SWEET DREAMS by Maraxx217

“Oh, fuck baby! Just like that, f-fuck yeah!”

You couldn’t feel much of anything, anymore, but that didn’t stop you from screaming from behind your gag as you came for the unknown time that night. Every muscle in your body ached and burned from strain.

Your wrists and ankles were raw from the ropes tied around them, and your eyes were blinded by tears of ecstasy and pain. Every part of your being was desperate to deny the pleasure that you were feeling, but from how wet you were and how easily you sloppy hole sucked in the cock pounding into you, you could only lie for so long until you would break once more.

“NGGHH F-FUUUCK …You were fucking made to take my cock, weren’t you baby? Ohh … Yesss you were!”

Saliva and sweat drip onto your exposed skin, making you feel slippery and slimy. No matter how much you try to shy away from your abuser, you only seem to excite him even more.

You didn’t know who this person was. While his voice was somehow familiar, his name or face was not, nor why it had to be you. All you knew was that this was the biggest cock you’ve ever had forced into your tiny pussy, and you were sure you were going to become pregnant if he kept on cumming inside of you.

With your ankles tied to your wrists, he was able to fuck into your deepest, most intimate area, the head of his cock all but splitting the entrance of your womb wide as he forced his seed deeper and deeper inside of you.

Yet another orgasm was forced out of you, juices splashing onto your stalker’s navel as you hoarsely scream and cry from overstimulation and humiliation. You couldn’t take it anymore! Something was happening! You were going to break! Die! You were going to die!

Your sore neck was attacked once more by a greedy, hot mouth. Too sharp teeth mouthed at your bruising flesh, making you whine and squeal as you strain against your bindings. You could feel his cock hitting the back of your throat with each animalistic thrust of his hips. Gagging, you feel bitter bile burn your sinuses.

“F-Fuck! FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

Unable to stand it any longer, you finally allow yourself to enjoy the fucking you were receiving. After all, what could you possibly do to stop it? God, it felt so fucking good to let go and just let it happen. You’re not sure why you had such an easy time letting go, but in a way, you don’t necessarily care. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve been fucked, let alone when you were fucked this good.

“You’re my g-good little slut, aren’t you? Daddy’s good little girl, t-taking all of his cock a-and cum …”

Hot breath ghosts over the shell of your ear. You mewl as you cum once more, unashamed and unfiltered. More praises are cooed in your ear as his pace becomes more and more sloppy. He’s going to cum again ..! You desperately want to move your body against his, but are unable to due to the bindings on your ankles and wrists. You squeeze his cock as hard as you could, begging him to fuck you harder through your gag.

His hips stutter as he groans into the crook of your neck. The throbbing member grinds against your walls as he cums for the final time, filling you thickly. Whining, you weakly buck your hips upwards, exhausted from the brutal pounding you were subjected to. You were unable to keep your eyes open, and just as you started to slip unconscious, warm lips touched your forehead, and words were spoken that you couldn’t quite understand.

Startling awake, you shoot upright, chest heaving and your sheets and nightshirt sticking to your sweat-soaked frame. It takes you far too long to reorient yourself. Where are you?! What happened? Are you … Were you?! Fumbling in the darkness, you reach out and nearly knock something onto the floor.

“S-Shit ..!”

You cursed to yourself as you nearly shove your tableside lamp onto the floor. Turning the light on, you blink until your eyes readjust to the harsh light, taking in your surroundings. Home … Of course, I’m home … It was just a dream. Again … You sigh in relief, shifting uncomfortably. Face scrunching up, you cringe as you feel just how sticky your thighs are. Disgusting … And you just showered, too…

How many times have you had that damn dream? Was it four times this week? It started nearly a month ago, and it’s gotten so frequent that it doesn’t surprise you, anymore. There’s got to be something wrong with you. Why do you always enjoy being raped in that dream? Did you subconsciously know it was a dream, and just elected to perceive it as such? You didn’t know and you didn’t want to explore it, either. It was only a dream, so why worry?

You absentmindedly rub your wrists. A very intense dream … Your entire body aches and burns, and your insides are extremely sore. Maybe you hop in the shower real quick. You feel disgusting … Ignoring how the wetness shifts violently inside of you, you leave to clean yourself up. Maybe you should stop taking those sleeping pills after all.

These dreams didn’t start until shortly after you started taking them. Then again … You couldn’t stop yourself from sliding a few fingers inside of yourself. You aren’t getting any action in the waking world. Why stop your sleeping-self from having some fun?

THE END