{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"5bb932cf-1107-4f9a-8924-923b34fa3320","seriesId":"af7b3583-8534-4352-92a9-952c25a160d3","seriesName":"The Halloween Spooktacular","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-10-24T16:46:52.27Z","title":"A Dream Come True","slug":"a-dream-come-true","shortId":"m9cnx7A6","authorNote":"What’s that terrible beast lurching down the path? Scrabbling at your front door? Cooking you breakfast in bed? It’s the spooooooooky! This is the second horror oriented story in my Halloween series. I actually wrote most of this one nowhere near the month of October, and figured I’d stick it in the inevitable next anthology, but it seemed like a perfect fit here. If you haven’t read my note on the other Halloween stories, mind the tags and please be aware these are all quite extreme in one way or another. Always spooky responsibly!","disclaimer":"Your phrase of the day is “Fate worse than death”. Not too many graphic details, but what’s being described is definitely gruesome. At least, it is if I’m doing my job right.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Amy experiences a harmless nightmare. She knows it can’t be real, because reality could never be this cruel. Right?","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"218088bb-b321-49e6-a66d-056acdbdf07b","title":null,"summary":"Amy wasn’t scared at first, not really.After all, this was obviously just a nightmare. The last thin","wordCount":2048,"readTime":10,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Amy wasn’t scared at first, not really.

After all, this was obviously just a nightmare. The last thing she remembered was drifting off to sleep in her own bed after a bit of pleasant late night sexting with her girlfriend. And now she was seated in a chair in an unfamiliar room, full of strange and bizarre equipment, and she couldn’t move. Even her eyelids wouldn’t close. It had to be a bad dream.

That knowledge eased most, but not all of her panic as she looked more closely at the thing in front of her. It was, sort of, a woman. Most of one, at least, resting on a white operating table. There were no arms or legs, just a female shaped torso and a misshapen head, all wrapped in shiny, form fitting black rubber. Even the thing’s face was covered, save for two small slits near the middle that could have been air holes for nostrils, except there was no bulge to indicate a nose. Really, the more she looked at it, the less it looked like anything human at all, and more like an abstract art piece meant to loosely represent the female form. And the whole bottom half of the object was softly… pulsating? There was some sort of odd rhythmic movement going on there.

Something began buzzing between her legs, and Amy would have jumped in surprise if she could. It felt… good, like one of the egg vibrators she occasionally enjoyed. She’d gone to bed horny; Trish had teased her relentlessly in their exchanges last night, but Amy had resisted the urge to cum. Their next date was tomorrow (today?), and she wanted her next release to come from her girlfriend’s touch, not her own.

Whatever the unseen thing was, it seemed very skilled at its job. It hummed gently against her clitoris, and it was in just the right place for it. She could almost forgive the rest of the nightmare if it meant more of this.

“Good morning, Amy,” said a warm male voice behind her. She tried to turn her head, but her body was still frozen in place. “I’d like you to meet your predecessor.”

She recognized the man who stepped into her view a moment later. She didn’t know his name, but he was one of her neighbors, that fat old creep who liked to ogle her every time she went out jogging. She’d last seen him, what, a week ago? He’d been staring at her breasts even more openly than usual that day, his eyes glued to the way they bounced within her sports bra, and she’d flipped him off as she jogged by. When he hadn’t reappeared the next day or the day after, she’d hoped that maybe she’d managed to shame him into decency.

Her mouth worked, trying to speak, but all that came out was a quiet moan.

“Don’t worry,” her neighbor said, and stroked her forehead. “The paralysis will wear off soon. Just relax and listen for now.”

He patted the thing - the doll? - in front of her. “This is Stacy, and she was a very good pet for the last few years. But nothing lasts forever, yes? So I carried out her retirement ceremony a few days ago. It began with removing all the bits that she no longer needs. Her arms and legs, of course, but also her breasts, her eyes, her ears, her hair, her nose, her teeth…” He chuckled. “Under that mask, she isn’t nearly the beauty she used to be. Even I found the sight of my own handiwork quite nauseating.”

This was just a nightmare, Amy reminded herself as she stared at Stacy’s flat, featureless head. Just a sick, twisted nightmare. She swore that whatever she’d eaten yesterday that had caused this, she’d never make that mistake again. Or maybe it was the sexting just before bed? She’d certainly enjoyed it at the time, but there was no way it had been worth this.

As if it was mocking her, the buzzing against her clitoris increased slightly, and Amy felt a profound urge to rock her hips against it. This wasn’t the time or the place, but… god, it felt so good. She could move a little more by now, but that didn’t help. Something was binding her ankles to the legs of the chair she was in, and her arms were similarly trapped at her sides.

The man stroked Stacy’s crotch. “I like to leave every pet with a special parting gift in here. In Stacy’s case, she has a profound distaste for insects, something I took advantage of happily and often, so it only seemed right to leave her with some. Did you know that there are species of beetles that can live up to thirty years? I don’t know if the dozens I stuffed into her cunt will make it that long, but a man can hope. At the very least, she should have years to enjoy her squirming tenants.”

Amy tensed, trying to force herself to wake up. She just had to open her eyes, and she’d be back in her bed, and this would all fade away.

“The rubber suit is nothing too remarkable,” the man was saying. “Just a catsuit several sizes too small, with its insides doused liberally with itching powder. I scraped off a fair bit of her skin getting it on, and I’m pretty sure I broke one of her ribs, but we’ll never know for certain. Setting up a self-sustaining system for her diet, now that I’m much more proud of. Her asshole is sewn around a tube that exits at her mouth, just like the catheter sewn into her urethra.” He chuckled again. “That’s largely just for flavoring, of course. The bulk of her nutrition comes from a thick gruel that gets pumped directly into her stomach.” He patted one of the doll’s large breasts, and it squished slightly at his touch. “I wonder if Stacy appreciates that her two food bags are bigger than her real tits were. Anyway, most of the ingredients are boring necessities, but it would be a shame not to mention that the list includes her excised body parts after a few runs through a meat grinder. Between the gruel and the recycling, well, I can promise it won’t be starvation that kills her.”

A soft needy moan escaped Amy’s lips, and she felt like the lowest scum on earth. But the vibrator or whatever between her legs had been growing steadily stronger this whole time, teasing, insistent. Mentally, she had no interest whatsoever in anything sexual right now, but physically, her pussy didn’t care about this disgusting nightmare in front of her eyes. It just wanted to cum, and a climax felt mere moments away.

Her neighbor grinned at her knowingly. “Feels good, doesn’t it? You look like you’re about to burst, too. Wait for it, wait for it…”

The buzzing against her clitoris abruptly stopped, replaced by a sharp shock that hurt enough to force an involuntary whimper out of her and banish all feelings of arousal. A second later, the buzzing returned, soft and gentle again. She shifted her hips, trying to get away from it now, but the sensation remained exactly the same.

“I sewed that little toy to your clitoris while you were out. It’s designed to bring you right to the edge of orgasm, and no closer. Transforms even the most modest young ladies into panting sluts. And the best part is, it’s powered by your own body heat, so the batteries never run out. See the way poor Stacy keeps trying to roll what’s left of her hips? She hasn’t cum once in the four years since I grabbed her, and she never will again, but that doesn’t stop her from trying.”

“Juhh… juhhh… a dreeehm…” Amy whispered to herself, each syllable an effort. She wanted, NEEDED to believe it, but it was harder and harder to cling to that fading hope. She never could have come up with a scenario like this on her own. Even her most twisted nightmares had never included a monster half as terrifying as this smiling old man.

She hadn’t meant for him to hear her whisper, but he’d managed it anyway. “A dream?” he mused. “Well, having you here is certainly a dream come true for me. I’d always thought it was too risky to hunt so close to home, and I was content to leave you be as a bit of eye candy. You have Stacy to thank for changing my mind. I think the poor thing either deluded herself into thinking I would let her go after I had you, or just thought I would keep you both and she’d have someone to share the burden. She would go on and on about how much fun I could have with you, and how satisfying it would be to try owning a lesbian pet for once. Ah, you should have see the look on her face when she realized she’d been begging for her own damnation.”

He patted Stacy’s stomach fondly. “In a few days, I’ll bury her under the foundation with all the others, run a breathing tube up. And that’s where she’ll remain for, well, forever. My sweet pet still has decades of life to look forward to. Decades of being blind and deaf and buried alive, trapped in a claustrophobic suit that only lets in a trickle of air and makes every square inch of her body itch, with a cunt full of beetles, a mouth full of her own piss and shit, and a clitoris constantly being teased and denied. I don’t know what hell looks like, but I like to think I’ve come up with a fair approximation.”

“Whuh… why…?” Amy couldn’t begin to imagine an answer to that question. There was nothing in the world that could justify such disgusting cruelty. That was her last, faintest hope that this was all just a nightmare: no one could do something so monstrous for no gain. They just couldn’t. And so this couldn’t be real and this wasn’t actually happening and she was going to wake up, please please PLEASE let her wake up.

The toy buzzed, and her own hips unconsciously rocked in time with it.

Her neighbor - her captor - beamed at her. “Isn’t it obvious? Because you’re looking at your future, Amy! One day it will be someone new waking up where you are now to see what your retirement looks like. Just like Stacy saw what I did to Carol, and Carol saw Kendra, and so on.”

To her horror, he stripped off his pants to reveal a bulging erection. “But it’s up to you when that future arrives. I’ll get tired of you someday, but whether that’s next week or ten years from now is entirely up to you, and how much of a hardworking and eager slut you are. And I’m not getting any younger, so it’s even possible you’ll outlive me. Of course, I said the same thing to Stacy and you can see how that went for her, so…” He shrugged. “But enough talk about the past and future. Let’s take our time and enjoy the present. How should we celebrate this wonderful dream we’ve found ourselves in?”

He stepped over her, straddling her as she sat in the chair, his dick bobbing right in front of her face. It was large and unwashed, with a stench that made her gag.

Amy looked past him, at what was left of Stacy. Part of her was still screaming at herself to wake up, and always would be, but the rest of her was thinking about how absolutely, utterly miserable that poor girl had to be right now. Then she looked up at the man who’d gleefully inflicted that fate on her, and who was going to do the same to Amy one day.

She began to gently and lovingly lick that man’s cock.

“There’s a good girl,” he said warmly, and patted her head like a dog while she worked to make him cum for the first of what she could only pray would be many, many times over many, many years. The chair rattled slightly as she was shocked again, the second denial of an orgasm that would never, ever arrive. “Here’s to a long and happy relationship, pet.”

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