Chapter 15: Liquid Dreams (M+F bd, FF inc)

After so many months of the constant nightmares, Sonja could identify when she was dreaming by the hazy-quality of the images and the way the air clung to her naked like gossamer webs. Her body tingled with the sense of anticipation, wondering what fantasies and terrors played out beyond the thick fog that swirled in her thoughts.

It was cool, like most of her dreams. Her nipples were perked and aching, a growing lust of so many dreams of her former friends being spread out on spits and pots and even on the guillotine that she built herself. It all tied into a quilt of passion and hunger that haunted her nights as much as her days.

Beneath her feet, grass caressed her toes and ankles, just the faint dampness of fog dripping off each blade. Glancing below, she watched as the mist swirled around her feet, despite the feeling of a warm wind against her moist skin. She paused for a moment, looking down as a strange nagging feeling crossed her thoughts.

After a long moment, she realized what was wrong. She wasn’t cold. Almost all of her dreams were of cold and mist, even when standing next to the flames. Only the moans and gasps warmed her heart, but now, warmth spread out through the dream mists and she felt disturbed.

A flickering of light spread out ahead of her, the warmth of flames she knew so well in her dreams. The smell of wood smoke twisted through the mists, a hidden snake in the grass that left her feeling hungry and anxious, a growing lust that heightened the feeling of difference from the dream.

Taking a deep breath, Sonja stepped forward, her bare feet against the grass. A few smooth rocks brushed against her toes as she pushed forward. Finally, the mist parted and a clearing spread out beyond. It was only about fifty feet across, with a massive fire pit in the middle. The brackets for a spit stood guarding each side of the pit of coals, the emptiness of the metal pole between almost stark from her memories and her fantasies.

Sonja’s eyes trailed to one edge, where she found the spit. Padding forward, she reached out with a trembling hand. It was warm in her hands, almost uncomfortably hot, but a bolt of intense pleasure coursed down her arm as it smoothly fit into her palm. The metal was slicked with oil, just waiting for someone to be impaled on it.

Her fingers slowly wrapped around it, sliding up and down as if it was a man’s penis. It was thick and warm, but unyielding to her grip. A soft moan shuddered from her body as she peered around, looking for the victim for the spit. In the dreams that haunted her every night, there was almost always someone else there, the soft bodies of Betty and her friends, or even occasionally Meris. But, today, there was no one else in the clearing except herself. With a shudder, she looked up at the thick metal pole. Seeing the sharp point at the tip, the thick metal, her body started to tingle with sexual excitement. For a moment, she almost hoped she was the one to be put on the metal, to feel the fire against her skin instead of just standing near the flames.

Inching forward, she pressed the hot metal against her stomach, lining it up so her breasts pressed on each side. Her crotch, the tiny hairs curling up, pressed against the metal and an electric surge tingled through her. One hand slid up the oiled metal, reaching for the tip that was too high, the point that could not reach inside her body.

She moaned, a terribly hungry sound of someone who realized what she wanted. Her body ached as she reached up for the spit, suddenly wanting to feel that point inside her, pressing against her vagina or even her ass, filling her, taking her. The desperate hunger brought tears to her eyes as she reached up wordlessly, fingers clutching for the tip that glittered against the night of dreams. Unable to reach it, she pulled it toward her, drawing the point so close so she could finally feel its fatal tip inside.

As the tip reached down, she clutched at it, fingering the sharp point with a shiver of pleasure. Her hand slid up and down, teasing the point and exploring how it widened with every inch. Her sex was swollen with excitement just thinking about it. Every few seconds, she stroked her palms up and down the metal cock.

Slowly, she clutched the tip, the point piercing her finger, as she felt an orgasm race through her body. Her knees buckled and the ground slammed into her, but she didn’t want to move away from the metal invader. Her knuckles colored white as she held there, panting for life until the surge of ecstasy finally faded away, leaving her dripping and breathless.

Sonja tried to stand up, to bring the spit with her, but a weakness sapped her muscles and she remained on the ground. The afterglow of the orgasm continued to ripple through her body so she rested there, stretching out on the ground next to the metal spit. The ground felt warm and comfortable, the sounds of popping coals and wood smoke dancing across her senses.

In the distance, something snapped. Sonja opened her eyes and looked around. For a moment, only the sounds of leaves and branches scraping against each other filled the clearing.

Shadowy figures stepped out into the reddish glare of the fire pit. Try as she might, she couldn’t focus on their dark forms as they poured out of the woods, obscuring the trees as they stood around her. Looking up, she felt very tiny as the faceless eyes stared down at her naked and helpless body.

“Hello?” Her voice sounded tiny, a little girl’s questioning voice, but none of the figures above her answered. She tried to stand up, but her legs and arms refused to push herself off the warm ground. Soft soil, earthy and solid, held her body in nature’s embrace. And above her, silent and staring, were dozens of shadowy figures.

Panic started to seep into her thoughts when the bodies changed slightly. The more she stared at a single form, the form became more defined. Her eyes scanned their faces, watching as the ridge of the nose came into focus, then the lines of their neck and shoulders. She tried to keep staring at one figure’s face, trying to get the expression, but no eyes or mouth came from her efforts. Slightly frightened and more curious, she stared at one, then another figure. Her eyes trailed down, watching as muscled chests came into view. Further down her eyes continued, staring at the junction of their legs until cocks, black and shadowy shafts, pushed out of the almost formless bodies. Lines grew sharp34 as the cocks grew, each one hard and throbbing. The black surface hardened into flesh, glistening flesh of dozens of thick members of all shapes and sizes and colors.

The fading pleasures of her first orgasm started to flare up again as she watched as the shafts continued to grow in form. Then, the first figure stepped up, the warm brush of his skin touching her ankles. Sonja felt his hands on her legs, parting them and she spread her legs, exposing herself to the dark, faceless men around her.

Wood smoke and earth surrounded her senses as he knelt between her legs, spreading her legs even further as he aimed his dark cock toward the slit of her being. Then, in one smooth movement, he buried himself into her.

She gasped out at the incredible feelings of hot hardness plunging into her soaked sex.

Still weak, Sonja could only lie there on the warm ground as the shadowy figure took advantage of her slickness and drove into her with long, hard pounding strokes that left her sparkling with growing pleasures. Just as an orgasm started to crest, he came inside her, flooding her insides with his hot cum and withdrawing. Blackish cum dripped to the ground and Sonja whimpered, feeling the crest of pleasure withdraw without exploding inside her. She whimpered again as her shadowy lover stepped away, but another faceless creature knelt between her legs, lifted her weak limbs up and plunged his thick cock into her hole. He buried himself in a single stroke, his balls slapping against her skin. Then, like the first, he started to drive into her, pounding hard and fast, his cock glistening with her juices as it drove in and out. Sonja leaned into it, her arms and legs splayed out helplessly. The sensations of being penetrated over and over drove her pleasure higher, a crest of an orgasm screaming to release burning inside her.

Just as she felt it starting to explode, he came hard and withdrew. She whimpered in frustration, trying to will her limbs to move, to hold him in, but he left her alone, an empty void between her legs. Her mouth worked silently, begging for a third to take his place. A fierce joy rose as she watched another man kneel down, holding her legs far apart, pinned to the ground as he entered her. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she begged for her body to orgasm before he left, but he came and pulled out just as she felt it starting to respond. A fourth, and fifth, then more men knelt between her leg, one after the other, thrusting inside her until she felt her orgasms rising up in frustrating torture, before pulling out just before her crest.

Soon, she was sobbing to come, to release the pleasure that burned inside her. But each man took her and left just because she could, which only left a smoldering lust searing her insides. As another man took her, his cock long and thin, but his hips jammed hard into her, swirling it around her depths until she sobbed again, begging to find release.

None was given.

Man after man took her, coming hard until their bodies blurred into one long sense of thrusting pleasure. Her body tried to find a release, but her tears were her only way to call out for the pleasure. Her world darkened as she was taken again and again, their cum dripping from her sex and soaking the ground. At the edge of her vision, she could barely see the coal pit, the fire she wanted so desperately, growing cold and dark, ignored in the endless train of men taking her helpless body.

The coals finally gave up the ghost and darkened into death. Her world was plunged into darkness, with just the men fucking her one after the other. She felt every cock, every surge, every thrust as it drove up into her, filling her with pleasures, then torturing her as they withdrew right at the height of her ecstasy.

Sonja sobbed and willed her body to move. Slowly, her fingers stroked through the grass and she felt the soft blades trailing through her fingers. Her mind screamed to reach down, to finger herself, but she couldn’t find the strength. Instead, she pushed up through the grass, stretching out as yet another faceless man entered into her, pumping with wet slurping noises. The smell of wood smoke faded and soon the delicious smell of grass and mist followed, leaving her senses blind in the night of dreams.

Only the thrusting anchored her into her pleasure.

Her orgasm hovered just out of sight as the world started to brighten around her. Sonja continued to stretch out, but the feelings of grass and mist were gone. Instead, it was the smoothness of satin sheets and her own pillows. The scents of her body mixed in with perfumes flooded back in, but the delicious pleasure of being entered continued to fill her, plunging in and out of her sex as hands pressed her legs apart, holding them for balance and leverage as they drove into her.

Sonja moaned into her blankets, feeling the comforter across her face, blinding her. Below, she was still being penetrated as the dreams faded away and she felt something hard and thick plunging in and out. For a moment, she wondered if a man was taking her, but she caught the scent of rubber, a dildo of sorts. A smile ghosted across her lips as she moaned again, spreading her legs of her own violation, begging for her lover to take her. Her mind focused on Meris, the sweet lover of so many times. The frail form, the hungry eyes.

Her senses caught on everything, the feel of naked flesh slapping against her inner thighs, the plunge of the strap-on into her sex, the leather base rubbing against her labia and clitoris. Every sensation drove her into a wild passion, a slow burning of her orgasm that finally was reaching the crest she begged for.

Then... the smell of a strange perfume. It was strong, but delicate, expensive. For a moment, she wondered if Meris had gotten into her mother’s collection when other sensations started to intrude on her fantasies. The body was too large for Meris, too curvy for the frail girl. It didn’t move in the same way, but it was strangely familiar. The almost hidden scent of the butcher was gone, even as she strained to smell it. A hand pushed underneath her blankets, stroking against her naked skin. She felt it as it reached up, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipple. Her mind spun when she felt a ring on the hand.

Meris didn’t wear rings.

Gasping, she threw back her blankets as her mother slide another hand to cup her other breast, her hips driving a thick black cock into her daughter's body.

“Mother!”

To her surprise, her mother didn’t stop. Instead, she continued to drive the strap-on into her body, forcing her hips between Sonja’s, spreading them apart as the tip drove all the way into her, to her limits and out again, a long movement of pleasure. Sonja’s eyes were flashing as she stared at her mother’s naked body, heavy ponderous breasts swinging.

Sonja started to struggle before she realized weakness had sapped her strength in reality just as in her dream. She was helpless on her bed, her own mother holding her legs apart as she drove a thick black cock into her body again and again. Sonja’s eyes burned with tears, but even the strangeness and horror wasn’t enough to hide the pleasure that continued to fill her, her mother’s thrust identical to the thrust of the nameless men who took her in her dreams.

Unwilling to admit Sonja may be enjoying it, at least in a tiny bit, she stared at her mother. The green eyes that looked back at her were unseeing, blank and flat. But her mother's lips were pursed in please, a moan that vibrated in her throat as she thrust her hips into her own daughter.

Sonja blinked back the tears, moaning as she felt the driving change slightly, curving up into her sex with powerful and expert thrusts. Her eyes trailed down to a sparkling around her mother’s throat.

It was a necklace, but one she had never seen before. As she fought off the fire of pleasure being stoked by the cock, she focused on the pendant. It spun around and around, then finally stopped. It was a golden flame, trimmed with diamonds and rubies.

Her mother continued to knead Sonja's breasts, teasing them until sliding down to press one hand on each side of her hips. The thrusting grew more frantic, filling the room with slurping noises. Sonja’s body started to tingle and burn with pleasure, an orgasm finally reaching a crest, regardless of from who.

Her mother cried out as she rammed her fake cock deep inside her daughter’s body. The thick member stretched Sonja out and her orgasm finally snapped.

Sonja’s body arched up as she felt everything grow alive, a single pulsating orgasm of pleasure born of hours of torturous dreams and thrusting pleasures. Her eyes swam with stars as she tried to breath, but found herself unable to even pant as the orgasm took her body, almost picking it up, and shaking it violently. Every inch of her skin burned with lust as her mother held the thick cock inside her. Their lick crotches ground together, heat and liquid sealing mother and daughter.

Her mother’s body pressed against hers, but Sonja was barely aware of it as the stars continued to burn across her vision. Forever passed twice before the orgasm finally sputtered out and she collapsed to her bed, desperately gasping for oxygen as the sound of her mother’s chuckle filled the room.

Sonja moaned softly as her breathing slowed down, feeling impaled on the thick cock still buried in her most private of places. Her mother’s body felt hot against her skin, the large breasts pressing against her own, the smiling face looking down at her. For a brief moment, it looked like someone else was pressing against her, but the face focused back into the woman who raised her.

Her mother, face flush with fading excitement, looked apologetic. “I... I’m sorry, Sonja... I came in...”

“Mother? Why?”

Her mother, Gweneth, looked away toward the rest of her room for a moment. Her hips circled slightly, getting more comfortable as their bodies slid together. “I... I came down to thank you for the necklace and I saw you there... and... I couldn’t resist myself. I found myself touching you and you were starting to moan....”

The voice trailing off and Sonja looked up, “The necklace?”

Her mother’s eyes were shining as she reached up to finger the golden flame necklace. Sonja noticed another part of it, a metal pole that bisected the flames. It ended in a sharp point, a spit inside flames.

“It’s beautiful. I didn’t think you cared that much.”

“I didn’t-” Sonja started to speak, but a heated weakness washed over her and the words faded in her throat. She tried to repeat the sentence, but the heat grew and she couldn't move against it.

Her mother mistook her silence and kissed her, not as a mother to a daughter, but as a lover, like Meris kissed her.

Sonja moaned into the embrace. The weakness fled as a different heat rose up inside her. She wanted more, a strange lust for her own mother that was both wrong and exciting at the same time.

Gweneth broke the kiss with a smile. Her eyes were still shining. “I’m sorry... I’ve ignored you too much... and you grew up to be a beautiful young woman.” Her mother’s voice trailed off into a whisper.

Sonja tried to tell her mother that sex with her daughter was wrong, but the words wouldn’t come. It was like when the ice stopped her, but it was heat that burned against her senses. She fought against it, but her body refused to respond. It wasn’t until she smiled that she regained control of her body.

“It’s okay. But, next time, wake me up first?” Even as Sonja wondered why she said it, her mother pressed her body against her even tighter to kiss her again. Sonja moaned into the kiss, then moaned even louder as she felt her mother easing the thick strap-out of of her slick and sore sex. It came out with a slurp and plopped down on her sheets. The strong scent of their passion filled the room as her mother sat up. Sonja pushed herself into a sitting position, her eyes seeing where her mother had frantically stripped right next to her bed.

“Uh... when did you get in?”

Her mother sat on the edge of the bed and stretched up, her breasts raising in the air like a pin-up Sonja remembered from the World War days. There was a raw sense of beauty about her, brains and viciousness too, but still a body she found herself wanting yet again. Looking quickly away, Sonja stared at the closet door until her mother responded.

“About thirty minutes ago.”

She looked back to her mother, “Are you leaving soon?”

Her mother looked at her sharply, “Do you want me to?”

A faint trembling of weakness almost caught Sonja until she shook her head, “No, you just seemed to be mostly gone in the last couple of months.”

Gweneth grinned. “You mean almost the entire school year. Sorry about that, I got... lost.”

“Well... yeah.”

Her mother patted her leg, “Well... I don’t have anything I can’t handle from here. And I think I need to spend at least a little more time at home.”

Sonja felt both scared and happy at the same time. Then, felt her mother’s fingers start to trail up her inner thigh, dipping below the blankets toward the slit of her being. Sonja gentle put a hand down, stopping her.

“Breakfast?”

Gweneth nodded and pulled back her hand.

“I brought some bagels from downtown. And... well... I really should drag my suitcase upstairs.”

They both got out of bed and head up the stairs and out of the cold.