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	If you're under 18, these stories are not for you. Don't read them. Skip or 
erase the file. If you're over 18, you can officially decide for yourself.
	The following are works of total fiction and most contain scenes of graphic 
sex of various kinds, most of which are nc, kinky, and/or downright weird. 
The actions depicted are not from or for real life.
	Content is my own (Monocle), copyright 2000, (as are the typos, and 
spelling & grammar errors), and any resemblance to persons or events living 
or dead or stories already written is purely coincidence. The reader is free 
and welcome to copy and circulate these stories within free legal forums, as 
long as this disclaimer is included and no alterations to it or the content 
are made.
	Hope you like them.
	Monocle


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Motionless (MF nc)
by Monocle (monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com)

The worst violations are perhaps the least violent
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Motionless by Monocle

	We've been almost motionless for over 10 minutes. He still looms over me on 
the bed, pinning my wrists over my head with his gloved hands. My thin 
nightdress is hiked up half over my breasts, my naked lower half partially 
covered by his black-clad body. The only parts of him I can see are eyes 
through holes in his black mask and a small patch of his dark pubic hair 
interwoven with my lighter curls where our pelvises meet. The only other 
parts of him not encased in close-fitting black cloth are his balls, resting 
heavily on my perineum, and his penis, which is buried in me as it had been 
for almost half an hour.

	His clothing must be specially designed or prepared for this..."work". 
Otherwise form-fitting, it must have a hole cut out just for his member. He 
must have had it out and hard before he started, since, after ripping off my 
panties in one quick motion it took him virtually no time to pin my arms, 
force my legs open with his body, and shove his cock in. I'd been in a deep 
sleep, and while the start of the assault awakened me, I was groggy and 
slowly fighting awake intil far too late. Full awareness struck me only when 
our bodies thumped together audibly, cutting my first scream into a gasp as 
he bottomed out inside me. Despite its size it slid in fast and sure, I can 
only assume he'd prepared himself beforehand.

	Once I caught my breath, I did scream, many times. I struggled, trying to 
worm away from him on the bed. I'd tried to claw, bite, butt and kick him. 
He was too close, pressed in between my legs where I couldn't get to him. He 
was also too strong, keeping each wrist in an iron grip, his forearms 
resting on my shoulders, preventing me from curling up at him. I cried out 
for help, then threatened him with imminently arriving boyfriends, police, 
mobsters. And then, when I realized that no help could or would come, I 
pleaded.

	My words had no effect on him. Nothing I did elicited any response 
whatsoever, even falsely brave taunts and insults. That's when I realized 
that, after his initial penetration, he hadn't moved - not at all. All my 
frantic activity had been met with absolute stillness and silence. When I 
first really looked up at his ice blue eyes, they locked with mine. He had 
been staring at me from the first, fixing his rigid phallus in me while I 
wasted my energy against him.

	The stillness was eerie. It frightened me, in some respect, more than the  
rest of my violation up to this point. I shivered, my whole body tensing and 
shuddering involuntarily. And that's when I first felt it. The invading cock 
responded to the contraction of my internal muscles with a throb I could 
feel all through my insides. My eyes widened as another of my own reflexive 
tremors yielded the same response. The organ flexed inside me, ever so 
slighty expanding and rubbing agagainst the already stuffed inner walls of 
my vagina. His eyes peered intently into mine as I forced myself not to 
squeeze him again.

	I lay quiet then, listening to myself catch my breath - I couldn't hear him 
breathe, though I saw the barest motion of his chest rising and falling. 
Breaking his gaze with effort, I looked around my spare bedroom for anything 
that might help me, finding nothing. After long minutes of physical 
stillness but rising mental turmoil I tried again to break loose, straining 
my sweaty wrists against his grip. It was to no avail. And I felt him twitch 
again, deep inside me. My own struggles triggered his reactions, my efforts 
to rebuff him giving him pleasure. I soon realized that almost anything I 
did, every sound I made, every subtle motion, caused a throb or twitch of 
his shaft. Even the most minute aspect of my violation turned him on. I 
resolved then to keep perfectly still and not give him the opportunity. I 
would deny him any stimulus.

	So we stay locked as the minutes ticked by. A few minutes ago I found my 
eyes were back to his. I tried to out-stare him, but had to look away. Even 
that caused him to throb inside me and I had to fight not to react. I have 
to be a statue, as motionless as he. It's his game with his rules, but I 
must try to play, and win.

	Though it isn't uncomfortable, his cock is big, and I feel stretched and 
very full. Another time, another man, it would be... No. Stay focused. He is 
planted fully inside me, his heavy balls resting just below my stuffed 
entrance. The fit is tight enough that my sensitive internal nerves feel 
every twitch or throb of the cock. During our silent contest of wills I even 
begin to feel the faint, steady pulse of his heart pumping blood into his 
erection.

	In the stillness I feel my skin seem to become more sensitive as it seeks 
any and all cues from the environment. I feel the soft bedsheets and pillow 
under me, the cotton-like fabric of his black outfit against my thighs and 
pubis, the leather of his gloves on my wrists. My sweaty skin dimples with 
the slight stirrings of the air around us. Inside me, even the faint 
heartbeat transmitted through his shaft seems to grow stronger until I am 
easily aware of it.

	No. Oh, God. My eyes widen when I realize he is almost certainly not 
wearing a condom. Though there's no friction in ths strange non-copulation, 
the teltale texture of latex, however thin, is absent. I barely supress a 
shudder, but cringe inside knowing that the stakes in this perverted game 
are even higher. He holds his body rock steady over and in me, betraying 
nothing, staring into my eyes.

	My fear and earlier exertions have left a layer of perspiration on my skin. 
During the long, immobile battle, I can feel it slowly bead together into 
droplets. Finally, one condenses enough to slide from between my breasts, 
down my belly. I'm ticklish, especially when nervous or anxious. I've never 
been more nervous or anxious in my life than now. The feeling of the sliding 
drop is magnified many times by my tension and extra sensitivity. I gasp and 
clench my stomach muscles, involuntarily contracting inside. I feel the 
answering throb from the cock all through my lower body and can't supress a 
moan of frustration. Then I feel another tiny jerk from the cock, and 
another. Before I can stop it, my body responds with a strong internal 
squeeze, and the cock's swelling replies seem to increase in intensity, if 
that is actually possible.

	His eyes are wider now, dilating a little, more intense. It is like they 
are trying to push into my mind as far as his cock is in my belly. Now the 
throbbing continues, irrespective of what I do or try not to do. I feel the 
subtle but strong pulsating motion push against my stretched pussy walls. I 
can't prevent my own occasional internal response, and an increasingly 
nervous sensation in the pit of my stomach tells me that what I am or am not 
doing might not matter much anymore. Without fucking, or any other overt 
motion, by his simple presence and force of will inside me, this intruder, 
this rapist, is getting off. It both amazes and frightenes me to my core, as 
I am drawn back to his mesmerising blue eyes.

	He throbs inside me as I lie helpless under him. Then I feel the organ 
swell larger, and know the inevitable. His balls shift against me as his 
testicles rise. His eyes fully dilate and still stare at me, or into me, or 
beyond me. I hear his breath catch; the first sound I can identify as being 
from him. He is on the edge. I feel his whole body tense and tremble 
slightly, the first movement outside of his cock I've felt since he first 
entered me. I try to press back away from him, sink into the mattress to 
escape. He is going to cum! He hasn't moved at all and he is all the way in 
and he is going to cum! In me! And then, as if in reaction to this 
unalterable, unavoidable fate, at the last instant my inner muscles clamp 
down of their own accord. I am mortified, but get no time to ponder my 
body's betrayal as I feel a tremor and jerk deep inside me. The cock erupts, 
shooting thick jets of cum against the entrance to my womb. Oh, God No! I 
cry out in negation and denial, even as I feel myself fill with his seed. 
The rooted cock surges and spasms over and over, squeezing its every last 
drop into me. He is mute as he inseminates me, no animal grunt or triumphal 
bellow, no sound from him at all. The only external signs he gives of his 
own long orgasm are deeper breaths, a few muscle twitches, and the brief 
narrrowing of his eyes to slits. It doesn't matter I make enough piteous 
noises for the both of us. His cock floods me with his jism. I feel the 
pressure of it deep inside as it seeks the most intimate of unions with me.

	After the quakes and tremors end, and he seems finished, he still waits, 
again motionless, for several more minutes. His breathing quiets and goes 
silent once more. Eventually I felt him subside, until his softening cock 
would slip out if we weren't pressed so tightly together. My inner muscles 
keep contracting, trying, I tell myself, to push out the invader now that 
there may be a chance. His eyes never leave mine. I feel them still burn 
into me when I finally close mine and can keep them closed. Then, in a 
hearbeat, his weight lifts from me and I am empty and alone. Finally free, I 
still can't move against the weight of his memory. My skin cools in the 
night air, and I feel his cum begin to dribble slowly out of me. He is gone, 
but he will be staying forever.


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