Ep. 1 - Nightmare
(This is the first of a planned series of short stories. The themes conveyed don't interest me that much personally, but I had the idea and went with it anyway. A word of warning, it gets pretty brutal, so if you have a weak stomach you may want to stay away. None of the characters are based on real people, and none of this can actually happen.)
INTRO
Judy Anson awoke with a scream, unable to control her fear as her breathing refused to slow to a normal pace. Her nightmares were becoming odder and odder with each passing night, each one seemingly darker and more terrifying than the last. This one felt so real to her, so familiar, yet she could not place how.
She had been walking alone in a dark building, barely able to see her surroundings as she passed through the halls and into the many rooms. She knew that someone or something had been chasing her, and that she needed to run as fast as she could to get away before she was caught. There seemed to be no exit to the endless hallways, only dead-end rooms that only served to slow her down.
She had reached a room with a window finally, only to see that behind it was a solid brick wall that blocked her way out. Turning to face the door once more, a shadow lurked in the doorway and laughed at her. This time, she thought it had finally had her.
The sun was finally starting to come up when she laid in her bed panting in fright. She felt a little relieved that she had once again awoken at the perfect time, but there was no chance whatsoever that she would attempt to fall back asleep tonight.
She sighed to herself, "Judy, you need to stop thinking about such stupid things."
She arose from her bed still shaking terribly and walked to her washroom to splash some water upon her face. Turning on the tap, she felt the cool water upon her hands and bent her head down to receive her waking dose. She could now see her face in the mirror, her beautiful 29 year old, model of a face. Her olive skin was as clear as could be, but her wavy dark brown hair was in a complete mess about it. Her eyes were dark and alluring, but so very tired looking at this moment. She had a body most would die for, a small and compact frame with the most heavenly of assets to match.
"Why do you do this to yourself, Judy?" she stared into her own eyes. How could she let such little things bother her when she had the whole world in her grasp?
Later that day, Judy visited her therapist for her weekly session. She had been dying to talk more about her nightmares since the last time they had met, for they had only just begun back then.
"You say he was about to grab you..." Dr. Leslie Fishel asked.
"Yeah, but it was too dark to see his face," Judy replied, her Mexican accent was only noticeable to those who listened hard for it.
"Do you think perhaps he finally caught you this time?"
"Uhm... I suppose. I don't remember feeling anything but I was so stricken with terror that I may have..." she trailed off. "Why?"
"Well, often when people are having nightmares like this, when a certain thing or person is chasing them, they usually stop when you let yourself get caught. It's like your mind is trying to tell you something, but you won't let it because you're too afraid," Leslie crossed her legs.
"Like what?"
"Well, let us assume you were finally caught last night. This figment in your mind was prevented from getting its message to you because you were overtaken with fear. Maybe tonight that message will finally be delivered to you."
Judy considered this a moment, "You mean I have to have another nightmare to fnd out?"
"Perhaps, perhaps not. What you really need to do right now is relax. Do whatever you do to get a good night sleep and maybe in the morning you'll be able to figure out what it is you need to face here. Our dreams tell us a lot about ourselves, you know. If you keep running you'll just end up torturing yourself."
Judy nervously twiddled her fingers, not knowing what to say.
"Oh," Dr. Fishel looked at her watch. "Time's up. I hope everything goes well. If not we can talk about a few optional sleeping drugs next week," Leslie stood up from her seat and stretched. Judy reluctantly left the comfort of her own chair and bade the good doctor goodbye before heading off to another day of photoshooting.
ACT 1
Judy laid on her back as she delved her smooth and slender fingers deep inside herself, feeling the satisfying friction send the usual chills up her spine as she began rubbing slowly. The doctor had suggested that she find some way to relax before sleeping tonight, and she was going to take her advice.
She focused hard on finding a fantasy, trying to decide whether to let it be a familiar face or something entirely new. As her fingers began to summon her slippery juices from within, she made the quick decision to think about her dear friend, Alex. Alex was an older gentleman, about 35 or so. He was the genius cameraman behind many of her modeling photo sessions, and she trusted him with all her heart. Alex was also gay, therefore making the fantasy an impossible achievement, but all the more interesting to her aching love hole.
She pictured his fingers diving in and out of her as he moved closer and closer to her. She moved her left hand up to her breasts and began caressing them, one by one. Now her juices were beginning to flow, and her fingers explored deeper and deeper into herself.
"Alex..." she whispered softly to herself. She knew he would have been able to say all the right things to make her feel safe and comfortable, his touch would send electric currents through her entire body.
She brought her wet hand up to her mouth and sucked each finger dry of her wonderfully scented mixture. Grabbing her rubber dildo from beside her, she slowly placed the tip inside her vagina, picturing in her mind the older man piercing her love canal.
In and out she pushed and pulled, each penetration representing a powerful thrust of Alex's penis in her mind. Her thoughts of him got her so excited, though she could never understand why. He was not a great looking man, nor could she ever feel anything for him, nor he for her. There was just something about the fantasy that made her cum so easily, every single time.
"Ung," she bit her bottom lip as she worked her favorite toy faster. "I'm going to cum soon," she moaned quietly, imaging her man was there to hear it.
"Me too," she imagined him saying. "I'm going to pull out,"
"No!" another audible gasp escaped her lips. It was then that she would reach around his back, and caress the back of his skull with her soft palm as she kissed his neck.
"We can't," Alex would wail in frustration. She knew he was right, she could never bring a child into the world when she could never be with his father.
"I don't care," her words now very clear in the room. "Cum in me, cum inside of me, Alex!" her orgasm began to overtake her as her body began to shake with the familiar tremors throughout.
Her mind started to ease into darkness as she pictured him pouring the contents of his tool inside of her furthest depths. "Oh!!!!!!!" she strained.
It did not take long for Judy to fall asleep after her relaxation period. She took a sleeping pill to be safe, but consciousness seemed more willing to escape her tonight than it had in a long time. Just as she had expected, she was now dreaming once more, only this time things were very surreal.
Her surroundings were all in black and white like an old movie, and she was seated at a small table inside an old fashioned diner. She looked about her, and a man could be seen at the entrance walking slowly towards her.
