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Subject: {ASSM} "When a Nightmare Comes True"{Norm DePloom}(MF, reluctant, oral, anal)
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Date: Tue, 18 May 2004 11:10:02 -0400
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Caveat lector.

 

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it.

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don't read it.

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story, don't read it.

 

Find my stories here- 

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/normdeploom/

 

Copyright C 2004 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for 

profit without the written permission of the author.  

This story may be freely distributed with this notice 

attached.  The author may be contacted at 'MyStories 

at normdeploom dot com' (Replace the 'at' and the 

'dot' with the appropriate symbols.)

 

All the characters and events in this story are 

fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 

entirely coincidental.

 

When a Nightmare Comes True

By

Norm DePloom

 

Maria thought it was the nightmare again.  Not just a 

nightmare, but 'the nightmare': the one that left her 

feeling terrified and humiliated.  It was bad enough 

to dream about being brutally raped by a large, 

powerful, knife wielding man, but to always wake up on 

the verge of an orgasm and be unable to stop herself 

from fingering her wet, excited, pussy until she came.  

Every time she went to bed, she dreaded the horror she 

felt during the nightmare and the humiliation she felt 

while she tried to go back to sleep after fucking 

herself to an orgasm.  Even though she understood that 

it was not uncommon for women to dream, or fantasize, 

about being raped, she felt such overwhelming shame 

about being brought to the edge of orgasm by the 

dreams that she could not bring herself to speak of 

it.  

 

The nightmare horror became real horror when Maria 

woke up enough to realize that the knife wielding man 

sitting on top of her was not a specter from her 

nightmare but was quite real and, apparently, intent 

on really, physically raping her.  She could see her 

night light gleaming on the shiny knife being held in 

front of her face.

 

"If you do not cooperate, I won't kill you," he held 

the sharp edge of the cold steel blade against her 

cheek, "I will cut your face up so bad you will wish 

you were dead."  The man placed his left hand over 

Maria's breast.  "And we can see how you like going 

through life without breasts."  Maria tried to stop 

the trembling of her body as the man used the knife to 

slice the loose T-shirt that she habitually wore to 

bed from the bottom to the neck then pull it aside 

exposing her heaving breasts.  

 

"Put your arms over your head."  Maria pulled her arms 

out from underneath the man's legs and laid them with 

her wrists crossed on the pillow above her head.

 

"Oh god, please don't hurt me," Maria's voice trembled 

as she softly pleaded with the all too real rapist 

who, ignoring her request, tied her wrists together 

then secured them to the lower rail of the brass 

headboard.  The man's hands slowly moved down Maria's 

arms to her neck.

 

"How easily I could snuff out your life," he said, 

almost whispering, as his fingers tightened around 

Maria's neck.  

 

"I'm going to give you a choice," the man said while 

his hand held her neck in a threatening grip, "would 

you rather that I strangle you, or fuck you?"  The man 

began to tighten his grip on Maria's neck.  "I'm going 

to keep squeezing until you answer me."  

 

"Fuck me," Maria sobbed.  

 

"Don't forget," the man said as he released Maria's 

throat, "you asked for it.  Now you lay still while I 

take my clothes off so I can fulfill your request."  

The man climbed off Maria, and her bed then, standing 

beside her, he began to strip.  Maria could feel her 

face turning red as she watched her attacker removing 

his clothes.  She felt ashamed that she could not 

bring herself to look away or close her eyes as the 

man's naked body came into view.  After stepping out 

of his trousers, the man grasped his hardening cock 

and began to stroke it as he looked down at his 

victim.  Maria could not take her eyes off the large, 

and still growing, organ.  

 

Maria was not a virgin, but her experiences with sex 

were few and universally unfulfilling.  The penis 

reaching its full extension as she watched was longer 

and bigger around than any of the ones she had 

experienced in her past.  

 

"Spread your legs."  Maria laid still, she could not 

bring herself to spread her legs and reveal her shame.  

She could feel her humiliation grow as she thought 

about this rapist discovering that she was, not just 

wet, but dripping wet.  She was producing so much 

lubricant that she could feel it flowing down across 

her anus and wetting the sheets under her fanny.  The 

man moved so quickly it seemed to Maria to be a blur 

that ended in pain as he retrieved the wicked looking 

knife from the table beside her bed and, with a 

practiced flick of his wrist, brought its razor sharp 

point across the side of her breast.  Maria cried out 

in pain and squeezed her eyes shut.  When she opened 

them Maria was surprised to see only a thin line of 

blood across her skin.  She had expected to see her 

breast nearly cut away.

 

"I hope," the man said as he used the tip of his 

finger to gather her blood and transport it to his 

mouth, "that you are smart enough to not need another 

demonstration of the consequences of not obeying my 

orders.  Maria slowly moved her feet about twenty four 

inches apart as she watched her attacker ingest the 

blood from her wound.  She was startled by the 

realization that watching him eat her blood caused an 

increase in the flow from between her legs.

 

"You know what I want when I say 'spread your legs'," 

the man said with a menacing whisper as he leaned over 

and looked directly into Maria's terrified eyes.  

Maria bent her knees and spread her legs as wide as 

she could force them.  

 

"I don't have to look at or touch your cunt to know 

how wet you are," the man said softly with his mouth 

so close to Maria's that she could feel his hot breath 

on her lips when he spoke, "I can smell how wet you 

cunt is."  Maria moaned with embarrassment and turned 

here face away.  She had been raised to be meticulous 

in her cleanliness, and was almost phobic about any 

odor from 'down there'. 

 

"Don't worry," the man said, using a finger on her 

chin to turn her head back towards him, "I love the 

smell of wet cunt."  Maria wished her attacker would 

stop saying that word.  She hated that word both when 

it was used to describe her vagina and when it was 

used to describe her; especially when it was prefaced, 

as it always seemed to be when people were referring 

to her, by the word 'uptight'.  She almost smiled with 

the inappropriate thought that while a 'tight cunt' 

was a good thing, an 'uptight cunt' was not.  I'm just 

an uptight cunt with a tight cunt, Maria thought.  

 

It wasn't Maria's fault, the main reason she was so 

uptight was because she was so tight.  The few times 

she had allowed a man to have sex with her, it had 

been painful and they had just been average size men, 

none of them had a cock as large as the one this man 

was holding in his hand.  It was not dryness that made 

sex uncomfortable for Maria, she always produced 

prodigious amounts of lubricant.  Maria had concluded 

that she must have a vagina of extremely small 

circumference and no matter how well lubricated it 

was, even an average size cock was painfully 

uncomfortable.  Even inserting two fingers instead of 

one tended to be uncomfortable.  Maria was sure that 

her attacker had no interest in her vaginal 

circumference problem and, if he knew, would probably 

garner even greater pleasure for himself when he 

forced himself inside her body.  

 

Maria jerked when she felt the man's hand cover her 

crotch.  She again tried to look away when she felt 

his finger slip inside her tight, wet vagina.  The 

finger moved in and out several times with surprising 

gentleness and then was withdrawn.  When the finger 

covered with her vaginal lubricant approached her 

mouth, Maria held her lips pressed tightly together 

until she remembered the shallow knife slice running 

along the side of her breast.  When she relaxed her 

jaw, and allowed her lips to part, the finger pushed 

into her mouth.  Maria's stomach tightened, she 

thought she might throw up.  She had been raised by 

her mother to believe that her vagina, along with 

everything else between her legs was inherently dirty.  

Her upbringing, and her knowledge of where the finger 

had been, had more to do with the reaction of her 

stomach than the actual taste or smell of the finger 

or the substances on it.  The finger moved between 

Maria's mouth and her pussy several times, forcing her 

to ingest more of her secretions.  

 

The finger was removed, and, as Maria watched, the 

stranger pulled the foreskin on his hard cock back to 

fully reveal its head.  Leaning over slightly, the man 

placed the head of his cock on Maria's lips.  The 

man's cock flesh felt slightly sticky, but Maria 

parted her lips and took the head into her mouth.  

Every other man Maria had known had come in spurts 

after stimulation of some variety, but this cock 

seemed to have cum flowing from it as soon as she 

closed her lips around it.  Maria's stomach did 

another flip-flop as Maria began to swallow the fluid 

entering her mouth.  The more Maria sucked on the 

large cock head, and swallowed the fluid coming from 

it, the hotter and wetter her cunt seemed to become.  

While she fed on his cock like a baby with a bottle, 

the man's hands moved over her skin leaving trails of 

fire.  Her body began to be consumed with lust; every 

touch of the man's hands sent another erotic jolt 

through her crotch.  Maria was now eagerly suckling on 

the stranger's cock, swallowing the fluid flowing from 

the slit at the end of the cock head like it was life-

giving nectar being supplied by the gods.  Maria 

slowly undulated on the bed as the man's seemingly 

magic hands set her body on fire and the seemingly 

magical properties of his free flowing cum set her 

mind on fire.

 

His discharge acted like a drug, soothing Maria's 

fears as it exciting her imagination.  Instead of the 

secret, shamefully exciting, dream of being forced to 

have sex with a stranger, Maria pictured herself 

having to fuck roomfuls of men while those waiting 

their turns watched and stroked their eager cocks.  

Maria's inhibitions seemed to melt in direct 

proportion to the amount of her mysterious attacker's 

discharge she swallowed.  For the first time in her 

life Maria found herself actually craving a hard cock 

in her pussy.  She whimpered piteously, whined, and 

pouted when the man pulled his dick from her mouth.  

 

"Fuck me," Maria heard herself beg the man as she 

spread her legs further apart and moved her crotch in 

exaggerated fucking motions.  The man climbed onto the 

bed and, after positioning himself between Maria's 

widespread legs, grasped the base of his large hard 

cock and milked a stream of his seemingly never ending 

cum onto her wet, open, cunt lips.  Maria would have 

sworn that the man's secretions oozed up into her 

pussy, covering the walls of her already overly wet 

vagina with a thick viscous coating of his ejaculate.  

She could feel the intensity of her sexual heat 

growing and spreading from her vaginal walls, slowly 

permeating her whole body.

 

"Fuck me," she begged again, "fuck me hard."  The man 

ignored Maria and teased her instead by rubbing the 

head of his large hard cock up and down the lips of 

her pussy, moving it from her clitoris all the way 

down to her tight virgin ass then back up across her 

cunt to her clitoris again.  Much to her surprise, 

Maria's anus twitched invitingly when the head of the 

cock moved across it.  

 

"Please," Maria begged a third time, "please fuck me.  

Fuck my cunt with your cock."  Maria could not believe 

she was saying such things to a strange man who was 

preparing to rape her.  Instead of pushing his cock 

into Maria, the man pulled back a few inches, reached 

down between them, and pushed one of his fingers into 

Maria's tight ass.  Maria pushed herself onto her 

attacker's finger and began to imagine that the 

roomful of men were fucking her ass instead of her 

pussy.  

 

"I'm going to go crazy if you don't fuck me." Maria 

announced as she pulled her ass partway off the man's 

finger then thrust herself back on to it again.  

 

"Oh god," Maria almost screamed as her body pulsed 

with orgasmic energy.  "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she 

chanted as she thrust her ass onto the man's finger 

over and over again.

 

Maria had no memory of the man replacing the finger in 

her anus with his cock, but each thrust onto him drove 

her to a higher level of orgasm.  Maria grasped the 

bottom rung of her brass headboard with both hands 

and, with her legs hooked over the man's arms, used 

every muscle in her body to repeatedly fuck her anus 

onto the large, hard cock with all the force she could 

muster.  The fuck, and her orgasm, seemed to go on 

forever.  At some point during the night she realized 

that she was fucking her cunt instead of her ass on 

the man's never softening cock.  Later, it seemed to 

be her ass again.  It made no difference to her as 

long as this man's magic cock continued to feed her 

body it's nonstop, addictive cum.

 

Maria had no memory of the marathon fuck ending.  She 

woke up when the alarm sounded and shook her head with 

disbelief.  Never in her life had she ever had such a 

realistic dream.  As consciousness drilled deeper into 

her brain, Maria realized that her shirt was split up 

the front and hanging off her shoulders, leaving her 

breasts exposed.  She looked down and saw the dried 

blood marking a cut along the side of her breast, then 

realized that the mattress beneath her seemed to be 

totally soaked with a sticky wetness.   Maria reached 

down and explored the area between her legs.  She 

found her pussy wet and sticky, her ass spasmed gently 

when her finger touched it, and her inner thighs were 

sticky almost down to her knees.  Maria decided she 

had either had the most realistic sex dream ever, or a 

man with almost magical sex powers had invaded her 

room during the night.  Her hand continued to explore 

her cunt and ass while she considered the affect the 

man's cum seemed to have had on her.

 

"That settles it," Maria said out loud, "it had to be 

a dream."  No man cums like that, and ejaculate does 

not affect a person like that when it is ingested.  

Maria noticed the book lying on the bed beside her and 

picked it up.  The book was obviously the inspiration 

for her amazing fuck dream.  She read the shinny red 

lettering on the jet black cover, "Calling the 

Incubus".  Under that, in smaller print were the words 

"How to summon a demon lover".  Opening the front 

cover, Maria read the warning printed on the fly leaf 

of the book.

 

"Warning: Once called, a doorway is created between 

the person calling and the world of the incubus.  This 

door is very difficult to close, and leaves the person 

open to repeated visits, wanted or not, from the 

incubus."  Maria smiled and glanced at her clock, only 

seventeen hours until it would be time to go to bed 

again.      
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