The Second Dream

You wake up. The room is covered in blue, the door a door from your university, in the same bed that Psyche made you cum in. "I'm sorry, but no it was not some fever dream from last night." You look to see Psyche sitting on the bed next to you, her look a reflection of your own grim acknowledgement of the truth.

"And no, I can't talk outside of this world without enormous psychic strain, possibly enough to cripple you, though I can see it, including your thoughts. I am you after all." She stands up and offers you her hand to help you stand up. Once more she's in lingerie and she looks beautiful, an idealized form of yourself. You found yourself attracted to her. You wanted a kiss or maybe more. You were... fantasizing about yourself. Why? What was this world?

"And as for why you were dragged here, I can't answer that conclusively. Some twisted god or cruel fate? But I'm sure that's not the answer you wanted to hear. But I can tell you one thing. If you want to stop being dragged here, you must find the center of this distortion. You must find Professor Derleth."

She looks at you with a look of dogged tenacity. "I'm not sure you've noticed, but your body healed from its wounds on coming back to this place." You look down to see that indeed, the marks that had crisscrosed your ass and body have disappeared. "I'm... sorry that the healing can only really take effect when you wake up here. But don't think that you will always bounce back after a single day of feeling it's effects. Some bigger impacts might stay with you until this world collapses. But once it does, you should return to normal, no waiting or hiding necessary."

She holds your hand, looking into your eyes. "I know it's hard, but you have to keep moving. You have to confront him and then you will be free. I'll be with you the entire way."

You stood up, and smiled warmly at her. Still, there was a tense energy. What were you supposed to do? Where were you supposed to go? She said such things so simply, like they were obvious. But how would you find him, how would you stop him when you did. Still there is one clear answer needed first. “Where do I go?” You asked her, wanting answers. Y felt alone. Nervous. Scared. What would happen to me?

She opened the door by way of answer, and you felt yourself getting nervous. You looked over her body, taking a deep breath, and then you stepped into the hallway. \

It was empty, and you turned to step back into the safe room, but it was closed... locked. You looked the way that the first classroom was, and you decided to turn the other way, walking down the hallway that you’ve never explored. Your hand dragging against the wall to keep yourself going the right way like you were traveling some labyrinth.

“There is at least one obvious place to look." Psyche’s words fill your mind, as you look at the hallway in front of you. You realize that based on the surroundings, you know what is in front of you. The first place you'd look for him. As you turn the corner, you see the door to his classroom.

As you open the door, a fog seems to seep from the room. You try to cover your face with your hand, but it is no use as the fog seems to seep into your very being. You gasped, quickly turning back but the door was gone, replaced with a field now. You couldn’t find the door, and your head started to feel light... your eyes growing harder to keep open.

As you enter, you can see that instead of the normal classroom, there is an old amphitheater upon a hill. As you look around, you can see figures in the fog, and as you look, you can see a light toga, transparent from the moisture of the fog, form on your body.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, and you look back to see a masked man like the one from the hall. "You have made it just in time for the service, my girl." The voice was deep, husky, and as you felt his arms on you, you felt so frail compared to him. As he pushes you forward, you feel your vision swim, like the fog is full of ****. As you struggle to regather yourself, he takes you in his arms, lifting you into the air like you were nothing, like your boyfriend had lifted you, like a weak thing to be carried. "Now, now, you don't want to be late to the offering do you, my precious girl?"

Your mind feels sluggish as he carries you to the center of the amphitheater, where there is a stone plinth of about 20 feet, and on it you can see a mix of both student girls and the younger female teachers. It looks like 15 men with masks surround this altar. You feel your hands taken by a few of them, as you feel rope slip around your wrists before being tied to a point above your head. You find you can't move your hands, as you gently rock to try to get out of this situation that has quickly gone beyond your control. You realized your pussy was soaked.

“Psyche, help.” You hear her voice, but distorted like underwater. “Need to get used to… too many… need time… keeps coming.” And the voice grows dimmer and dimmer.

The men move next, rubbing along your body, their words filling your increasingly narrow world. "So young, so ripe, so innocent. A fine sacrifice. We must prepare her." And then their words go to you, "Such a naughty girl. You're feeling this aren't you. Naughty girls need to be controlled by their wise elders. You know what naughty girls call us?" Their hands seep with oil, as they paint you with it, preparing you like a virgin sacrifice to some god. You couldn’t help but moan. Your pussy juice dripped onto his hand as a sign of my arousal.

You can't help but hear the cries of the women around you, as their lewd chorus pierces through the voices of the men. "Daddy, please, I've been a good girl, stop teasing me." "Daddy, I'll give you everything, I'm yours." "Daddy, I want you inside me."

Their hands seem to redouble as you feel them rub your breasts, your thighs, and even along your slit and pulling and groping at your ass. The fog seems to drive you into higher and higher insensibility, as you can feel your body go higher and higher, your mind captive to the feelings that ravage you, the hands that seem to dance and move without physical limit.

You gasped, arching my back as you felt a thumb rub over your clit, closing your eyes before looking up into the masked figure’s face. His fingers plunged in, and your eyes rolled back as you moaned out. “Mm...” Despite your inner feelings, this felt amazing.

And then, as if dragged out of you, you hear new words form on your lips. “Oh... Daddy.” You gasped out feeling his thumb over your clit. You gasped feeling your nipples get pinched. “Oh... don’t stop... make me cum.”

The hands seem to continue their play as you beg, their words encouraging you to continue your humiliating pleas, but as you get close, they pull away. As you watched, those nearest your pussy stepped aside. And then you saw him. Stepping forward in a robe of pure unadulterated white and shining as though the sun rises from him within the fog, August Derleth steps forward.

"Ah yes, your pleas are so wonderful. Do not worry my child, for you will get your time. But I want to claim something from you, and I won't have you taking without giving." His hand moves along your thigh. He continued to belittle you as he teased my body and I couldn’t help but moan.

He probes at your pussy with his fingers, pulling it apart and measuring how wet you are with his eyes, before he moves down. You feel his finger rub along your ass,and as your ring resists he smiles. "Ah yes, I think I'll prepare you for that. That should be a suitable sacrifice."

He leans down, and you can feel his tongue touch your ass. “N...No...”. Reflexively, you shake your head, but as his tongue slowly works it's way inside of you, you can feel a new sensation. Your body shakes as his tongue dances inside of you. But even that isn't enough to push you over, as your body sings like an instrument in his hands.

He leans back and pulls something from his robe. You feel the cold tip of a plug enter your ass, as he slowly pushes it inside. He slowly works it inside, only serving to tease you over and over as you can feel your body run to the edge over and over, but never crossing the great divide. Finally, he succeeds in placing the plug fully inside of you. You groaned with the alien feeling of fullness and then he stood up.

"Now, feel my grace. Be my good girl." As he says the words good girl, the plug begins to vibrate, and you can feel your body grow hot, your body nearing an orgasm. "You won't be a bad girl will you?" With that, the plug falls silent, and despite any pride you may have, you can feel your head shake no, your eyes looking up at him, standing over you, powerful. “Yes... yes sir... I’ll be a good girl.” \

"Cum for me like a good girl." His words trigger the plug, and deep inside of you a rush of elation. As the plug vibrates, you feel it push you higher and higher, until finally you crest over the edge, your body exploding, your body gushing as your professor looks down on your naked screaming body in ecstasy, shaking as though from a divine revelation. As you throw your head back, you see him turn and walk away into the mist.

Your body crests on the wave for a while, until finally you begin to stir. Absentmindedly, you pull up only to feel the bonds that had held you pull apart. You open your eyes to see that the masked men are gone as is the fog. You still lie on an altar, but the other girls have also started to stir, most getting off of the altar and beginning to pray to it. “Thank you my lord, for giving me new experiences, for teaching me the ways of being a woman.” Their bodies each changed by the work of the holy father to which they gave thanks.

Your hand reaches back to feel the plug that fills you absentmindedly, but it seems to grow bigger as you touch it, to resist you removing it. Trapped with it, you can see a door standing separate as though it leads to nothing.

"That's the way forward. On the other side of the door should be the path to the administration building." Psyche's voice sounds in your head. "Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't be more help. The fog clouded your mind, made me useless. I'm sorry. I couldn't do anything. We fell right into his trap."

As you heard Psyche, you didn’t move for a few minutes. You wanted to feel angry at her, how she didn’t protect you like she promised she would. Still, she was the lone source of protection in this terrible world. Maybe she could help next time.

About 15 minutes later, fully rested youI stood up, your legs wobbly as you started to walk towards the empty doorway, You walked through it and left the amphitheater.