by Hand-Holder » Tue May 30, 2023 6:58 pm
Dream Family´s Dreams
Chapter 2
As the night grew darker and the Smith family retired to their respective bedrooms, Sarah found herself caught in a web of haunting sensations. In her dream, she found herself standing alone in the heart of the ancient woods, a place where the giant troll was said to dwell.
The atmosphere was thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as she navigated the dense forest, her senses on high alert. Shadows seemed to dance and contort in the moonlight, whispering secrets of unseen dangers.
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the trees, causing Sarah to stumble in fear. The ground trembled beneath her feet as the giant troll emerged from the depths of the woods, its monstrous figure towering above the treetops. Its jagged teeth gleamed with malice, and its eyes burned with a menacing fire.
In a flash, the troll's long, sinewy arm reached out, ensnaring Sarah in its clutches. She struggled against its vice-like grip, but her efforts were futile against the creature's immense strength. Panic surged through her veins as the troll dragged her high in the air, heading deeper into the heart of the woods.
The nightmare twisted and warped, subjecting Sarah to a series of horrifying visions. The troll's wicked laughter echoed in her ears as it conjured nightmarish illusions, distorting reality and playing with her deepest fears. Visions of grotesque creatures and twisted landscapes taunted her, blurring the lines between dream and reality.
The giant troll reveled in his sadistic game, tormenting Sarah in several wicked ways.
Holding her firmly by her lower body with only one powerful hand, the monster extended outwards his indecent tongue and scooped Sarah´s delicate face like if it was a mere ice-cream, traveling his rugged moisty muscle along all her tiny delicate features, filling her spirit with utter humiliation and disgust
Than it tossed her into the other hand, where she landed confused and stumbling over his rugged massive palm, but even before she regained any balance, the troll´s free and powerfully clutched two fingers into the rim of Sarah´s skirt, pulling upwards to reveal all her intimacy to his lusty lunatic gaze. She instinctively clenched her tiny feet against the fingers that served her as ground and tried to jump backwards and release the fabric from the rugged fingers grip, yet the piece of clothing did not break and the gesture only prompted the troll to grip it tighter and stretched the panty even higher, offering a complete sight of her curvy mature thighs, along with her tight elegant panties, exposed at the very end of her beautiful round ass
Sarah's heart ached with desperation, her mind yearning for escape. As the nightmare reached its climax, she summoned every ounce of strength and resilience she possessed. While exposed without recoil by the forcible pulling upwards of her clutched skirt, the troll´s tongue extend once again, but this time it was menacingly aimed at her tiny pussy, barely covered by the narrow elegant fabrics of her sexy underwear. With a surge of determination, she squirmed her head to the sides, decided to shake away all that evil dream, suddenly falling from the Trolls grip and harmlessly into the forest grounds.
As Sarah raced through the twisted forest, branches whipped at her face, and thorns clawed at her skin. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding against her chest. And just when it seemed like all hope was lost, a blinding light appeared ahead, cutting through the darkness.
With one final burst of energy, Sarah lunged toward the light, her body jolting awake. Her eyes flew open, sweat clinging to her forehead, as she found herself back in the safety of her bedroom. She gasped for air, her chest heaving with relief, as she realized it had all been just a nightmare—a horrifying journey through the depths of her own mind.
Sarah clutched her racing heart, grateful for the warmth of reality surrounding her. The nightmare had tested her spirit, but it hadn't broken her. As she gazed out at the moonlit night beyond her window, she vowed to cherish the waking world and hold her loved ones a little tighter, grateful for the respite from the clutches of the giant troll and the treacherous dreamscape.
To avoid any misplaced pessimism in their fantastic family holydays, Sarah decided to keep the intense nightmare only for herself, brushing away the fact it had happen just as the old tale entailed it used to.
The second day was incredibly fun, as carefully planed by James, with horse riding in a farm nearby, a long big picnic in a high panoramic hill and total relaxation with playful fun at their small rented cottage pool.
But as the second night descended upon the cottage, a sense of foreboding wrapped around the 19 years old daughter, Emily. In her sleep, she found herself transported into a nightmarish realm, standing in the heart of the ancient woods, just as her mother had experienced before but without Emily´s knowledge. The giant troll lurked in the shadows, its malevolent presence was palpable.
Emily's heart raced as she tried to flee, but the woods seemed to conspire against her, closing in and twisting into an impenetrable maze. Before she could react, the giant troll arm emerged from behind her, its massive fingers reaching out around her with a chilling determination. With lightning speed, it snatched Emily from her feet, elevating her in a rushed vertigo upwards, always trapped within its colossal grip.
She struggled, her cries for help swallowed by the vastness of the troll's hand. Her attempts to break free proved fruitless, as the troll's fingers tightened, constricting her movements by enclosing both body and arms. Emily's chest tightened with fear as she gazed up at the gargantuan face that now loomed above, its twisted features leering down at her with malicious glee.
The troll's laughter reverberated through the night, sending a shiver down Emily's spine. It reveled in the terror it evoked, tormenting her within the confines of its grasp. The creature's fingers curled even more around her, each movement bringing a wave of bone-chilling dread.
Within its colossal hand, the troll subjected Emily to a very invasive torment. It squeezed her fragile form, threatening to crush her under its monstrous strength. The air grew thin, suffocating her, as the giant hand tightened around her like a vice. Her pleas for mercy echoed, but they were swallowed by the troll's malicious laughter.
Than two of the monstrous fingers opened up, leaving the still others clutching her body into the curved rugged palm. The troll used a free hand to extend two ominous fingers, that poked her in the chest, against her blouse, but indecently pressing against her tiny covered tits. The fingers had a diabolical precision, probing her breasts perfect shapes over the fabrics the hid them from exposure, drawing fast small circles squeezed right on Emily´s sacred bumps.
In this nightmarish realm, the troll's grip became a labyrinth of despair. Emily struggled against its suffocating hold, fighting to maintain her strength and will. She could feel her body weakening, her vision blurring, but a flicker of determination burned within her.
Suddenly, without warning, the fingers managed to get a grip on a wrinkle of her blouse, where they clenched and pulled with an overwhelming power, stretching her tiny blouse outwards and ripping it in fast sequence. Emily´s little breasts, still encased in her bra, dangled outwards and felt the cold of the night air, but it was a short lived feeling, because the trolls fingers followed suit, squeezing both breasts at once, not exactly hurting her, but carelessly desecrating the poor girl´s dignity, with successive squeezes and pulls, probing her with no shame and sending a wave fear down her spine.
Summoning every ounce of her resolve, Emily directed her thoughts towards escape. With a surge of desperation, she channeled her inner resilience, pushing against the enormous palm encasing her. Inch by inch, she exerted her strength, prying open the giant's fingers.
As the troll's grip loosened and the probing fingers paused, Emily seized her opportunity, wriggling free from its monstrous grasp. She tumbled into the forest floor, gasping for air, her body drenched in perspiration. The nightmare suddenly began to fade, and her surroundings shifted back to the comforting familiarity of her bedroom.
Emily's eyes fluttered open, her heart racing, as she took in her safe surroundings. Relief washed over her, mingling with the lingering echoes of fear. She clutched her breasts as if to feel they where healthy and unharmed, breathing deeply, grateful for the escape from the clutches of the devious giant troll.
Completely unaware of her mother's nightmare, Emily also brushed away her bad dream, ready to indulge into a long fun week with their much beloved family
The third day was another pleasant adventure, all spent in a small nearby medieval village, offering a guided tour in the morning, a fine medieval lunch and in the afternoon, an exploration of the many market stalls, where they found several original souvenirs to bring along as unique precious items they wouldn't find anywhere else.
Dinner was cheerful and long, but as the third night settled around their refuge, 17 year old Lily's dreams were the ones plagued by a haunting nightmare. In her slumber, she found herself also wandering through the same ancient woods her Mother and Sister visited, the air thick with an oppressive silence. The moonlight casting eerie shadows that danced among the trees, creating a sense of unease.
Suddenly, the giant troll materialized before her, its monstrous figure eclipsing the moon. With a horrifying grin, it lunged towards Lily, its massive hands both closing around her with a bone-chilling grip. Panic surged through her veins as she was lifted into the air, trapped within the confines of the troll's gargantuan palms from both sides, leaving only her little legs dangling in the dark void.
The troll's grip was unyielding, its fingers like iron bands around Lily's trembling form. She struggled, her heart pounding in her chest, but each attempt to break free only resulted in the tightening of the creature's grasp. She was at the mercy of this devious giant, trapped in its merciless hands.
The creature's malicious laughter echoed through the night, resonating in Lily's ears as a haunting symphony of terror, than she saw the unthinkable right before her wide open panicked eyes. The troll´s monstrous sexual organ, green, rugged and massively grotesque, traveled right below her helpless dangling limbs. The troll just took no ceremony and swiftly deposited the panicked squirming girl on top of his endless chaff, pressing her downwards with persistence, to force her frail legs to spread outwards and all around the curvy flesh of the stiff ludicrous monster, as if she was mounting it for a giant pornographic horror ride.
The troll reveled in its sadistic game, subjecting Lily to a series of nightmarish ordeals, as his massive grasp kept holding her and force her tiny frame to slide in and out, squeezed along the veiny chaff, washing her senses with her deepest fears and disgust. It whispered her chilling taunts, promising an even worse faith for her in the next minutes, the words slicing through her consciousness like knives. The air within the giant commanding hands grew suffocating, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
As the nightmare reached its crescendo, Lily summoned a flicker of courage from the depths of her being. A surge of determination coursed through her veins, driving her to fight back against the clutches of the devious giant troll.
With a burst of defiance, Lily paddles like crazy and fought against the overwhelming strength of the creature's chaff and fingers grip. She wriggled and squirmed, using every ounce of her willpower to pry open its fingers. Slowly, inch by inch, she managed to create a small opening, allowing a sliver of freedom within the oppressive prison of the giant's hands.
Summoning her last reserves of strength, Lily seized the opportunity and slipped through the narrow gap, tumbling down towards the forest floor. Gasping for breath, she lay on the ground, her body trembling with exhaustion and relief. The nightmare began to fade as fast as it had impose on her, and she found herself back in the safety of her own bed.
Lily's eyes fluttered open, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in her surroundings. She clutched at her racing heart, feeling the residual fear slowly dissipate.
In the early morning Lily was still very affected by her vivid nightmare and she end up telling young Sophie about it, but since the youngest daughter had no troubles in her past nights, she managed to calm down her middle sister and bring her back into their joyful holyday spirit.
The fourth day was all spent on a long adventure, kayaking across a beautiful big stream, that revealed several surprising landscapes as they slowly cruised along, only stopping at noon for a short picnic the agency guide swiftly arranged for them on a small island filled with flowers and birds.
On the fourth night, after a very fun post-dinner board game session, Sophie's dreams were the ones invaded by a nightmarish scenario, that sent shivers down her spine. She found herself trapped within the inevitable ancient woods, a dense fog obscuring her vision. The air grew heavy with an eerie stillness as she wandered deeper into the forest, a sense of impending dread tightening around her.
Sophie was the only one of the four females in the cottage who managed to guess what was going on, since her middle sister Lily had already narrated her own nightmare, so the panic she felt downed on her like a dagger, leaving her shaking uncontrollably, than causing her to fall to the ground and let her bladder stream a thin yet unstoppable flow of piss, enhancing her helplessness by abundantly flooding her tight knickers
Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath her prostrated body, and the giant troll emerged from the shadows, its monstrous form looming over her. Its malevolent eyes fixated on Sophie´s tiny face, a sinister grin spreading across its grotesque expression. In one swift motion, it snatched her up, by the waist, enclosing her within a colossal belt of monstrous fingers.
Sophie's heart raced as she struggled against the troll's unforgiving grip, but its fingers were like a prison, unyielding and merciless, raising her high as both her arms and legs dangled like rags in the void. The creature reveled in her helplessness, already surrendered to his whims, even before imposing any torment on the 15 year old. Relishing in the terror it inflicted so early upon her. Its grip tightened around her frail waist, crushing her spirit with each passing moment.
Within the giant's hands, Sophie was subjected to a horrifying ordeal. His was taken into its giant mouth and despite the giant´s fingers remaining around her to dangle at his mercy, her whole legs were plunged in the grotesque moisty prison, opened and eager to taste her, as if the monster knew she had a special treat for him draining downwards along her delicate legs
An impossibly powerful suction imposed on her lower limbs, sucking continuously on Sophie´s surrendered legs, tasting every tiny speck of the teenager´s salty specks of piss that soaked her from inside her knickers until her little feet. She was about to faint, so overwhelming it all became but as the storm of suction managed to pull her little panty that started sliding down along her legs, she suddenly felt a jolt of adrenaline amidst the full panic mode.
Within the depths of her nightmare, Sophie summoned a glimmer of courage. She refused to succumb to the clutches of the troll, fighting against the weight of its grasp and squirming her frail legs against the insides of the grotesque mouth. With sheer determination, she pushed against its tongue and lips, struggling to free herself from its lascivious grip.
As her resolve intensified, a surge of energy coursed through Sophie's body. With one final, desperate push, she managed to break free, slipping through the narrowing gap between the troll's fingers. She fell to the forest floor, gasping for air, her heart pounding in her chest.
As the nightmare dissipated, Sophie awoke in her bed, her body drenched in sweat. She clutched her thighs, and checked her knickers, dry and fit along her perfect little ass shapes, feeling the remnants of the troll's grip fade away.
On the fifth day of their holiday, Sophie mustered up the courage to confide in her older sister, Lily, about her harrowing nightmare. The weight of the shared experience hung heavy in the air as Sophie recounted the details of her dream, realizing that it closely mirrored Lily's own encounter with the giant troll.
As Sophie spoke, a sense of trepidation settled between the sisters. The realization that they had both been subjected to the same nightmarish torment filled them with an unsettling mix of fear and curiosity. It was as if the giant troll had invaded their dreams, its presence extending beyond their individual experiences.
As they whispered in hushed tones, Sophie and Lily shared the vivid details of their dreams. They described the giant troll's monstrous presence, the suffocating grip of its colossal hands, and the chilling torment it inflicted upon them. The common threads woven through their nightmares amplified their unease, creating a deep sense of foreboding.
The sisters huddled together, seeking solace and reassurance in their shared vulnerability. They exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and understanding. The knowledge that they were not alone in their nightmares intensified their anxiety, for it suggested a sinister force at play, one that reached beyond the boundaries of their individual subconsciousness.
As they grappled with the weight of their shared secret, Sophie and Lily vowed to support one another, to be the source of strength when the darkness threatened to consume them. Together, they hoped to unravel the mysteries that lingered within their dreams, to confront the lurking presence of the giant troll and reclaim their peace of mind.
But beneath their determination lay a lingering fear, a fear that their nightmares were more than mere dreams, that the giant troll may be more than a figment of their imagination. It was a fear that whispered of an impending danger, an unknown force that sought to invade their reality.
What all of them failed to notice was that escaping the troll revealed itself to be easy, too easy, even for a dream, specially in a very bad dream as the one each girl had. they could not imagine how devious the giant troll was and how he weaved his cunny ruse by allowing them an easy escape from his dream invasions and torments.
Dream Family´s Dreams
Chapter 2
As the night grew darker and the Smith family retired to their respective bedrooms, Sarah found herself caught in a web of haunting sensations. In her dream, she found herself standing alone in the heart of the ancient woods, a place where the giant troll was said to dwell.
The atmosphere was thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as she navigated the dense forest, her senses on high alert. Shadows seemed to dance and contort in the moonlight, whispering secrets of unseen dangers.
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the trees, causing Sarah to stumble in fear. The ground trembled beneath her feet as the giant troll emerged from the depths of the woods, its monstrous figure towering above the treetops. Its jagged teeth gleamed with malice, and its eyes burned with a menacing fire.
In a flash, the troll's long, sinewy arm reached out, ensnaring Sarah in its clutches. She struggled against its vice-like grip, but her efforts were futile against the creature's immense strength. Panic surged through her veins as the troll dragged her high in the air, heading deeper into the heart of the woods.
The nightmare twisted and warped, subjecting Sarah to a series of horrifying visions. The troll's wicked laughter echoed in her ears as it conjured nightmarish illusions, distorting reality and playing with her deepest fears. Visions of grotesque creatures and twisted landscapes taunted her, blurring the lines between dream and reality.
The giant troll reveled in his sadistic game, tormenting Sarah in several wicked ways.
Holding her firmly by her lower body with only one powerful hand, the monster extended outwards his indecent tongue and scooped Sarah´s delicate face like if it was a mere ice-cream, traveling his rugged moisty muscle along all her tiny delicate features, filling her spirit with utter humiliation and disgust
Than it tossed her into the other hand, where she landed confused and stumbling over his rugged massive palm, but even before she regained any balance, the troll´s free and powerfully clutched two fingers into the rim of Sarah´s skirt, pulling upwards to reveal all her intimacy to his lusty lunatic gaze. She instinctively clenched her tiny feet against the fingers that served her as ground and tried to jump backwards and release the fabric from the rugged fingers grip, yet the piece of clothing did not break and the gesture only prompted the troll to grip it tighter and stretched the panty even higher, offering a complete sight of her curvy mature thighs, along with her tight elegant panties, exposed at the very end of her beautiful round ass
Sarah's heart ached with desperation, her mind yearning for escape. As the nightmare reached its climax, she summoned every ounce of strength and resilience she possessed. While exposed without recoil by the forcible pulling upwards of her clutched skirt, the troll´s tongue extend once again, but this time it was menacingly aimed at her tiny pussy, barely covered by the narrow elegant fabrics of her sexy underwear. With a surge of determination, she squirmed her head to the sides, decided to shake away all that evil dream, suddenly falling from the Trolls grip and harmlessly into the forest grounds.
As Sarah raced through the twisted forest, branches whipped at her face, and thorns clawed at her skin. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding against her chest. And just when it seemed like all hope was lost, a blinding light appeared ahead, cutting through the darkness.
With one final burst of energy, Sarah lunged toward the light, her body jolting awake. Her eyes flew open, sweat clinging to her forehead, as she found herself back in the safety of her bedroom. She gasped for air, her chest heaving with relief, as she realized it had all been just a nightmare—a horrifying journey through the depths of her own mind.
Sarah clutched her racing heart, grateful for the warmth of reality surrounding her. The nightmare had tested her spirit, but it hadn't broken her. As she gazed out at the moonlit night beyond her window, she vowed to cherish the waking world and hold her loved ones a little tighter, grateful for the respite from the clutches of the giant troll and the treacherous dreamscape.
To avoid any misplaced pessimism in their fantastic family holydays, Sarah decided to keep the intense nightmare only for herself, brushing away the fact it had happen just as the old tale entailed it used to.
The second day was incredibly fun, as carefully planed by James, with horse riding in a farm nearby, a long big picnic in a high panoramic hill and total relaxation with playful fun at their small rented cottage pool.
But as the second night descended upon the cottage, a sense of foreboding wrapped around the 19 years old daughter, Emily. In her sleep, she found herself transported into a nightmarish realm, standing in the heart of the ancient woods, just as her mother had experienced before but without Emily´s knowledge. The giant troll lurked in the shadows, its malevolent presence was palpable.
Emily's heart raced as she tried to flee, but the woods seemed to conspire against her, closing in and twisting into an impenetrable maze. Before she could react, the giant troll arm emerged from behind her, its massive fingers reaching out around her with a chilling determination. With lightning speed, it snatched Emily from her feet, elevating her in a rushed vertigo upwards, always trapped within its colossal grip.
She struggled, her cries for help swallowed by the vastness of the troll's hand. Her attempts to break free proved fruitless, as the troll's fingers tightened, constricting her movements by enclosing both body and arms. Emily's chest tightened with fear as she gazed up at the gargantuan face that now loomed above, its twisted features leering down at her with malicious glee.
The troll's laughter reverberated through the night, sending a shiver down Emily's spine. It reveled in the terror it evoked, tormenting her within the confines of its grasp. The creature's fingers curled even more around her, each movement bringing a wave of bone-chilling dread.
Within its colossal hand, the troll subjected Emily to a very invasive torment. It squeezed her fragile form, threatening to crush her under its monstrous strength. The air grew thin, suffocating her, as the giant hand tightened around her like a vice. Her pleas for mercy echoed, but they were swallowed by the troll's malicious laughter.
Than two of the monstrous fingers opened up, leaving the still others clutching her body into the curved rugged palm. The troll used a free hand to extend two ominous fingers, that poked her in the chest, against her blouse, but indecently pressing against her tiny covered tits. The fingers had a diabolical precision, probing her breasts perfect shapes over the fabrics the hid them from exposure, drawing fast small circles squeezed right on Emily´s sacred bumps.
In this nightmarish realm, the troll's grip became a labyrinth of despair. Emily struggled against its suffocating hold, fighting to maintain her strength and will. She could feel her body weakening, her vision blurring, but a flicker of determination burned within her.
Suddenly, without warning, the fingers managed to get a grip on a wrinkle of her blouse, where they clenched and pulled with an overwhelming power, stretching her tiny blouse outwards and ripping it in fast sequence. Emily´s little breasts, still encased in her bra, dangled outwards and felt the cold of the night air, but it was a short lived feeling, because the trolls fingers followed suit, squeezing both breasts at once, not exactly hurting her, but carelessly desecrating the poor girl´s dignity, with successive squeezes and pulls, probing her with no shame and sending a wave fear down her spine.
Summoning every ounce of her resolve, Emily directed her thoughts towards escape. With a surge of desperation, she channeled her inner resilience, pushing against the enormous palm encasing her. Inch by inch, she exerted her strength, prying open the giant's fingers.
As the troll's grip loosened and the probing fingers paused, Emily seized her opportunity, wriggling free from its monstrous grasp. She tumbled into the forest floor, gasping for air, her body drenched in perspiration. The nightmare suddenly began to fade, and her surroundings shifted back to the comforting familiarity of her bedroom.
Emily's eyes fluttered open, her heart racing, as she took in her safe surroundings. Relief washed over her, mingling with the lingering echoes of fear. She clutched her breasts as if to feel they where healthy and unharmed, breathing deeply, grateful for the escape from the clutches of the devious giant troll.
Completely unaware of her mother's nightmare, Emily also brushed away her bad dream, ready to indulge into a long fun week with their much beloved family
The third day was another pleasant adventure, all spent in a small nearby medieval village, offering a guided tour in the morning, a fine medieval lunch and in the afternoon, an exploration of the many market stalls, where they found several original souvenirs to bring along as unique precious items they wouldn't find anywhere else.
Dinner was cheerful and long, but as the third night settled around their refuge, 17 year old Lily's dreams were the ones plagued by a haunting nightmare. In her slumber, she found herself also wandering through the same ancient woods her Mother and Sister visited, the air thick with an oppressive silence. The moonlight casting eerie shadows that danced among the trees, creating a sense of unease.
Suddenly, the giant troll materialized before her, its monstrous figure eclipsing the moon. With a horrifying grin, it lunged towards Lily, its massive hands both closing around her with a bone-chilling grip. Panic surged through her veins as she was lifted into the air, trapped within the confines of the troll's gargantuan palms from both sides, leaving only her little legs dangling in the dark void.
The troll's grip was unyielding, its fingers like iron bands around Lily's trembling form. She struggled, her heart pounding in her chest, but each attempt to break free only resulted in the tightening of the creature's grasp. She was at the mercy of this devious giant, trapped in its merciless hands.
The creature's malicious laughter echoed through the night, resonating in Lily's ears as a haunting symphony of terror, than she saw the unthinkable right before her wide open panicked eyes. The troll´s monstrous sexual organ, green, rugged and massively grotesque, traveled right below her helpless dangling limbs. The troll just took no ceremony and swiftly deposited the panicked squirming girl on top of his endless chaff, pressing her downwards with persistence, to force her frail legs to spread outwards and all around the curvy flesh of the stiff ludicrous monster, as if she was mounting it for a giant pornographic horror ride.
The troll reveled in its sadistic game, subjecting Lily to a series of nightmarish ordeals, as his massive grasp kept holding her and force her tiny frame to slide in and out, squeezed along the veiny chaff, washing her senses with her deepest fears and disgust. It whispered her chilling taunts, promising an even worse faith for her in the next minutes, the words slicing through her consciousness like knives. The air within the giant commanding hands grew suffocating, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
As the nightmare reached its crescendo, Lily summoned a flicker of courage from the depths of her being. A surge of determination coursed through her veins, driving her to fight back against the clutches of the devious giant troll.
With a burst of defiance, Lily paddles like crazy and fought against the overwhelming strength of the creature's chaff and fingers grip. She wriggled and squirmed, using every ounce of her willpower to pry open its fingers. Slowly, inch by inch, she managed to create a small opening, allowing a sliver of freedom within the oppressive prison of the giant's hands.
Summoning her last reserves of strength, Lily seized the opportunity and slipped through the narrow gap, tumbling down towards the forest floor. Gasping for breath, she lay on the ground, her body trembling with exhaustion and relief. The nightmare began to fade as fast as it had impose on her, and she found herself back in the safety of her own bed.
Lily's eyes fluttered open, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in her surroundings. She clutched at her racing heart, feeling the residual fear slowly dissipate.
In the early morning Lily was still very affected by her vivid nightmare and she end up telling young Sophie about it, but since the youngest daughter had no troubles in her past nights, she managed to calm down her middle sister and bring her back into their joyful holyday spirit.
The fourth day was all spent on a long adventure, kayaking across a beautiful big stream, that revealed several surprising landscapes as they slowly cruised along, only stopping at noon for a short picnic the agency guide swiftly arranged for them on a small island filled with flowers and birds.
On the fourth night, after a very fun post-dinner board game session, Sophie's dreams were the ones invaded by a nightmarish scenario, that sent shivers down her spine. She found herself trapped within the inevitable ancient woods, a dense fog obscuring her vision. The air grew heavy with an eerie stillness as she wandered deeper into the forest, a sense of impending dread tightening around her.
Sophie was the only one of the four females in the cottage who managed to guess what was going on, since her middle sister Lily had already narrated her own nightmare, so the panic she felt downed on her like a dagger, leaving her shaking uncontrollably, than causing her to fall to the ground and let her bladder stream a thin yet unstoppable flow of piss, enhancing her helplessness by abundantly flooding her tight knickers
Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath her prostrated body, and the giant troll emerged from the shadows, its monstrous form looming over her. Its malevolent eyes fixated on Sophie´s tiny face, a sinister grin spreading across its grotesque expression. In one swift motion, it snatched her up, by the waist, enclosing her within a colossal belt of monstrous fingers.
Sophie's heart raced as she struggled against the troll's unforgiving grip, but its fingers were like a prison, unyielding and merciless, raising her high as both her arms and legs dangled like rags in the void. The creature reveled in her helplessness, already surrendered to his whims, even before imposing any torment on the 15 year old. Relishing in the terror it inflicted so early upon her. Its grip tightened around her frail waist, crushing her spirit with each passing moment.
Within the giant's hands, Sophie was subjected to a horrifying ordeal. His was taken into its giant mouth and despite the giant´s fingers remaining around her to dangle at his mercy, her whole legs were plunged in the grotesque moisty prison, opened and eager to taste her, as if the monster knew she had a special treat for him draining downwards along her delicate legs
An impossibly powerful suction imposed on her lower limbs, sucking continuously on Sophie´s surrendered legs, tasting every tiny speck of the teenager´s salty specks of piss that soaked her from inside her knickers until her little feet. She was about to faint, so overwhelming it all became but as the storm of suction managed to pull her little panty that started sliding down along her legs, she suddenly felt a jolt of adrenaline amidst the full panic mode.
Within the depths of her nightmare, Sophie summoned a glimmer of courage. She refused to succumb to the clutches of the troll, fighting against the weight of its grasp and squirming her frail legs against the insides of the grotesque mouth. With sheer determination, she pushed against its tongue and lips, struggling to free herself from its lascivious grip.
As her resolve intensified, a surge of energy coursed through Sophie's body. With one final, desperate push, she managed to break free, slipping through the narrowing gap between the troll's fingers. She fell to the forest floor, gasping for air, her heart pounding in her chest.
As the nightmare dissipated, Sophie awoke in her bed, her body drenched in sweat. She clutched her thighs, and checked her knickers, dry and fit along her perfect little ass shapes, feeling the remnants of the troll's grip fade away.
On the fifth day of their holiday, Sophie mustered up the courage to confide in her older sister, Lily, about her harrowing nightmare. The weight of the shared experience hung heavy in the air as Sophie recounted the details of her dream, realizing that it closely mirrored Lily's own encounter with the giant troll.
As Sophie spoke, a sense of trepidation settled between the sisters. The realization that they had both been subjected to the same nightmarish torment filled them with an unsettling mix of fear and curiosity. It was as if the giant troll had invaded their dreams, its presence extending beyond their individual experiences.
As they whispered in hushed tones, Sophie and Lily shared the vivid details of their dreams. They described the giant troll's monstrous presence, the suffocating grip of its colossal hands, and the chilling torment it inflicted upon them. The common threads woven through their nightmares amplified their unease, creating a deep sense of foreboding.
The sisters huddled together, seeking solace and reassurance in their shared vulnerability. They exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and understanding. The knowledge that they were not alone in their nightmares intensified their anxiety, for it suggested a sinister force at play, one that reached beyond the boundaries of their individual subconsciousness.
As they grappled with the weight of their shared secret, Sophie and Lily vowed to support one another, to be the source of strength when the darkness threatened to consume them. Together, they hoped to unravel the mysteries that lingered within their dreams, to confront the lurking presence of the giant troll and reclaim their peace of mind.
But beneath their determination lay a lingering fear, a fear that their nightmares were more than mere dreams, that the giant troll may be more than a figment of their imagination. It was a fear that whispered of an impending danger, an unknown force that sought to invade their reality.
What all of them failed to notice was that escaping the troll revealed itself to be easy, too easy, even for a dream, specially in a very bad dream as the one each girl had. they could not imagine how devious the giant troll was and how he weaved his cunny ruse by allowing them an easy escape from his dream invasions and torments.