Mary’s Dream
(F/F, nc, snuff, fantasy)
By CH Makoto - copyright 2009

One night I had a very strange dream.  It was like an out-of-body experience, but instead of being the watcher, I was both the watcher and the main character.  I floated above the scene, couldn’t intervene in any way, but could see and hear everything clearly.  It was spooky, and considering what I saw, very frightening.  One problem with being the owner of the dildo of death and a woman, is that someday it could be used on me, just like in my dream.  For all you perverts out there, here is my dream as I remember it, unfortunately only too well…

The scene opens with Mary, yes, that Mary, who is about thirty-two years old bent over a pommel horse, her ankles and wrists fastened to its legs and her rear projecting into the air.  The person she thought was her best friend, Pamela walks in and gives Mary’s rear a playful slap and waves the dildo of death in front of the Mary’s face, eliciting a gasp.  “Not me, please tell me this is a joke and you’re not going to use that on me,” she says.

Pamela answers, while she plunges a pair of fingers into the Mary’s cunt, “Why not you?  You’ve done this so many times to others and always seemed to enjoy it.  I thought that you would enjoy it too.  I know I will.”  Her fingers slide in noisily and Pamela finger fucks Mary until she is panting, then stops and waves the dildo of death again in front of her face.  Kneeling Pamela reaches out and starts kneading Mary’s breasts, which she knows are very sensitive.  Mary’s nipples erect and Pamela thumbs them, while she palpitates Mary’s knockers.  “You know, I think the original plan was to have me bent over that horse, not you.  I saw you going to get your favorite tool and I am the only one around.”  Pamela licks a breast, tasting the nervous sweat covering it.

Mary claims, “Please Pamela, I’d never do such a thing.  Really I wouldn’t.  You’re my friend.  You’re not really going to do me in are you?”

Pamela laughs, stands and returns to Mary’s privates, inserting three fingers this time.  Removing them, she slides two of them right up Mary’s ass, causing her to gasp.  “I sure am, and I think you want me to do it.  Your rectum has never before been so accommodating and you’re sopping.  Yes, no matter what you say you want me to and I always do what you want.”

Mary entreats, “I know I’m wet and excited, but please do not put that in me, I won’t be able to hold out at all, so please no, please!  The dildo of death was meant for others not me.”

Pamela does not respond, but this time instead of her fingers she inserts the dildo of death into the Mary’s pussy, but instead of triggering it, she slides it in and out for a while, arousing Mary still further then she removes it.  Mary, throughout the banging is panting and gasping, and begging, “Stop, don’t, please, please no.”  She sighs in relief when she feels it removed.

“I personally think it will work on you just as well as it has worked on others.  Why don’t we find out?”  Pamela strokes the insides of Mary’s thighs as she waits for Mary to catch her breath, then says, “When I put it in your vagina this time; it stays.”

Pamela slides the dildo of death back into Mary, who implores her to stop.  “Please, no.  I don’t want to die.  I’m not ready.”

At full depth, Pamela waits several seconds as Mary resumes gasping.  Her lips are clutching at the dildo of death.  Even she’s not sure she doesn’t want it.  But, she pleads anyway, “No, please, no, no, don’t do it.  AH, NO!”  That last as Pamela triggers the device.  Pamela comes around and sits in front of Mary, who gives her a weak smile and says, “I never thought this would happen to me, good-bye.”  Then she hangs her head, starts to cry and waits for the end.

Mary’s head snaps up as she feels the dildo of death seal itself to her, knowing it will only release itself from her vulva after she has died.  Up till then, Mary had hoped it was all a cruel joke and that Pamela would release her after giving her a good scare.  Mary knows once the dildo of death begins its ministrations, it’s only a matter of time before an orgasm occurs and the dildo of death again earns its name.  She continues crying a little, her tears dripping onto the floor, but nevertheless her arousal increases as the dildo of death goes through its paces.  It matches its vibration, size and movement to her needs and soon she is panting and gasping, trying to fight the inevitable orgasm and failing.  She holds out as long as she possibly can, resisting the torturous device, while feeling the dildo of death plunging in and out of her.  Minutes pass, five, six, then seven.  After holding out longer than she would have believed possible and reaching a height of sexual ecstasy unknown to her, Mary can resist no longer.  After one particularly fiendish probing of her vagina, she stiffens and sighs as she realizes she is cumming.  She feels a flush spread over her skin and the dildo of death’s motion stop.  Mary jerks slightly as the dart is fired, then relaxes, hanging freely with her eyes closed as she dies, betrayed only by a small tremble passing through her body.  She hangs limply as Pamela pats her bottom and observes, “I knew you would enjoy it.”

I woke up and found I was hot and bothered by that only too realistic dream.  I called Pamela in and between the two of us got me calmed down and in a good way.  Pamela mentioned she had had a strange dream too, but declined to provide details.  Hmmm, should she be next?

THE END