Pleasant Nightmares Pt. 02

AUTHOR'S NOTE AND WARNING TO READERS:

I wrote a follow up to "Pleasant Nightmares", much in the same vein as the first. Please be warned that this story is focused on a pee fetish. Specifically, drinking or swallowing pee. It also features some twisted forms of reluctance, and certain loss of control, and horror elements in the shape of a demonic entity. Furthermore, there is no vaginal or anal penetration in the story, and readers who do not enjoy pee (and piss drinking) likely won't enjoy this story. You have been warned.

Obviously, it is a work of fiction, and all of the characters in the story are above the age of eighteen.

I wrote a second part to the story because the first one seemed to be appreciated. Hopefully, it will manage to scratch the same itch as the first part did. Thank you for reading.

--- PLEASANT NIGHTMARES - PART 2 ---

Clara could not believe she was doing this. She laid in her bed, stark naked, in the middle of the day - horny beyond belief. Her nipples were erect and her body tingling. Her mind was spinning. The shame was overwhelming already. Her hands trembled, and she felt as if she had lost her mind - and perhaps that was true? She could not think straight any longer. The thoughts and images in her head were too much for her to handle - too perverted to bear. But she didn't touch herself. Not in the slightest. No - her goal was to fall asleep. Because it was in her sleep that the sleep paralysis demon always appeared. It was only then that she would feel real pleasure.

Clara's mouth was watering already. Her thighs rubbed together, desperate for a release of any kind. She did not know what to do with herself. It was a weird feeling. A strong urge was growing inside her, and it was getting stronger by the second. But she felt mad at herself for it. How was she supposed to fall asleep if she was feeling this aroused!? She needed to calm down. Needed to let her tiredness embrace her. Needed to do whatever it took to enter the realm of the resting. This was wrong. So wrong. But Clara had come to realize she had no choice but to obey it. Only with the demon's cock in her mouth and it's pee running down her throat could she feel any real pleasure. She needed to be humiliated again.

It took her the better part of an hour - but eventually, Clara managed to find some kind of inner peace. The feeling of exhaustion finally came back to her, and she grew quiet and still - drifting off into a deep slumber. But when her eyes closed for good, she was not fast asleep - not ready to enter a dream state. No, she was waiting for something else. Her next pleasant nightmare.

--- 2 ---

She did not know how much time had passed. But suddenly, she was jolted awake-but-not-quite-awake. The roar of the demon's laughter echoed in the room. Her body was frozen, unable to move, but her eyes opened wide. Inside she felt fear, and a panic, and an unquenchable thirst. The sleep paralysis demon had an amused look on it's horrible, shadowy face, and said:

- "Clara, Clara, Clara.. Having me visit you at night is no longer enough for you?"

Clara remained silent - or rather, as silent as one could be when paralyzed by a twisted being. She could hear herself breathing heavily - almost panting. The demon rapidly and unnaturally approached her, as if flying across the room with speed that she did not think it's legs would allow. It stood by her side in a second, looking down at her. It seemed to tower over her. With sharp, needle-like teeth, it grinned at her. But it caressed her face softly, gently, with it's pointed and slender fingers - and somehow, that tenderness only made it more terrifying.

- "You must be thirsty, Clara.." it hissed, it's voice dripping with a sense of superiority, and sounding as if each syllable was licked by fire.

- "Yes.. M-Mmmh.. I'm thirsty." Clara replied. It took all of her strength to do so. Moving was incredibly difficult. But the creature knew she did not mean thirst for water. It was well aware of what she wanted. Craved. What brought her such pleasure and such humiliation. And making her feel ashamed and worthless seemed to be exactly what the demon desired most.

- "I'm going to pee in your little mouth, Clara.." the demon whispered in a hissing tone - and it made her mouth water again, though Clara fought desperately not to show it - not to give herself away. Some part of her still tried to resist, even though she knew that the demon could sense her true dark desires. "It will flow like a warm stream down your throat. Open wide.."

It moved closer to her mouth, and she opened her mouth - willingly, although trying her best not to make it seem as if she wanted this. She had learned to fear this creature. Learned to obey. But despite it all - she felt her own sexual desire growing, as she watched the demon's scaly cock approach her lips. It's length was hard, pointed, and dark - as black as it's body, with little hints of a red hue here and there. And at it's tip, Clara could see a dark pink slit - the source of her pleasure, and her damnation.

The demon did not hesitate. It grabbed onto Clara's little body, moving her open mouth onto it's shaft. "Let me taste your shaaaame!" the creature roared, and that's when it began. The pee of this terrifying creature hit her tongue and sent sensation of pleasure through her entire being. As always, Clara's mind grew hazy in an instant - and hungry with desire. She lapped it up eagerly, her moans escaping her lips against her wishes, while her whole body began to tremble. She had come to enjoy the demonic being's taste far too much, even though she did not want to - but she had no choice. It was salty, with trace amounts of sweetness and a smidgen of spice - and it was warm, just like she had come to love and crave.

- "That's it, my little pee slut. I want you to swallow all of it down." the demon said in a menacing voice. Clara couldn't help but do as ordered. Couldn't help but to close her eyes and open wide - as if entranced by the demonic entity. God, she wanted this so badly. The humiliation crashed into her like a derailing train. She loved everything about it, even though it was so wrong. Her whole body began to quake as the urine filled her mouth - again and again, flowing endlessly. After each gulp, her mouth filled up anew. There was nothing else that mattered but drinking it all. Drinking it all down. Her pussy gushed with arousal, and her toes curled as she climaxed, moaning with a muffled cry.

- "Clara is in love with the taste of pissssss.." the demon laughed, humiliating her. Clara knew that it knew - that it was painfully and embarrassingly obvious that she was getting off on this - but she felt helpless to fight back against the euphoric feeling, despite how shameful she was acting. She simply didn't want to fight the pleasure. Could not resist it. All that mattered was drinking the naughty liquid down. All that mattered was filling up her belly with as much of it as she could manage. The lust overpowered all other emotions.

Suddenly, the demon withdrew his cock from her mouth, which was left agape, wanting for more. The confusion was palpable on Clara's face. The demon flicked it's tongue out a few times, gritting it's teeth once more.

- "Beg for it, Clara. Beg for more. Beg for me to drown you in my stinky, bitter liquid.." The creature commanded. The words shocked her. The need within her grew stronger by the second. The more she craved it, the more the shame seemed to burn her from the inside. She felt the tears start to build up in the corners of her eyes.

- "Mmmhh.. I... M-More.. P-Please.." Clara barely managed to say. She wanted it so badly - needed it - craved it more than anything else in the world, and yet could not bring herself to say it fully, without hesitation. To give up on the last vestiges of pride she had. Her face was hot with embarrassment, and her heart was beating out of her chest. It hurt so bad, but there was no going back now. She knew it's what it wanted to hear - it was the only way this could ever end.

The demon moved it's face closer to hers, it's eyes piercing her very soul. She watched it with a helpless gaze.

- "Louder, Clara.. And more honest.. Or else I will wake you up right now, and never visit you again.." It was enjoying the power it had over here, and that was adamantly clear.

Clara felt so stupid, and so pathetic, but her whole being seemed to crave nothing more than being dominated by this creature, and forced to accept his urine down her throat. She wanted to climax again, as her mouth overflowed with the taste and the pleasure. And the thought of the demon not visiting her again was more horrifying than anything else it could ever be, or do to her. She was enslave by it, through the pleasures of its pee. There was no denying that now. No resisting it.

- "MORE! M-More, please! I want to taste your piss!" Clara yelled, the desperation clear in her voice. It was an act of pure self-destruction, but the demon had chosen her to be its plaything, and she could never stop playing. Would never want to. She felt her cheeks flush red - her body grow hot - As she realized what a pervert she had become. How sick she had to be for actually enjoying the taste of this demon's urine. She should be ashamed of herself - and yet...

The creature let out a demonic, amused laugh and grinned widely. It slapped her across the face with its cock - not hard, merely to display the power it held over her. "AGAIN!" it demanded. "MORE HUMILIATION!" Clara filled her lungs with air, as best as she could despite her overwhelmed state, and let out a deep groan of agony - followed by a loud and desperate plea:

- "PLEASE! MAKE ME A LITTLE PISS SLUT! Piss in my mouth! Cover me with your filthy piss! I'm a perverted pee slave that loves to drink your golden stream! Please, more!"

She could hear herself say the words - and her heart sank to the pit of her stomach. How far down the pit of her dark desires had she fallen? Had she finally hit rock bottom? Would she ever be able to find her way back out? Would she ever want to..?

Clara felt her eyes grow hazy as the demonic being shoved it's cock back into her open mouth. "Mmmmh.." she moaned, as the flow of urine started again, and Clara thought each drop of it tasted like pleasure and humiliation in it's rawest, purest form. She moaned, over and over again, with equal parts delight and despair. Because this was so wrong - and so perfect. The demon controlled everything about her now. Could make her cum again and again with each load of it's golden nectar that it sprayed inside her mouth, while at the same time bringing her closer and closer to a sense of total mindlessness. She did not know how to act - how to think or feel - anymore. But none of it truly mattered. All that mattered was drinking more pee. Being filled up with it. Again, and again, and again.. And the demon could keep going for ages.

- "Good girl, Clara. You're becoming my little urinal." The demon said, almost affectionately, as it grabbed onto Clara's head with both its hands - making sure its hold on her body was secure, so she wouldn't have a chance of escaping - not that she would have wanted to, of course. She was a willing victim, a helpless plaything for the demonic entity. It knew what she wanted and needed - what would bring her pleasure, and fill her soul with the shame that it loved. That she, also, loved? Clara felt another climax start to materialize within her. There was no going back from this. And perhaps there never had been. Perhaps this was the truth - she was a little piss slut. And all the other versions of herself had been nothing but lies and masks and deceptions. Her own illusions. Her way of running away from her true purpose. To serve as this demonic creature's little piss drinker, for all of time. As that thought crossed her mind, her orgasm began anew.

The demon continued to flood her mouth with more and more hot urine. It seemed never-ending. It felt so warm, and smelled so amazingly perverted, as always. Each time she swallowed, her body shuddered. She felt as if the pee was flowing right through her skin. Was become a part of her. The most important part of her. Her whole body shook rather violently from her climax, and her eyes were rolling into the back of her head, but she didn't stop swallowing. Not for a second. She didn't want the demon to stop. Couldn't imagine wanting it to ever stop. Wished it would keep her like this, with her throat full of its warm cock, and her mouth overflowing with its delicious pee, forever. And no matter how much she'd beg and plead for her to release her, she secretly hoped it never would. This was true bliss.

Her belly felt full to capacity as the creature continued to fill it up with it's warm golden liquid. The flow did not seem to end - and Clara began to fear that perhaps the demon would actually never stop pissing in her mouth. That her dark desires had materialized it. A never-ending nightmare of shame and pleasure combined. The thought almost made her pass out - she felt like she was sinking deeper and deeper into an ocean of humiliation and need. An ocean made out of urine. Her next orgasm was already approaching rapidly, or perhaps the last one had never truly ever ended? She couldn't tell anymore. The lines between reality and dreams, nightmares and pleasures, were now becoming so blurred that she no longer knew where she was, or what she was doing - her mind completely under the demonic being's control. And the urine still continued to pour inside her mouth.

- "Swallow, Clara. You still want more, don't you?" it asked, with a mocking tone to it's voice. It was not a sincere question. The demonic entity knew she had no choice. That she had succumbed, completely and utterly, to her dark desires - her true purpose. As she tried her best to swallow it all down, her throat burned from the pee and her whole body shook with each orgasm. Her nipples grew hard and rubbed against her duvet. Her pussy was throbbing. She was cumming over and over again, with each new mouthful of piss - unable to keep up. There was no way she could hold on any longer, and yet it didn't stop. Didn't matter. Because this is all that mattered. Everything else was nothing.

- "Filling up your little tummy with my piss is all you know now, Clara. All you ever wanted." The creature said, as Clara felt the grip on her head being released. And that's when something unexpected happened. She felt her body become less sluggish. The paralyzing grip of power the demon held over her was intentionally being loosened. And the cock, still erupting with pee, was slowly - very very slowly - being pulled away from her. The demon was giving her a choice? To keep chasing the pleasure, or to turn away. To escape from it all, or to become the perverted little pee drinker she secretly wanted to be..?

Clara's mind was screaming out in conflict. She was so full already, the pleasure was bordering on pain. And yet, she could not resist. At first, her mouth simply remained open - wide - with its golden contents on display. But as the cock was being withdrawn from her, she quickly - and without hesitation - threw her mouth back onto it, and slammed the cock back into her mouth, and down her throat.

- "Keep me like this forever" she begged, in her mind rather than out loud. But the demon knew. Or if it didn't, her action had said enough. It started to laugh manically, and flicked it's tongue out as if it could lick up the humiliation of her shameless defeat.

- "More.." Clara repeated, barely able to breath from her full, heavy belly, with a cock that seemed to stretch her throat in ways no human cock could, and the piss filling up her belly - and mouth - but also her soul. There was so much pee inside her now, that it seemed impossible to keep swallowing it all down - and yet, she did. The world started to fade to black. She couldn't see anymore. Nothing seemed to exist except her and the urine. The taste of it. The way it felt as it swirled around in her mouth. What could be the purpose of life, if not this?

- "You will wake up now Clara. Focus on the taste inside your mouth - And remember it well." The demon snickered. "And as always, my little pee slut.. If you want more, you're going to have to let me hear you beg for it.."

Clara woke up violently, as if she had been shook by an incredible force. She tried to remember where she was. Her heart was beating a million beats a second, and she was drenched in sweat. Her bed was so wet, it was as if someone had thrown a bucket over her in her sleep. She was crying - sobbing - and her pussy seemed to ache. The shame she felt was otherworldly. Her breath was gone and she attempted to find it again, gasping for air. But none of that mattered. Her cheeks were burning bright, and she had the biggest and naughtiest smile on her face. This time, she pushed her shame aside, and barely even hesitated, before she said the words out loud:

- "I.. I want more. Visit me again tonight, please? I beg you. I am your little pee slut.. I'll always be your little pee slut.."

The embarrassment hit her like a heavy blow to the gut. But there was no going back now, she thought. Her heart was still racing. She couldn't help but squirm a little, as she realized this was now a very real addiction. One that could never be cured. One she wanted to pursue. A feeling of euphoria washed over her entire being. She could barely contain her excitement, knowing the demon would come back again tonight. The tears continually flowing down her face were long forgotten. This was the road to Clara's paradise..

--- END OF PART 2 ---

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