The Girl in My Dream (VIII) (Rape and Abuse Adult Fiction)

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【sixteen】

An Shaoting sat in front of the computer in his residence in a daze, recalling all the memories in his mind while typing Chinese words randomly on the keyboard. The more anxious he was to type, the more typos he made, which made him extremely annoyed.

He had to quickly record the memories that were still stored in his mind - he was afraid that he would soon forget them - or perhaps worse: he would suddenly wake up from his current state - he no longer knew whether he was still dreaming or awake.

Everything seemed like a dream - a bloody and horrifying, yet beautiful and moving dream; a brutal and cruel, yet incredibly beautiful dream.

He couldn't even remember the ending of the dream - he was in a completely hazy state of half asleep and half awake, and he could not remember how he left his dream slave's room and how he returned to his own residence.

The numb feeling no longer allows him to feel pain. It is just like a dream. In the dream, he can feel all kinds of feelings: panic, fear, joy, desire, disappointment, tension, excitement, love, anxiety, sorrow, excitement, pleasure, etc., but he just cannot feel the real pain of the body - not even if he is stabbed in the heart with a knife, shot through the chest with a bullet, or pushed off a tall building and falls to the ground, or his skin is burned by a hot iron.

A sudden knock on the door woke him up.

He sat in front of the computer in a daze, squeezing his thighs hard with his hands a few times. Some faint pain reached his already numb brain, making him unable to figure out whether he was awake or dreaming.

There was another knock on the door.

He jumped up reflexively and rushed to open the door.

A postman was standing at the door, looking at An Shaoting in confusion. He was disheveled, had red and swollen eyes, and was wearing a bathrobe.

"Uh... sir, is your name An Shaoting?" "Ah... yes... yes. It should be. It's... the real An Shaoting." "You... what do you mean by should? Do you have any ID? Here is a letter from you. I have to see your ID before I can give it to you." "Ah... yes... wait a minute."

An Shaoting was very unhappy to be disturbed by such a person - he also needed to record his almost forgotten dream as soon as possible.

He quickly searched the pockets of each of his clothes and finally found his wallet on the table. He quickly handed it to the postman, and looked at the man with a guilty conscience as he repeatedly checked his documents - he was worried that the man would say that he was not the real An Shaoting.

The postman checked his ID and said to him:

"Oh, that's right. It's really Mr. An. Did you move away more than a month ago and suddenly move back? We are so confused as to deliver the mail. We can't figure out which is the new address and which is the old address, so we have to come to your house to bother you." "Ah... I'm sorry to bother you. Thank you so much, thank you so much."

This thick letter only said that it was addressed to An Shaoting personally, but there was no sender's address, so An Shaoting couldn't figure out where it came from. But he didn't care about these trivial matters. He was eager to record his "dream".

He threw the letter on the bed and sat down in front of the computer again, but because he was interrupted by the postman just now, he couldn't find the starting point. He cursed a few times in annoyance, took a sip of strong coffee, and slowly began to recall that he had also drunk a cup of such coffee the last time he went to Meng Nu's place, and gradually recalled more details of that day.

He remembered the note he received that day, which addressed him as "Master", which immediately woke him up from the confusion he had been in for several days. He stood up and began to look for the extremely meaningful note, and finally found it on the bed, pressed by the envelope he had just received.

He pulled out the note, and the friendly handwriting immediately jumped into his eyes:

"Master, please punish me again tonight. Yours, my slave."

The handwriting on it was written neatly with a blue ballpoint pen, and it was very similar to the handwriting on today's envelope - ah?

An Shaoting suddenly noticed the handwriting on the envelope, and was shocked by a strong feeling.

He picked up the letter with trembling hands and read it carefully twice. He didn't dare to tear it open as rashly as he usually did with letters. Instead, he found a small knife and carefully cut it open from one side.

Several thick sheets of letter paper folded together. He unfolded it slowly, his heart pounding so fast that he could barely hold the letter in his hands.

A familiar word fell into his eyes: "Master".

"Master, please allow me to call you that one more time. I know that you who are reading this letter are not my real master. My true master only appears in my dreams. In your dreams. But please let me call you "Master" again! You look so alike that I couldn't tell you apart.

oh! My lower body is already wet just thinking about my master's ruthless, cruel and moody appearance. I am such a slutty slave.

Let me start from the beginning!

It was one night more than three or four months ago. My master suddenly kicked open my window and broke into my room with a whip in his hand. At that horrible moment, my heart was beating wildly. The fear of being raped and ravaged made my whole body tremble. oh! How lewd I am! At that moment, my lower body was stimulated by fear, and my sexual desire was aroused and I couldn't control my sexual desire. A large amount of vaginal fluid oozed out of my vagina. The intense sexual stimulation that the extremely terrible fear brought me was even more intense than the feeling I got from masturbating alone.

oh! My master! His cold and ruthless eyes were like two powerful magnetic fields, fixing me where I was and making me unable to move. With unimaginable cruelty, he grabbed my hair, threw me onto the bed, and violently pulled off my pajamas. oh! I was immediately aroused by the great fear. That incredible sexual climax.

My Master removed my panties and pushed me down on the bed and began to give me a severe caning punishment. The piercing pain stimulated my nerves over and over again, and also stimulated my already high sexual desire. That unforgettable pleasure made me understand for the first time in my life what sexual climax is.

The first time his huge male organ appeared in front of my eyes, I was so scared that I almost fainted. It’s so horrible! He actually forced his thing into my mouth. oh! What a thrilling feeling! At that terrible moment, I became aroused and wet again.

He roughly thrust his huge cock in my mouth and pulled at my hair. My nerves were so numbed by his brutality that I could no longer differentiate between the painful stimulation and the joy of sexual climax. The moment he shot countless sperms into my throat, I also reached the crazy climax with him!

From then on, I became completely a slave to my master. He whipped me, tortured me, and raped me. Every time he suddenly jumped into my window, my sexual desire would rise, and I would look forward to him taking out some particularly cruel sex tool to use on me. Every time he appeared at my window, he brought a sex toy with him. oh! The mere thought of that unforeseen horror fills me with excitement beyond words.

However, my master does not come to see me often. He would often disappear for days at a time, or come to rape and abuse me for several nights in a row.

Until one day, I saw you in that supermarket. oh! The involuntary fear I felt at that moment immediately made my lower body wet. The contradictory feeling of being afraid of seeing you and wanting to be suddenly caught by you made me extremely excited. I later learned that you were not my real master. But how could I then distinguish you from my master?

I hid in fear. I couldn't imagine how my master would punish me if he suddenly found out. Maybe he would pull my hair right there and then? Or will you strip me off on the spot? Every time my master comes, he warns me that I must take off my clothes as soon as I see him. But I don't know how he would treat me in that mall. I couldn't imagine how humiliated I would be if I was forced to take off my clothes. That's horrible. The horror immediately caused the vaginal fluid to seep into my underwear, wetting a large area of ​​it.

Later, I would become sexually aroused whenever I thought about the fear of being forced to be exposed. I went to that supermarket several times for some unknown reason, not to buy anything, but just to get the thrill of fear. oh! You wouldn't believe how wet I get just walking around that store.

Finally one day you showed up. When you saw me, I was frightened and instinctively ran to the side, which aroused your suspicion. How would I know that you are not my master? If I hadn't avoided you, you probably wouldn't have known me, and there might not have been many stories between us later.

You did not force me to expose myself or punish me harshly as I had imagined. You actually agreed to let me give you a blowjob in the elevator. This actually made me feel a little disappointed. But I still don't know that you are not my real master.

When the elevator was suddenly opened at the end of the day, we were seen in such an embarrassing state by others. The feeling of shame and exposure actually excited me. I am such a slutty person. I went to that store several times afterwards, hoping to be caught again by you, whom I thought was my owner. I saw you twice, but the fear made me not have the courage to stand out. I just followed you quietly and didn't dare to get close.

Later, when I found out that you often went to the "Yuan Yuan" Yuanxiao shop, I walked around there several times, expecting something unusual and scary to happen. I met you again. And it happened head-on, leaving me no way of escaping. oh! At that moment of extreme fear, my lower body suddenly became wet.

I am forced to call you "Master". After that elevator encounter my Master told me that I must call him Master every time I see him. But maybe you couldn't hear clearly or didn't dare to believe it that day, you actually asked me to call you master loudly and repeatedly over and over again, which made me terrified and extremely excited! At that time, I really couldn't imagine what would happen if someone heard it. It's so terrible! It was so scary that it made me feel aroused and lustful.

But you let me down. Of course this is not your fault, it’s just that I recognized the wrong person. Instead of forcing me to do anything horrible again in that busy street, you agreed to go back to my room with me.

From that time on I began to doubt whether you only came to see my master at night. But, oh! You look exactly like my master, how can I tell you apart? But, after all, you are so different from my master. I still feel great excitement when you whip me, but it is far less terrifying than when my real master whips me. Except for one time, you pointed a knife at me. oh! I immediately reached a climax of fear. It's so horrible!

But you didn't really mean to punish me with that knife. oh! At that time, I really didn't understand why my master told me that he would not punish me as long as I was obedient. My master would never say such a thing to me!

I finally began to seriously suspect you were my master when you suddenly showed up in my room after my master hadn't shown up for two weeks. oh! You may not know how deeply you have hurt my heart! During those days, I wandered around the streets every day, in the supermarket, in the "Yuanyuan" Yuanxiao shop, and in every place where I might see you. How I look forward to seeing my master again! How I wish my master would punish me in the most brutal way!

However, after disappearing for such a long time, you were completely changed when we met. You spoke to me in such a gentle tone, told me to call me Meng Nu from now on, and repeatedly said that you would never torture or punish me cruelly again. oh! I couldn't believe my ears. I can't believe how I can survive if my master really abandons me. My master hasn't come to see me for only two weeks, but I'm already feeling irritated and have lost my appetite. I feel like I've lost my soul.

But I never expected that after finally seeing my master again, he seemed like a different person, without even a trace of his violent temper.

It suddenly occurred to me that you might not be the same person as my original owner. This gave me some hope. My true master will come to me. But I still don't dare to ask you rashly. It is hard for you to imagine the position my master holds in my heart. How dare I question him to his face?

You let me kiss you and make love to me gently. Maybe in the past I would have been aroused and sexually aroused. But at that time I didn't feel anything at all, I was like a wooden man, letting you control me. I don't blame you. But I am really very sad. You are so good to me, but I really can't enjoy it. My whole being and soul belongs to my Master, my true Master.

You may still remember that after you raped me that day, you actually didn't rape me. Instead, you made love to me very gently and then offered to take me out for dinner. oh! At that moment, I actually thought that you had come up with a vicious way to humiliate me, first pretending to love me and be my lover, and then bringing me out in public and exposing me or making me do something even more humiliating and embarrassing.

I was immediately so frightened that my whole body became hot and my lower body became wet. What an exciting adventure that would be! I put on the clothes you specified and dressed up as a lady, just to be exposed outside in a more humiliating way or be forced to do extremely shameful things. At that time, I was feeling both fear and anticipation, and my sexual desire was so high that my whole body was hot and uncomfortable.

oh! But you completely disappointed me!

You just brought me outside as if I were a lover, without doing anything indecent. Your polite behavior makes me realize that you can't be my master. How could my master, who was so cold, ruthless and cruel, turn into such tenderness? So when you came to me again the next day, I immediately and bravely pointed out that you were a fake owner. oh! You are not angry! You are still so affectionate to me. My last bit of hope of being brutally beaten up by you was completely dashed.

Since you are not my master, I began to suspect that you might be my master's twin brother. After all, you two look so alike that you can't tell them apart. I began to think that you must have locked up that brother of yours, for my master complained to me last time about who had chained him up. I even fear that you may have murdered him. But I never imagined that you had the same scar as my master!

At that moment, I almost collapsed. But you gave me a little hope, a false hope. You told me that you could still abuse and punish me in the most brutal way as you did before. When I was skeptical, you suddenly became fierce, and the expression on your face was exactly the same as my master's, making me think I could go back to the past, oh! That ridiculous but incredibly beautiful moment of happiness. I thought I would get to experience that utterly terrifying punishment from my Master once again.

I was actually hallucinating when you whipped me. I thought I was really being cruelly punished by my master again. I was so excited that my whole body immediately became hot and itchy. I reached orgasm with your first whip, and a lot of vaginal fluid flowed out of my lower body.

But, but you, my hope was cruelly punctured by you like a soap bubble. After whipping me, you actually took me to the bed, kissed me passionately and made love to me, and said sorry to me. oh! How stupid you are! Is there any master in this world who would say sorry to his slave?

You don't know how cruelly you have destroyed all my hopes. But it was that night that you really made me completely despair. oh! I never dreamed that my master was just you who was sleepwalking! And you asked a doctor to cure your sleepwalking, doesn't that mean I have lost you forever? oh! Do you know how cruel this is to me? My world completely collapsed that night!

Do you know how I knew your horrible sleepwalking secret? You may have cured your sleepwalking, but you may not have known that you still do a lot of sleep talking in your dreams. You told me all your secrets over and over again, right in my ear. oh! I was in so much pain at that time.

If you have only changed your personality, I can still imagine that you can change back. But, if the world I depend on for survival is just your dream, and my master is just you in the dream, and you have completely cured your sleepwalking, wouldn’t you have completely destroyed my entire world? oh! How miserable I am!

I know I can't blame you. You are a good person. But how could you be so stupid as to think that a master-slave relationship can be maintained by love rather than by tyranny? In my dream, you told me over and over again that you would love me and never abuse me again. But, is there any way in this world to use love to maintain a master-slave relationship?

You may understand this later, but it will be too late. You made a last-ditch effort. That night last week, you put on my master's nightgown and kicked open my window in the middle of the night with a terrible sex toy. oh! At that moment I really thought my real master had come back. You did such a great and realistic job. That night you tortured me many times, making me tremble in sexual climax and secrete a lot of happy sexual fluids in the intense stimulation. oh! You are almost there. I actually had hallucinations, thinking that my real master had really come back. Just like my master tortured me before, you tortured me to the peak of my sexual desire and suffocated me with your huge male penis until I fainted.

It's like a dream. But when I woke up... oh!

However, you ruined everything you carefully planned at the last minute. You actually would...Oh! You don’t know how sad I am! You actually gave me artificial respiration and sucked out the dirt in my throat mouth to mouth. Have you forgotten that you should behave like my master? Do you know what my master will do to me? Every time I passed out from his torture, he would either drag me to the toilet and pour urine or cold water on me to wake me up, or he would scold me even more fiercely for pretending to be dead and beat me to wake me up from my coma. Why would he condescend to save me, give me artificial respiration, and... even shed tears for me! oh! Is there any master in this world who would shed tears for his slave?

I am so stupid. How can I expect your performance to become real? No matter how cruel or ruthless you learn to be, it is all fake. It's all just fake. Everything can only be false. How can a dream come true?

When you are dreaming, you must think that your dream is the real world, and I am just your slave in that real world. So that's what you meant when you called me Meng Nu, right?

But where is my real world? I had no dreams. I had a vague feeling that every night when my master jumped into my room was a dream. But that was not my dream. The scars on my body in the morning told me that it was not a dream. That's the real world I live in.

I've been living in your dream world since you first jumped into my room. Your dream world becomes my real world, the world on which my entire life depends.

When you met me in another world later, I still thought I was still living in that real world. But you have two worlds, and I have to jump back and forth between your two worlds.

How wonderful it would be if you could keep your dream world forever! Then, at least half of my world is still real, and I may still be able to survive. That kind of hope that I can rely on can still support me.

But you decided to end your dream world: the most real world for me. What a cruel decision!

Your dream is over, and my life will end too!

I stubbornly believed that my real world still existed. But now I finally realize that I was completely wrong. Once your real world is destroyed, it can never be rebuilt, no matter how hard you try.

It's time for everything to end! I don't regret the end of my life. I don't regret it at all. I was so happy every night with my master.

The slave's master is gone, and the slave must go with him.

I decided to end my world tonight. I gave you another note asking you to come and see me off. Of course, he came to see me off in the form of my master. I know this is all fake, but this is all I got and I hope you won't let me down tonight.

When you pop into my room, I take a lot of sleeping pills. I estimate I can give you more than an hour. I hope I can satisfy you too. I will treat you as my real master and allow you to get your greatest satisfaction from your dream slave.

I also wrote another simple suicide note for my departure, and I don't think you will get into trouble with the police for my death. If you really can't explain it to the police, just hand this letter to them. You are not responsible for anything you do during sleepwalking.

I know you are a very kind person, and I have never blamed you for making that cruel decision. If it were me, I would make the same decision. This is a very good decision from any perspective. Please don't be sad about my leaving. How could a master be sad over the death of a slave, don't you think?

It's all my fault!

Because I am a lustful slave! A hopeless slave!

Take care, master!

Slave

XX year XX month XX day"

【Seventeen】

An Shaoting stood at the street corner with a cigarette between his fingers, dazed, not knowing where to go or what to do.

He suddenly began to wonder if he was in a dream. He stretched out his hand and scooped up the air, but his hand was empty, nothing.

Isn’t this a dream? But why did he feel a slight pain in his heart?

Night was falling, and the lights of the Yuan Yuan Yuan Xiao shop opposite were lit up.

He thought of Meng Nu - it was at the door of this Yuanxiao shop that he first heard her call him "Master".

The pain in his heart gradually became stronger, as if the effects of the anesthetic in his body had begun to slowly weaken and disappear, and the pain that had once been anesthetized became stronger and stronger.

Mengnu shouldn't have left.

He thought this over and over again. He felt that he had found his original self - the An Shaoting with a tyrannical nature - the An Shaoting who would only show himself in dreams when driven by his subconscious mind.

Isn't this the real master that Mengnu has always been looking for?

She did acknowledge before she left: he was her true master, her eternal master.

But why does my heart hurt more and more? If I have already found my cruel, violent and ruthless self, why would I still feel heartbroken over Meng Nu's departure? He should not feel pain—he should be heartless and merciless.

Maybe he still hasn't caught up with himself? The real An Shaoting?

Who is the real An Shaoting?

He suddenly became confused.

If the one who was sleepwalking was the real An Shaoting, then who is he now?

Perhaps, as Mengnu said, his sleepwalking world is the real world.

Perhaps, he is just having a dream in that real world now - a very long dream.

right! He was in this dream now—only in this dream he could feel pain. He was now walking down the street, sleepwalking in his real world.

How terrible sleepwalking is!

He suddenly became afraid - was he going to live in this terrible and painful dream forever and never wake up again?

He threw the cigarette butt that almost burned his fingers to the ground and stomped on it hard. It seemed as if it wanted to wake me up from my dream.

But he suddenly realized that sleepwalkers should not be awakened in their dreams. A chill ran up his spine, making his body shiver.

He took out a cigarette box from his arms, took out the last cigarette from it, lit it, then threw the box on the ground, stepped on it and slowly crushed it.

He hoped to wake up from sleepwalking as soon as possible, but he was also afraid of the adverse consequences that might occur if he suddenly woke up from sleepwalking. Now he can only follow his dream.

He took a few puffs of his cigarette and heard a familiar music floating in the distance:

"Girl across the street, look here, look here, look here, the performance here is wonderful, please don't pretend to ignore it...

I looked left and right, up and down, and it turns out that every girl is not simple. I thought and guessed again and again, girls' minds are really strange...』

An Shaoting listened to the song in a trance, but was unable to connect it with himself.

Why does it look so familiar?

He shook his head in pain and puffed hard on the cigarette between his fingers. The strong smoke choked him and made him cough violently.

He still hadn't gotten used to the bitter taste of cigarettes - but he kept smoking one after another. Maybe, just as the doctor said, he subconsciously liked to try this bitter taste that he had never tasted before?

No one can know what their subconscious mind really is.

But he knows.

He walked to a lighted street shop, pointed at the cigarettes on the counter and said:

"Please get me a pack of Marlboros."

A lady walked to the other side of the glass counter but did not open it to get a cigarette.

He looked up blankly, and saw a pure girl with long hair, her head slightly lowered, her eyes filled with tears, her pretty lips trembling in fear, and she squeezed out a voice with difficulty from between her white teeth:

"Owner……"