Nightmare #1: HangingI was disoriented, only slowly becoming aware of my surroundings, but there was no mistaking the feeling of strong hands at the backs of my knees, bending and lifting them up and apart. I realized I was unclothed, hanging not far over the floor by thickly padded wrist cuffs. A sole brilliant spotlight in a vast, dark room illuminated me from above. I felt a hot presence behind me, and my tensing body was pulled up against the bare chest and abdomen of whomever was spreading my legs. Despite my resistance, my knees were drawn up and out until they were almost to my sides, level with my ribcage. Spread this way, my naked pussy was completely open and exposed to the darkness. I moaned and called out, demanding to be let go. A shadowy figure emerged into the pool of light, tall, muscular, and male, with an erection larger than anything I had seen before in my inexperienced life. His cock glistened with the moisture of some sort of lubrication and he gripped it with one fist as he directed it to the opening of my vulnerable pussy. Butterflies of fear and disbelief danced in my stomach, my demands turning to shrill pleas. Without word or hesitation, the man plowed his cock passed my spread labia and drove completely into me. I screamed as I was pinioned. I'd never experienced anything so monstrous, so impersonal, so abrupt. And I was stuffed so full. I could feel my protesting inner muscles spasm in futility around the thick invader. It was uncomfortable, almost painful, and oppressively sexual. I didn't have time to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out and fucked insistently into me again... and again... and again. His hands held the curve of my hips for purchase and leverage only. There was no tenderness in his grip; he used it only to hold me for his cock as the hands of the man behind me spread me open for him. I was barely beginning to acclimate to the strange, powerful fucking, gasping deeply with each slow thrust, when the man in front of me moved his hands down to my ass, kneading, then grabbing my cheeks and spreading them apart as the man behind me lowered my knees to waist level. Deep inside, I feared... I knew, what this meant, and I screamed. I screamed again at the first light pressure on my virgin asshole. I tried to thrash away as the pressure increased. My wiggling only served to allow my pussy to be more deeply impaled as the second lubricated phallus pushed at my anal entrance. My backdoor slowly, torturously stretched wide to accept its debaucher, allowing the head to push inside and forcing a groan from deep within me. I felt the grip on my knees tighten as the man behind began to push up my rectum, forcing me against the one pumping my cunt, the angle now causing the top of his cock to rasp against my clit...Nightmare #50: Mirror MirrorI was practicing for class in the empty studio before opening, watching my movements in the mirror; going over the steps I would teach in an hour, when the lights went out. Emergency exits kicked on their dim beacons, but everything was quiet and dark for a moment - even the ventilation had stopped. Perhaps it was a blackout. I turned for the door when a low, silvery voice spoke behind me. "You are not leaving." I jumped, twisting around to land facing the back wall. The studio mirror faced me, distorted in several points. Reflective trunks extended from the warping surface toward me, one almost touched my ankle, and several more were already near me. I stepped back, trying to the block or kick at advancing tentacle shapes. Striking them was easy, but the viscous mirror material stuck to me where I hit it, spreading cool across my skin, already beginning to encircle an arm and a leg. The voice spoke - from the mirror. "I've been watching you. You will give me what I need." I didn't know whether to question it or scream for help. I struggled to free myself from the clinging silver, only managing to spread it to my other leg. It moved up, sliding between my clothes and skin. I decided to scream. "No one will come, " the mirror said, and I saw in a twisted reflection that more mirror silver covered the room's exits. Cool smoothness spread beneath my clothes, flowing over my breasts, my stomach and ass and pussy under my outfit. It looked like I was simply standing there, legs slightly parted, arms to my sides, except for the silver sheen of my skin below my neck, and the chords connecting me to the undulating mirror surface. For a moment, I was completely immobilized. "Pleasure yourself," the voice said all around me. I could move now, but I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "No!" I shouted, and then choked for a moment as a band of silver briefly constricted around my neck. For a few seconds, horrific sensations crossed my skin - needles poked at my nipples and labia, blades caressed my breasts and thighs; ice cold and searing heat prodded me in sensitive places. "Pleasure yourself now," the words had exactly the same tone, as before, but now there was menace behind them. I trembled in the skin-hugging silver. A tear fell from my eye as I moved my hands to my stomach, pushing silver-coated fingers under waistbands and bra cups. I knew I would not be able to become aroused under this kind of duress, and though incredibly frightened, took some satisfaction I would deny this - thing what it wanted, My fingers passed over my mound and breast at the same time and I gasped as pleasure immediately arced through my body. The slightest touch of the mirror-coated finger on mirror-coated pussy was like the shadow of orgasm. I froze. "Yes. You will feel pleasure. And so much more. Continue. Now." After a shadowy trace of a blade against my chest, I did. I had to. I stood in the studio and brought myself to orgasm in less than a minute. The mirror on my skin and the wall rippled with my climax. "That was good. So good." The voice sounded like it had come to. "I chose you wisely. We have much more to do before your class arrives and you give them to me as well. Begin again." Dread filled me as my hands restarted. They'd never left their stations - left cupping breast and pinching nipple, right with two fingers thrust inside my pussy. The pleasure returned immediately. Now I felt it pressing into me. As my fingers worked, cool smoothness flowed into my pussy and oozed into my ass, heedless of efforts against it. Silver reflection filled me as I came again, then again. The lights and power came back on and I watched myself stand there, frigging my invaded body and coming. I would do whatever it wanted.Stories in Nightmares and Visions: 100 Flashes of Dark Erotica