I rarely have what I would call nightmares.  But I do have strange and disturbing dreams.  This night was one of those nights.  It started out with me in bondage, naturally.  A situation that only became recurrent since I'd met Lisa.  I was naked and draped over the back of that awful smoking chair of Lenny's, my ankles tied to the back legs of the chair.  And Lenny was in the chair, smoking one of those foul cigars of his and blowing the smoke up into my face.  A ball-gag in my mouth kept me from spitting in his face.  Then to my side, Maleficent appeared in a puff of smoke, dressed as she was in the movie.  And next to her, my daughter, wearing nothing but a strap-on.  They circled around behind me to my well-exposed ass.  With a spark from her hand, the witch made the strap-on grow.  Instead of Annabelle inserting it in my ass, it grew until it entered of it's own accord.  And started slithering it's way through my body.<br/><br/>"Don't look at me.  She's your spawn," Lenny said, with another puff of smoke into my face.  Oh, how I hated that man.  I tried to head-butt him, but he was just out of reach.  He smirked and blew another puff of smoke into my face.<br/><br/>By that point, the strap-on had grown to the point that it had come up my throat and was poking against the ball-gag in my mouth. Finding no exit in that direction, it retreated rapidly through my body, setting off convulsions not unlike a series of orgasms.<br/><br/>With a sharp gasp and a large intake of air, I woke up.  With a hand over my eyes, I took a cautious peek at who was playing with my clit.  I let out a sigh of relief when I realized it was Lisa.  I rolled over on top of her, smothering her in my breasts as I murmured, "You don't know how glad I am to see you!"