EXCERPT FROM NIGHTMARE IN
Alicia recovered her senses slowly, luxuriating in the
afterglow of her orgasm. That had been
one of her best ever… No, the best ever!
In this state it took her some moments
to realize that something had changed.
She expected to be lying on her soft wonderful new bed. Instead she was standing upright with her
legs wide and her arms stretched up above her head. Why? There was no bed under her and yet she was still impaled on something. And for some reason her mouth felt
Alicia tried to expel whatever was in
her mouth but she could not. It felt like a rubber ball held in place by a
strap running around her head. She
blinked her gummy eyes and tried to focus on her surroundings. She was no longer in her bedroom.
She was standing on a circular brass
grating of scrolls and flourishes a little like a manhole cover but about the
size of a large table top and bearing the Korrector pattern. There was a thick brass rod rising out of the
middle of this grating with a brass dildo on its tip which was jammed up into
her pussy. But this dildo, instead of a
smooth base, had a ring of upward curving brass fingers spreading from it like
the half open petals of a flower. Sprung
fingers, Alicia realized, which flexed and dug into her slot and stroked her
inner thighs and teased the mouth of her anus.
She straddled this phallic pole with
her ankles pulled wide and cuffed by short chains to a continuous ring set in a
circular channel which ran round the rim of the
grating. Beyond the grating carved into
a worn stone slab floor were a ring of words: This wench does not know her proper place. Teach her by any means you desire… She
had to twist about to read the rest of the text as it curved round behind her
out of sight. As she did so the ring to
which her ankles were chained rotated smoothly in its channel, so she could
move with it, shuffling awkwardly, while it kept her feet spread to the
maximum. But doing so ground the dildo
and its terrible teasing prongs about inside her vagina, as if she was
literally screwing and fingering herself.
She shuddered and read the rest of the text: …she must only be freed when she has learned submission and humility.
Beyond this ring of words was the
circular perimeter of the stone slab floor which was perhaps three and a half
metres across. It was covered by a
conical tiled roof supported by a lattice of heavy timber beams. From the point at which they met in the
centre hung a heavy pulley through which the chain stretching up from her
cuffed wrists ran and then down again to a securing cleat. She was stretched and splayed in an inverted
“Y” of pale bare flesh by the chains that were pulling her arms up to the roof
and dragging her legs out sideways so that the tension between them was holding
The roof was carried by four heavy
black wooden posts equally spaced about its circumference without any walls,
doors or windows between them so that she could look out past them onto a ring
of bare earth and trampled leaf litter which ringed the structure. Beyond this was a shaggy wall of greenery.
The impossibility of all this at last
fully impinged upon Alicia’s dazed mind and she felt a surge of panic. She spun around, screwing the dildo up into
her as she went so that she could see all about her. Four paths ran away at opposite points of the
compass from the structure in which she was imprisoned; naked, chained and
impaled, into a gloomy wood which entirely surrounded it
and which was made up of thickly clustered shrubs and bushes underneath ranks of
towering oak trees.
So dazed shocked was Alicia that it
was some moments before she realized that she must be dreaming. She felt so foolish. Of course it was a
dream! Her growing panic dissolved into
Now it made sense! She had been feeling bad about her row with
Sebastian. Her unusual orgasm had been
so intense that she had passed out and now she was incorporating the things
most on her mind: the bed, its strange phallus and Sebastian’s bondage gifts,
into this fantasy. It was disturbing in detail and unusually realistic, but now
she knew it was a dream she could wake up.
Wake up now…
There were, she now noticed, a
selection of chains, straps, canes and lashes hanging from the undersides of
the beams that carried the roof. They
looked frighteningly purposeful. She jerked her hips back and forward so that
the dildo ground painfully inside her and its fingers hooked at her slot. She clenched her fists and drove her
fingernails into her palms.
I want to wake up, she thought firmly,
wishing she had not imagined herself gagged so she could have said so aloud.
Odd that she had not noticed before
but there were four long mirrors screwed to the insides of the big square
corner posts that reflected her image back at her… just like her bedroom
mirror, of course. Yes
she’d got now. She moaned and bit hard
on the ball gag in her mouth; or rather the ball gag she imagined was in her
mouth, she reminded herself.
Please let me wake up now!
But everything around her remained
disconcertingly solid and unchanged. She
could even smell slightly damp and mildewed earth and the muskiness of
leaves. Even worse she could smell the
aroma of her own orgasmic discharge as a trickled down the sides of the dildo,
the deeply buried head of which was making her stomach bulge obscenely. She looked down at her chest to see her
nipples were standing up like little cherries.
Alicia struggled desperately, twisting
and jerking on the chains that bound her, but all that did was to ream the dildo
even deeper inside her while grinding its fingers into her slot and across her
throbbing clitoris, making her shudder with perverted delight. If she kept on like that she cum again!
Alicia made herself hold still while
she tried to work out what was wrong with her.
She knew this was a dream so why couldn’t she wake up? Or was it one of those kinds of dreams when
even though you knew it was not real you could not wake up. Was this a nightmare…?