Inside Alisa

"Ms. Randmoor come here." said The balding hairy man sitting behind the teacher's desk, his pudgy finger beckoning my girl. "This paper is just like the one your sister wrote. All of your work is just like your sisters and brothers. You are nothing but a copy." The teacher said in his gravely voice.
"No, that is not true. I think for myself. I am unique. I am..."
"on your way to detention." The teacher said.
"What? No! Not that! I am a good girl. Don't send me to..."
"Detention. Now." The teacher pointed.

"Cavity search. Strip." Alisa heard the balding hairy man now dressed as a security guard command as Alisa arrived in the detention block, which looked little different from the inside of a prison the eighteen year old had seen on a TV show. Alisa whimpered as she pulled her clothes off. Alisa tried to cover herself with her hands only for the creepy guard placed Alisa's hands on the wall above her head as his fingers probed inside of my daughter's vagina and anus. "What a tight little thing you are." He said licking her ear. "You are going to be popular." He said as he stuck his fingers inside of Alisa's mouth.

The inmates were whooping and hollering as Alisa walked down the concrete cell block in her underwear. The heavy chains on her ankles and wrists felt so heavy as the hairy tattooed guys she was locked up with told her how much fun they were going to have getting to know her.
When Alisa got to her cell, the bars slammed behind her. Alisa saw that she was locked in a cage with a trio of witches.

The three naked lesbians having sex on the only bed were covered with tattoos and body piercings. One had short hair while another had her hair twisted up into horns. The third one was Alisa's theater rival. "Mmmmm. My owner has rewarded my service well, hasn't he?" Emily LaVarne said with a satisfied smirk as she pressed Alisa against the prison cell's bars. "Welcome to the rest of your life, bitch." Emily said before she **** her tongue down Alisa's throat.

Alisa squirmed as she felt a swarm of insects crawling down her throat. She pushed and struggled only to find herself drowning in the darkness. She was alone except for the chittering. She felt herself being crushed under the unfathomable weight of countless things crawling on, over, around, and inside of her. Alisa felt herself violated and unable to scream.

Alisa was sitting in one of the prisoner visitation booths when her boyfriend and mother walk in arm and arm. "You left him all alone. Xander needed a real woman to take care of his needs. Not some prissy virgin who wants to 'make her first time special'" My wife said mocking her daughter as she pawed at the youth's athletic body. "I rocked his world. Taught him things that he was eager to learn. Isn't that right?" My wife said before sliding her tongue down Alexander's throat. Alisa watched the two tongue wrestle in front of her. "Xander has the stamina a woman needs. So I am leaving your father. It is alright. He needs a woman who can breed for him. We were more than happy to be rid of one another. You being such a big screw up just gave us the pretext." Alisa could not speak as her mom and boyfriend started aggressively kissing one another and aggressively undressing.

Alisa waited in the school yard all alone. She was finally out of detention for what felt like years. Alisa's skin crawled when she thought about the way people had treated her like a piece of meat while she was locked up. Alisa's skin crawled when she thought about the way Emily and the other inmates had passed her around, how dirty she felt being sold for a vape stick again and again. Now she was all alone. All of her classmates shunned her. Her friends turned their backs on my girl.

This is where I showed up in the dream. I watched Alisa watching my truck with the cattle car hitched pulling up to the school. I watch myself hop down from the cabin alongside a very pregnant Chloe who was holding my son Max on a leash like he were a dog. The girl was all kisses and giggles as she showed off an enormous wedding ring, Chloe all but shoving the diamond into Alisa's face. "He proposed right after your mom left, of course, we have been together in secret for years. But you always knew that. You have always known that I only hung out with you because of your family. Your brother here was so easy to train. But it was always the most senior Randmoor that I really wanted. And now that he is mine, you can go live in the pen with the other cows." Chloe said with a self satisfied grin.

"There must me some kind of mistake. I am a person, not a cow! Please!?!" Alisa begged. Her pleading was answered by a jab from a cattle prod that caused my daughter to cry out in pain.
"Cows are not meant for talking. Cows are meant for milking and breeding." The balding hairy man said, now dressed in overalls and a straw hat. The man had Alisa in a milking harness where he was yanking on my girl's breasts to the familiar sound of fresh milk hitting the old stainless bowl I use when I want unpasteurized goodness on my cornflakes.
The man leaned over and leered at Alisa with a smile. "This is what you are now." He said. "You should not have wasted your pity on the cows. I certainly won't waste any on you."

"Faster! Faster! On steed! Heyahh!" Alisa felt a sharp surge of pain as the little insect riding on her back whipped on the reins attached to her tits. Alisa chewed on the bit in her mouth and sped up. She could barely see her brothers and sisters running the race with their own jockey bugs whipping them on with rein and crop. "Go! Go! Go!" Alisa felt the THWAP THWAP THWAP of the riding crop on her ass pushing her harder and faster. She wanted to win. She did not care that she was running in someone else's race. My girl wanted to be better than her older siblings.
The race had no end. The bug kept pushing Alisa on until she dropped down from exhaustion.

"Don't you look adorable?" The balding hairy man said, now dressed like a circus ring master. The man pawed at my daughter who looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw a clown. I could not tell if Alisa was imagining herself as a clown-girl who sells her body or a prostitute for people with a clown-fetish. Either way. The balding hairy man extended his enormous tongue and wrapped it around Alisa's throat. Along with slobber, the balding hairy man left a collar around my girl's throat. "Now get out there where you belong."

The creepy carnival music permeated the air as they all laughed at her. The people watching the show would throw objects at my daughter to make her jump. They laughed at her as the bells on her tit rings jingled along with the bracelets and anklets that made a melody out of her suffering. She looked around and saw everyone she ever knew in the ring of an endless circus. Some were dressed like animals doing tricks. Some of the animals trying to kill each other with teeth and claws as the onlookers took sides. A lot of the clowns and beasts were having sex. As she looked closer, Alisa saw that some of the people she thought were humans dressed as animals were something else, something alien.

Alisa felt someone poke her. "Dance, clown." The balding hairy man commanded. "Give them all Out There and in The Noosphere the show they paid for." There was a cheer before I saw myself dressed like a clown stalking towards my daughter. Alisa backed away from me as I leered at my baby girl with a hungry, predatory grin when she found herself with her back against the bars of a cage. Hands, tentacles, trunks, and grabbers of all sorts held Alisa's legs open.
"No! Stop!" Alisa screamed only to hear the alien monsters laughing as her. I watched, disembodied spectator that I was, as the monster with my face shoved the bulbous red tip of his monstrous canine cock into my Alisa.
"That a slut"
"Yeah, That is how you ride a human."
"Have the lectator hit you harder!"
"Feeling mammal flesh slapping about like that. MhmmmYeah!"

Alisa cried, sobbed, and begged to God for the nightmare to end.
"It will cost you." The balding hairy man said. His shaggy naked body was on full display as he reclined on a throne-like couch. Alisa saw her mother and I naked, oiled, and leashed to The Throne Of Supreme Master, which shines with glory eternal. Her friend Chloe kneels and worships the feet of our owner. "You are mine." The balding hairy man said as he rose and transformed.
Alisa saw the balding hairy man walk towards her, melting with each step he took. The balding hairy man was no longer a man at all as much as it was a fountain of golden liquid that seemed to float in the air as it shifted and changed forms with sharp, black, geometric spikes flaring out of it.
<"Your mind is quite lovely, your body quite popular. The market calculations dictate keeping you in here until your bioform is degraded would optimize your sale value. You have one other thing of value however. Your soul. You humans and your faith is such a rare and intoxicating experience. Its demand margin index is reliably high and consistent. Renounce all other gods and accept me as your one true object of worship and devotion. Endow upon me your total commitment in spirit, word, and sacrifice. Then and only then shall I release you back into The Real where Matter matters. Until then, I will let my audience have fun with you.">

Alisa felt herself falling upwards into darkness. She could not breathe. She could not see. She could not figure out which way was down or up. All she could do was feel trillions and trillions of bugs crawling around her skin. Alisa's screams and cries for help muzzled by the press of bugs exploring her insides. My daughter wallowed in that press of user data until one of the aliens out there decided to fork her and drag a copy of my daughter's soul into their own personal heaven or hell.

(Hope you enjoyed this dark trip. We will be getting back to Jake in The Real shortly. Feel free to enjoy Alisa. Bring the 18 year old girl into whatever imaginary world you wish as she resists giving herself over completely to The Supreme Master.)