That nightmare camera pulling out, revealing a fuller scene. Those two cocks pistoning in and out of her. One at her rear and one through her mouth and throat. Those pigtails of hers being used by the man behind her in the most hideous of ways. Keeping her head up for the cock in her mouth. Keeping her head and more importantly her throat at the right angle. The scene was a back alley. A dirty back alley that was barely lit by neon lighting. At one end the traffic of a main road could be seen streaming past. The light from that main road made the dirty neon lighting in that alley all the more sleazy. One might not be able to tell if this was an actual place - and actual scene of crime, or whether it was simply a place that was made up in the mind of Nicole. Like one those things she was just making up. It made working out this nightmare harder and harder.

Those men - those men using her for their own sexual gratification - they didn't have faces either. It was like their faces had been rubbed out. There were heads and there was hair - one with brown hair and one with a light ginger or red colouring. But even that hair could have been made up, or filled in by the subconscious of Nicole. But where their faces should have been there was nothing. Just blurred flesh. No features. No eyes. Like one of those spooky 70s horror films gone wrong. It made what they were doing to Nicole all the more nasty. Fucking her in all her holes the way they were doing.

"We're going to teach you a lesson you snotty little cunt. Gonna show you how stuck up little bitches like you get treated in our world."

The man fucking Nicole's mouth was speaking as though through gritted teeth - almost seething as he fucked Nicole's delicious lips and mouth and throat. It was like he had a view into future. He was fucking this little girl's mouth in the most debase and obscene manner possible - and yet it was like he knew how she would turn out. Like he knew what was round the corner for her. Knew that she might end up not a particularly nice person. Even hinting that what he was doing to her would be a very definite factor in how she would end up in life.

It was a most bizarre thing - this dream. This nightmare. The young woman Nicole in her twenties - and yet in this dream living it like she was that little girl all over again. But at the same time, that she was in that nightmare in her own grown up body. And then again having that tight fitting school uniform ripped off. Like she would ever wear a uniform like that! Like she would ever be allowed to do that! It was like two worlds coming together. Two fucked up worlds. And then the feeling of that cock shooting in her mouth. Offloading spurt after spurt of thick creamy cum down her throat. The first jet hitting the back of her throat then sliding down into her gullet. Then mid orgasm the cock being taken back up into her mouth so the subsequent spurts could whitewash her mouth. Her mouth filling and then her throat going into an automatic swallow. A rolling slow swallow as she consumed that semen. At one point her mouth filling and her being forced to taste it. Moving her tongue and her mouth so that her taste buds over her tongue would be stimulated. The taste of freshly produced semen. And that texture of it in her mouth. That slippery, thick texture and then of it sliding down her throat as she swallowed and swallowed. That man with his face rubbed out shooting and shooting. His cock throbbing inside Nicole's mouth and him emptying his testicles. His balls slapping up against her lower jaw. And then the one behind her, sliding his cock, the full length of his cock in and out of her ass - then her pussy then her ass. And that was the thing, he was using the full length of that cock in both holes.

That dream, that nightmare was one fucked up affair. Who knows how often Nicole had to live through it. It was like an established thing in her head. And yet even though she lived and relived it time after time, the look of deep despair and angst on her stunning face was disturbing. That nightmare raising more questions than it answered surely. Hinting that Nicole had been through something bad in her past. Really bad. That whatever it might have been might have happened when she was very young. The way she acted in that dream telling of that extremely young age. The faceless men. What did this mean? Were they someone she knew? Relatives perhaps - or someone close to the family and who she had now blocked out of her memory? And that back alley - what did that mean? Was it even a place? It said something else as well - that what might have happened to Nicole wasn't just a one off. It more than hinted that it was an ongoing continuous thing that she had suffered. That she was used to it. Or had gotten used to it. That she absorbed it, despite the age she was. But also that what she went through was traumatic - traumatic to say the least to come through the years with her and haunt her in this way.

That man behind her then flooding her ass with his semen. Nicole frowning again - not so much in pain this time but in relief that once these horrid men did what they did, once they had had their fun with her they would shoot that stuff inside her and then they would be finished for the time being. So feeling the semen shoot up into her bowels was kind of like a relief. A relief tinged with more than a little bit of repulsion. That repulsion, that disgust coming with her through the years. That man behind her taking his throbbing thick, big headed cock out of her ass mid orgasm and sliding it up inside her cunt. No protection. Bare back fucking and bareback absorption of that semen into her reproductive system. But still that relief, that relief of feeling those jets of cum hitting her deeper femininity. Flooding her very private femininity. That etched across her stunning face as she slept and as she relived that nightmare yet again. As the contents of those testicles emptied into her and then slowed down, Nicole's face lessening in its pain. Coming back to normal coming back to a more serene state. Her movements as well, on the bed less urgent. Her hand running down around her tummy as though she could feel those millions and millions of semen swimming round inside her. Her long manicured finger running down around her hips and then just about running between her thighs. Her face flushed. Her tongue running across her bottom lip. She was still asleep. That nightmare was over but it was clear that there was more to it than that. There was much more to it.

Spain was waking up. The sun was higher now and already it was 38 degrees. The villa was waking up as well. One of the dogs was barking. Another was scraping at the door to get out into the air. Somewhere there were footstep that seemed to get louder then fade. Probably Nicole's mother Clara. Her little sister would be awake soon, and the other one. So would her brother. The start of another day. Looking at Nicole now, on the bed, but still in deep sleep, she looked untroubled. Looked at peace. Her breathing deep, her chest rising and falling rising and falling. The double doors to the balcony were open - they always were because of the heat. In the distance the sound of the Med waves breaking on the beach could be heard. Then she was waking. Stretching first - an act that showed her stunning figure and lines. Her eyes were still closed but she was coming out of that deep deep sleep. Very slowly she was waking. This troubled girl waking up into a new day.