Chapter 2: The First Nightmare

I was sitting in the restaurant with Oliver kissing him when he pushed the table out a bit and leaned me over it. The curtain that protects us from inquisitive eyes rippled as if someone just walked by but I just don't care, I'm with Oliver. He raised my skirt and pushed it over my back while slowly removing my panties. I trembled with anticipation as I could feel his fingers brushing against my thighs, my calves, then back up my legs. I heard the zip of his fly, the tear of the condom wrapper, then his hands on my hips and I felt him enter me, slow and gently. I gasped at the feeling of his penetration and grabbed the table for support as we started to make love. "Alexis," he whispered, "oh how I've missed you."

"Yes, Oliver," I replied breathlessly, "I've missed you too."

Suddenly, the red curtains were ripped back and standing over me was Agent Fleck with an evil smile on his face. "I knew you were lying to me Ms. Perry, and now you're going to pay."

He grabbed my arms and yanked me hard across the table. I felt Oliver's hands slide down my legs and I found myself hanging in the air helplessly. "Let me go!" I screamed.

I looked back and Agent Wyman was pointing what looked like a gun at Oliver's head and the table was now gone, as was the booth we were just sitting in. I looked back at Agent Fleck who smiled and said, "I didn't know you were such a whore. I wonder who else you'll spread your legs for. Let's find out!"

Suddenly, I'm thrown against a wall as he tries to kiss me. "GET OFF ME!" I screamed.

He slapped my face hard, and suddenly, something about him started to change. His face became distorted, his tongue seemed to be split like a snake's, and I realized his hands had never left my arms. Then his suit began to dissolve and he's standing before me naked, and green, with four arms and I saw something so horrid it was almost indescribable. I mean, I've seen my share of porn and I haven't been a virgin since college. I'd like to think I'm well aware of the male anatomy, but never in my life had I seen a man with two penises. I began to scream hysterically as the other two arms began tearing off my clothes. I tried to lock my ankles but the extra arms forced them apart. He leaned in closer so that he is pressing against my body, the appendages against my sex and my ass.

I continued to struggle when I hear him say, "I've wanted to do this to you since I saw you in that classroom. I warned you that you'd be sorry for lying to me."

I felt him entering me and the pain that ripped through my body was intense as he penetrated me. I screamed and screamed.

I woke up in my bed. I had been screaming in my sleep. I was soaked in sweat, my heart pounded in my chest, and my body shook as I sat straight up. The clock on my nightstand read 2:42. I reached over and touched my lamp twice so the gentle glow of the light filled my room. There I was, safe in my bedroom at home, alone. I got up and ran to the bathroom. I thought I was going to vomit, but the nausea soon passed and I decided to see if I could pee, which happily I could. I washed my hands and my face with cold water until my hands stopped shaking. Then after a quick check of my empty apartment, I wandered back to bed, and went back to sleep.