Pleasant Nightmares Pt 03

AUTHOR'S NOTE AND WARNING TO READERS: This story revolves entirely around a pee fetish. Specifically, swallowing it in ridiculous amounts. There's also some horror themes, loss of control, "mind break" and - in this chapter - orgasm denial. There is zero penetration in the story, and anyone who do not enjoy reading about piss drinking won't find this story appealing. You have been warned!

Obviously, it is a work of fiction, and all of the characters in the story are above the age of eighteen. The work is also copyrighted.

I wrote this due to popular demand for the 'series' to continue. I'm hoping it will satisfy fans of the first two parts, whilst still bringing something new to the table. Thank you for reading!

--- PLEASANT NIGHTMARES - PART 3 ---

Clara absent-mindedly touched herself in the shower, but it seemed to do little to satisfy her. She knew why. It was becoming increasingly hard to focus during the day, or to find pleasure in things that once used to excite her. All she could think about was what would happen next time she'd fall asleep, and the sleep paralysis demon would visit her anew, filling up her mouth with his hot golden urine, and making her mind completely submit to it. In a way, her new perverted habits reminded her of a drug. Because she knew how wrong it was, and she hated herself for always wanting more, but at the same time it was incredibly addicting and felt better than any other pleasure in the world.

Clara was trapped in the eternal loop of pleasure and humiliation. But that was okay. After all, the demonic entity had offered her a twisted paradise. Had brought her to her knees with shame - and then raised her up with the feeling of euphoria. The creature was the only one who could give her such overwhelming bliss - who could grant her deepest desires - but her heart screamed out in horror at how much she desired it. She was such an innocent girl. How could something so depraved give her such undeniable enjoyment?

As she got into bed, her hair still wet from the shower, she could feel the anticipation welling up inside her. It had only been a few hours since she last fell asleep - since the demon visited her - but she could already sense that her need for it grew stronger with each passing minute. She could feel her nipples as she put on her thin pajamas, and felt herself becoming increasingly more aroused as her mind kept on returning to the events that happened earlier. To make matters worse, she had booked a doctor's appointment for the next day, where she would ask for sleeping pills. Why be awake when she could be living the dream?

Clara went through a thick web of emotion: anticipation, excitement, disgust, shame. They all felt real, and yet they felt almost irrelevant. Clara thought about the demon - about what would happen to her next time it would visit - and felt the first hints of a smile appear on her face. She felt so confused by her own feelings, but it didn't matter now. She was hoping she'd be drinking pee again soon. Even though she knew she was going to feel horrible about herself when she woke up - when she was back in this real world - that didn't matter as much anymore. She could feel sleep take her, and she was grinning.

It seemed like forever passed before the demon finally made an appearance.

"Welcome back, my little urinal." The creature hissed. It said the words mockingly, as always, with the tone in it's voice as dark as ever. "I sense you've missed me, Clara." It laughed, and Clara couldn't help but notice that her mouth was watering already. But she kept her eyes open, and her hands were firmly by her sides - waiting to be used. She was powerless to move either way, under the demon's spell, and what she wanted didn't really matter anyway. Still, her heart demanded that she put on at least a small show of resistance. It was not her real intent, but it made her feel better about herself - lessened the guilt that accompanied her pleasure.

"You can see it in her eyes, can't you? She can't wait for more!" The demon exclaimed with another laugh. That's when Clara first noticed the second creature. Another demonic entity, of similar nature to the first, but with feminine shapes. It seemed to hover around the room like some kind of apparition, dark and scaly. The female demon hissed at the sight of her, and Clara could feel the sexual energy in the room change immediately. The two seemed to know each other well - intimately, perhaps - and something within them felt as if they were feeding off each other in an obscene manner.

Clara felt her nipples stiffen up again and she started to tremble with lust. What was going to happen to her now? This was all new to her. It had always just been the same entity - the one who ruled over her, in all ways. She wondered where this female demon came from - why was it here? Perhaps she too craved pleasure, like Clara did? But there was no time to wonder for long, because the male demon made its move.

"Let me see how well you swallow it tonight, Clara." The male said, as he grabbed hold of her head with one clawed hand. His grip was surprisingly tender. "You do want it, don't you?" he teased her. "Tell me, my little pee slave. You want it all, don't you?" He moved his cock towards her mouth, aiming directly at it's mark: the dark pink slit in the tip of its cock reminded her so much of the first time it ever visited her. That memory hit her like a train. Made her pussy twitch with arousal.

"Yes.. Mmh.. I want it all.." Clara moaned as she watched his cock move closer and closer to her mouth. Her tongue instinctively began licking her lips - her entire being tensed up - ready for the demon's urine to enter her mouth once more. But as the cock was about to touch her lips, the demon abruptly pulled away, teasing her, making her hunger grow worse. She could feel her face turn bright red with embarrassment - humiliation - but she had come to realize that the shame was part of it, and that the demon loved that aspect.

It roared with laughter, and licked it's sharp teeth in a strange manner. "I think I know how to make our little urinal feel even better tonight!" The male exclaimed to the other creature in the room, in a teasing tone that made Clara's cheeks flush with excitement.

"I CAN PLAY?" The female demon hissed. It's voice was sharp and melodic, and felt like it pierced right through her chest - like ice against fire. It had a different accent than the male one - much thicker and rougher. It sent shivers down Clara's spine.

The male demon didn't respond verbally, but it gestured for the female to approach - and she did so in a flash, landing by Clara's side in an instant, giggling excitedly as it moved closer. Within a moment, the feminine one had straddled her face, its demonic pussy hovering just above Clara's mouth, and its scaly thighs touching her cheeks. They felt unnaturally warm to the touch. Clara tried to look up at the creature - to try and see her face, but it was all a blur of black scales, horns and sharp teeth. Only the eyes were clearly visible. Clara knew what would happen next, and her heart began racing as the excitement took hold. It felt as if the blood in her veins had been replaced with butterflies. She loved being made a piss receptacle for the first entity, but she could not deny that something about this new encounter was very exciting indeed. Did two demons mean double the fun..?

Clara moved her gaze to the creature's pussy. It was open already, ready to be filled by Clara's tongue. It's wet folds seemed to have the same black texture as the rest of it's scaly skin, and there seemed to be a hint of pinkish redness in it's middle. The demon was dripping with its own arousal, and the sweet but naughty scent of it filled Clara's nose immediately, and her body shivered with delight. "DRINK PEE!" it demanded, and its voice hit Clara like a sudden lightning strike. She could hear herself moan into the wet folds above her mouth, as her body seemed to want nothing more than to obey that command. Her mouth watered and her tongue parted the folds, reaching into the demon's tunnel, and probing around inside of it.

She tasted its slick insides. The feminine creature tasted much different from the masculine one - perhaps more sweet, or less bitter? Or maybe it was just a different flavor altogether? But then the urine started to flow out, and all other flavours seemed immaterial. The taste of shame returned, just like she remembered. And with it, came the familiar wave of pleasure. It was so salty, and tasted far worse than the male entity's - but the fact that it was extra intense only added to her embarrassment, because she still drank it down so greedily. Her tongue explored every last inch of the demon's pussy as its yellow fluids poured out, and down her throat. Clara's mouth filled up again and again, with each gulp feeling better than the one before.

The creature above her moaned with delight - so loud it seemed to echo through the room. And Clara could feel her first orgasm approach like an unstoppable stampede. But then, something quite unexpected happened. The female entity put its hand onto Clara's genitals, through the duvet and her pajamas, and her orgasm magically vanished! She was left with a confused expression on her face, with her eyes open wide. "No.. Why.." She cried, feeling robbed.

Both the demons laughed in unison. "Our little pee slut want's to climax? We're not going to let you! Not unless you can keep swallowing for an hour.." They both said, their words overlapped and mixed together like some strange blend of colors, like they were one and the same. Clara felt so hopeless at this point. She had already accepted she would never cum again until she drank the creature's pee - but now they were going to deny her the only pleasure that truly mattered? It felt like a joke to her. Like torture.

"But I.. I don't think I can do it..!" Clara protested, trying her best to convince them, despite the fact that she knew it was all pointless.

"MUST DO IT!" the female said, and released another torrent of urine straight into Clara's little mouth. The foul taste in her mouth made her mind spin with need and arousal, and yet Clara managed to keep swallowing, despite her rising desperation. And once again, another climax seemed to be rapidly approaching - but the demon repeated the same trick, removing her pleasure just before it could come full circle.

"Pleeeeease..!" Clara cried into the demon's pussy, and then drank down more pee, to prevent herself from saying any more. But she was so wet - and so horny - that it was becoming increasingly hard to think straight, or keep up.

Then the stream of urine stopped. The male demonic entity moved in closer - so close it was hovering just above her, inches from her eyes. "... Do you want us to stop?" it said with that mocking tone. "If you want it to stop, just tell me to leave, and I will. You'll wake up alone."

Clara did not answer at first, thinking it over - considering her options. But.. why would she ever want it to stop? This was what she wanted, deep down. Why would she ever say "no" to the only thing in the world that could make her feel good - let alone whole? She wanted to climax, to be sure - but even if she'd never be allowed to cum again, would she truly want to stop drinking? It was too confusing. Clara bit her lips and tears started to form in the corners of her eyes, as she was growing more and more frustrated at the situation, and herself.

"But.. I..." Clara began.

"MUST DRINK PEE! MUST BE URINAL! CLARA IS PISS SLAVE!" The female demon said. It's voice was almost screeching by now. And yet Clara felt something in its words resonate within her. A wave of confusion hit her as if an invisible wall had suddenly been placed between her and the world. The realization of what she was saying washed over her like a cold shower, and made her mind freeze in place, despite all her arousal and desire to cum. She tried to speak again, but no words would form in her mind. There were none she could say. No way to object to being the demonic creatures little pee slut. There was no denying it anymore. She knew this to be true. So instead, she simply whispered:

"More.. I want more..."

She wanted them to make her drink it, and then not let her cum. It seemed so strange, but still, that's what she craved. As wrong as it was, the flavour and humiliation was what she had come to love most. They would let her cum when a full hour had transpired. Of course, she knew they would make her feel embarrassed - she'd probably have to beg for it - but how could that be a bad thing? The shame only increased her pleasure. And theirs.

Both of the demons flicked their long tongues out, as if licking the air around Clara, and then laughed manically. The male one took charge now, getting the female to move further away so that his scaly cock could slip into the poor human girl's desperate mouth. "Finally honest, Clara.." it whispered, amused. "And don't worry about your belly getting too full.. I've got another surprise for you..." It pressed its cock inside her lips, stretching them open as far as they could possibly go. As always, it felt so big in her mouth. And then it began again..

Clara struggled to swallow it all down, and with each mouthful she managed to get down, her mouth was soon filled anew - but she fought hard to keep going, as the demon's pee continued to flow into her mouth. The taste was slightly different - sweeter, somehow. But it still tasted just as good. Still brought with it the same feeling of euphoria. It didn't matter how much she hated herself for being such a pervert. And suddenly, doing this for a full hour didn't seem like a punishment anymore. It seemed like an agonizing gift for a masochistic pee slut like herself. She caught herself smiling widely. This was going to be a long and difficult hour, but Clara knew that with each sip she would grow even more addicted to the bitter urine. Even more addicted to her own humiliation.

The demon kept relieving itself in her mouth mercilessly for what seemed like an eternity. Her mind grew hazy, and time ceased to have meaning. The only thing in the world that mattered was swallowing all the demon's piss she could manage. Clara felt her eyes grow hazy - as if she was fading away into a trancelike-state. She drank, and drank, and drank, and her belly grew so heavy that it almost hurt. Each time she'd near an orgasm, they'd deny it again, over and over. And after a while, Clara's mind had become completely numb. She did not think about herself, or her feelings, or about her life in the real world. Nothing existed but the piss sliding down her throat. This was where she belonged.

When the demonic entity finally withdrew its scaly cock from her lips, she gasped for air and was panting loudly. Tears had been running down her face and she was a sobbing mess, aching with need for release. Her little pussy was unbelivably wet, and throbbed so intensely it physically hurt. Her stomach was visibly bloated, and the female demon pulled Clara's bed covers away and pulled up her pajama shirt, putting it's clawed hands directly onto her skin, wiggling her belly around so it made a sloshing sound. It felt so weird and yet erotic to be touched in such a manner, and Clara moaned as her body began to squirm - her whole body feeling overwhelmingly needy.

"NOW RELEASE!" The female ordered and pulled her pajama bottoms down a bit, lifting her legs up in the air, holding them up like that - together - with a clawed hand. And as if on queue, her belly started to shrink - as Clara wet the bed. The urine seemed to flow right through her - as if her body had become nothing more than a receptacle - and she released herself. She felt a burning shame as the pee gushed from her achy pussy, all over her bed. There was no escape for her now. There never was.

"Yesssss!" The male demon hissed excitedly - licking the air around Clara again - and the female followed suit, approaching Clara's little face so close she could feel his hot breath on her skin. "The pee slut is a bed wetter! How embarrassssssing!" they said, as the urine continued to flow - until it all ceased in a moment of silence. And then the demons laughed in unison.

Clara was so ashamed she almost cried. So mortified she didn't even know what to do with herself. And yet.. It felt so good to release the tension in her belly, now visibly less round, and lying in a pool of her own urine felt warm and cozy. The scent filled the room and tickled her nostrils. Clara could not resist the urges any longer. "Pleeease..." she said in her most helpless tone of voice, "Fill me up again.. I beg you.." Her voice sounded like someone else's entirely. As if it belonged to a different girl. A weaker, less reluctant one - who knew only one purpose: to serve as their pee slut. Clara looked up at them with hopeful eyes.

The female demon did not speak at first, but its eyes seemed to turn dark for a moment, before it smiled with those sharp teeth and nodded slowly. "AS YOU WISH.." She hissed. And it leaned back near the foot of the bed, its legs spread wide. "COME HERE!"

Clara obeyed without question, as she felt the paralysis lessen, though crawling to the end of the bed was still difficult. She laid herself down flat on her belly, with her face right above the pool of pee she had just created - swiftly being absorbed by the mattress - so she could easily reach out and drink from the female demon's pool of pleasure once more. Her heart was beating quickly, and she felt a surge of emotions - but among the shame and excitement was the thrill of knowing she'd soon get to drink even more. And she felt.. Happy? What was wrong with her? This should feel terrible, but somehow it felt natural to her. How something so dirty could make her feel so good, she did not understand. But it was not because of some demonic spell. No, quite the opposite. More than likely, the demons had sought her out because they knew this was her true desire. Her purpose.

The female demon put its clawed hand on Clara's head and pushed her face right into its scaly pussy, filling her mouth up once more. The urine was salty, and slightly thicker - it tasted as if it had been bathed in feminine juices. Clara drank from the wet folds again, letting the flavour dance across her tastebuds, enjoying the warmth. It tasted so good she moaned into the demon's pussy, as she tried to eat out its wet folds while also drinking down all the piss inside her mouth. She had forgotten about trying to climax. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered. She was living a true fantasy now. Her own pleasure was irrelevant. She was completely lost in her perverted state of mind.

"Have we found a new rock bottom for your darkest desires..?" the male demonic entity teased her. It sounded somewhat genuinely curious, which caught her off guard - and made her smile again despite herself. Her face turned bright red as she realized how pathetic she must look - laying in a puddle of her own pee, drinking urine with such enthusiasm. But Clara was past caring now. She no longer cared about what she looked like, or whether or not it made her seem perverted. All that mattered was being able to drink more urine, as much as possible. The more, the better. Always more. She wanted it so badly.

She kept going for what could have easily been an hour, if not more. The demonic entities took turns, one after the other, pissing down her throat. They never ran out of urine and Clara never ran out of desire. Each time an orgasm drew near, they would magically remove it, until they stopped trying to distract her from her true purpose. Even though the paralysing grip on her was lessened, she did not once attempt to touch herself. Clara drank and drank and drank, and each time her belly got too full, they made her release it onto the bed through her own urethra. In this manner, they pushed her further into her humiliating, depraved state. She grew achier and wetter by the minute, until she was constantly dripping onto the sheets below. She wasn't sure if it was her wetness or urine that was leaking. It was hard to think, to feel embarrassed, to know any shame. Clara was drunk with the sensation of the demon's piss flowing down her throat - of serving as a receptacle - and lost in the pleasure it brought her.