The Writers' Circle

She looked around her in the still of the night.  She was standing alone, outside a large, dark building.  She was naked.  As her head turned, her eye's swept the area around her.  She knew she was being watched.  Then she saw it, a large, unblinking, perfectly round eye, magnified and distorted as though viewed through the bottom of a glass.  Below the eye was a long, thin phallic protrusion, with a gaping black hole at the end.  As she stared with awed fascination the protrusion seemed to come alive.  It swayed in the air like a snake, twisting back and forth, and then started to move towards her from the upstairs window of a house on the opposite side of the square.  It's twisting, sinuous movements brought it ever closer, as it twisted and turned through the branches of the trees.  She tried to move her hands to cover her nakedness, but they would not move.  The serpentine object was now about six inches in front of her face and as she watched, transfixed, the black hole expanded.  Suddenly the large distorted eye appeared at the end.  It blinked once.  She swallowed, desperately trying to clear her throat to scream, but she could not.  She flinched as the eye swayed drunkenly in the air before her, then slowly moved down.  She shivered as the deathly-cold reptilian thing touched the flesh of her right breast, gently caressing the nipple, which hardened to the touch.  Her mind screamed at her to run, but her feet remained firmly planted.  The thing was moving again, tracing the curve of her breast, then down across her lower ribs.  It circled around her navel, the touch still feather-light, then moved down over her flat stomach.  Her senses seemed to be super sensitive.  She was aware of a warm, oily smell that emanated from the eye, that mingled with the warm musky smell of her arousal.  She could hear a faint scraping sound as the thing moved down to the tight mass of light-brown curls, the pressure starting to increase as it continued to seek and probe her body.  As she watched the eye seemed to shudder and pull back from her.  She was mesmerised as the texture of the thing changed to resemble metal, the eye causing a bulge to travel back along its length as it withdrew.  The once serpentine thing was now cold, hard steel.  It started moving again, slowly probing its way inside her.  She shuddered at it's cold touch on her most sensitive flesh.
"Nooooo!" 
She was sat up in her bed, drenched in sweat. The duvet was lying on the floor in a discarded heap. She took a deep breath and held it, before slowly exhaling through her nose. As her heart beat slowly retuned to normal she became aware that her hands were clutched protectively between her legs.  She felt a combination of shame and fear as she moved her hands away, her fingers sticky and glistening with the wetness of her arousal.  
She grabbed a tissue from the box on the bedside table and wiped her fingers. The feeling of guilt and shame faded to be replaced by a deep anger. This wasn't the first time she had this dream, and it was getting more intimate each time. After she had showered, she went down to the kitchen and made some coffee. It was just before five a.m.; too early to be awake though she knew that she would be unable to get back to sleep again. 
It was know almost three week since the incident outside the party.