You climb into bed next to me. I’m deeply asleep from too much bourbon and don’t stir at all. Blankets mostly kicked off, with only one leg still covered. You’re surprised to see my arms outstretched overhead. My loose fitting nightie revealing side boob through the gaping arm hole. You carefully rub the luxurious material to coax my nipple to attention. Then shift the fabric aside. Your mouth enveloping my areola. Flicking my nipple with your tongue. Watching me for a reaction, but not wanting to wake me just yet. A sigh escapes my lips, but nothing more.
You grow bolder. Gazing at my unconscious body before you. Unknowingly tempting you to all manners of wickedness. You shift my teal blue satin panties to the side to reveal my clean shaven pussy. You gently fondle me. Cupping my mound and sliding a finger along my wetness. You’ve waited so long to taste me and it kills you not to devour me straight away right now. But doing so would surely wake me and you don’t want a struggle.
Securing my arms is easy. They’re already where you need them. Looping the rope around them and applying gentle, steady pressure. Watching my face for any subtle hint that you’ll need to suddenly be more forceful. But you don’t. I shift towards your warmth beside me but I don’t stir. You’re pleased at how easy it was to fully secure me for your use. Even if I wake up before you’ve taken care of my legs, it’s too late. I’m already yours.
You caress my breasts with both hands through the satin. You still don’t want to wake me, but you don’t have to be as careful now. No, you still want me asleep. You know exactly how you want me to wake up and it isn’t like this.
You grab the scissors from the pen cup next to the bed. How convenient my makeshift office ended up being for you. The satin of my gown practically melting away as it slides over the blades. Falling away to reveal me to you. You briefly ponder cutting my panties away too but decide not to. They’re loose enough to work around and you like how the satin displays my treasure, pushed over to the side the way it is. Besides, only a thin string of ruched satin holds them on. It should be easy enough to tear away if needed.
Once my legs are secured you can finally take what you really want. You lower your face to my cunt. Inhaling my scent and then tasting. You’ve waited so long to taste. Licking and sucking. Devouring my sweet nectar. Raping me gently with your fingers. Making my juices flow while I’m still sleep. Still asleep, but my dreams obviously affected. Soft moans and my hips rocking into you while I’m fucked by a dream lover. You relish in knowing that he is likely also you. Invading my subconscious and my reality all at once. Though you know my reality is about to become a lot more brutal than I could imagine in my dreams.
You can’t wait any longer. You have to get your dick deep inside my wet hole right now. You would prefer my waking moment of horror to be had with the realization that it’s already too late though. You penetrate me gently, taking three slow easy thrusts to invade me fully. My tightness gradually yielding to your size. Being my dream lover that is bringing moans to my unconscious mind.
Implanted deep and completely inside of me, you suck my breast into your mouth and nibble, and bite, and brutalize my tender flesh. Forcing me suddenly awake. At first I’m confused. The dream dissolving around me. But not completely. I jerk to wakefulness. Finding you real. Finding myself trapped. Finding myself staked to the bed by virtue of your massive cock inside of me. Already abused. Already raped. My muscles clench in reaction. Trying to seal myself off to you. It wouldn’t save me anyway, but with you already inside, my defenses only serve to massage and intensify your pleasure. You pulverize my cunt. Pounding into my flesh. My screams of horror all mixed into my cries of pleasure. Pulling at the ropes. Trying to yank myself free. Unable to do anything. Anything at all. Except to survive. How you could do such a thing. How you could take what is not yours. How I can’t stop you no matter how I try. Forced into the deep throes of pleasure no matter how I try not to allow it. I can’t. I can’t let you make me cum. But even that, you steal away beyond my ability to control. You steal everything. Every bit of me. And you’re glad to do it.