Krista: Bad dreams are sometimes real
By atfristdawn and darklordmenchi

*Mature content warning
*© Keira Morrison/ atfristdawn and Darklordmenchi 2013
*Dedicated to Grabmysocks for her birthday


Krista had fallen asleep as soon as her head had hit the pillow. It had been a long and rough day for her and she was happy to see it end; in fact, the highlight of her day had been when she had lovingly pulled on her pink and grey diamond patterned thigh-high night socks and clambered into bed, she loved those socks of hers, they were so comfy and kept her warm during the cold winter’s night.

Seconds before she had closed her eyes, Krista thought that she had heard a noise; it wasn’t anything she could place but quickly dismissed it as something outside that had nothing to do with her. Closing her eyes for the first and last time, Krista fell asleep and began to dream.

Her dream was a weird one, she had had weird dreams before but this one was really weird; it was as if she were lying on a sea of people that were as comfortable as her bed, and somehow, without moving, the people beneath her were reaching up towards her with dark blue hands. The first hand to reach Krista’s body wrapped its fingers around her wrist with a gentle certainty which was immediately followed by three other hands; the first of the three hands followed suit with the first by taking Krista’s other wrist in its grasp while the other two took her ankles for themselves.

The hands holding Krista’s wrists and ankles were oddly cold, Krista could even feel the icy fingers of the hands holding her ankles through her favourite long warm socks. It didn’t feel right. Unconsciously, Krista’s body attempted to turn away from the unnaturally cold blue hands…

Not realising that she hadn’t turned away from the icy grip of the hands, Krista felt the cold around her wrists and ankles grow colder, so cold that it almost began to hurt. In her unconscious state Krista moaned an unintelligible moan to demand the hands leave her alone, her moan sounded far away, weak and obstructed. In her dream Krista attempted to lick her lips and wet her mouth before she spoke again but her tongue was unmoving as if some unseen force were holding it back… Krista tried to speak again and was again met by failure; she tried to move to no avail… and now she was all too aware that the cold hands had begun to sting her ankles and wrists with their icy grips.

All at once Krista jerked her unmoving body, called out to the hands through her uncooperative mouth and opened her eyes…

The full moon was shining through Krista’s thin curtains, illuminating the room and giving Krista a clear view of the ghost-like blue hands surrounding her. Just like her dream the hands had come through her bed as if the mattress were made of people reaching up towards her, it was a scary sight and now there were more than just the four hands which were holding her down. There were now three other hands; two at either side of her chest which were unfastening and pulling away her bra and the final third between her thighs which was reaching down towards her panties.

Krista began to scream but her mouth was full and obstructed by a long thick sock that she couldn’t push out from between with her tongue because of its mass. Moaning in vain, Krista jerked her body back and forth and up and down against the cold blue hands which were continuing to undress her…

With her bra gone and discarded off to the side of the bed, the two hands flanking her chest reached down to Krista’s breasts. The first hand cupped Krista’s perfect breast with its sharp cold palm which sent a spike through Krista’s senses as the other pinched the nipple of her other breast. Krista tried to ignore the hot flush that coursed through her body that contrasted with cold of the hands which were assailing her as they deftly teased her sensitive body. A moan escaped through the sock in her mouth that she hated herself for making…

The last hand, the third hand between her legs had since began to grip Krista’s panties and pull them midway down her thighs; Krista closed her eyes tightly and moaned again through the sock as the cold fingers caressed and probed the warmest and wettest area of her body… almost all of Krista wanted to believe that she was still asleep and know that the assailing hands were nothing but a dream, a horrible nightmare… but as the fingers of the third hand continued to find its way around and finally inside her body, a small part of Krista’s mind was thankful that she could experience the pleasurable torture… she moaned again and rocked her body in time to the cold and satisfying fingers within her.