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Part one of two. Lexi went to her counselor to talk about a bad dream she had been having. He got her to lie down on his couch, then asked her relate the dream in detail so he could analyze it properly. Lexi found it difficult at first, but the counselor offered her encouraging words and posed some questions to help jog her memory. After a while, Lexi was reliving the dream for him a bit at a time. It began with her lost in a woods and running from a mysterious masked stalker. Often she glanced warily back over her shoulder, fearful that would be chased down at any moment. Then, all of sudden, she saw an isolated house ahead of her. Running up to it, she tried the front door, found it unlocked, and stepped inside. The place was eerily dark and quiet. Stumbling from room to room, Lexi called out to the owners, hoping to seek assistance and protection from them. All she got back was the same unsettling silence. In the garage she managed one last desperate cry for help before a big figure stepped up from behind, raised aloft a baseball bat, and brought it thudding down on the top of her head. Instantly Lexi fell in a senseless heap on the floor. Over her the figure stood triumphant. It was the same one she had been trying all long to escape. Presently, Lexi had an out-of-body vision of herself lying motionless on a blanket that the figure was dragging after him down a corridor. The next thing she new, she was lying naked on a large bed, within herself one more. A night-mask covered her eyes, obscuring her vision. Each of her wrists and ankles were tied tightly to their respective bed corners with strong lengths of cord. Struggle and cry out though she may, she could neither escape or get the attention of a would be rescuer. There was no one in the house to know of her plight other than the masked figure. Rather than being moved at her distress, he stood commemorating it by taking photographs. Following that, Lexi’s dream became a full-on nightmare of depraved abuse and humiliation. First she had to endure the figure running his hands over her naked flesh. Then came the vibrator. Lexi could not see it due to the night-mask she had been XXXX to wear. Nevertheless, her body could certainly tell what it was. Despite protesting and pleading and writhing to be free, she had to endure its buzzing head pressed against her heaving breasts and nipples, then down her stomach, inside of her legs, and up to her undefended pussy. From there on in, Lexi spent a long time moaning and tensing in unwanted arousal as the figure skillfully brought to orgasm over and over.