Sleep Takes Hold of Them All

It was strange, one moment Mary was entangled with Mark kissing passionately, groping each other.

And the next it was as if she blinked and was standing in that strange darkened room that had haunted her thoughts all day.

The air felt warm, humid and heavy. There was a strange ambient smell, sort of like walking into a damp basement, but it eluded her whether she actually smelled it or not, as the air seemed to actually weigh on her.

Another group of shadowy figures gathered with her here. In fact it seemed even more crowded than the night before as Mary recognized they were all standing enclosed around a display, watching, incoherent murmurs and disembodied whispering among them, their heads seemingly less able to drift from the presentation than Mary as she gazed about in more conscious, thorough and vivid examination and awareness of this place than the night before.

There, at the center of it all again was Lydia, Mary's mother. Once again Lydia appeared younger, if anybody had to hazard a guess no more than 30. Her body slick with sweat across her smooth back, and perfectly arcing ass cheeks. The room thundered with the claps as the dark figure animalistically fucked Mary's mom from behind doggy style. Lydia joyously panting and moaning in pleasure, hands clawing at the floor, gazing about in delight at her gathered audience, rearing up on her palms so they could see the heft of her chest sway as it hung beneath her from the rutting of her body as she rocked back to collide with the figure behind her every time it neared unsheathing it's cock.

"Do you truly want them to see you? To watch what you've become?" The ominous deep voice echoed in Lydia's head as she gazed about, considering her debate about the pornstar enjoying being watched.

Considering she had it even better with her audience here before her.

"Yes...." Lydia moaned gazing down to breath deep between the thrusts stretching and warming her pussy with pleasure.

As Lydia felt her ass ripple on mutual impact, she gasped and moaned in pleasure as her hair was grabbed by the root, head pulled upwards, a second obviously clawed hand of the shadowy figure grabbing her throat and pulling her upright, flaunting the grapefruit sized breasts fully for the audience's display as they bounced with the expertly continued thrusts.

Mary palmed her own chest absentmindedly, questioning if hers could get that big, that perfect.

"Watch.... me.." Lydia moaned invitingly, gazing about her audience.

"Enjoy... me..." Lydia panted again looking for more reception in her audience.

As shadowy figures shifted their hands and postures Lydia groaned delightedly holding up and fondling her breast for her audience before dropping them to bounce under the **** of the cock penetrating her.

"Want... me..." Lydia added, willing and wanting more of the shadows to dissipate from the most responsive figures in the audience.

"Touch.... your.... selv...es... toooo.... me...." Lydia screamed out gasping and trembling in climax, the thrusting paused as she felt a raging heat release inside of her.

The air grew thicker, and heavier with its oppressive and arousing energy. Mary felt a shiver of delight tremble through herself as she fidgetted, too strangely enthralled to truly understand how her body was feeling, how her hands were mindlessly roaming her form.

As Lydia was dropped to the floor she chuckled in pleasure, gazing happily as the shadowy audience took ever more form.

Lydia could now define their heights, and contours. The men from the women. She could see some of them, touching themselves passively. Hands brushing down across bodies to obvious locations. Some cocks, pussies, and breasts growing clearer as if each touch cleaned them of their obscurity.

Lydia wanted to be used for the dark figure's pleasure. Just like the night before. Just like she knew, was her reason for being here.

Lydia yearned more to be shown off and be seen getting thoroughly destroyed as it fucked her into oblivion. She wanted to be watched, and have these people either wish they were her, or the one fucking her. The more she thought about it, the more certain she was she wasn't sure she could refuse any of them.

Gazing back the dark gargantuan figure had stepped away, and now sat atop a throne behind her.

"Fuuuck me..." Lydia pleaded, sitting up and turning towards the figure, two fingers gently rolled her swollen clit, as she cupped and admired the sensitivity, heft, and size of her breasts.

Lydia looked down upon her body, admiring the physique that reminded her a bit of the pornstar she had watched earlier. Her mouth fell open with a joyous grin flaunting perfect white teeth as Lydia felt like she now had even more to flaunt, to offer, to enjoy.

"They want to watch you fuck me." Lydia proudly declared, looking over her shoulder alluringly, at the seated figure, her hands toying with her body for their audience to enjoy."I want them to watch you fuck me..."

"No, I don't." Thought Mary, idly brushing a hand up and down her thigh as she fidgeted, unable to find the will to pull her gaze away from her mother for longer than the briefest scan of the audience.

A furtive glance about the other silhouettes having Mary question where the weirdly all too real feeling dream was going.

Wondering if she could just walk away somewhere.

The figure remained unmoved atop the throne, silently gazing down with the same glowing red eyes as the statuette in Lydia’s room.

Lydia turned to face it, feeling short changed and neglected, questioning just what else she could do, a flurry of dark whispers and suggestion flooding her thoughts.

"I need you to fuck me." Lydia pleaded, smiling inwardly at her newfound brazen lewdness. Crawling slowly towards the figure, wagging her ass seductively, and gazing about each way at the figures as they all watched, seemingly unable to look away.

With a knowing smirk she locked gaze with some silhouettes clearly holding their cocks, it excited her, knowing they wanted her so much. Wanted to watch her do this so much.

“Please… I could do anything…” Lydia could feel she needed to do more, for some strange reason deep within her she knew this dream thing. It was connected to how great, and lively she'd felt all day.

“Don’t ask… Just tell me.. What you want…” As Lydia approached the figure she felt new instincts guide her, the Idol’s influence nudging her along as she submissively kissed up the figures feet, nibbled along the inside of its leg. Disembodied whispers fed ideas to her, guided her by reinforcing new darker perverse thoughts and instincts.

Mouthing a testicle with a moan of satisfaction, her hand taking hold of the radiant shaft, it's girth, length, and hard ridged top.

“So much… better than… anything…” Lydia puzzled for words between busying her lips and tongue upon the still rigid member.

Lydia should've felt alarmed, or at the very least alerted by the inhuman qualities of the phallus, but it didn't.

All she felt was awe, and admiration that she had been fucked by such a monstrous thing.

Lydia felt her depravity grow stronger and reinforced by the idea that she’d been watched getting defiled by something so clearly inhuman, that her audience knew, she truly would worship anything, that could make her cum.

Her lips hastened their affectionate kissing, and exploration of the shaft, her adoration of it growing with dark need as her hands both stroked and milked its length, something hooked deep within her clawing urgently for action. Was it alarm? Or desire?

Mouthing the tip, Lydia struggled to suck on it, to envelope its length, its girth.

Deeper... I need it deeper... The strange thought drove Lydia forward until she felt the lurch of a gag, the glug of her fighting its trigger, once, twice, pulling off with a **** gasping cough for air Lydia wiped the tears from her watering eyes before gasping. Diving down on it once again, one trigger, swallow, two trigger, ****, third trigger, swallow, gasp for air, coughing.

"Fuck me with it..." Then Lydia tried inviting again.

God I need it in me…

Mary felt her jaw go slack, the size of the cock that had been fucking her mother having dumbfounded her. Then the awe with which her mother seemed to try to face fuck herself on it stunned Mary from the internal hold on the fact that this was her mother she was watching.

Much like the rest of the audience the action seemed to entrance them with its seemingly **** human feat.

“Do you want it?” Only Lydia heard the ominous commanding voice, it’s depth both aroused her and sent a terrible shiver down her spine as it seemed to echo and resonate through her insides.