Caveat lector. If you don't like sex stories, don't read it. If you don't like stories about sex with underage children, don't read it. If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it. If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it. Find my stories here- https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/normdeploom/ Copyright � 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.Nightmare