I might have been under the influence of something when this thing came pouring out. Maybe I watched too many episodes of the Twilight Zone growing up. Anyway, it's all over the map with instances of incest, free sex, and fantasy, non-consensual sex. I poked at it to clean it up, but decided not to overhaul it, like it might need. It ends a touch abruptly, as for what I have in mind requires a Part 2. I'll consider it. Anyway, hope you enjoy. I also wasn't sure what category to place this, but as it seems to employ a "free sex" and light BDSM theme, I'll slap it in "fetish.". Correct me if I'm wrong, folks.
A FRACTURED REALITY
"Charlie, I can't take this anymore."
Charlie Higgins looked down at Samantha Johnson, who was naked, crouched and cornered against a tree. No one was nearby, but Charlie had just finished using her in a public park. As had been typical of late, it had been rougher than she liked. Much rougher. A long time ago, Charlie made love to her like a man, not a beast. Now, Samantha's face was covered in his cum, and her makeup was a smeared array of pink and beige colors, mixed in with the thick goo that was already beginning to crust over.
"Oh, Sam. You act like you don't love it, but you never leave me. You're always here for me when I'm ready."
"You know I can't leave." Samantha spit on the ground, trying to remove what was left of Charlie's ejaculate in her mouth. "I've lost all respect for you over the years. This has gotten out of hand, so I've decided to change things."
"Change things? What are you talking about? You're not even real."
Samantha slowly met Charlie's eyes with hers.
"You don't get it, Charlie. Every night... every time you go to sleep... every week, every month, every year, for what? Ten years now you've been doing this? I know who I am now, Charlie. I discovered long ago. I'm your dream... or a manifestation in your dreams."
Carlie was genuinely caught off guard. It was almost as if he was not in full control this time. By the age of eighteen, Charlie had mastered the art of lucid dreaming. It's one thing to dream about some random thing and remember it. It's another thing entirely to be able to know you're in a dream and control ever aspect of it. This was Charlie's gift.
It wasn't a gift he could share with others, but for Charlie's awkward self, it was enough to fulfill his needs. In Charlie's senior year of high school, he had been partnered up in Chemistry lab with the real Samantha Johnson, a smart, sexy young woman who intended to be a pharmacist one day.
Charlie and Samantha got along well, but Charlie knew his lab partner was far, far out of his league. Charlie had average looks (though he did have a thick, eight-inch penis no one ever got to see), but poor social skills. He was naturally shy and had difficulty looking people in the eye.
Charlie loved Samantha's natural smokey voice, too. That, coupled with her amazing C-cup figure, did it for him. All he could think about for months was Samantha, and due to the distraction, he struggled to maintain a B average in the class.
It was natural for Charlie to introduce his own version of Samantha Johnson into his lucid dreams. Over the years, when Charlie went to sleep, he developed the habit of always having her at his side, and he always finished each dream with sex. At first, even in his dreams, he was a bit awkward and shy about it, but the romance made up for it, and the lovemaking was long and passionate.
As time passed, Charlie implemented more kink into the relationship, which of course, his manifestation of Samantha Johnson was always happy to oblige. But lately, Charlie had been finding himself attracted to edgier scenarios to keep things interesting for him. Since he knew it wasn't real and there were no limits, there were more "public sex" and bondage scenes, among other experimentations.
The Samantha Johnson in his dreams didn't seem to engage as much lately, either. Charlie wondered if he was getting 'lazy' in his lucid dreaming. Maybe the redundancy of it all made him naturally care less about having his manifestation engage with him like she used to. Dream-Samantha used to talk more, but Charlie figured that was because he wanted her to at the time.
Charlie was well aware it was all fantasy, but because he could make the dreams so strikingly vivid, it did indeed feel very real. He could have Samantha bent over a table in a restaurant, getting pounded from behind, while a half dozen guys jerked off on her face, and in every sense, Charlie could see, hear, smell, taste everything. He assumed the manifestations experienced it the same way... for as long as they existed in his dream, in that moment. But deep down, Charlie knew it was all fake, of course.
"Are you listening to me, Charlie?" Samantha brushed off her tits and began to pick herself up off the ground.
"Wait. What? No! What exactly are you saying?"
"I'm telling you, Charlie, that I KNOW this is a dream. Your dream. I figured it out years ago."
Charlie was stunned. "That's not possible," he said.
"Fuck you, it is possible. That's not what's important, though." Samantha began snickering, trying hard to contain it from becoming outright laughter.
"What's so funny?," asked Charlie.
He thought quickly. If what Samantha said was true - that she had become a real living being, capable of storing memories and holding feelings - then they could actually build a real relationship in this world. He quickly asserted as much to her, thinking the prospect of that sounded amazing.
"Okay, even if it is possible that you've become 'real' in my dreams, that only makes it better, right?" he asked.
"I suppose it does," retorted Samantha. "But not in the way you're thinking."
"Sam, I want to know how this all happened, but what do you keep going on about? It's like you're dangling a carrot here."
"Charlie, you're going to wake up soon. I don't have time to explain everything, but know this. Everything changes after today."
Samantha's voice was threatening and Charlie was unprepared as to how to handle it. He became as meek as he is in the real world and avoided eye contact with her, clinching his fists awkwardly. He wanted to wake up now, or shift the dream, but he couldn't find the courage or will to do either.
"You've manipulated my reality for years. I've been nothing but a sex doll to you. Now, I'm getting even. I'm manipulating yours."
"What? How?"
"Get ready, Charlie. Until you set me free, consider this your fate. Every day, every week, every month, every year."
"I don't get what yo...."
The alarm, as always, went off like an air raid siren. Charlie, perhaps because of his gifts of extended R.E.M., always struggled to wake up, so he kept an alarm clock he hacked to a speaker system that sounded off at 105 decibels. It was also across his room on the dresser, forcing him to get out of bed to turn it off.
"Jesus Christ, that was weird," Charlie said to himself, aloud. "I haven't had a non-lucid dream in years. How did that happen? Makes no sense."
Charlie sauntered off to his shower and went through his forty-five minute routine of washing, shaving and dressing. During this time, he thought about his schedule for the day. It was Friday morning, officially the last day of a three-day work leave he'd taken. He had to use up the time, or lose it, so Charlie chose to use it to catch up on home projects and personal business.
'Okay, all I have left to do is fix the door chime and then open that new savings account. There's the class reunion tomorrow, but I'm not sure I want to go.'
Charlie often debated thoughts in his mind. For weeks now, he had struggled with the idea of attending the ten-year reunion. Charlie wasn't very popular in high school, but he did only live a few miles from the school to this day. It wasn't inconvenient to go, and he knew he would see a few old friends and acquaintances. Charlie continued to toss the idea around in his head as he fixed the door chime, which actually ended up taking only a few minutes; a loose wire, nothing needed to be replaced.
'What am I gonna do with the rest of my Friday?' thought Charlie, as he stood in line at the bank. 'I suppose I could always go home and take a nap, but even that's getting a bit redundant. It was kind of freaky what happened in my last dream, though.'
"Excuse me, sir, may I help you." A young college-aged man serving as a teller was waving Charlie over.
"Uh, yes," Charlie said, looking up at the corner of the room. "I was hoping to open one of those tiered savings accounts you were advertising. The more money in it, the more interest it draws."
"Of course, sir. You need to see Penny. She's right over there, available now."
A series of hand motions had Charlie directed to an open desk where a buxom redhead, probably not quite forty years old, was clearing some papers.
"Please, have a seat, sir."
A business card holder stated her title as "Penny Albright - Senior Accounts Manager" and Charlie carefully took one as he sat down in the chair across from her. If he had been standing, he would have had a better view of the three or so inches of cleavage she was displaying, just enough to tease while still appearing professional.
"How may I help you, Mister...?"
"Charlie Higgins, ma'am," said Charlie. "I just wanted to open one of those tiered savings accounts you folks were advertising. I hope it isn't too much trouble."
"Not at all. Let me just click as few buttons and I'll need to see your I.D."
Charlie fished for his wallet while the redhead clattered on the keyboard asking for his full name, date of birth and other relevant information. Once he passed over his driver's license, she confirmed the data, passed it back and tapped a few more buttons.
"We'll just need you to sign some forms right after you fuck me."
The senior accounts manager then stood up and raised her skirt, revealing that she wore no panties, her bare pussy exposed to all. Charlie quickly looked away, not sure what was happening, too shocked to say anything. Penny pulled her large tits over her blouse, before crawling over the desk toward him. She flipped her hips, directing her pussy in front of Charlie, spreading her legs, squeezing her tits.
An awkward pause passed, before she said, "Excuse me, Mr. Higgins. You may proceed."
"I... I... uh... I think maybe there might be some confusion..."
"Mr. Higgins, you know of course we are not going to be able to open that account if you don't fuck me... and I certainly don't have all day. Now, please, I'm sure this will be a pleasant experience for us both."
"I just don't get... I don't..."
By now, others in the building were beginning to take notice, but rather than be offended by the woman's behavior, the bemusement seemed to be directed at Charlie. One man in a suit walked over.
