sensations that I

couldn't comprehend. This was more than just a quick fuck to get me off

tonight. There was something deeper in the way she seduced me and

worked my body over. She was calculating, and restrained, but filled with

lust just as much as I was. I could see it in her eyes, whenever she looked

  upon my body and stared into my own restless gazes. This was a seduction

    between two lovers.

  "Oh God,” I moaned, feeling her fingers continue inside of me,

    turning my pussy into a mess of raw and tender flesh.

I wanted to return the favor, to see her young, naked body in all its

glory, but Jennifer had me at a disadvantage. She was being the dominating

half in this moment of passion, and I was starting to think that this was all

  her intention. She just wanted to see me get off. At that moment, feeling her

    stares against my shaking body, like a voyeuristic girl spying on her

naughty roommate, I was hotter than ever inside.

Finally, as my entire body ached from muscle contractions, and as my

lover's fingers hit a sweet spot in my groin, I felt a dam burst inside of my

loins. My torso convulsed and I screamed aloud as an incredible orgasm hit

my entire body.

  "I'm coming! I'm coming!" I screamed, as my hips thrust into the air

    and on and off Jennifer's fingers, which still remained inside of me.

She was relentless, keeping me on the edge, and I held my breath as

each surge of pleasure was greater than the last, putting me on the verge of

passing out had it not been for the constant barrage of subsequent orgasms.

At last, when my body could no longer take another violent spasm,

Jennifer's fingers slipped out of me, and I collapsed against the mattress,

gasping for breath and wiping the hair out of my eyes.

It was then, beneath my lover's weight, that I reveled in the soft

warmth of the afterglow which spread throughout my limbs and core,

calming my rapidly beating heart into a more manageable pace.

The aroma of my sex now filled the room completely, leaving a

distinct residue of the activities that occurred just minutes before.

When I mustered enough energy to look up into my partner, I saw

that she was busy sucking on her fingers, apparently licking the sweet

release of my intimate folds.

  "You taste so good, this evening," she said, offering her slickened

    fingers to me, which I happily sucked on.

We snuggled close, our warm bodies grinding together deeper into

the night, as the sounds of students outside of our room became a long

silence of an empty hallway.

I never remembered being so comfortable and so relaxed before, but

in the arms of my girlfriend, who held me tight against her body, I was

quickly on the edge of falling into a deep sleep.

We looked into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity, not

saying a word, and just taking in the moment.

"We have to tell somebody at some point," she whispered. "We can't

keep this a secret forever."

Jennifer was right, even if I didn't want to admit it, and various

options ran through my head on how to accomplish this.

"I don't want to," I responded, remembering how conservative my

family was, and how Alexia might handle me coming out to her.

Regardless, with her visiting on some occasions, she was bound to find out

anyway, whether by accident or intent.

"We can keep it a secret forever," I whispered, still believing my

ignorance to be true.

Jennifer giggled, kneading at my breasts some more as we laid there.

"Have you ever been with a man before?"

It was an odd question, and certainly out of the blue, but nothing

insulting, and I simply shook my head. Although I had been close a few

times, Jennifer had been my first true guide into the world of sex, and this

was the fourth or fifth time we had made love. Since then, she had never

asked whether I had a previous relationship.

Then, the strangest expression passed through my lover's face, a sign

of worry and dread, like my answer had somehow frightened her. But then,

as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone, and we were snuggling once

more.

"It'll be okay," she said.

****

The rest of the week flew by, and Jennifer seemed distant from me.

On a school night evening a couple of days after our intimate encounter, I

tried to entice her into another erotic moment together, but she seemed

disinterested and worried about other things. She claimed she had

schoolwork to do, but I never saw her pick up a pencil or even read a

textbook that night. It may have been that time of the month, so I didn't

think too much about it.

I was having my own second thoughts about the relationship,

wondering if this was truly what I wanted and how the ramifications would

affect my family life and closeness with other friends.

As the weekend neared, I kept trying to call Alexia, but she never

answered her phone or responded to texts. I feared that girl may have

forgotten to pay her phone bill recently, and I desperately wanted to try to

get movie finished as soon as possible. I know the actors were getting

agitated by their director's sporadic appearances and changing personality.

It was a quiet, Saturday night when my phone buzzed. Jennifer was

gone for the night, and with no homework to do, I was relegated to the

computer screen, browsing the internet. The sudden ringing nearly made

me jump out of my chair, and I looked at the front to see who was calling.

It was Alexia.

"Hello?" I asked, putting the device to my ear.

Silence. Only a distinct crackling of static every few seconds, as if

the phone was being moved around.

"Hello?" I asked again. No answer.

As I was about to put the phone away, I heard a voice on the other

end, female and barely audible. It was Alexia.

"What's going on?"

  "Jamie," the voice said, hardly louder than a whisper. "Jamie, I need

    you to meet me at the park."

"At this time of the night? Are we finishing the movie?" I started to

grab my things and slip on my shoes with the phone still pressed against

my ear.

"No."

"Then what is it? Alexia?"

There was a long, drawn out moment before I heard her voice again.

  "Please," she pleaded. "Please meet me in the park." She sounded

    distraught and worried, perhaps on the verge of tears.

Before I could say anything else, the line went dead, and I grabbed

my purse and headed for the door.

****

The clock on the dash was well past eleven at night when I arrived at

the deserted place, a park just on the edge of town. It was a fairly

unremarkable landmark of the community, with a few paths through

wooded areas, picnic tables for families, and a small playground.

Alexia was already waiting for me as I got out of the car, holding a

black jacket tight around her body.

"Jamie," she said, coming closer to me. "There's something I need to

show you."

For a moment, I thought the girl to have gone mad, or maybe she was

up to some devilish joke to scare me out in the middle of the night. Perhaps

she was going to prank me with that Slenderbone crap again.

"What is it? Couldn't it wait until tomorrow?"

Alexia shook her head, and started walking in towards the wooded

area of the park.

"Where are you going?"

"This way," she responded.

It was blistering cold out here, much more than the center of campus.

I found myself wrapping my arms around my body, shivering as I

attempted to warm my torso up. The neckline of my sweater didn't come

high enough to protect my face, as sharp gusts of wind stung my cheeks.

I looked at the girl walking next to me, who appeared to be moving

with the pace of a drone more than a human being, emotionless and without

any sort of character I would come to expect from her.

"Won't you tell me what's going on?" I asked again.

"Not much longer now."

While the moonlight offered some sort of luminance in the dark sky,

the high branches and leaves of the forested area prevented that from being

any sort of help. Now, it was darker than ever, with only an occasional

street lamp next to a park bench to guide us along the sidewalk.

"Look," I said. "If you're trying to scare me or something, just forget

it. I don't believe in your Slenderbone stories, and I never will."

While I turned to continue walking next to my friend, I heard a deep,

raspy laugh coming from her mouth.

"That's just the thing," she smiled, with piercing white eyes that

  seemed to glow without the help of any sort of light around us. "It's your

    turn."

"For god's sakes Alexia, what are you talking about?" I stopped.

  "What? Did you think having sex with another girl would get you off

    the hook?"

  "Jesus. Look, is that what this is about? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to

    keep it from you. It's just that..."

"I can feel him," she cut me off. "He's close."

"Listen to me. Yes, Jennifer and I have been together for awhile. I

was going to tell you when it seemed right to do so."

"He's watching us, right now."

I wanted to say more to her, but something stopped me. It was as if

there was a pair of eyes, watching us from the tree line. Suddenly, I felt

open and vulnerable, as the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up,

and goose bumps formed all along my arms, filling the gaps between the

ones there already from the cold weather.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this," Alexia said, looking me in the eye.

"But, like any other girl, you had your chance."

  "God, would you stop talking like you're crazy? If this is one of your

spooky tales to scare me with, I told you. I'm not falling for it."

    "Like I said," she started, her eyes focusing on something behind me.

"It's not a tale."

Perhaps it was the bright white of her eyeballs, or the distinct feeling

of something standing behind me, but, with shaking limbs and deep breaths,

I turned on toes that struggled for balance.

Amongst the row of dark shadows, and the outline of trees beyond the

sidewalk, I saw nothing but the movement of branches, and the dancing

moon behind swaying leaves. My eyes darted between the tree trunks,

scouring the horizon for movement. It was too dark to make out anything,

and for as long as I squinted into the distance, I still felt like someone was

watching us.

Then, something grabbed my attention off to the right and just

beyond the concrete path. I saw a shape moving behind the trees, gliding

along in the shadows. It was slow as I watched it, a towering figure of

inhuman heights, but truly organic and not a fixture of the surrounding

environment. With each pass out into the open, I saw a hint of his body,

like a part of the arm or the shoulder, before he disappeared behind a tree

and never came out from the other side. The figure was much too large to

hide behind the trunk, so it was as if he simply vanished.

"Did you...see that?"

I turned, expecting to find Alexia standing behind me, only there was

nobody around. The path was empty as far as I could see.

  "Alex!" I cried out, cupping my shivering hands around my mouth to

    amplify the sound. Only, after a few yells, I heard nothing of any sort of

  response. "Goddamnit.”

    As I frantically looked for my friend in the wavering darkness and

looming shadows of the park, I felt an increasing need to turn around, as if

  someone...or something was right behind me. It was that feeling like being

    chased in a dream, with a predator right on my heels. Only, no matter how

hard I tried and how fast I ran, I could never get away. But, as far as I could

tell, this wasn't a dream.

He was human in proportion, but far above any man I had ever seen

before. It took me a moment to differentiate him from the backdrop of tall

trees and limbs, but once my eyes focused on the gargantuan figure that

stood on the sidewalk, not more than twenty feet away, I screamed and

turned to run.

As soon as my body rotated to bolt down the path, I ran into

something standing between me and an escape. My head slammed into

something hard, and I stumbled backward, landing on my ass on the cold

  concrete. For a moment, I still feared the thing behind me, and I hurriedly

    prepared to stand up and run. Except, he had already caught up, and was

standing just inches in front of me.

  "Jesus Christ! What the fuck!"

    He was a man. But, as much as the devil himself could look like a

human being, he wasn't really a man more than his general appearance

pretended to be.

Suddenly, I felt a piercing headache, like a drill was forcing itself

into my scalp, grinding against the very bone that kept my brain intact. The

streetlight next to me flickered, as the figure appeared and disappeared into

the overwhelming darkness with each flash.

  "No," I panicked. "No!" I screamed. "You can't be real!"

    Through the pulsing pain surging through my head, and with blurry

eyes, I traced his figure, standing over me by what seemed to be the height

of a small house. He was wearing a suit, like a businessman, perfectly

framed for his incredible body, and inhumanly proportioned for a man of

his stature. Even though he wore something that a man might have adorned,

that's where the similarities stopped.

I looked up into his face, desperate to see the eyes of my attacker as I

slowly crawled backwards, dragging my body along the path. This

  man...No, this creature had nothing of the sort. No mouth, no eyes, no

    discernable features on his face except a skeletal structure of a human

being. There were no openings to breathe, and none to see with.

I screamed as loud as I could, straining my voice as an arm reached

out to grab me, an alien-like appendage that must have been as long as I

was tall.

When his fingertips touched my head, I instantly stopped moving,

completely halting my body on the earth beneath him.

From the moment his flesh and bone were near my face, a strange

scent entered my nostrils. It was something that frightened the very core of

my body and scared the last remaining wisps of courage that remained.

  Death. "No," I panted, my voice giving in to some invisible force that

    encapsulated my entire body, chilling the bones in my legs and freezing my

arms at my sides, preventing them from diverting the intruder's grasp upon

my head. It was as if my body was giving into his intentions, relaxing for

whatever came next.

  Slenderbone. It was a creature that dominated the crest of my wildest

    imaginations, something which I never believed to be as real as the cold

gusts of air upon my body, or the hardness of the pathway beneath my rear.

Now, I was questioning my own perception of reality, wondering if this was

a figment of my imagination, or the worst encounter that a young woman

could ever wish to be true.

There was no pulse in his hand, as his pale fingertips glided along my

cheek and underneath my chin. No hints that this man was truly a living

animal, or just a representative of hell itself. Maybe he was a demon,

coming to take my soul for the underworld, punishing me for my sins.

Each time his long, pale digit scraped along my skin, I felt a spark

between his hand and my body, and the fears that swept through my mind

were erasing with each passing second. It was like this creature had some

sort of hypnotic trance, like a supernatural tranquilizer passing through my

body. In just a few moments, the incredible fear and anxiety washed away

into relaxation and calming.

I could still feel my conscious deep down inside, but it was buried

beneath a pile of forced emotions, like a dam keeping my will to escape

trapped far down below. I knew I wanted to run for my life, to never look

back behind me. Only, the will to do so never passed into my legs and arms.

I was merely a slave to his touch, a submissive partner as his next victim.

As I watched below, his fingers moved down farther, to the front of

my chest where it encountered my hidden bosom. It paused, and started to

feel and grasp at the flesh behind my sweater.

For the first time, I got a clear look of his hands. They were long and

spindly, nearly twice the length of my own and equally bigger, with a palm

that could crush my skull if he willed it to.

Only, the hands that touched my chilled body were not of the sort of a

killer or murderer. They were gentle, soothing, and strangely warm, even if

unshielded to the blistering cold of our surroundings. It was as if there was

a radiating heat within him, a fire burning so hot that even the coldest

winds could not douse it. It was a small detail which made me shudder with

  his touch against my breasts. It wasn't because of fear, but of arousal.

    In one quick swoop, Slenderbone's hand was down the front of my

sweater and busy caressing my bosom, which had slowed considerably

from a frantic heaving just minutes before. I felt his fingertips push beneath

the cups of my bra, squeezing at the flesh that filled the undergarment, and

focusing on my nipples. They quickly became hard as they were touched

and tweaked, sending sparks all along my body.

  "No," I squeaked out one last time, feeling my mind fight for its right

    to exist behind a burden of new emotions. No longer was I fighting for my

own survival or struggling to flee this hellish place. No, as my arms relaxed

  and my legs spread open ever so slightly, I was welcoming it.

    With one more tweak of my sensitive flesh, a moan escaped my lips.

Perhaps I was truly under a spell now, or fighting just plain madness, but I

didn't regret it. I followed it up with another, and then another even louder

than the first two. His hand had expert precision, grabbing and pinching the

swollen tissue with the experience of a lover who knew how to appease a

girl's arousal, and then some.

While I was too concentrated on the sensations coming from my

chest, I barely recognized my pants being unbuttoned and another hand

snaking its way down the front of my jeans. It was so slow and calculated

that I jumped whenever I felt a finger pull aside the waistband of my

panties and graze against my most intimate region.

Deep down, a part of me knew I should be scared for my life in this

situation, fighting for my dignity and defending against a creature who was

interested in nothing more than having sex with me. But, those worries

were hidden deep behind the squeals of pleasure coming from my mouth

and echoing in the dense woods.

I looked into his face, in the dark recessed shadows where his eyes

  would have been if he had a pair. I wondered how he could see like this, or

how Slenderbone knew where he was at or what he was doing.

"Oh god," I moaned, biting my lip.

    Given his absurd presence and abilities, there was a definite

supernatural spark to his existence. Even with his otherworldly figure and

  impressive stature, he knew what he was doing. Without the senses to see or

    even breathe, it appeared, his methods were well-memorized and

excruciatingly complex, although sensual and experienced. It barely

crossed my mind that this was perhaps not his first time.

I was bucking my hips now, involuntarily meeting the advances of his

fingers against my warm snatch. He had started slow, just teasing the outer

folds of my lower lips and touching the sensitive skin just near my clit, as

Jennifer had many times. Then, as my pleasure peaked to a new height, he

plunged a finger deep into my darkest recess of my anatomy, causing me to

quiver with carnal desire and literally shake in overwhelming sensations.

Even experiencing sex with my girlfriend numerous times, some

bringing me to shattering orgasms, this was different in every way.

With one quick jerk, his entire hand was down between my legs, with

a couple of fingers penetrating my moist folds, pumping in and out as my

heart raced. My screams sent a flock of birds scattering in the distance,

  flying away as a girl cried out in pure lust.

    My pussy was so tight, barely stretching to accommodate his

incredible fingers. Even as they pushed in and out of me, the inner walls

felt as if they were stretched to the limit, causing a hint of pain deep in my

loins that was only masked by incredible pleasure.

Suddenly, I felt myself move off the ground. For a moment, I thought

the supernatural being had lifted me with his arms, but there was still a

hand down the front of my bra, pinching my nipples which were damn near

raw. The other was still busy, fingering my womanhood. Rather, I was

levitating off the earth itself, floating up into the air a few feet as he

continued to please my aching body.

I looked down at my side, seeing the concrete far underneath my

floating shoulders, and my hair flying in the breeze that passed under my

back. Slenderbone walked next to me as I glided off to the side of the path,

into the dark shadows and blackness of the forest around us.

Through all of this, as since this encounter started, I felt nothing but

deep relaxation. While my heart pumped furiously within my writhing

body, shaking during each touch down below or caress of my breasts, I still

felt at ease.

Not long into the wooded area, we stopped, and I watched as my pants

were pulled down by some invisible force, discarded to the grass below.

The figure still had his hand down my panties, and they, too, travelled

down my legs like the pair of underwear was alive as well, clearing my feet

and falling to the earth beneath us.

With my sheer lower nudity, I should have been freezing with the

chilly winds hitting my body. But, I was nothing of the sort. Rather, a warm

cocoon shrouded my body, protecting it in a soothing warmth that filled

every crevice and fold of my shuddering form.

Just above, I stared into the dark abyss of the night sky, watching as

the stars glimmered behind the tree tops, dancing and disappearing with

each second.

Then, as my legs were spread and the body of my captor moved in

closer, I felt something press against the groin of my soaking snatch. I

  didn't need to look to see what it was, but instead, I knew by the instant the

    head pressed against my opening.

Whether it was by the touch of Slenderbone's hands against me, or

some other dark power between us, I knew of his intentions right then in the

middle of the trees, in the darkness that separated us from the outside

world. Yet, I wasn't afraid.

A whimper escaped my lips as he gently forced the folds apart, and

my whole body jerked suddenly as his cock entered, pushing into the deep

recess of my burning pussy. The act was so gradual and smooth that I felt

not a thing from my deflowering.

I cried out again as his long fingers encircled my quivering thighs,

taking me with long, deep strokes. While I was accustomed to sex and the

use of toys, I had never felt anything like this. To have a man's dick inside

of me was something else entirely, even if that man was nothing but a

shade of humanity in form only. Nonetheless, his cock felt as every bit as

real as the ones I had seen, thrusting into my glistening folds effortlessly,

as if it was the perfect size.

  "Jesus," I cried out, looking at the tall, dark figure between my legs,

    barely illuminated. A shudder raced through me as he picked up the pace,

pumping into my body with a rhythmic force that caused every limb to

tingle.

Through the deep dizziness and overwhelming pleasure that clouded

my mind, I tried to focus on the being that was taking my virginity.

"What are you..." I trailed off, before feeling another surge pass

through my body, causing my midsection to arch and my toes to curl.

While my partner had no mouth to respond with, I felt a sort of

response through his touch against my skin. Images flashed through my

mind. They were undecipherable at first, a grand puzzle of mixed colors

and emotions until finally, the last spark unlocked everything.

Slenderbone was a creature not of this world, and his origins I could

not comprehend. But, he made clear to me that his single, unifying purpose

on this planet was to take the virginity of young women, the very story I

had heard and chosen to ignore many times over.

I would have pondered the flashes in my head more had it not been

for my current predicament, his cock burrowing itself inside of me.

  "Oh," I panted, my whole body vibrating with each push of his groin

    as his manhood continued to stretch my inner walls.

Time seemed to freeze as I briefly looked into the face of my partner,

this being of sexual energy. In the darkness, I completely forgot about

everything that was happening, and simply stared to the dark ridges and

contours of his face and structure.

He had the bone formations for eyebrows, the ridge for a nose,

although his face lacked any sort of hair or blemish. The area for his

nostrils was sealed off completely, entirely smooth and devoid of any

indentation. Likewise, he had not a single slit for his mouth, or a hint of

lips or that an opening existed. It was as if this was a man wearing a pair of

pantyhose over his head, completely smoothing over his features. Only, his

skin tone was the same pale as the rest of his flesh, a faded gray with a bare

hint of tan.

He towered over me, standing alike the trees that surrounded us, a

tall, lanky figure. Then, I looked down, past the tops of my heaving chest

and crest of my stomach, between my legs. I could not make out his

maleness from this angle, but what I could see was his naked groin pushing

deep between my thighs.

  "Jesus!" I screamed, flailing around at anything to grab onto. A

    branch, post, anything to support my body as an incredible pleasure speared

through my core. My overwhelming anxiety had transformed into a deep

frenzy of need for release.

As the fire began to burn hotter than ever inside of my abdomen, the

very act of being fucked by this supernatural creature seemed to last an

eternity. Hours went by it felt, even days with him pounding away inside of

me. It had continued on for so long that I feared my head would no longer

remember who I was.

Then, as I stared into the full moon, long away in the night sky, it

finally happened. A sudden surge made my body convulse into the

beginnings of orgasm.

  "Oh my god! Oh shit!" I cried out, writhing in the air, twisting and

    turning as my body exploded into a mind-numbing climax. Juices seeped

out of my snatch and onto the soil below.

Slenderbone must have been close too, or maybe it was just a

command of will, but he soon followed. I felt his seed shoot into the dark

corners of my womanhood, coating the inner walls with his warm release.

Spurt after spurt erupted from his cock, until I felt him soften and slip

out of me.

  "Jamie."

    I heard a noise, far off in the distance. It sounded like the wind

howling, rustling through the branches and leaves which caused a racket of

sounds. Then, the footsteps on the earth caught my attention, the crunching

of leaves and bushes of someone moving through the underbrush.

  "Jamie."

    As my mind cleared from the peak of climax, I realized it to be a

person's voice. Whether male or female, I could not tell. I looked down,

seeing the ground well beneath my floating form. Then, I turned, staring

once more between my legs, or rather the absence where the being of my

virgin desires stood not seconds before.

  "Jamie."

    As if he had vanished completely, there was nothing but a definite

absence between my thighs, a lingering space where the creature once

stood. I could only feel the heat of his short presence, still surrounding my

body in a comfortable warmth.

"Jamie!"

****

I woke to the dawn of a new day, and to the grinning smile of a

person standing over me.

"My god, Jamie. Did you get drunk last night or something?"

My eyes searched around, looking for the forest or the darkness of the

night that seemed to be reality just moments before. Instead, all I saw was

the familiar room of my dormitory, and the scantily clothed female figure

of my roommate.

"Hm?" I muttered, coughing and wiping the dried saliva from the

corners of my mouth.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

I looked to the window, seeing the bright sunlight through the cracked

blinds. It must have been past lunchtime by now, well into the Sunday

afternoon.

"What happened?"

Jennifer giggled. "What do you mean? I left to go to church and came

back, and you were still asleep. I remember you being gone last night, and

from the looks of things, you had one hell of a party."

"God," I sighed, slumping into the pillows once more, and staring up

to the ceiling. "I feel like I haven't slept at all."

My girlfriend snorted. "Well, I was hoping we could have some fun

today." I looked over to her twirling a lock of her hair. "You know, like we

usually do," she smiled.

While I was fond of the intimate encounters with my girlfriend,

especially on a lonely weekend, there were other things on my mind at that

moment. Crazy, unimaginable things of a dream, or a twisted reality. I

wasn't quite sure which.

"I'm not feeling it right now, babe," I said, to which my roommate

sighed. I hadn't meant to ruin her appetite for sex at the moment, but I just

wasn't feeling up for it.

"Maybe later," she giggled, showing a hint of her cleavage as she bent

over. "These babies can be all yours."

Then, she was gone, off to study or hang out with her other friends. I

was alone to my thoughts for the moment, reveling in the mystery of last

night.

As I got up from my tired slump, the door opened and Jennifer

returned again. This time, she had a box in her hands.

"Here's something. I think it's for you," she said, appearing puzzled

by the blank nature of the box. "It was left by the door."

"Oh!" I gasped, taking the delivery from her hands. "I forgot. Alexia

wanted me to doing some editing this weekend, and get some of the movie

cut for her."

"Not a lot of the weekend left to do much, don't you think?" Jennifer

laughed.

"Yeah," I sighed, as the very mention of my friend's name brought up

negative images in my head, specifically of last night.

"Have fun, then," my girlfriend said, before exiting the door a second

time.

Yawning one last time, I got up and headed for my computer desk,

grabbing a pair of scissors from a drawer. I also realized that my

appearance had changed completely from when I remembered last; I was

wearing a typical night shirt and a pair of pajama pants like I normally

wore to bed. I must have changed before going to sleep last night, but the

memory of doing so simply wasn't there.

Inside the box were a mass amount of filming tapes, all from Alexia's

camcorder. Given the amount of footage we had shot, I expected there to be

at least ten or fifteen, but that number was a big underestimate.

Fifty I counted on the first search, even finding more buried down

below after a more thorough count. How had she amassed so many? Each

tape held a couple hours of footage, so the sheer amount of video in this

  box was astronomical. Way more than she had held the camera.

    After I started to take the tapes out, setting them aside in an orderly

fashion, I realized there was more than one type. Some had the dates and

locations written on the side, from where we had filmed on the day, and

who was in the footage. Others were blank, except for a number, hastily

written in black ink.

As I set the movie tapes to the side, I left the other remnants in the

box. Every one of them had a numerical indicator on the side, as if there

was a certain order for them to be played. Maybe Alexia had filmed extra

footage to be in the movie. It wouldn't be the first time she had done

something without permission, such as changing an actress in between days

and causing us to reshoot stuff.

  But, I couldn't comprehend her shooting this much by herself. Where

    did she find the time to produce all this? Regardless, if it didn't have to be

about the movie then she probably wouldn't have sent them all to me.

Sighing heavily at the work ahead of me, I gathered the tapes with the

dates and set them near the computer, while the box of the rest unidentified

tapes I laid near the television.

After putting on a modest pair of clothes, I set to work on sorting

through the mess of tapes in the box. Each one of them had a strange

residue encrusted on the surface, like they had been sitting for awhile. As I

fumbled with them in my hands some more, checking for scratches and

other weird markings, they also started to emit a strange odor. It took me a

moment to recognize the stench that came from the objects, but as soon as

it started to bring up memories from last night, I immediately connected it

with one very specific being.

I don't know how long I sat there, contemplating what to do next. The

  tape in my hand was the first in the series, marked by a 1 on the side of the

    plastic. Finally gathering a formidable amount of courage, I hooked the

camera up to the television and pushed the first tape into the slot.