Round Three - (the raiding party)
It must of been an hour or two later that I came back to wakefulness, the sun low in the sky. Quickly, I scurried back to my house clutching my scant belongings to my naked chest. An old friend of mine was coming to dinner later that very evening and that damn plant had now made me very late in my preparations. Luckily for me Lucy, my rather beautiful, raven haired friend who was to be my guest was usually late and, sure enough, by the time she arrived, the meal was prepared and ready.
After a pleasant evening of food, gossip and too much red wine, we retired to our adjacent bedrooms at about twelve o'clock. Due to the wine, I slept heavily but, even so, was once or twice awakened by vaguely heard, distant bumps and groans that were, seemingly, coming from Lucy's bedroom. The next morning I asked how Lucy had slept and she replied that, apart from a very strangely erotic dream, she had slept very well. She then gave me the rather sordid details of her erotic dream:-
"I dreamt that I was lying on my back upon your guest bed in your spare bedroom, my wrists somehow had been tied to each of the adjacent head-posts of the king sized brass bed while I was asleep. I was further shocked, that my ankles appeared to be tied to each of the upright posts at the beds foot, forcing my legs to be spread very wide indeed. So, there I lay, my body spread-eagled in the shape of an 'X'. As I craned my neck forward to peer into the gloom of the darkened room, my heart beat loudly in my chest when some soft material was stuffed rudely into my mouth. I could just make out in the darkness, the perpetrator of this act, it was a tiny or miniature blond haired man! In fact, I soon realized that there were, in actual fact, two of them. His accomplice pressed a thick piece of sticky tape over my already stuffed full mouth, keeping any noises I might make to a minimum! I made many muffled protests and I writhed about unconvincingly, such was the dire hopelessness of my plight, upon the bed in vague protest being, as I was, also strangely excited and was, sorry to say, rather enjoying this weird scenario.
Ignoring my complaints, the bed clothes were pulled away, exposing my body, clad in only my see-through baby-doll night dress. Strangely, in reality I had, actually, put this very garment on before retiring. Unsure if I was awake or dreaming, it was with a strange mix of disbelief and surreally that I struggled uselessly against my bonds. The hem of my baby doll, speedily rode up to my waist in response to my wriggling movements, revealing my matching black panties. Pausing at this somewhat unfortunate, unwanted and unintentionally provocative occurrence, my two assailants, seeing me suddenly stilled in rueful regret at my impetuousness, jumped up on the bed and pulled the already raised hem of my baby-doll night-dress up over my face, revealing my naked breasts.'
The effect of the chill air on my nipples did not go unnoticed by the two little men who, with undisguised delight, avidly groped a breast and each applied themselves to encouraging my nipples forth...not that they needed much coaxing and, responding indecently quickly, were soon protruding like stiff little fingers.