I Dreamed That Strangers Were Using Me and I Didn’t Want to Wake Up

They hoist me up little by little. Around each ankle, a rope tightens, hanging from the ceiling, and I can feel it pulling me, millimeter by millimeter. I’m naked on the ice-cold floor, with my arms tied behind my back, and I can’t move them: the bindings dig into my skin every time I try. I scream, but no one answers. Only the scrape of the ropes can be heard, forcing me to hang upside down, legs apart.

A beam of light falls from the ceiling right onto my body. Around me, everything is dim; I can’t make out the walls. Beneath me, on the floor, there’s an empty cardboard box and a dildo. I writhe, I flail, and my body sways in the air like a pendulum.

—Help! Somebody help me! —I scream at the top of my lungs—. Please, let me go. Is anyone there?

No answer. Only the most absolute silence. I panic and cry. Tears flood my green eyes. I’m cold and I can feel my nipples hardening beneath the weight of my breasts. I whimper and, little by little, I try to pull myself together.

I don’t know how I got here. The last thing I remember is that, after leaving work, I had a beer with the girls. I told them that last week I’d broken up with Adrián, that we weren’t together anymore, that he’d left me because, according to him, there was no magic left between us. Well, that’s what I told them. The truth is he told me I was boring in bed and that if I wasn’t capable of making him enjoy himself, it was better not to keep going.

And in a way he was right. Adrián wanted me to do things that didn’t make me feel comfortable. He was obsessed with getting me to suck his cock, and one day he even ended up coming in my mouth. He had a fixation with oral sex, always pushing for sixty-nine. I never liked it: the few times we tried it, I couldn’t get him to cum. I’m not able to feel an orgasm while his cock is filling my mouth. I know I’m a romantic; I like making love while looking at his face, feeling our bodies melt into one.

The final straw was the day before he dumped me. He made me get on my knees to give him a blowjob in which he practically shoved his entire cock down my throat every time he smashed my head against it. I thought he was going to cum down my throat. I struggled to spit his member out between coughs and gagging. Then he stood me up, laid me across the dining table with my breasts bare against the wood, yanked off my panties, and I felt his glans pressing against my anus. He was trying to fuck me in the ass. It was something I had never done and that horrified me just to imagine. I writhed and cried. I begged him to stop.

—Stop, for God’s sake, Adrián! Don’t keep going! You’re hurting me! Stoppp! —I pleaded through sobs.

Then he stopped. His cock changed direction and sank into my wet cunt. He fucked me violently. I couldn’t stop myself from cumming and screaming from a pleasure I had never felt before. He pulled my hair while I moaned with every thrust until I felt him spilling inside me and a scorching fire coursing through every pore of my skin.

I collapsed exhausted on the table. He grabbed the suitcase he’d already packed and told me he was leaving me because I was a fucking prude and he wasn’t going to keep wasting his time on me. That I had a great body, but he was sick of fucking a frigid little priss. He closed the door and left. I stayed there trembling, not daring to move. He had just raped me. Adrián had planned everything; it was his way of saying goodbye. I suppose my refusal to be sodomized was what finally decided him. I loved him, and I cried bitterly for hours, curled up at the foot of the table where he had just abused me and, at the same time, taken me to a never-before-felt ecstasy. I was shattered.

After the beer with the girls, I remember getting home, taking a shower, and when I got out, wrapping myself in a towel. In front of the mirror I stood there, staring at my face. I still wasn’t used to my new look: the day after the breakup I cut my hair very short and went back to my natural red. I was amused to see myself with that cheeky-girl look, freckled, with a button nose and full lips that, I’m sure, Adrián will miss, even though I barely let him use them. I looked much younger, no more than twenty-five. Then I took a couple of steps back and dropped the towel.

This is what you let slip away, idiot.

I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea that a man could reject me. I know I have a killer body. I took my time looking at myself, because I’m very vain and proud of my curves, and I don’t mind showing them off. I get turned on by being looked at; that’s why I dress up. I know how to use my assets. I’m five foot six, and being a redhead with these huge green eyes, I don’t go unnoticed, nor do I have the slightest intention of doing so.

No matter how hard I try to remember, I can’t get past my image in the mirror. Maybe I’m asleep and all of this is a nightmare. Yes, it must be; I just have to wait and I’ll wake up. But time passes and I’m still hanging upside down. The silence is sepulchral, I can barely hear my own breathing. My consciousness begins to fail me and I grow drowsy. From time to time I wake, writhe, and scream with all my strength. I think I’m going to die in this hole. If this is a nightmare, it’s the most terrifying one I can imagine. I have no tears left. I close my eyes and sink into darkness.

***

I open my eyes. I can’t see clearly. I’m gasping for air, there’s something inside my throat and I can’t spit it out; I feel a body pressed against my face. I writhe, suspended by my ankles. Suddenly a scorching pain pierces me: something is penetrating my ass. I scream with all my soul, but only spasms come out of my mouth, because a cock is forcing its way violently down my throat. I try to bite that piece of flesh profaning my lips and filling my palate with a strange taste, but I can’t: my jaw isn’t responding, it’s being forced to stay open by a ring gag that leaves me completely exposed.

I’m being sodomized. The man choking me with his cock is shoving the dildo that was on the floor into my ass. And he’s doing both without compassion. I’m a doll to be used to carry out his darkest desires.

I can only thrash and suffer. In the position I’m in, I can’t get his cock out of my throat; I sway to the rhythm of his hips and each thrust goes deeper. I’ve never had anything this far inside me. The gagging and coughing are constant, I can barely breathe. The dildo keeps pushing forward, opening me from within, tearing me apart. Then, with one hand, he grabs the back of my neck and smashes me against his hip. He’s impaling me. I’m suffocating. With the other hand he drives the toy all the way into my ass. I never believed such atrocious pain could exist. The torment feels endless. I only want him to stop, I want to faint, I want to stop suffering.

I feel him holding my head with both hands and starting to move it back and forth, while the dildo begins to vibrate and blends the pain with a strange sensation that makes me shiver. His cock sinks deep with every forced sway. I can feel his breath on my cunt, open and exposed at his whim. My body betrays me: I’m starting to get turned on. I know that when his tongue slides over my wet vulva, I won’t be able to stop myself from cumming. I salivate to lubricate his cock, I swallow my spit mixed with the fluid already pouring from his glans, and I move my tongue to give him pleasure so he’ll finish as soon as possible.

That fucking vibrator drags me toward ecstasy. My moans mingle with the wet sound of the blowjob. My head is being moved faster and faster when I feel his mouth melt into my cunt and devour it like a juicy fruit, his tongue exploring every nook and cranny, trapping my clit between his lips and sucking it in a slow, intense rhythm. My body trembles, I puff and writhe and swallow his cum, which spills out abundantly while I can barely breathe. He keeps my nose buried in his pubic hair, and the fluids I can’t get down slide out through it. In the middle of the suffocation, I reach orgasm brutally. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt anything like this, and the vibrator buried in me prolongs it and intensifies it. I barely notice that I already have another cock in my mouth.

A new man replaces the first. This one doesn’t wait: he feasts on my cunt while I’m the one looking for his cock to suck it. He doesn’t need to guide my head; I need to feel his cock in my throat, I need to give him pleasure and I throw myself into doing it. He parts my lips with his fingers and explores every fold with his tongue, until he’s licking my deepest intimacy. I feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, I press my lips against his body, swallow him whole, and massage him with my tongue. His heat floods me, his fingers penetrate my pussy and tear out another climax that shakes me while his cum rises up my throat.

Another man takes his place, and then another, and another, in an endless carousel. The ritual is always the same. At some point they take off the gag, it’s no longer necessary: I know what I have to do. Every now and then they wipe my face clean, covered in spit and cum. That’s when I see that the box contains a hefty pile of bills, more and more of them. They also free my arms, and with them I can embrace the man using me and set the pace for the blowjobs myself. I couldn’t say how many cocks I swallowed, or how many tongues licked my cunt. Simply, I don’t remember.

***

I wake up in my bed, sweaty and aroused. It’s ridiculously late, almost lunchtime. I’m confused and my whole body aches. As I stretch awake, I remember the dream: I was hanging upside down and dozens of men were using my mouth and giving me pleasure with their tongues while a vibrator filled my ass. What a nightmare. It had been so real I could still taste their essences on my palate. I needed a shower to clear my head.

It was clear Adrián’s words had hurt me more than I thought, and my subconscious wanted to prove to me that I wasn’t some prude. But the truth is that the idea of swallowing a cock, tasting his cum, or having it shoved up me from behind repulsed me. I didn’t want to taste anyone’s fluids; I’d had enough when Adrián came in my mouth.

The shower water did me good. I forgot the steamy dream and planned my day. The morning was already gone, but in the afternoon I was supposed to visit my sister; well, really my niece, a little redheaded hellion like me, with eyes even prettier than mine. I made myself a coffee—I didn’t feel like eating—and went to the living room sofa to drink it.

I froze. The cup slipped from my hand and smashed to the floor, exploding into a thousand shards. The box. The fucking box from my nightmare was on the coffee table. It couldn’t be. Slowly I moved closer to look inside. It was full of bills. A scream of terror escaped my throat, I dropped to my knees, and I cried bitterly.