Is this a nightmare?

I'm new to writing stories. English is not my first language, so please forgive any mistakes and repetitions. I would really appreciate any feedback!

NOTE: This is a fully fictional story. It is heavy on rape, somnophilia, violence, degradation, in general rather dark and quite detailed. Please don’t read if you are triggered by anything like that. Otherwise enjoy! :)

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It was a normal Wednesday evening in July.

I had a long exhausting day at work. My boss was in a really bad mood that day and took it out on me. Often, he complains that I'm doing everything wrong and that I'm actually useless.

Normally, I don't care about his words because I know I'm doing a good job. I've known my boss for a while now, and he doesn't mean it that way and simply takes out his frustration on me when things aren't going well with his wife.

But today was especially rough, it scratched a bit at my self-worth, and I wasn’t feeling so great. I would’ve needed some company that day but it is already late and I live alone.

I’m just an average girl I would say, quite small for my age, but I don’t think I’ll grow anymore at 24. I have thick dark hair, funny, and generally a quiet person but still confident. I preferred staying at home and reading, I’m not a party girl.

I’m comfortable on my own, but I often still wish to have someone close to me. Nevertheless, I have a good life, hobbies, and I actually love my job in research, I am a sociologist. You could say I'm a bit nerdy.

I tried to make the best out of the day, and I tried to make myself a nice evening. I cooked myself some dinner, took a long, warm shower, and watched an episode of my comfort show.

But I had trouble calming down and relaxing, so I thought that smoking a joint would help me with that. And it did, as always. I was stoned and felt a bit lighter now, better than before.

My bed was already waiting for me to fall in as I got really tired. I fell asleep very quickly, nothing wakes me up that fast when I'm high…

For a couple of weeks, he secretly walked by my small house in a remote neighborhood in my town, watching me from a safe distance. Studying the prey that he desperately wanted for so long.

Observing when I come home, what my routine is, and when I go to sleep. He knew it all, he knew me too well. Even that I smoke a joint sometimes when I go to sleep. And I didn’t even notice one single thing.

He thought today was the day. It was just perfect, I was sleeping defenseless and high in my bed.

A dark figure crept in through the open window. I rarely forget to close my window, the noise of the streets would usually wake me up, but that day I unfortunately did.

There was no light in my bedroom, just the shine from the moon outside. It was so quiet that you could almost hear the racing heart of the intruder.

He was a scary-looking middle-aged man, quite tall, and wearing a hood over his head.

The stranger just stood there for a couple of minutes, watching me sleep peacefully and not knowing what he was about to do to me. He planned everything meticulously in his mind, waiting to make sure I was truly asleep.

Never in his life had he felt like this, like he had so much power over a helpless creature like me. He knows he can do anything he wants to me.

But he's not here to rob me or to seriously hurt me. No, he's here to satisfy his deep desire to take me, to fuck me.

He has no choice, he's like an animal driven by its survival instincts. There is no doubt, no hesitation, and no thought of the consequences because he knows he is safe and I can’t do anything about it.

He felt his erection getting harder, his breath shortening, and he just couldn’t resist anymore.

I was lying on my side with my back to him. The man took a few steps toward me, sitting down on the edge of my bed, and took in a large breath of my scent. He carefully pulled back the blanket to expose my body. It was so warm that I was only wearing tiny panties.

Oh fuck, he thought. These slutty lace panties turn him on so much, as if she were wearing them just for him, as if she wished to be fucked tonight.

The stranger lightly stroked across my body, feeling my soft skin, touching my small breasts and nipples. He admired my body as he had never seen it before. He never saw it so close and helpless.

I was still deep asleep. His hands wandered down to my panties, sliding them to the side so he could expose my pussy. He carresed my lips, he admired my pussy, it drove him wild to see it.

He hadn't had sex in a long time. And now he's going to fuck me, something he's dreamed of for so long. Nothing will stop him now.

He circled my clit, and at his touch, I flinched briefly but remained asleep. He was startled for a moment, he didn't want to wake me. But now he'd better hurry before it's too late. The man unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans, his cock jumped out of his boxers, leaking precum and pulsing, needing to release his urges.

His dick was slightly above average but really girthy. As I wasn’t aroused he had to wet my pussy with his spit so he could enter. The tip of his cock pressed against the slit of my unconscious body. It wasn’t easy but with a slow thrust, he cautiously managed to slip into me.

He could feel my pussy trying to resist the intruder, but that just turned him on even more. He was intoxicated by the sensations, he couldn’t help but moan with pleasure as he penetrated me, finally getting what he wanted. Me.

I just lie there, so high and deeply asleep that I don’t notice a thing. Not even the pain from the unwanted penetration, how he stretched me, my dry pussy.

With his thrusts, he penetrates me deeper and deeper until he manages to bury his entire cock inside me. The man finds his slow rhythm for fucking my small, helpless body.

He couldn’t hold back and got faster and faster. Slowly I began to wake up, I was confused about what was happening, unable to think clearly. I felt my pussy being used, and that’s when I realized I was having a sex dream. Or was I?

Everything was moving in slow motion, and my body felt as heavy as lead. I couldn’t move. But I started to enjoy the sensations my body was experiencing. I got wet and began to moan softly, opening my eyes.

The man was startled, he quickly covered my mouth with one hand and held me tight against him with the other.

"Shhh, go back to sleep. Don't worry, I won’t hurt you if you don’t fight back. I only want to have some fun with you, sweetie."

Panic set in, my stomach dropped.

What’s happening here? What’s going on? Isn’t this a dream? Who the fuck is this?

My breathing quickened, and I felt like I couldn’t get any air. I tried to fight back, to break free from his grip.

I tried to say something, to scream, to ask for help, but with his hand over my mouth, only broken sounds came out.

He kept holding me down, and I was far too weak to stand anyway, I was still so sleepy and, at the same time, terrified. He just kept fucking me while I tried to fight him off. His cock was painful, I felt like he was tearing me apart from the inside with his rage.

When I’m high, I perceive everything much more intensely. The sensations wash over me in slow motion. Then there’s nothing else but the feelings I’m experiencing. Actually, I love having sex while high, but not like this. I could hardly believe that I was being raped by a stranger in my own bed.

I managed to bite his hand.

Quickly, he pulled his hand away by reflex and screamed:

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!."

"Stop it!! Who are you?" I mumbled, trying to get out some words.

I tried to sit up and get my bearings, but everything was spinning and felt as if it was in slow motion. I was so fucking scared.

Before I could even react, he slapped me across the cheek with his bleeding hand, smearing the blood all over my face.

I screamed, started crying, and desperately tried to move away from him. I stumbled and fell off the bed. The pain throbbed in my cheek.

"I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart. But this is the only way you’ll learn that you have to obey me, whether you want to or not. Now be a good girl, get up and lean over the bed! I’m not done with you yet.”

He stood menacingly over me, I glanced up, but everything was blurry, I couldn’t make out anything in the darkness. He’s talking to me, but I can’t understand what he’s saying right now, I sat there frozen and terrified.

The intruder grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet. He forcefully shoved me onto the bed so that I landed on my stomach. With one hand, he held my hands behind my back, and with the other, he ripped off my panties.

I just cried and screamed, kicking my legs and trying to break free from his grip. But my attempts were pathetic and futile. There’s nothing I can do.

He tied my hands with his belt and stuffed my panties into my mouth. I could smell his disgusting precum on them. Everything inside me clenched up, and I just hoped it would be over soon.

"You look so cute when you try to fight back. Well, actually, you always look cute. I’ve been dreaming of fucking you for so long, and now the time has come."

"No, no, please!!" I tried to say through the gag.

"Stop begging, there's nothing you can do anyway. Just enjoy it, you'll have to get used to it. And be grateful, no one's going to fuck a useless slut like you anyway."

His still-hard cock penetrated me from behind. The penetration of his cock was painful, I was dry and tense. He started fucking me harder, and with every thrust, more of my strength to resist faded away. I faded away.

I lay there. Crying. Being tortured by a fucking stranger. I’ve given up.

I try to remember where I might have known him from, but I can’t form a clear thought. My head is empty. I am empty. Just a shell being used.

“Oh, are you starting to enjoy this? You’re soaking wet. Your pussy feels so good, I want to breed you. I want you to cum on my cock.”

No, no, no, that’s not right. That can’t be happening. Why am I getting wet? I will never have an orgasm from being violated like that. I promised myself in my thoughts.

He started touching my clit. That brought me back to the moment. I started to fight back again.

With a loud smack, he slaps my ass hard.

"I won't stop until you come, do you understand slut?" he said angrily as he kept fucking me from behind.

Every time I fought back against his assault, he spanked me. Harder and harder. My butt was red and throbbing with pain.

My pussy slowly got used to his cock a little more, and it wasn’t quite as painful anymore. The clit stimulation was intense. My body started to betray me. It reacted to his touch, and I began to moan through my tears as he got harder and harder.

"Yes, just like that. You love being raped, don't you? That’s the only thing you’re good for, you are incapable of accomplishing anything else in your life."

His words and his anger scared me and hit me hard.

My pussy started clenching around his cock as it pumped in and out of me. He moaned, thrusted harder and faster, and rubbed my clit violently.

"Cum for me now, you worthless slut!"

I could feel the orgasm building inside me, the pressure building. But I couldn't bring myself to endure that humiliation. I managed to roll away from him, since he hadn’t expected it.

But nothing worked. I was powerless, as always.

Without a word, he pushed me back onto my bed. I was lying on my back, and the stranger grabbed my thighs and pulled me toward him. He had a firm grip on me, holding my legs in the air.

Angry and frustrated, he shoved his dick inside of me. He pounded my pussy with all his might. He started to smile when my moaning began again, he realized I was close. Close to orgasm. Close to admitting that I got pleasure out of this miserable torment.

I felt ashamed, devastated, and I could feel my whole body tingling, crying out for release.

The intruder abused me, and yet these pleasurable sensations came over me. I just had to cum. My breathing quickened, my moans grew louder, and my body tensed up.

He started rubbing my clit again, and all I could think was FUCK!

"Aahhh, I'm about to cum inside you, and you're going to squirt all over my dick. I want to feel your dirty pussy contracting around my dick."

The room was filled with our moans and the clapping sound of him pounding rhythmically against my ass.

And I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I started to cum, everything in my body felt electric, my pussy gripped his cock tightly, which made him cum too.

With each hard thrust, I felt his cum pumping deeper inside me and his dick pulsing.

I started to squirt, with every thrust I squirted more, and our juices mixed. Everything gushed out of me and ran down my body.

The orgasm felt like it lasted forever. My whole body was shaking, and I screamed in relief. The waves of orgasm washed over me intensely. I’ve never cum like that before. Maybe he’s right, I am a worthless slut.

He thrusted hard into me one last time, before pulling out his cock. The tension in my body finally released and with that, I squirted violently one last time. A lot, really a lot. All over his cock and over myself.

I was a mess. I was a dirty fucking used mess, full of cum and blood smeared over me.

He let go of me, and my body slumped limply onto the bed. I lay there, broken and degraded. I had no strength left. I didn’t even cry anymore, I just lay there. I could feel the hot fluids running down my legs, and how everything in my body hurt. How he had defiled me.

It all feels so unreal.

I’m still so high.

I’m nothing anymore.

He stood there out of breath, looking shamelessly proud with a dirty smile on his lips. He enjoyed it. That sadistic asshole enjoyed assaulting me.

The stranger moved closer to my face and whispered something in my ear:

“See you tomorrow at work, sweetie! And remember, this stays a secret between us.”

He then left my bedroom as if nothing had happened. Just left me there like a piece of trash.

Shit.

Now I know why that voice was so familiar…

My boss.