Jack opened his eyes and felt a burning sensation in his head. It felt like someone had just forced all the blood to his head and then drained it out in seconds. He felt dizzy too, and stared at the multicolored ceiling above his head.
Wait. Multicolored ceiling?
Pushing himself to his elbows, Jack found that he wasn't in his apartment anymore. In fact, he barely felt like he was even in a real place any longer. The walls looked as if they were contorting to his body movements, and the ceiling's strange plethora of color shifted and changed as if alive.
He felt something slimy under his hand, and looked down to find some kind of worm wriggling between his fingers and opening a sucker-like mouth as it turned up to face him. Jack withdrew his hand immediately and pushed himself away from the sucker-worm. And shortly thereafter, he fell off whatever he was sitting on.
Well, rather, he was pulled off. He looked down at his ankles as he hit the floor and saw a big, writhing red tentacle snaking around his legs, spiraling up toward his torso. Jack kicked with all the power he could, causing the large, slimy tentacle to tighten around him. Jack resorted to grabbing the thing's end with his hands to stop it from returning to its work of snaring him.
It slipped through his hands with ease and wrapped gently around his neck. Jack reached up and dug his fingers into it, hoping to make it relinquish his neck back to him. At first, it worked, and he managed to get one loops of its form from around his neck.
Then the thing fought back and rewrapped itself around his neck and then his hands. Being as thick as his wrist, it was surprisingly soft, the tentacle. It slapped him across the cheek and he thought that teeth were going to come out of it or something.
Jack fought back by squirming with everything he had, trying to break free. It really was hopeless though. The tentacle seemed to possess immeasurable power of its own, and whatever it was connected to had to be even stronger. Still, he didn't want to go down without a fight.
The red tentacle forced his arms above his head and his head down against the floor. His legs were pulled so that his body couldn't move any longer, and then spread out. The tip of the tentacle came close to his face, and waited silently for a reaction of any kind. Jack did nothing. It lowered itself to his face and vibrated slowly.
Jack felt it vaguely as his eyelids started to become heavy. He forced himself to stay alert as it pushed against his teeth, and he bit down on it as the red intruder made its way into his mouth. His head felt heavy, so he tried not to lift it. The tentacle opened up and smaller, cilia-like things protruded from its tip. Jack barely registered the little things playing with his tongue and caressing the inside of his mouth like there wasn't a thing wrong with it.
He knew something horrible was happening, that he was being violated by some foreign, demonic thing from somewhere in hell, but he couldn't fight it. Something felt so...so strange. His limbs felt heavy. He registered something moving down his throat, cold and sweet. He couldn't care less if he had known what to do.
The thing retracted from his mouth and he saw its gaping mouth-like tip. Four flaps of red flesh parted to reveal a hollow cavity lined with dozens of little feelers that dripped blue liquid. Where it fell on his neck, Jack felt a cold, tingling sensation that made shivers run up his spine. The tentacle pushed down on his chest and roved over his skin with the smaller cilia-tongues.
Jack felt it wrap around his stomach now as it removed itself from his chest. A burning sensation crept outward from where it had pushed against him, and a wave of coldness swept across his entire body. The thing pushed against his navel and the tongues came out again, searching furiously for something.
Another tentacle appeared above Jack's head, swishing around gently. His eyes followed its movements lazily, unblinking, uncaring. It entered his mouth without resistance and opened up like the other had done. But this one had not dozens of little tongues, but six or so large, flat ones. It forced something warm and tangy down his throat.
Jack's eyes went wide when the first tentacle, which he had almost forgotten about, started fondling his cock. He looked down and it allowed him some leeway to see what was going on. It had stripped him of any clothing he might have been wearing, and was sucking his fully erect cock into its weird maw.
The cilia-tongues wrapped around him and tickled every place he could have though of. It appeared to know every part to touch, every nerve to tickle, his every pleasure point. It impaled itself on him down to the base of his erection, where it withdrew an inch and forced itself down again, as if trying to get him to penetrate farther.
Jack groaned. Beyond the tongues there was nothing but slick, tight flesh pulsing around him like it was trying to eat him. He closed his eyes finally and his eyelids became extremely heavy. He didn't even try to keep them open as the tentacle in his mouth pushed more liquid down his throat. The back of his head tingled.
And after a while, Jack felt his body becoming lighter, like whatever was making his limbs heavy was gone and he was miraculously healed. He cracked his eyes open and saw a shape straddling him at the waist. He groaned as his cock was stimulated extra hard.
Opening his eyes completely, his mouth was agape and he was awestruck.
There was a woman straddling his hips, beautiful, exotic. Her tanned skin glistened with sweat and a red flush was spread across her cheeks. She had odd red eyes, with black irises. Breasts the size of her head bounced up and down on her chest, and a waterfall of teal hair cascaded down her back. She arched her back when she drove her pussy down on his hard cock.
Her hands held him at the wrists, and her feet kept his legs spread apart. Jack had no idea who she was, or how she had gotten here. In fact, he didn't even know how he himself had gotten here in the first place! His eyes spun. He felt lightheaded.
This must be a dream. This couldn't really be happening to him. It was impossible. He was in his bed or something, with Elassa and Fain sitting next to him and waiting for him to get up. Elassa was probably doing something to him though. The dream woman on top of him smiled, the look in her black eyes predatory and amused.
"This is no dream," the woman said in a voice that sounded like a thousand funneled into one. She smiled, revealing a pair of fangs on her upper and lower rows of teeth. She licked them and rode him even harder. Jack groaned and squeezed his eyes shut.
Upon opening them, he found her pussy in his face and her mouth engulfing his cock. Jack's arms were held out to either side of him by her strong legs. All he could tell was happening was that this was an impossible dream and that he was enjoying it. He began licking her pussy with his tongue and she moaned contently. She sucked his cock even harder, slurping on it when she came up. The teen felt something strange down there, but he couldn't see.
It was like something was going down his...thing. He moaned as her tongue seemed to fondle his cock all over. This had to be a dream. In the course of a single blink of his eyes, Jack was now being smothered by a kiss that had his tongue tied against the roof of his mouth. He strained to move, but the exotic dream woman exerted impossible strength and continued to make him her plaything.
She switched two more times before Jack had the sudden urge to release. He held it in for as long as he could to prolong the pleasure he was feeling. The woman now had him completely enthralled. Jack's back arched and he splattered his cum across her insides, pumping her full. His cock, still hard, jerked and pulsed as she removed herself from him and stood up. Amazingly, she wasn't dripping at all, save for her own juices.
Jack lay there on the floor, his cock still as hard as a rock. He panted slowly, deep breaths escaping his violated lips in a deep rhythm. Jack had just been raped by a dream woman. Was this some kind of signal? Was he into this kind of stuff now? That would suck. Elassa would definitely get way too into that fetish and send him to the hospital again if she got the chance.
