Extract from: Dream Demons

 

Of course, Sandra knew she had to be dreaming.

It was not possible that once again she was really trapped stark naked in a hellish dungeon with its relentless heat and cracked floor stretching away into the darkness, illuminated only by pits of flames. Nor was it possible that she was being molested by these tiny, misshapen red imp-demons, which were as naked as she was and had pointed tails and displayed small erect cocks. They could not really have clamped her to this infernal device, impaled her on a metal dildo, bent and spread her legs until her tendons felt as if they would snap and put hooks through the piercings where her nipple rings should be. Yes, that was it: having the rings put in had triggered the dream. Maybe she secretly felt guilty about them, even a bit wicked.

Sandra was nineteen and pale-complexioned, with a pretty, girlish face, a thick mop of dark brown curly hair and a slightly up-tilted nose. She had plump, pneumatic breasts with full pink nipples, a tight waist, fleshy rounded buttocks and a dark bush of pubic hair, trimmed back from her pussy lips. And all this was on display to please the nightmare creatures and to play with as they wished.

A heavy post of dark rough metal rose out of the floor above her head where it was capped by a crossbar with rings cast on its ends. A yoke of metal rings and rods was fastened to her neck and wrists, confining her arms up-raised on either side of her. Another ring at the back of the yoke collar was threaded through the vertical post. A second similar yoke confined her ankles, holding her feet wide apart and also linking them to the vertical pole. Her feet rested on metal blocks. The weight of the shoulder yoke bore down on her, making her squat slightly with her thighs splayed wide and knees bent, exposing her groin. Her pussy lips were parted by a fat metal dildo supported on a second shorter rod that rose up in front of the main pole.

If she could have stood up straight then she might have pulled herself off it, but with her legs turned outward and splayed wide and with the weight of the yoke on her shoulders, that was impossible.

If she could have stood up that might also have spared her breasts.

Heavy cords ran through the rings above her head and down to big fishhooks that had been thrust through her nipples. The pair of imp demons taunting her held onto the other ends of the cords and swung about on them in front of her as if performing acrobatics. They jabbered happily as they spun and twisted and kicked at her body. Every swing yanked on her hooked nipples.

Was she being punished for abusing her own body? No, that was crazy. This was all just a stupid dream. So why couldn't she wake up?

Panic took hold of her, and she tried to scream, but a ball of metal in her mouth serving as a gag stifled her cry. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her wide-stretched lips and ran down her chin.

As the demons swung, chattering with glee, on the ends of the cords tied to the nipple hooks that ran up through the rings above her head, Sandra's plump young breasts were stretched and yanked upward. With a muffled shriek she strained her splayed legs in an effort to rise and ease the pain, but she could not support herself for more than a few seconds before the weight of her cruel metal yoke became too much to bear. With a choking sob she sank down again, feeling the hard, inflexible dildo slid back up inside her vagina until she thought she would burst.

The dildo shaft had felt so rough at first but now it was covered by a thick film of lubricating juices that were being inexorably sucked and pumped out of her hot wet depths. How could she react to pain like that? It was not possible that she could actually be enjoying this torment, which anyway was not happening to her. It was just a dream; a perverse nightmare and she was going to wake up!

The imps doubled themselves up in mid-air and kicked at the soft undersides of her breasts, making them bounce and shiver and tearing at her nipples.

'Come on, Sandra,' they cried in their rough, piping voices. 'Give us another cum like last time. Cum before we tear your nipples off. Do it, slut! You know you want to...'

Unwillingly, her hips were jerking and twisting about, grinding the hard dildo about within her vagina. Now it was wet with her juices and flecks of foam where they had been churned up. She wanted to escape the terrible rod, but she felt her passageway squeezing even tighter about it.

Somehow, she must wake up before the pain became too much to bear. Or did she mean the pleasure? Oh... the guilt... the shame! She must wake up before... ahhh! Too late!

An orgasm tore through her as a spray of juices squirted out around the metal dildo and dribbled down its shaft, while her cheeks blazed with shame and her hooked nipples seemed ready to burst. That was the worst part. It felt so wonderful! How could you possibly cum like that, even in a dream, when she was being so cruelly mistreated and humiliated? Unless that made it more powerful?

No! It was all a dream! And yet tomorrow there would be stains on her bed sheets.

As Sandra hung limp in her metal cuffs so shamefully impaled, the jabbering demons dropped to the ground and clustered round her burning, dripping sex and began to lap up her sweet orgasmic juices. She would wake up, but only when her little demon masters had finished with her.