Chapter 3
The drugged first sleep gave way to the shadows, and the nightmare came alive in them. Dana felt the mounting terror as she tried to flee the grasping fingers of gray smoke. But the hands were on her, all over her, touching, probing, searching. She tried to scream but gagged on the nausea that rose in her throat. She had not escaped the horror, it pursued her relentlessly.
Only this time the shadows were not silent. Words fell over each other as they poured out.
"Nice surprise. Beautiful, beautiful! Hot damn!"
The fingers clawed at her, yanking the cloth from her body. Only it wasn't the nightgown this time. It was the blue cotton dress.
Dana opened her eyes a slit and peered into the blurred area of her vision. The shadowy figure moved, lurched forward, the blue dress dangling from his fist.
"Getting better every minute!" The voice came from the figure.
Dana blinked and tried to clear her eyes. Her head ached and her tongue was fuzzy and dry. There was something she had to remember, but she couldn't pull it from the haze. She blinked again and saw that there was a man leaning over the bed looking down at her. She remembered.
The party! The horrible scene from which she had fled! She had fallen asleep on the gold bed. She looked at the man leering at her, then down at herself. The dress and jacket were gone, as were her shoes. She lay against the satin clad only in the shapeless chemise, garter belt and torn nylons. She bolted up and crossed her arms across her chest but a huge spasm of nausea rocked her and she fell back to the bed.
"Hey, you're awake. Good!" The man sat next to her. "It makes it easier to play. I had a hell of a time with that damned dress! And now that thing. What the devil is it?" His fingers plucked at the muslin chemise.
"Damned if I've ever seen anything like it!"
She could feel his fingers on her belly under the cloth, and she tried to wrap herself in her arms to escape him. The horror of the nightmare was very real now, and the fingers left numb spots on her flesh.
"Who are you?" she whispered. "What do you want?"
He laughed and swayed toward her. "That's funny! Very funny! I'm poppa bear and somebody's been sleeping in my bed!" He laughed harder, almost pitching onto her. The strong odor of whiskey flowed with his breath.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Full memory flooded back. She remembered her stalled car, the harrowing flight through the night, and the trapped helplessness of being unable to make the other men understand what she had come for. "Are you Evan?"
He looked surprised and grinned. "Sure, that's right, baby." His fingers kneaded her belly absently as he studied her as though trying to figure her out. "Who brought you? No, don't tell me. Let me guess!"
He frowned, and deep lines hatched his forehead under the receding line of his brown hair. He was not as young as the other men she'd met, she thought. He looked about forty, slightly paunchy, but not fat. He was still good-looking, and only the thinning hair gave evidence to his age.
"You don't understand-"
"Shh! I don't want you to tell!" He pouted like a child and concentrated again. "Nick!" He grinned as he made his pronouncement. His hand flattened on her belly with agonizing pressure.
"No, I came-"
"Shhh!" His hand moved down her figure and paused at the hidden warmth of her crotch. Dana shivered.
She tried to get up, but he pushed her back easily. "It must have been Orv. Sure, that's it. This is just the kind of kookie trick he'd come up with! I'm right, aren't I? It was Orv."
She shook her head wordlessly. How could she make him understand? The hand was cupping itself between her legs, feeling her private parts through the chemise. She tried again to pull away, but he pitched himself across her body and pinned her to the bed. His face was close to hers, his hand still between her legs, his chest pressed hard against her breasts.
"Doesn't matter," he murmured. "You're here, that's what counts!" He mashed his mouth against her lips. His heavy, wet lips worked against hers, prying them apart despite her efforts to keep them tight. She couldn't breathe with his face on top of hers that way, so she clawed at his shoulders with her hands. Her hand grasped the silky cloth of his shirt, and she tried to use it to pull him away from her. But he held her tight. His tongue came between his lips and stabbed at her mouth. When she finally had to open it to gasp for air, the slippery tongue darted through the opening quickly. It became a hot spear against her own tongue, lashing fire with each stroke, probing deeply into her mouth to send shimmering flames from its path.
Confusion and fear filled Dana. The experience was revolting, yet fascinating. She was powerless to escape his grip or his darting tongue. With each lash at her mouth, the oral organ stirred a feeling throughout her body. She was awake, she knew she was, yet she was living in the nightmare of thrashing emotion. She dug her fingernails into the muscled shoulder, but the pain merely spurred him to new frenzy. His hand pushed roughly between her legs and crawled under the cloth. It jerked the top of her stocking loose from the garters holding it, then caressed the hot flesh.
Dana quivered and tried to moan, but the sound was lost in the violence of the kiss still in progress. The hand moved up into the thatch of hair. She winced as the small hairs pulled, and he snarled as he forced his way through them. His weight still pinned her and made her shivering body merely quiver. It seemed to excite him more. She tore at his flesh and reached for his hair to try to use it to pull him off her. But the short, thin hair gave her no hold on him.
The hand was buried in her pubic hair now, delving for an opening there. The fingers flexed and dug into the tender flesh. Startled, she felt a sudden moisture where his flesh touched hers, and she couldn't understand what had happened. A dark memory flashed for a moment in the back of her mind, but it immediately disappeared in her subconscious again. It had something to do with the nightmare, but she didn't know what. Terror filled her.
The man released her mouth. His lips were flecked with spittle, and he licked them greedily. His fingers plunged between the moist lips of her vulva and found the passageway they sought. He dug them harshly into the pulpy walls.
Dana sobbed. "Ohhh! Stop!"
"We're just getting started, baby!" His free hand went to the chemise front. "How the hell does this thing open?"
Shocked, she could not answer. His hand fumbled, tried again, but found neither snaps nor zipper. He bunched the cloth in his fist and yanked it.
The nightmare!
The cloth shredded and tore from her torso. His fingers clawed at the pieces and threw them quickly aside. She tried to sit up, and the heavily freckled hand shoved her back and grasped her breast. Her legs parted as she tumbled in fright. It was the dream, and she was powerless to stop it.
The hand moved between her legs, and she felt the new pressure of the searching fingers. The hand plunged into her, while the other one mashed at the fullness of her heavy breast that lay exposed where he'd ripped the chemise away.
Dana recoiled in horror, remembering the man at the party below, the one who had so eagerly sucked at Terry's dangling breast. She saw the same glazed look now in Evan's eyes. He lowered his head, mouth open to catch the swollen head of the breast. His tongue licked across the taut nipple his hand had squeezed out. The wet, oral organ circled the entire patch of dark skin around the nipple as though the flavor intrigued it. Evan made soft noises deep in his throat, and then, quite suddenly, he fell to the breast and cradled the entire tip in his mouth, sucking it with huge gulping noises.
Dana felt as though she were someone else, somewhere else. The living nightmare couldn't be happening to her. She knew, because her body stopped resisting and lay passive under the obscene handling. Not passive really. It stirred with unbidden responses. Her vagina was fully wet now, and his fingers plunged into the thick mass of fluid with eager thrusts. Each one stimulated more juices to flow. She had no control over them. Her entire body prickled with a million darts of fire. The numbness had given way to this new thing. She stared at the ceiling, a muted haze of gold and soft blue.
'Dear God,' she thought, 'make it stop, wake me up!'
Evan let go of the nipple and grinned at her. "Mmmmm, that's good. You have nice tasting tit. Almost like flowers. You put rouge on it?" he wanted to know.
She managed to shake her head, appalled at the idea. He let go of her suddenly and stood up. Still watching her, he began to unbutton the silk shirt. Her gaze followed him as his fingers swiftly undid the row of pearl discs and then slipped the garment back from his shoulders and arms. He tossed it to a chair several feet away. Then he undid the top of his slacks and yanked down the zipper.
The room swirled and grew dark before her eyes. The shadows of the nightmare closed around her. She waited for the laughter as the thing between his legs sprang into view. It was larger than she recalled in the other nightmares. It was a huge spear of dark flesh jutting out from the bed of hair. A thick layer of doubled over skin circled the shining red head. Somehow, through the shadows, she could even see the tiny slit of an opening in the thing. It oozed a droplet of wetness as she watched it approach.
The laughter came and ripped back the shadows. Evan was climbing back onto the bed, the swollen sex organ aimed between her legs. The stabbing pain of the nightmare became reality as the fat member speared into the cavity his fingers parted.
She gasped.
He grunted. "Man, you're tight! What a hole!"
She screamed, a whimpering cry of helplessness as the thing shot into her belly. He laughed. and plunged into her again and again. "Jeez, what fucking! What a glorious hole!"
Dana sobbed and fought the treachery of her body. Her entire being wanted to cling to the pounding shaft of flesh inside her, to force it deeper so she could feel the explosion she had relived so many times in the dream. Yet she knew she had to escape, not allow the nightmare to become a reality this way. It was evil.
He pounded his penis into her in long thrusts, wet with her juices and his pre-seminal fluid. He was hot, and she was tight and her cunt was sucking at him like a magnet. He was so fucking hot he could barely hold himself up. He didn't know who had put her here as a surprise for him, but it was the friendliest gesture he'd encountered in a long time. He jabbed his heavy equipment into the hot, hugging tunnel. The pressure bulged the organ to its fullest.
"Okay, baby, here it comes!" he yelled. He let go and the ejaculation spewed from him like hot, thick syrup. It filled her cunt and lathered itself around his pumping prick. It made sucking noises as his unloading organ speared back and forth in the juicy cavern.
Under him, the girl screamed. It was a cry of animal lust and fulfillment, a complete abandonment of any pretense. She was coming, he knew. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn it was a virgin orgasm, a new experience that had been waiting his touch. He grinned down at the girl who lay limp under him with her eyes closed. She was a damn good actress. He'd have to find out where Orv found her. It had to be Orv. He fucked into the wet dripping hole a few more times, then pulled his drained organ out. He fell to the bed beside her and threw his arm over her waist. He pressed his lips to her ear and nibbled at the lobe.
"That was something, baby. A real fucking winner. Give me a chance to catch my breath and we'll try a few more." He licked inside her ear and felt her tremble under his arm.