I guess yesterday’s frustration took its toll tonight, remembering waking up once in the middle of the night in both panic and arousal from a horrific nightmare that I can’t remember now, and picking it up where I woke up when trying to go back to sleep, so it took some time for me to fall asleep again. This morning I woke up from another erotic nightmare, wet from both cold sweat and arousal, and this one I remember.
This was on a theme I had several nightmares on before, being the victim of a brutal home invasion. I don’t remember quite how it started, but I was overwhelmed by 4 guys in a house, I think I was taking care of it for a friend, and they had some preliminary fun with me, leaving me semi-nude and roughed up, helplessly and painfully tied up with steel-wire on the rough concrete floor in the basement while they finished burgling the place.
Once done, they came back for some more sadistic fun, raping me over and over, pussy to ass to mouth, and torturing me by both by lashing me hard with their belts, welting and lacerating my skin, burning me with lit cigarettes and lighters, skewering my already swollen and tortured breasts with tens of metal barbecue skewers, and tightening the steel-wire ties by twisting them, making the sharp wire cut deeper and deeper into my flesh, almost choking me and garroting my breasts off.
Eventually, they tired and took off, abandoning me in lethal peril, standing balancing on a folded inflatable mattress, forced up by the steel wires around neck and breasts, slowly tightening as the mattress, punctured with a small hole, deflated, and as an extra security that there would be no witness alive, fire bowls suspended by steel-wire wrapped tight round my nipples, roasting them and the undersides of my breasts, that would fall down on the gasoline-soaked mattress when either my breasts were garroted off or my nipples burned off, setting it ablaze and roasting me to death if I wasn’t already dead from strangulation or blood loss.
That was when I woke up, in a state of total panic and agony, but still wet and aroused from the nightmare, the torture and the inevitability of my lethal peril. There are recurring elements in several of my nightmares, including this one, like the conflict between a naive part of me believing I will be spared if I try to please my captors and show them appreciation for their efforts, revealing my kinks and desires to justify their actions, and a more realistic part realizing that will only encourage them to be even more brutal and cruel to me, distorting my desires and fantasies into something agonizing and even lethal, or the passing of a point where I become more afraid that I will survive, horribly and permanently maimed, than that I will eventually die, even if it’s an agonizing and grizzly death.