Dangers of the Dream

***Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction, not intended to reflect any real people or places in any way. It is also a work written solely for the enjoyment of myself and others over the age of 18; it is written with no intent to use the characters created by Robert Jordan in a manner that infringes upon their copyrights. This work does not pretend to be anything more than what it is, a totally non-canon, non-profit reimagining of a certain scene in Mr. Jordan's book. With that said, enjoy.***


The Tower, as always, stood empty. It never failed to send a chill running through Egwene’s spine; in the waking world, the White Tower was always bustling, servants darting this way and that, Warders flowing down hallways on some errand or other, Aes Sedai making their stately way along. It was a center of power, and as such, was never empty for long.

Tel’aran’rhiod, though, had none of these people in it. In the dream, the hallways were silent except for the echo of her own sturdy shoes on the floor tiles. This was not the first time Egwene had been here, nor would it be the last; it never got any less eerie, though.

After the meeting with Elayne in the Heart of the Stone earlier, she’d wished to check up on some things Moiraine had recently shared with her. According to the Aes Sedai, the bottom levels of the Tower held more than just a store of ter’angreal. What else they held, exactly, Moiraine had refused to say, but Egwene was sure that any knowledge of the tower would be helpful, now that Elaida was in control.

So, she’d decided to sneak out, as she did nearly every night. The Wise Ones had her on a short leash, but it had grown a bit lax, of late; she thought nothing of the outing. Clad in the same sensible wool dress as she always used on these visits, she paced the dark hallways, a globe of soft yellow light hanging over her shoulder.

So far, she hadn’t found a thing. The halls were exactly as she remembered.

Or were they? Leaning closer to the plastered wall, she thought she could see a seam. She ran a finger over it, and was sure. Was it just a crack? Well, there was only one way to find out. Taking a breath, she prepared to embrace saidar.

Suddenly, the hallway around her was filled with blinding white light. She reached for saidar instinctively, but found nothing. Not a shield in her way, just … nothing. She could no longer sense the True Source!

With a yell, she threw herself backwards, only to collide with what felt like a steel wall. Before Egwene could move again, arms snaked around her, impossibly powerful arms that were covered in fur. She didn’t need to see any more; with a bloodcurdling shriek, she began thrashing in the Trolloc’s grip, kicking her heels back into its legs, writhing her body to try and work free. The Trolloc laughed, a harsh, booming growl directly over her head, and suddenly she was pitched forward, onto the hard-packed dirt.

Dirt? She thought dazedly. Wasn’t I just … Clearing her head, she focused on the image of the hallway as it had been. This wasn’t real, this could not be real, and she knew how to banish it. Focusing as hard as she could, she opened her eyes, knowing she would find herself back where she had began.

A bonfire blazed in front of her, situated in a deep firepit. A dirt clearing surrounded by trees was lit a sickly orange from the flame, and it was filled with snarling Trollocs. This was impossible. How could she not be breaking free?

Before she could close her eyes to try again, her hair, so dark brown as to be nearly black and already shining with sweat from the nearness of the blaze, was grabbed by a mailed fist. Egwene moaned in fear as she was pulled up onto her feet, to face a giant, wolf-headed Trolloc, its snout covered in dirty brown fur, its eyes all too human in the monstrous face. Razor-sharp teeth glistened as it spoke in a spitting growl.

“Human girl wander astray. Girl wandered too far; now Nerlg has his fun.” Somehow, the wolf’s lips split into a grin. “Then Nerlg’s fist has fun.”

Egwene sputtered out, “No –“ before she was smacked across the face, sending her sprawling back onto the packed dirt. Through the ringing in her ears, she could hear shouts and snarls rise into cheers and cruel laughter. Weakly, she crawled across the ground, away from the fire, away from the laughter, but Nerlg’s unmerciful hand closed around her neck, and hoisted her back to him. His other, tipped with claws and more of a paw than a human hand, reached around to pat her boobs hard, through her dress. She screamed and kicked, but to no avail; the claws tightened, slicing five slashes across her breast. Her skin was barely nicked; pale white shone in the firelight, and the sight seemed to throw the Trollocs into a frenzy of shouting.

Nerlg laughed once more, and then his paw tightened again; he ripped the bodice of her dress right off. Her breasts sprang out into the night air, the size of teacups, tipped with blood red nipples. Egwene stared down at her skin; this couldn’t be happening to her. But it was, and as she screamed again she felt the paw cupping them, squeezing them together hard. One of his claws dragged across her nipple, not quite hard enough to tear the skin but drawing a line of pain where it touched.

Egwene was thrown back to the dirt, holding herself up on hands and knees, but only so the claws could tear into the back of her dress. Nerlg ripped it apart from neck to tailbone, her cream-colored back coming into view. Snarling, the Trolloc took hold of her dress’s skirt, and ripped that in half, too; the entire thing, shift and all, fell off of her onto the dirt, leaving her kneeling and weeping in only her knickers. “You can’t –“ she cried again as Nerlg curled an arm around her waist, lifting her up and out of the dress’s sleeves. Held against his shoulder, Egwene felt her knickers sliced up in the same way, falling off of her crotch and wafting to the ground.

Completely naked, now, she shone with sweat. Her pale skin was a marked contrast to Nerlg’s dirt-filled fur; the only fur she had was down in the cleft of her thrashing legs, a black triangle above her pink pussy lips. Her thin, toned legs flashed in the firelight, making her struggles seem almost as an alluring dance; above Nerlg’s arm, her breasts bounced slightly with every kick. Her brown eyes were wide and wild, above her small nose and red-lipped, screaming mouth.

She was incoherent with fear now, and Nerlg was no longer laughing; with a grunt, he freed himself of his loincloth, exposing his giant brown cock. Already erect, it bounced upwards, to tap itself against one of Egwene’s buttocks; in her hysteria, she barely even noticed it.

She certainly noticed when the Trolloc put her back down facing him, though. On her knees, her face was directly in front of the wrist-thick dick, and her screams faded into whimpers. Nerlg’s paw came down to caress her face. His claws slid over her skin, not tearing, but on the brink of doing so. The wolf’s head leaned down to look into Egwene’s eyes, and Nerlg said, “If Nerlg feels teeth, Nerlg uses THESE,” giving his claws a flex.

Egwene was confused for a moment, but her questions were answered when the Trolloc grabbed her jaw, pulled it down, and thrust the dark red tip of his cock between her lips. It tasted salty and foul, and her first impulse was to twitch her head back; Nerlg’s human hand, clenching in her hair, halted her, and instead drew her forward, forcing more of his giant penis into her mouth. With over an inch already in, her jaw ached and her tongue retreated from the taste. She made whimpering noises around the cockhead, which only made Nerlg shove it in deeper. Tears leaked from her widened eyes as the Trolloc dick filled her mouth, drawing back out for a moment before plunging in deeper. Her tongue couldn’t hide, now; she moved it this way and that, trying to escape the taste, but only succeeded in licking the cock, making Nerlg growl with pleasure.

Both of his hands tightened in her hair, now, and he began fucking her face, shoving more and more of his cock in with each thrust. She gagged when it hit her throat, but it slid right past her resistance, filling her with over six inches of the shaft. Nerlg was only halfway in, but seemed content, for the moment; Egwene couldn’t breathe around his dick, and almost hoped that she’d simply choke to death.

That was not to be, however. With an animal grunt, Nerlg pulled his cock out of her, trailing spit as he did so. Egwene doubled over on the ground, gagging and spitting, trying not to vomit. She didn’t have long; Nerlg bent and hoisted her up by her legs, holding her upside down with her crotch in his face. She screamed hoarsely as she felt his long tongue slide down her legs, slobbering against the smoothness before reaching her cunt. He licked around, eliciting more whimpers from her as he tasted her pink lips, before darting inside of her. She felt horribly violated as the tongue moved inside of her; it found her maidenhead and licked that, too, before withdrawing to lick all around, exploring the crack of her ass mercilessly. It even lingered over her anus for a moment, slathering it with foul saliva.

It withdrew, then, and Egwene felt herself being turned rightside up in midair. She knew what was coming; she almost felt deadened to it, now. With only a whimper, she was positioned with Nerlg’s arms through the crook of her knees and around her back; she stared straight into the wolf’s face as it grinned salaciously. Reaching with one hand, the Trolloc positioned his cock at her entrance, rubbing it around roughly for a moment, teasing her lips and clit with his giant, bulbous head.

Nerlg rammed her down onto his cock with one powerful pull. Her maidenhead parted instantly, and she screamed with pain as her virginal cunt was stretched out, six inches of the foul penis inside of her. She looked down to see that her crotch was red from the strain, six more inches of Trolloc dick still waiting to plunge inside of her. Nerlg pulled out slightly before ramming farther inside of her, getting half the remaining length in; Egwene couldn’t stop screaming, now, as she felt herself being stretched out. In and out he brutally thrusted, until he was nearly buried to the hilt inside of her; it was as far as he could go. His cockhead was brushing against her uterus, on the verge of forcing its way through.

The Trolloc pulled his dick out almost all the way, and drooled down onto it, wetting it slick, before ramming it back in, eliciting a squeal of pain from Egwene. He began fucking her in earnest, now, shoving his stiff cock into her protesting cunt repeatedly as she writhed in his arms, her hand flailing, trying to beat him off of her. He bounced her up and down, not listening to her wails as he pounded her savagely. Egwene couldn’t even think, now; the pain was too great. Dimly she felt pleasure start to work its way into her thoughts, and marveled at it, horrified; where was that coming from?

Nerlg roared out as he increased his pace, pumping her furiously against him, licking her bouncing breasts with his flicking tongue. Suddenly, he stiffened, bringing her as far down onto his cock as he could, and then he howled as he crushed her to him. Egwene howled, too, as liquid shot up into her womb, filling her with foul Trolloc cum. Warmth spread through her belly, and now she did vomit, the bile dripping from her mouth over Nerlg’s shoulder.

The head Trolloc dropped her to the ground, his cock sliding out of her to hang, limply, over her huddled form. She drew a hand across her mouth, wiping the vomit away, as Nerlg, panting, turned to the other Trollocs, now strangely hushed.

“Nerlg done with her. She yours,” the Trolloc said, before turning and striding to the other side of the fire. Egwene lay there, cum dripping out of her stretched pussy as she struggled to think, to move, to do anything.

But it was only just beginning. Harsh laughter filled her ears as she felt hands and paws roam over her flesh, tearing shallow gashes in some places. She was lifted once more, this time onto a Trolloc who lay on the ground, his erect cock standing tall; the hands lowered her down onto that cock, her pussy stretching again as it entered her. They dropped her there, and she fell forward, her head resting against a hairy chest as the Trolloc thrust up into her, burying his giant dick inside of her cum-filled cunt. She moaned there as he fucked her, before her head was grabbed by rough hands and raised up.

In front of her was another Trolloc cock, and it was shoved into her mouth before she could draw a breath. Resigned, now, she licked it as it thrust between her lips, the taste just as foul as Nerlg’s had been. She rocked back and forth between the two dicks for a moment, the Trollocs fucking her into one another, before both stopped. She pulled her head away from the dick in her mouth, gasping, as she felt wetness slide down her asscrack. Looking behind her, she saw a goat-headed Trolloc drooling down on her, before it shoved a spit-covered finger into her anus.

She screamed at the fresh intrusion, feeling herself stretched in a much more painful way than before. She wailed out another sobbing “No!” before the goat-head whipped its dick out. Growling gutturally, it spit on the shaft and head before removing its finger from her. It replaced the finger with its cock, just as large as the others’; inexorably it pushed inside of her asshole, stretching her out as she yelled and moaned; in a moment it was inches inside of her, and began drawing back out, preparing to fuck her silly.

Her head was turned back to the front, and once more a cock was shoved inside her mouth, drowning her screams with its bulbous head. The thrusting began again, joined by the cock pistoning in and out of her anus; it felt as though the dicks fucking her pussy and ass would meet someplace inside of her, were brushing together even now. Her whimpers escalated as she was fucked relentlessly, shoved from the dick in her mouth into the cocks behind her and back. Her hands were grabbed and placed on two more gigantic penises, and she rubbed them up and down as harsh commands told her to do.

The one inside of her cunt came violently, sending more Trolloc seed shooting up into her womb; immediately, she was pulled back onto the goat-headed Trolloc, bouncing up and down on his cock as it entered her ass again and again, her sopping pussy gaping open as cum dribbled from it. Instantly, another Trolloc entered her, shoving its shaft deep inside of her as the Trolloc who had been fucking her mouth came around so he could continue. The pace never stopped; one was replaced by another. Cum spurted into her mouth, and while she swallowed as fast as she could, another cock was shoved in. The goat-head sent cum flying into her intestines, and quickly withdrew from her ass as she was shifted so that another Trolloc could enter her now-gaping anus. Vile semen shot out onto her from the Trollocs she was jacking off, covering her face, her hair, her breasts, her ass; through it all, the pace never slowed, never stopped.

Finally, the last Trolloc was done with her. She was tossed aside like a rag-doll, stretched, scratched, and bleeding from dozens of claw-marks. She could barely see anymore; she could hear the Trollocs’ guttural laughs and jeers, though, and beyond that, heard an ominous scraping sound. Focusing with her last strength, she saw a gigantic iron cookpot being dragged across the dirt, water dripping from its edges. And she saw the Trollocs, some still with their limp dicks hanging free, gathering up axes and notched swords. She picked out Nerlg, who was looking at her and sharpening an axe; noticing her gaze, the head Trolloc grinned, and howled a command to the others. He started towards her, the axe’s edge gleaming in the firelight …



With a shriek, Egwene bolted upright in her blankets. For several seconds, she didn’t know where she was; the tent was filled with books and blankets, of every size and color. A harsh light shone through the tent’s brown canvas.

Drawing a deep breath, she remembered. She was in the Waste. She was with Rand’s Aiel, in the Wise Ones’ camp. She was safe.

A rustling at the tent flap drew her still wide-eyed gaze in that direction. White-haired Amys was entering, dressed as ever in her no-nonsense algode skirt. The Wise One squatted on the floor in front of Egwene, staring at her with an unreadable expression.

“You,” she said abruptly, causing Egwene to start, “roamed the World of Dreams last night. Again. Without permission.” The Aiel woman shook her head slowly, from side to side. “Be thankful that I convinced the others that you should not be thrown out into the desert, naked but for a water skin on your back.”

Egwene gulped down air. The Wise Ones had found her! She was indeed lucky that she wasn’t being sent away; she still had much to learn. “I promise, Amys, I –“

“Be silent.” Amys regarded her with that stone-faced stare. “You were sent back to real sleep, and forced to experience one of your worst fears. Do not be alarmed,” she said, as Egwene’s eyes widened even more, “we did not peer your dreams. We were secure in the knowledge that you would punish yourself better than we ever could.” Her gaze bored into Egwene’s eyes like an unforgiving sun. “Did you?”

Swallowing, Egwene licked her lips. “Yes,” she croaked, “I think I did.” The details of her dream were already fading, but she could feel that she had been violated and frightened worse than she ever had been in her life. Her body felt as though it should be torn to pieces; she knew that there was not a mark on her, though. Within hours, nothing but the sure knowledge that it had been horrible would remain with her. She considered that the Light’s blessing. Stammering, she began to make her apologies to Amys, already scheming how to not get caught next time.