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4/7/2022 1:50 pm

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Kim's Dreams #5

DREAM 5

Fear and excitement. The two emotions waged a battle within Kim’s mind and body. She slid her sultry body under the covers with both emotions coursing through her. Her intellect warned her to fear going to sleep, especially in her bedroom. Sleep brought an intruder into her bedroom, an intruder whose hands tortured her breasts unmercifully. Whose penis viciously thrust to the most extreme depths of her sex, and throat, without regard for her ability to accommodate its immense size.
But, her body fought her intellect with excitement. Her nipples were hard and pushed at the bodice of her short nightgown. Her round breasts swelled against the silky material. Her sex, moist and tingling, ached to be filled, stretched to its limits until orgasm overtook her.
As she tossed and turned in vain attempts to get comfortable, the battle of emotions raged within her. She struggled to calm down and decide just what she should do. Should she sleep, or stay awake? Or at least try to stay awake. She was exhausted. Gradually, tossing and turning evolved into slumber. Decision-making was replaced by new moans of fear as her mind filled with dark and mysterious thoughts.
Without warning, the covers vanished from the bed. Strong, rough hands yanked her up to her knees in the center of the bed. Her wrists were pulled behind her back, elbows bent, with her hands pointing to her head. There they were held in place by rope, wrapped roughly around her soft skin. The end of the rope tied off to the middle of her brass headboard. The position forced her to lean forward on her knees and allowed her breasts to spill out the top of the low-cut neckline of her gown.
She knelt helplessly and submissively as rope was wrapped around each ankle. More rope was added to each leg, just above her knees. She allowed her shapely legs to be spread wide across the bed as the lengths of rope about her knees were pulled and tied off to the side rails of the bed frame. Her ankles were tied tightly to the corners of the footboard. Her face lay resting on the mattress with her long hair flowing around her head. Her back was arched, her bottom high. Her short gown had slid up her body, baring her round, soft bottom.
Roughly, her gown was torn from her body leaving her breast to dangle freely, her nipples grazing the satin sheets. The pleasing sensation of the satin on her nipples lasted only a moment before her nipples were seized in vice-like pinches and yanked harshly towards her knees. The yanking only ending when the hands bumped against her legs. With the pain in her nipples, came the return of her fears. She began fighting the bonds that held her in place. But she was far too late to start fighting now. The fingers alternately released her nipples, allowing them to snap back to her chest, and then seizing them harshly to stretch the stiff, sore buds again to her knees.
After what seemed an eternity, the hands abandoned her aching nipples and breasts to entangle themselves in her long, silky hair. Her head was yanked from the bed. Pain seared through her scalp. She opened her mouth to scream her pained protest, only to be held silent as the hands plunged her head down onto a penis. Her wet, soft lips stretched around the huge oral intrusion as it slid over her tongue and into her throat. When her nose was buried in pubic hair at the base of the penis, the pushing halted. With fingers tangled in her hair, the hands lifted her head off the penis slightly, then shoved her back down until her lips bumped the pubic bone at the base of the penis. Repeatedly the powerful hands, tangled and flexing in her hair, forced her head up and down over the shaft of the growing penis. Her breathing became labored as she started struggling to take breaths between the forced plunges down the engorged shaft.
When she thought she would suffocate, the shaft was taken from her lips and the hands untangled from her hair. Her head dropped to the bed heavily, almost lifeless, but gasping for air. She gulped in breaths, trying to recover from the assault on her mouth and throat. She was taken by surprise when the hands gripped her hips with digging fingers and held her still as the shaft sliced into her sex from behind. The powerful thrust pushed her body forward on the silk sheets until the ropes around her knees and ankles went taut and allowed no more forward movement. Though her body stopped moving forward, the shaft did not. It kept pushing until it rammed against the furthest reaches inside her and tried to find its way deeper. Just as quickly, the ramrod slid back to the opening of her sex. Then drilled back into her depths, eliciting grunts of pain from her throat.
The hands seemed to be everywhere on her body. They dug into her hips as the shaft thrust into her. Then they returned to her already aching breasts and nipples to paw and squeeze. On occasion the a hand would crash into her upturned bottom leaving a red imprint on her pale white cheeks and bring a squeal from her lips and a violent shake of her head.
She could feel the orgasm building inside her with each painfully deep thrust. The ache in her breasts, the sting of her bottom, only fueled the heat in her sex. She was almost there, clinching her eyes closed and curling her toes, when the thrusting stopped. The shaft was still deeply embedded inside her, but remained unmoving. She shook her head in disappointment. She squeezed her sex around the embedded shaft, trying to entice it into moving. When she attempted to move back and move on the shaft, it slid from her sex all together.
She felt empty. She felt cheated. And then she felt horror. The huge shaft was forcing its way into her rectum. It drove relentlessly inward with little lubrication until none was left to enter. She panted in pain, moaning with each short breath. She was terrified to move until the shaft receded. Nevertheless, the monster intruder stayed buried in her bowels unmoving, stretching her anus wider than she thought possible. She was forced to dwell on the humiliation of being forcefully sodomized.
Finally, the immense rod receded, and she began to sigh in relief. The breath was quickly knocked from her lungs by the power of the thrust back into her rectum. Savagely, the shaft pistoned in and out of her virgin anus, building a steady rhythm in her dry bowels. She tried to collapse onto her stomach in an attempt to evade the thrusting, but the strong hands held her up, fingers digging deeply into her soft flesh.
Not soon enough for her burning rectum, the shaft began bucking wildly and sliding much easier into her. She could feel the hot fluid spurting from the shaft and drenching her bowels. She began to feel the return of her orgasm. With each ensuing thrust, she pushed back onto the spurting rectal reamer, wanting it deeper. Wanting it faster. The hands left her hips and reached again for her nipples. Once more, her nipples were stretched back to her knees, the pain fueling her building explosion with fresh pain. Finally, the combination of aching nipples and burning rectum, coupled with her lust, set off the bomb that was her climax.
She awoke, screaming in orgasm. The middle finger of her right hand sawing in and out of her anus as her left hand twisted her own nipple. She collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. Confusion clouded her eyes and mind, but satisfaction flowed through her body.
She didn’t look about the room.
She knew no one would be seen.
How could this all be a dream, she wondered?

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