Trisha's Nightmare
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Trisha got out of bed and took off her flannel pajamas like it was any normal day. Her plain white cotton panties and thick, fuzzy socks quickly followed, leaving the thin-framed eleven year old shivering in the cool air of her room.
She shuffled to the bathroom and she was sure the cold was going to make her dribble before she got there, wondering why she did this to herself every morning. She yelped and hissed when she quickly sat on the cold seat to relieve herself, and the shock made her realize that she never did this to herself.
She was never naked outside of her room, which was now clear at the other side of the modest house her family lived in, through the dining room, through the living room, and down a short hallway that was now a mile long in her head.
She cleaned herself quickly and grabbed a towel as she jumped off the toilet, but she hesitated to wrap herself in it. Confused, she looked at herself in the mirror, her red hair and green eyes standing out in contrast to her pale skin, now covered completely in goose bumps from the chill of the room. She looked at that skin all the way down long, lanky legs to her too large feet. Still no breasts, still no hips, still nothing to show she was any older than she was three years ago, except maybe another half foot of height if she was lucky. “What do you have to hide, exactly? Just get yourself back to your room, little girl!”
Tears began to flow as she dropped the towel and opened the door, the colder draft from the – completely unheated at night – main house threatening to turn them into icicles on her face. Covering herself with her hands to try to protect a little of her modesty, she steeled herself for the sprint, then stood squarely in place.
She willed her feet to move but they simply wouldn’t, and something in her mind told her they weren’t allowed to until she cooperated. “Cooperated with what?” she mentally screamed back at it, but there wasn’t a reply, just an overall feeling that she was doing things completely wrong.
She cried harder as embarrassment and fear built inside her, the tears far too cold on her cheeks, so she reached up the hand that covered her cold, hardened nipples to wipe away them away. When she did, she felt something like whatever had her frozen told her she’d done something right, that feeling fading quickly when she covered herself back up. With a realization that felt colder than the air brushing past her, she screamed inside her head that she wouldn’t do it, but that invisible entity wouldn’t be swayed.
At least the heat of her humiliation seemed to relieve some of the chill as she forced herself to move her arms out from in front of her and to her sides. As her mind didn’t seem happy with that, she continued to move them behind her, and she sensed she could now move her feet. Fear and humiliation flared again, however, when she learned that she not only couldn’t run the way she wanted to, but had to pick each foot up to its opposing knee, swing it forward, then place it toe first on the floor directly in front of her, gently placing the heel a single inch in front of the toes of her other foot.
As much as she complained about the tiny dining room before, as many times she wished in the past that the living room was at least as big as some of her friend’s bedrooms, she cursed their size now. It was going to take all morning to get back to her room, and her three brothers and her sister were going to see her like this, and she didn’t want to know what kind of spanking she was going to get when her parents found her goose stepping around the house in the buff!
“At least a spanking would make one part of me warm.”
She had no idea where the thought had come from. She hated even the simple slap on the bum she would occasionally earn when she wasn’t paying attention to her parents, the idea of actually being turned over a knee and beaten like she’d seen them do to her youngest brother when he ruined the toaster with pre-buttered bread…
The shock of hearing that thought in her own head once again woke up her conscious mind, and she saw her parents sitting in the living room with the parents of two of her oldest brother’s friends. She once again covered herself with her hands, burning with embarrassment, and began to cry as she tried and once again failed to run for her room.
“Trisha, move your hands, and stop crying, you little showoff.”
She wondered how exactly she ended up with her hands behind her back again, and even though she should have been screaming in humiliation and fear, she could feel herself smiling shyly as her feet spread apart.
“Much better! Now come here, and beg for what you want, naughty girl.”
She tried to divert her tiny body and run for her room, but she found herself quickly closing the distance to the well dressed man and just as well dressed, and oddly benevolent, woman.
All she wanted to do was run away and hide, but instead her body squatted in front of them in a begging dog position. “Sir, could you spank my naughty naked little bottom, please?”
Her mind recoiled at the words but as much as she tried to stop it, her mouth kept talking. “Please, oh please? I’ve tried so hard to earn a good spanking, and Mommy and Daddy never give it to me! Please, Sir? Could you just give me a good spanking?”
The man smiled at her in a way that made her wish she could run even more. “Alright, but you have to promise to be quiet so you won’t wake your siblings!”
She felt herself jumping up and down, clapping like she’d just been given a pony. “Thank you, Sir! Thank you so much!”
She tried to not let him pull her across his lap but ended up helping him instead. She wanted to reach back and cover her naked, vulnerable bum but found herself hugging his leg instead. She wanted to scream and pull herself away as the first slap fell with a sting as awful as she imagined it, but ended up thanking him and wiggling her bottom enticingly.
Another slap fell and she once again begged him for more instead of doing what her mind wanted to do. Three, four, five more and all she wanted to do was die, but her body betrayed her, actually complaining when he rolled her over, until his fingers found her tingling peepee. She had no idea why the sensation was so electric, or what it even meant, she just knew she liked it. At least for the few seconds before sanity kicked back in and she snapped her legs shut, once again crying in humiliation.
“So far, so good, as the saying goes! We’ll take her, just make sure to continue her ‘education.’ We’ll stop by a few more times to make sure it’s continuing to take.
“For now, get yourself dressed and back into bed, young lady!”
Trisha woke up and tried to get excited for the day, but she’d been having strange dreams the last few months, and she had the odd feeling she was in the middle of another one. She tentatively stripped out of her bedclothes, noting that it was still dark outside, just as it should be, so she headed for the bathroom. The cold shock of sitting on the toilet brought the dreams of the last few months pouring back at her, parading around naked, showing off for the neighbors (well, sorta neighbors), even licking and sucking the older woman and man’s peepees until they squirted and oozed something into her mouth.
She was crying when she stood back up and reached under the sink to retrieve the long necked bottle that she had no idea how she knew was there. Her body moved despite her wishes, kneeling on the floor and pushing the nozzle into her poop hole, squeezing the icy liquid inside of it into her.
She wanted to scream as her insides froze and her belly cramped, but all she could do was kneel there and endure the pain and the overwhelming feeling she needed to poop. After several minutes, she was finally allowed to jump back on the toilet and evacuate, but the relief was spoiled by the knowledge that she’d have to do it again.
She finally exited the bathroom, walking quickly to the front door to put on her snow suit and boots. They were her Christmas Eve “family” gift, and probably the most expensive thing she had yet received in her eleven and a half years of living, and they felt so good on her no-longer-naked skin. She marveled at how warm they were as she stepped out in the cold predawn air and walked purposely up the road toward the more affluent houses. She looked over her shoulder to see her own house receding and decided she could no longer do what she was doing, whatever that was. Unfortunately, her body wouldn’t listen, it simply walked on toward a fate that the tiny girl knew she wanted nothing of.
Tiny is what she felt like, powerless to even control her own body, and she felt she was shrinking with every step toward the large houses and big yards of the development barely a mile from her village of hovels. She knew where she was going even before her booted feet turned her down a sidewalk to a door that was probably worth more than her whole house, which opened to reveal the couple which had haunted her dreams. She once again tried to run, and almost succeeded, until the man spoke up.
“Trisha, come in here and get those clothes off, you little showoff!”
She once again found herself grinning and posing as she slid the zipper down the front of the one-piece down-filled garment, pulling it off her shoulders and taking the time to shake her nonexistent chest at him, even tweaking her nipples, before pulling her arms out and pushing the thick garment down to fall off her narrow hips.
It was awkward to stoop to open the boots now, so with a grin that made the sane part of her cringe, she turned and bent over, giving the couple a perfect view of her behind and her supposed-to-be-most-secret place. That didn’t work either, so she laid down and lifted her feet in the air, spreading her knees as wide as possible as she reached for the zippers on the warm footwear.
She became just a little more naked one foot at a time, her normal self disgusted as her “pontoons” were held high in the air and the toes wiggled at the grinning adults. It was so much of a relief when her body finally dropped them to the floor that she didn’t immediately notice she was no longer wearing her snowsuit at all, and the fingers of one hand were idly playing with the flaps of her peepee.
“Trisha, come here, shy girl!”
She began crying as she stood and walked up to him, her arms covering her narrow body. His hands felt like they penetrated to her core when they grabbed her and guided her to a box.
“Get in!”
She felt like she could probably run away, but she knew how these dreams went, so she simply obeyed his commands as he laid her on her back and folded her long legs, and actually pulled her arms down to cover her intimate places.
“Trisha, stay like that, and don’t make a sound!”
She was able to relax mentally as the lid sealed her in, giving her compromised modesty a refuge. Now all she had to do was fall asleep and wake up to the real Christmas morning and the rest of her gifts. Unfortunately for her, sleep never came, and things were beginning to feel horribly normal. She tried to move her arms and legs, and found she still wouldn’t have been able to, even if there was actually room. She tried to scream, but her mouth wouldn’t even open. “Okay then, still in the dream, but why is it lasting so long?”
She didn’t know how long she was there but it felt like days before she finally heard voices. The two adults that had put her in the box, and their two sons, all sounding happy and excited as the sound of ripped paper and reactions to gifts both expected and not reached her ears.
“And now, the main gift! This is for both of you, so each of you on either side and lift the lid!”
Light dazzled Trisha’s eyes as the lid lifted free and an eerie silence met her ears. When she was able to see, she was treated to the sight of amazed twin sixteen year old boys staring back at her.
“Yes! Santa brought us our own sex doll!”
As they celebrated their good fortune and discussed with each other what they could do with her, and which friends should be the first to share her, Trisha’s heart sank further and further. She was sure by this point that she wasn’t going to be waking from a dream: this was reality!
“Don’t you think you should let her out of the box now?”
The words should have been a relief to her cramping body, but they struck fear into her heart instead. At least the way she was now, she was somewhat protected, but as soon as she was told to move her hands, the boys would be seeing everything they were never supposed to.
“Trisha, slowly get out of the box, shy girl!”
She tried to resist the command, but her body once again moved against her will. It hurt to move, but it didn’t matter to whatever part of her young brain was in control. At least she was able to keep her arms in front of her and her shaky legs closed.
“She looks scared!”
“She should be!”
“She’s so tiny!”
“Trisha, turn around!”
She did as she was told, her hands swinging behind her.
“Look at that butt!”
“It looks so soft!”
“Why don’t you find out?”
“Trisha, come over here!”
She willed herself to disobey but she couldn’t stop herself from turning once again and approaching the two boys. Her arms stayed in front of her and she whimpered as the nearly fully grown boys stretched out their hands to feel her body. She cringed from their touch and began to cry as they fondled her bottom.
“Trisha, you need to relax!”
Suddenly, her mind was clear and she felt she had full control of her body. She decided to test her autonomy by bolting for the door!
“Trisha, stop!”
Her thoughts once again became fuzzy and she found herself wishing for the first time that her long hands and fingers were just a little longer, as they were nearly around the knob. She stood perfectly still, not able to move a single muscle, except to breathe.
“Trisha, turn around.”
As she did, her arms came back in front of her and she began crying hard.
“Trisha, obey every command.”
“As if I have a choice.”
“Put your hands behind your head and get your naked little butt over here!”
She cried and walked over to the group, trying and trying to find that part of her mind that would allow her to drop her arms and run again.
“Quit your crying!”
She didn’t know how, but her tears and blubbering stopped as if a switch had been thrown.
“Your name is now ‘Doll.’”
“Boys? Why don’t you have a seat. Doll, sit between them and give each an ankle.”
Her long legs were pulled up and out by the boys, completely exposing not only her crotch, but making her butt cheeks and little slit spread, exposing her most sensitive and most secret parts to all. She tried to move her hands to protect herself but she still felt like a spectator in her own body as it moved at the whim of everyone but her. Hands slid up and down her thighs and rubbed her peepee and bottom.
“Enjoy it, slut!”
“Oh Denny, oh Thomas! That’s nice! Mmm, touch me there again, please! Rub my holes with your fingers, yes! Yes! Just like that! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
“Stop, oh please stop!” she thought as the feelings penetrated her sane mind, but her body kept pressing into their attentions and her mouth kept begging for more.
“Are you ready to lose your virginity, Doll?”
“What? NO! What’s wrong with you, I’m only eleven!” she desperately thought.
“Oh, yes! Fuck me, please! Fuck me every way possible,” her body cried out.
“Dance for us, then! Dance to earn our dicks!”
All she wanted to do was close her legs and run for the door when they let her up, but instead her body began to gyrate and sway, her arms raising high above her head, just like she’d remembered being taught to do in one of her dreams. Her crotch buzzed with strange sensation as she made the moves and struck the poses that some unknown creature inside of her compelled her to do.
At one point, she found herself on her wide spread knees, chest to the floor and her bottom pointed at the boys whom she was wanting to mount her more and more, and having to resist the temptation to put her fingers into the hole that oozed so much wetness. She was loving the sensation now, and nearly had an orgasm when she felt hands on her hips and something besides her fingers at her drooling slit.
“Relax and enjoy it, slut!”
She moaned when it began pushing inside, then screamed in pain when it kept pushing, tearing her open for the first time. She continued screaming as the boy pulled out and pushed it in harder, then did it again, and again. It felt to her that her slender hips had to have been pushed out as far as the other girls in her class, and the intruder was filling her flat belly to its limits, but the pain satisfied a hungry beast she never knew existed inside her and she screamed out for more even as she cried at the pain.
All too soon, the ramming stopped while buried deep inside her and she felt a wet sensation as the boy squeezed her hips tight and slammed her with shallow thrusts. A part of her was still screaming that she needed to be horrified by what had just happened but the rest couldn’t be convinced to care, even as the first set of hands disappeared and another took their place.
“You’ll hate this, slut, but let it happen anyway!”
All the horrible she knew she should have felt before came flooding in as she felt her poop hole relax at the touch of what she knew was the other boy’s peepee.
“Get it out, get it ah-ow-t!”
The pain was even worse than her first vaginal experience and all she wanted to do get away from it, but her body was still locked in place.
“Oh yeah, cry for me, Doll! Let me hear you scream!”
Once again, she lost the line between her sane mind and the part that she had no control over, and they screamed and cried in unison, both as an uncontrollable response to his commands and an uncontrollable response to the unstoppable pain she was in.
He slapped her hard on the rump. “Pinch down! Oh yeah, that’s it!”
Pain flared even worse but she couldn’t stop her poop hole from pinching down any more than she was able to crawl away from his thrusts.
Trisha woke up feeling strange but didn’t know why. She straightened her legs and pain flared from her groin and bottom, making her gasp and cry out.
“Oh, look! She’s awake and it looks like she peed all over the floor!”
She suddenly realized she felt wet and her shocked look moved from the speaker to the puddle of yellow she was laying in. She suddenly realized she was naked and laying in a strange living room with her brother’s friends and their parents looking at her. In a panic, she jumped up, slipping on her own urine, and ran for the door. Grabbing and twisting the knob, she yanked it open and ran for her house but her body stopped two strides into the cold winter air, her pale skin quickly turning to goose bumps.
She stood fighting something inside her own mind for several seconds before she had to turn and her long, narrow bare feet walked back into the house. She closed the door gently behind her. The father was standing now, with his hands on her hips, and she felt smaller and smaller as she approached him, her four and a half feet of height barely coming up to the large man’s chest. She was a spectator inside her own petite body as her hands reached out and undid the buckle of his belt, pulled it out of its loops, and held it up to him in her thin, long fingered hands.
“I’m sorry Sir, there’s still two years left to my servitude, and I left the house without permission. I deserve to be punished. Please have no mercy. I need to learn a serious lesson today.”
She didn’t even try to stop the body which she seemed to have no more control over, but simply let it walk over to the couch, bend over to place its hands on the arm, and spread its legs. She knew she wouldn’t be able to move until her whipping was done and didn’t even question why she knew how bad her punishment was going to be. She just hoped at some point, she would be able to pass out again.
“Like, right now would be nice,” she thought as he stationed himself behind her and raised the belt high...
