DREAMS

Susie opened the door, and balked. There was nothing but cool, misty blackness beyond. "Are you sure about this?" she said.

"No," said Bonnie, "but we have to go somewhere." And, glancing back nervously over her shoulder to make sure nobody was following her, she stepped into the blackness, dragging Susie behind her.

"The thing is," the house explained, as they hung in the infinite dark, "nightmares are dreams, and behind that door was one of my magic mirrors. So now you're trapped forever in an eternal sexy nightmare! Hope you enjoy!"

Bonnie looked down at herself and whimpered. It was exactly like that dream, the one where you accidentally came to school in your underwear. But now it was happening in real life! At least, it felt indistinguishable from real life. And Susie, sitting beside her, was in exactly the same predicament.

Still, maybe if they didn't make any noise, nobody would notice. She was just thinking that when dozens of ghostly hands, slimy all over with ectoplasm, began to fondle her. They stroked her hair, caressed her back, tweaked her nipples, tickled her feet, pinched her bottom and even teased her pussy through her instantly soaked panties. Worse, one of them actually stuck a cold slimy finger up her bottom and wiggled it around! But if she made even a single noise, the whole class would turn around and she'd be humiliated. There was nothing she could do but sit there and take it, forever.