Alicia recovered her senses slowly, luxuriating in the afterglow of her orgasm.  That had been one of her best ever… No, the best ever!

In this state it took her some moments to realize that something had changed.  She expected to be lying on her soft wonderful new bed.  Instead she was standing upright with her legs wide and her arms stretched up above her head.  Why? There was no bed under her and yet she was still impaled on something.  And for some reason her mouth felt uncomfortably full. 

Alicia tried to expel whatever was in her mouth but she could not.  It felt like a rubber ball held in place by a strap running around her head.  She blinked her gummy eyes and tried to focus on her surroundings.  She was no longer in her bedroom.

She was standing on a circular brass grating of scrolls and flourishes a little like a manhole cover but about the size of a large table top and bearing the Korrector pattern.  There was a thick brass rod rising out of the middle of this grating with a brass dildo on its tip which was jammed up into her pussy.  But this dildo, instead of a smooth base, had a ring of upward curving brass fingers spreading from it like the half open petals of a flower.  Sprung fingers, Alicia realized, which flexed and dug into her slot and stroked her inner thighs and teased the mouth of her anus.

She straddled this phallic pole with her ankles pulled wide and cuffed by short chains to a continuous ring set in a circular channel which ran round the rim of the grating.  Beyond the grating carved into a worn stone slab floor were a ring of words: This wench does not know her proper place.  Teach her by any means you desire… She had to twist about to read the rest of the text as it curved round behind her out of sight.  As she did so the ring to which her ankles were chained rotated smoothly in its channel, so she could move with it, shuffling awkwardly, while it kept her feet spread to the maximum.   But doing so ground the dildo and its terrible teasing prongs about inside her vagina, as if she was literally screwing and fingering herself.  She shuddered and read the rest of the text: …she must only be freed when she has learned submission and humility.

Beyond this ring of words was the circular perimeter of the stone slab floor which was perhaps three and a half metres across.  It was covered by a conical tiled roof supported by a lattice of heavy timber beams.  From the point at which they met in the centre hung a heavy pulley through which the chain stretching up from her cuffed wrists ran and then down again to a securing cleat.  She was stretched and splayed in an inverted “Y” of pale bare flesh by the chains that were pulling her arms up to the roof and dragging her legs out sideways so that the tension between them was holding her impaled. 

The roof was carried by four heavy black wooden posts equally spaced about its circumference without any walls, doors or windows between them so that she could look out past them onto a ring of bare earth and trampled leaf litter which ringed the structure.   Beyond this was a shaggy wall of greenery.

The impossibility of all this at last fully impinged upon Alicia’s dazed mind and she felt a surge of panic.  She spun around, screwing the dildo up into her as she went so that she could see all about her.  Four paths ran away at opposite points of the compass from the structure in which she was imprisoned; naked, chained and impaled, into a gloomy wood which entirely surrounded it and which was made up of thickly clustered shrubs and bushes underneath ranks of towering oak trees. 

So dazed shocked was Alicia that it was some moments before she realized that she must be dreaming.  She felt so foolish.  Of course it was a dream!  Her growing panic dissolved into grateful relief.

Now it made sense!  She had been feeling bad about her row with Sebastian.  Her unusual orgasm had been so intense that she had passed out and now she was incorporating the things most on her mind: the bed, its strange phallus and Sebastian’s bondage gifts, into this fantasy. It was disturbing in detail and unusually realistic, but now she knew it was a dream she could wake up. 

Wake up now…

Nothing changed.

There were, she now noticed, a selection of chains, straps, canes and lashes hanging from the undersides of the beams that carried the roof.  They looked frighteningly purposeful. She jerked her hips back and forward so that the dildo ground painfully inside her and its fingers hooked at her slot.  She clenched her fists and drove her fingernails into her palms. 

I want to wake up, she thought firmly, wishing she had not imagined herself gagged so she could have said so aloud.

Odd that she had not noticed before but there were four long mirrors screwed to the insides of the big square corner posts that reflected her image back at her… just like her bedroom mirror, of course.  Yes she’d got now.  She moaned and bit hard on the ball gag in her mouth; or rather the ball gag she imagined was in her mouth, she reminded herself. 

Please let me wake up now!

But everything around her remained disconcertingly solid and unchanged.  She could even smell slightly damp and mildewed earth and the muskiness of leaves.  Even worse she could smell the aroma of her own orgasmic discharge as a trickled down the sides of the dildo, the deeply buried head of which was making her stomach bulge obscenely.  She looked down at her chest to see her nipples were standing up like little cherries. 

Alicia struggled desperately, twisting and jerking on the chains that bound her, but all that did was to ream the dildo even deeper inside her while grinding its fingers into her slot and across her throbbing clitoris, making her shudder with perverted delight.  If she kept on like that she cum again!

Alicia made herself hold still while she tried to work out what was wrong with her.  She knew this was a dream so why couldn’t she wake up?  Or was it one of those kinds of dreams when even though you knew it was not real you could not wake up.  Was this a nightmare…?