Night Terrors: Don't Blink
I awoke sometime later with a slight throbbing in my temples, mind still groggy from the earlier experience. My eyes slowly drifted open as I recuperated from passing out from the intensity of my earlier orgasm. It took just a moment before I remembered what had happened. The spider-woman, the web... I bolted upright in bed. I was in bed? Sure enough, I found myself back in the four-poster bed I had fallen asleep in, sheets still wrapped firmly around my legs. I sighed and fell back onto the mattress, head falling against the pillows with a soft thump. I huffed in relief and disbelief. That was one hell of a wet dream. I didn't even know I was into some of that stuff. I tucked my lip beneath my front teeth and bit appri- ow! Fuck! I brought a hand up to my lip as I tasted iron. My lip must've been... must have... been... cut. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths. I must have bitten my lip while asleep. That didn't happen. That didn't happen. That didn't... Just calm down there, buddy. Let the sound of the rain lull you back... to... where the heck was the sound of the rain? I thought the storm was supposed to last until morning? Wait... I sat upright and looked around the room. Where the fuck was that window? I glanced down at the floor by my bed. The clothes I had taken off before going to bed were gone.
I heard my own labored breathing in the still air of the stone chamber I found myself in; its echoing reverberations unnerving my already fragile psyche. "H-Hello? Is anyone there?" I asked the darkness around me. "Gretchen? Anyone?" I pleaded.
Something that sounded like sand being poured into a bowl came from one of the darkened corners of the room. I glanced in that direction... the corner seemed to get darker and darker until... two points of glowing yellow waxed into two glowing orbs amongst the darkness.
"I'm anyone, handsome. You rang?" came a sultry female voice from the corner. "I can help you... What do you need?"
I was off-put by the sudden appearance of... well whoever she was, she was unexpected. But there was something about her. Something I couldn't put my finger on, that made me feel like I could trust her... that I'd be safe with her. "Uh... well, I need to get out of here. I need to get back to my room, to my... er..." I blushed furiously and grasped firmly at the sheets around my waist. Maybe I should keep that bit of information to... keep that bit of... keep... Ooh... My head was spinning. I felt like I was floating... and yet firmly wrapped in a warm cloth... like a comforter fresh out of the dryer. Staring into those yellow orbs... those eyes...
"Get back to your what?" a voice gently whispered in my ear. "Tell me."
My head felt like it was steadily softening into something akin to the consistency of pudding. "OK," I heard myself say, groggily. "I left my clothes in my room. I'm naked."
"Oh really?" The voice asked with an air of bemusement. "Why you naughty boy, sneaking into my reclining chamber in the nude... I ought to teach you a lesson about respecting things that belong to others!"
"But-" I was quickly silenced as I felt my mind turn to gelatin again. In a way, it was pleasant. It felt like all the cares and worries of the world were being gradually stripped away...
"I'm sure you have a good reason for coming in here, don't you?" she asked me. Yes, come to think of it, I did have a good reason to be in here. A perfectly good one. I just... I couldn't... what had it been? Where had I been before I came here? What was I just saying?
"You wanted to come in here and seduce me, didn't you?" she whispered from the dark, gleaming golden eyes staring into me. Staring... staring... st-stare... I started to feel dizzy and faint, like something was picking my mind up, and sending it to float amongst a squall of clouds.. hazy, adrift. Bereft of worries or concerns.
"Yes. I came here to seduce you," I heard myself mutter. Wait, did I say that, or did I just imagine that? It was getting so hard to remember...
She stepped from the darkness of the corner into the light, the hot beams of the torchlight striking her shapely form. She was dressed all in black, a tight, a low cut top displaying her ample cleavage, while the tight bottom of her dress accentuated her slender hips. Her hair, long black slivers, cascaded down to her shoulders and beyond. Her face, sharply angled and commanding, demanded my attention. She seemed almost ethereal, a blindingly white, pale color, aside from her eyes of gold, and thick lips of ruby red. Oh, those lips... How I wished them to be at my face, on me, everywhere, warming my skin, cold as it was in this dark, dank, cellar. My eyes met hers a second time, and I felt myself floating away again.
"Say you want me," She whispered in a gentle sultry voice.
"I want you," I whispered hoarsely back, mind awash with images of her nude body pressed against mine, rolling feverishly in the throws of passion, lips locked, legs entwined around hips, moans and deviant cries of satisfaction echoing in the darkened chamber. "I want you."
"Say you need me," she commanded, eyes glinting a harsh color of yellow.
"I need you. I need you, God, please, I need you, I wan you, please!" I wasn't floating any longer. Someone had dragged me to the bottom of the ocean, tied to a weight and tossed into the deepest reaches. I felt the water surrounding me, even as I could breathe it in. I struggled to break free, the pressing crushing weight of the water surrounding me on all sides. I was only dimly aware of my physical self, but I could just barely make out what was happening. I felt my cock stir against the soft fabrics of the bedsheets I was trapped. I wanted her. Every fiber of my body screamed out to take her, make her mine, leap upon her like a ravenous beast and take... consume...
I curled in the bed, climbing up on all fours, I reached out at her, growling, ready to strike. I would have her. I would savage her. I would-
"Stop"
I felt my body freeze. Stricken by paralysis, I fell onto my side, rigid and unmoving. My gaze fixed straight ahead, I stared unblinkingly as she marched to my side, hands at her hips, an expression of fury across her face.
"Hmph. So you want to take me like an animal? Me?!" she sneered, garing at me with her flashing eyes of gold, slits for pupils contracting to tiny slivers, "Very well then. If you wish to fuck like an uncultured animal..." She stared hard at me. I felt a sudden, blinding pain inside my head as something wormed its way... into.. my... muh...u-ugh...
"Come," she said, snapping her fingers. I climbed off of the bed and closed my eyes as my hips rubbed against her leg. She was always so warm and nice to me and I liked obeying her and oh my goodness a treat for me? I ate the biscut out of her hand greedily, its warm, rough texture crunching as I chewed it. "Good boy. That's a good dog," she said to me. I always liked to hear her call me that it made me happy and warm inside and glad I knew I was a good dog and all was right with the world and everything was like it should be. I waggled my hips happily. This was fun. I liked doing tricks for my master. She was so smart.
"Sit, doggie," she asked. Of course I sat right away I am a good dog and I obey my master even if the stones in this room are a little cold but I don't mind because I am a good dog. I might have winced a little when my balls touched the stone but I didn't stop obeying because I am a good dog and good dogs obey their masters and I am a good dog.
"Speak," she said. I barked a few times, cheerful yips and arf and master smiled at me she was so proud she smiled really wide and showed me she had really sharp teeth and oh they were really pointy and a little scary.
"Well then, for being such a good little doggie, I guess you can have your sanity back. For now."
Pain flashed through my mind as though a rusty spike had been driven through my skull, and then suddenly withdrawn. Falling forward onto the floor, on my hands and knees, I gasped for air, and clutched my head with my right hand. What... what had happened? Was that... did I...?
"Fufufufu... You make such a cute little doggie. But I think you'll make an even better sex-toy, don't you?" she asked snickering, holding a hand mischievously in front of her mouth.
"What? But I don't want to be a-" I tried to object.
"Silence," she commanded. I ceased talking. I clutched at my throat as my eyes were locked with hers. I couldn't even make the tiniest of gurgles. "You will get on the bed, and spread your legs. You will put your hands above your head, against the headboard, and keep them there. Now." I marched stiffly to the bed once more. Sitting on its edge, I moved to its center, and split my legs open, my half-erect manhood hanging limply between them. My wrists flew to the headboard, in a moment, they were secured there as surely as though I had been chained to it.
"Woah, woah, woah!" I exclaimed after I had control over my body again, albeit with restrictions, "How the hell did you do that?"
"I can be very... persuasive when I want to be," she hinted, grinning, teeth like daggers glowing a soft white in the torchlight, "But then, maybe you're just very impressionable." She shrugged, her ample bosom jiggling absurdly as she did so. "Oh well. I think it's time we cut-" One of her fingernails, sharpened to a point, slid between her breasts, until it reached the edge of her dress. Her finger slid lower, as her dress cut with a soft zipping sound, and fell to the floor. For a sadistic bitch, she was gorgeous. Trim and lithe, not an inch of fat anywhere... save for perhaps her breasts and hips. Her skin, like the rest of her, gleamed a pale white, as she climbed onto the bed, straddling me. She wasn't what I had expected. She was cold. So utterly cold. Wherever she touched, I shivered with goosebumps, as though touched by a chip of ice. She leaned in, and exhaled lustily into my face. Her breath smelled of the sweetest roses. She closed her eyes, puckered her lips, and mashed her lips to mine, her tongue snaking against my lip, licking the cut I had received. She moaned happily and pulled back, licking the droplet of blood she had stolen from me into her mouth. She shivered against me, eyes closed, and I could have sworn I saw her face begin to color slightly. I felt her lower lips dripping with excitement as she ran her sharpened nails along my arms.
"My, my..." she whispered to me, "You're delicious. You're my fillet-Mignon, my champagne... my heroin." She grinned wickedly at me and nibbled delicately on my earlobe, though with her teeth, it still hurt. "I might even decide to keep you around to milk nearly dry every now and then... but that's a mighty big 'might'."
"Now then..." she muttered to herself, before grasping my head with either hand, forcing my eyes to meet hers as I struggled to turn my head away, "You're aroused. You're feeling so very horny. Hornier than you've ever been in your life. You want to fuck. You want to fuck, now." I tried to look away. I tried to shut my eyes, to close them, and wake up from this nightmare. She merely pulled them open with her thumb and forefinger, glaring angrily at me as she forced me to gawk. "Look at your mistress when she's speaking! You're going to want me. You're going to need me. You're going-" she ground her pussy against the throbbing shaft of my manhood. It, at least, was warm. "-to fuck me like there's no tomorrow, because that might be true for you, do you understand, cattle?"
I nodded in acquiescence. I understood. Cattle's purpose was to be milked and consumed. I... I was... I was livestock. Nothing more than a stud to be bilked for all he was worth, and then thrown away. But still, I felt enjoyment in this. I would be... I would be a good cow. I would make lots of tasty milk... be very useful to her...
"Good. Now, time for a little milking..." She slid her pussy against the head of my cock. Grunting as she impaled herself onto me, I struggled against the imaginary bonds binding me to the bed. She was warm... tight... I wouldn't last long. No sooner had she sunk down for her hips to meet the front of my thighs did she whisper it to me. The last command she wanted from me.
"Cum."
I came hard, my body jerking left and right, bucking wildly against her light frame. She cackled as she saw me trash about painfully, my engorged cock pumping load after load of cum into her, throbbing with a painfully firm cadence. I felt my orgasm begin to subside as she whispered it again.
"Cum."
Again, I thrashed at the bed, body quaking with spasms as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my veins. The sensation was sharper this time... more powerful, cutting like a scalpel across my flesh. My hands clenched and unclenched, seeking support... something... anything to grasp and ride out the intense pleasure.
"Cum"
I grit my teeth together and shut my eyes as it happened again, pain now shooting along the surface of my manhood as I throbbed deep within her. Already I could feel my own seed begin to drip back down messily along my cock. I tried weakly to throw her off of me. The most I could manage to do was shake her left and right slightly. She laughed, a sickeningly sweet laugh, and ran a finger across my sweating brow, before pulling my eyelids open with her fingernails and staring me straight in the eye.
"Cum~"
I 'm not sure how long it went on after that. All I can remember now is shaking, and being unable to stop. She sits perched atop me like a gargoyle, staunch and resolute, unyielding even for a moment.
"Aww, what's the matter little thing? Tired already?"
I only managed a meek groan from beneath her. Already the sheets were stained with our collective juices, but I suspected I had contributed a great deal more than she. My breathing was shallow and pained. I couldn't take any more. I looked into her eyes, tears welling and flowing down my cheeks.
"Please..." I whispered faintly, begging for some sort of mercy
"There's only one way out of this. You know that." she said solemnly from above, golden eyes staring into my soul. I nodded. I knew there was only one way out of this hell, and I welcomed it. She grinned widely and pet my cheek tenderly.
"Alright. Close your eyes. I'll be quick."
I let my eyes sag and sink, pinching my eyelids together. Oh, sweet sleep, how I had missed you. I took a deep breath. I figured what would come next. I felt her cheek, icy as it was, graze mine, to whisper lovingly in my ear.
"Cum for me."
I let out one final moan, letting my head lean back against the pillows as I came one last time. I felt myself pulsate inside of her. Once, twice... thrice... My hips shuddered with the effort of cumming inside of her beguiling cunt. Four... I heard her hiss, and clamped my eyes shut. Five... I felt her draw back, snarling hungrily. Six... She clamped her fangs into my neck, and began sucking. I felt the life ebb out of me with every heartbeat, with every ejaculation. My eyelids fluttered and my fingers twitched. By eight, I had left the conscious world behind, drifting into a deep, exhausted sleep.