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	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. 
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	Monocle


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  |>*< |   Nightmares and Visions (21-25)
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  (O) o    Short vignettes and scenes. Most
  /  >     have the darker elements of nc,
|  ~~     bond, etc.
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Nightmares and Visions by Monocle

Some time ago, I started receiving strange, short e-mails from anonymous 
addresses by parties unknown. I really have no idea who sends them, or if 
they are from a single individual or not.  Most of subjects read only "my 
nightmare" or "A dream I didn't tell to my husband" or "Vision Number 3". 
They all start with little or no pre-amble, often don't really end, and are 
almost all in first person. Collecting them together like this reminds me of 
Suki's or Davis' "Images".

21.

	He finally noticed me! Asked me out - dinner and a movie. It was great! 
After, we went for a drive to look over the city. His convertible was a kick 
to ride in the warm night. Naturally, we got to kissing, then petting. I was 
so excited when he touched my breasts for the first time. When he sucked 
them, I thought I'd die. When his hand moved from rubbing my belly to 
sliding under the waistband of my skirt, I grabbed at it, but he just sucked 
harder on my nipple and rubbed the other with his other hand. I let him go.

	He touched me through my panties. I was so wet! His fingers tickled me all 
over down there I moaned into his hair. My hips moved into his fingers. And 
then his fingers slipped around my panty legs and his fingers touched me. I 
squeaked and came, shuddering against him.

	Breathless and dazed from my orgasm, I automatically raised my hips, 
letting him pull my skirt and panties down my legs. Suddenly, I was naked 
save for my sandals, reclined all the way back in the convertible's spacious 
seat. He was too! Yet somehow he'd always managed to be touching me on the 
breasts or pussy with his fingers or mouth. This was farther than I'd gone 
before or ever wanted to go, but it felt so good! I didn't know how (or if I 
wanted) to stop.

	Then, his mouth was licking between my thighs, nibbling on my clit, snaking 
his tongue into my pussy. The new feelings came so fast and so intense I 
thought I was going insane! I suppose I just did what came naturally with 
the hard penis pointing down over my face. First I brushed it with my 
fingers, then kissed it. Before I knew it, I was taking it in my mouth, 
sucking and licking it like a hot popsicle stick. My hands found his ribcage 
as his massaged my thighs, coaxing them to open wider. I screamed around his 
cock as he brought me to a second orgasm with his tongue. My reflexes must 
have taken over then, because I remember swallowing repeatedly as his salty 
cum spurt down my throat.

	The cock and tongue left me, and I sighed, eyes closed. What an amazing 
night! Then I felt him between my legs, hips pushing at my thighs, hands on 
my waist pulling me forward on the seat. Hardness poked at my open, soaked 
pussy. My eyes shot open to see his happy, eager face smiling down at me. I 
started to protest, but he lowered his mouth to my breasts and started 
sucking earnestly on them. I arched into him at the sensation, the motion 
pushing my pussy onto his shaft. At this seeming invitation, he slammed into 
me in one stroke, tearing my hymen and burying his bone fully in me before I 
could push him away. I screamed into the night air. For a few wild 
heartbeats he held in me, then started thrusting his cock in and out of me 
rapidly, forcefully. I tried to scream again, but all that came out were 
grunts and groans in time with his jabs. Pleasure drowned pain quickly, but 
I couldn't get a word between gasps as to whether I wanted him to stop or go 
harder. I didn't know what I would have said had I the opportunity. I'd 
never been so scared, nor felt anything so good in my life!

	I came a third delirious time as he fucked and sucked me. All of my muscles 
strained as I writhed and bucked up into him. Then, as my arms and legs and 
vagina squeezed him tight, I felt him stiffen and swell inside me. He came 
again. This time his cum pumped deep into my newly opened pussy. Oh God!

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22.

	It's pitch dark - I think I'm blindfolded. Someone is fucking me. His 
weight presses me down onto a soft, giving surface. My arms are held above 
my head, wrists locked together in one huge hand. My thighs are splayed wide 
around trunk-like hips. His thrusts are hard, steady, and deep. Either I am 
wet, or he has used lubrication, since he slides in and out of me easily 
despite his girth. I protest but receive no response. He fucks me until, 
without warning, he slams his cock all the way in and cums. He holds rooted 
in me while his cock throbs and erupts. I feel the warmth and pressure of it 
spread deep inside me. Through the horror washing over me, I nevertheless 
feel a tiny bit of relief. At least it's over.

	I'm wrong. After the last spurting throb, the still hard cock pulls most of 
the way out... and rams back in. The semen acts as additional lubrication 
along my stretched pussy walls as he continues to hold me and fuck me. The 
rhythm and forcefulness seem identical to the first time. There's an almost 
mechanical precision to it. I begin to wonder if it is a machine rather than 
a man fucking me. After some time, the cock buries itself all the way and 
cums again. It feels just like before. And, just like before, as soon as it 
finishes, it begins again. The veined shaft rubs back and forth under my now 
erect clit...

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23.

	I moaned as the vibrations increased in intensity once more. Through 
blurred vision I saw my own reflection in the mirror mounted before me. Of 
course I hadn't moved from when I was first awakened unknown time ago by the 
powerful buzzing of the dildo in my pussy; the arm and leg restraints made 
sure of that. I remained spread-eagled between two crossed steel poles, 
manacled and locked to them at the wrists, upper arms, ankles and middle 
thighs.

	The third pole of gleaming metal rigid between my pried-open legs was 
topped with a fake cock I'd not yet seen because it was always buried in me 
to the hilt. Even with its tremors reduced to near nothing, it was 
impossible to ignore. Its thickness stretched my inner walls unnaturally, 
while its head pressed up hard against the end of my passage. The shaft was 
not true to life - abnormal bumps and nubs pressed against my flesh, from my 
splayed labia inward. A finger-like flange curled up from the base, pressing 
a soft, bumpy pad against and around my clit. Another flange of a different 
shape curled behind me. I couldn't that one in the mirror, but I certainly 
felt it stretching and pressing just into my anus. When I first awakened I'd 
struggled valiantly to dislodge any part of the device from me, all the 
while screaming, threatening, cursing, and finally pleading for it to stop. 
Nothing changed. Every motion of mine; every pulse and vibration of the 
dildo transmitted instantly deep into my pussy, tickling and poking my clit 
and ass as well.

	I stared vacantly at myself as my breath came quicker. My sweat-soaked 
curls dangled limply down my shoulders and breasts, where my breathing and 
erratic head movements caused the locks to brush my achingly hard nipples. 
I'd long ago lost the energy to keep from doing that.

	In only a little while - it seemed shorter each time - I was whining and 
panting with rising sexual fever. My hips used their limited freedom of 
movement to grind down around and against the untiring pulsating invader. I 
felt another inevitable orgasm approaching and fought it instinctively, 
knowing I would fail as always. My resistance diminished each time, and each 
time I succumbed sooner, welcoming the release and thrill of climax. I 
watched myself tighten and shake in my restraints, staring into my own eyes 
as my gasps and cries accompanied my inner contractions. My pussy muscles 
squeezed and milked the pliable body of the violently trembling dildo. Each 
orgasm seemed longer than the last, and I shuddered and cried incoherent 
profanities until I ran out of breath and went limp in my bonds. Finally, 
the dildo slowed, but did not stop. It never stopped, always keeping up a 
faint hum as if I would forget its presence otherwise.

	In the mirror I watched droplets of my own freely flowing juices slide down 
the pole that pressed the horrific, exquisite device into my womanhood. 
Other droplets echoed them, from the beads of sweat trickled down my skin to 
the tears leaking once again from my eyes.

	Minutes passed, the dildo remaining quiescent. The lull continued and I 
began to wonder what, if anything was next. Then, I felt familiar tingles 
between my legs and braced myself, automatically looking down. But this time 
it wasn't the machine starting up - it was I! My hips rocked of their own 
accord, alternately pressing down and pulling a fraction back on the weakly 
vibrating shaft in an effort to increase stimulation. Desperately, I fought 
to control myself, to re-conquer my mutinying body. I forced myself still, 
ignoring the itch between my legs by sheer force of my eroding willpower.

	The dildo shuddered to life once more...


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24.

	All I could do as my climax waned was stare at the screen. The picture 
monitor labeled "Internal Scan" showed clearly through the glass of the 
adjacent control room. It showed my insides, live, in the moderate 
resolution black-and-white of an advanced sonogram. The appendage was 
already several inches into my vagina, making slow, steady progress deeper. 
It wasn't the two-centimeter shaft I stared at. The bulbous tip at its front 
end held my terrified attention. The small egg-shaped outline, held firmly 
by three tiny fingerlike appendages, was pushed further into me with every 
rasping breath. I could make out few details inside the shape, but the 
telltale fluctuations indicating of a tiny, rapidly beating heart were 
frighteningly clear.

	I blinked and grunted a number of times as another orgasm took me, dragging 
my mind back into the intense stimulation I was being subjected to. Every 
part of my body that could be sexually aroused was subject to attack. 
Strange devices/organs suckled my nipples, stroked my breasts and neck, 
rubbed my legs and stomach, and licked, tickled and buzzed my pussy, clit 
and ass. I had fought it at first, but I couldn't block the unending, 
overwhelming sensations, and one orgasm after the other was forced upon me. 
Now I was cumming helplessly at intervals of only a few minutes.

	I'd had a hard enough time looking at the disgusting things attached to me 
and clinging to my sensitive skin, but couldn't bear the sight of what 
rested between my widely spread legs. The control room, for that's what it 
must have been, was the only escape for my eyes. The people in it never 
reacted to my cries and pleas, concentrating on their unknown tasks. The 
screen had captured my attention as soon as I'd figured out what it was, and 
I'd watched with terrible fascination my interior reactions to the 
onslaught. It had shown strange tendrils snake in and out of me, tubes 
injecting viscous liquids, and the ecstatic convulsions of my body in 
response. Now the screen showed my inner muscles spasm around the shaft and 
its egg as they sunk still deeper into me.

	The thing pushed into the end of my passage, and I saw and felt it all. 
With increasing horror I watched the egg pivot slightly at the end of the 
shaft. The pressure inside changed as it began pressing on my cervix. The 
next climax took me by surprise and I screamed hoarsely as my contracting 
muscles seemed to be pull the egg deeper into me. I could actually see my 
innermost barrier thin, stretch and open as the egg forced its way through. 
My orgasm continued unabated, mixing indelibly with the terror of watching 
the egg push fraction by fraction into my womb. And then it was in.

	I heard a roaring in my ears and my vision tunneled. My dimming sight 
centered on the viewscreen, which showed the small grips release the egg and 
draw back into the shaft. It's cargo deposited, the shaft slowly withdrew 
from my womb, which closed behind it. I barely felt my climax subsiding and 
the shaft pulling out of me. I didn't register the slowing and stopping of 
my sexual torment. The last thing I saw was the screen showing tiny alien 
heart beating in its new home. Then everything went black.

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25.

	I had failed to kill the dragon. Now I stood paralyzed and naked in his 
lair. My charmed shield smoldered, broken, yards away. My armor lay in 
shreds scattered across the chamber, and the shards of my enchanted sword 
glittered at my feet.

	The great red-scaled beast looked down at me. Narrow yellow eyes held me 
standing motionless. He lowered his head and serpentine neck toward me. His 
head was twice the size of a human's. His wide jaws would decapitate me in 
one snap, and I couldn't even close my eyes to avoid watching my death 
approach. But the bite never came. Instead, a long forked tongue slithered 
out and danced in front of my face. Then again over my shoulder. Then 
repeating all around me. The beast was smelling me. I first felt my blood 
run cold when he lowered between my legs. He snorted, and his hot breath 
almost burned my thighs and legs. The near passage of the long tongue ticked 
my skin and raised gosebumps.

	Suddenly he reared back, spread his great wings, and gestured with his two 
small forehands. I floted up above the floor. The dragon's fingers twirled 
and I spun in the air, now hanging upside down, still frozen. More gestures 
and my legs spread apart. I looked at him as I dangled and saw a monstrous 
cock emerging from the scaly folds of his abdomen.

	I tried to scream but only stragled sounds camed from my mouth. I couldn't 
believe what was about to happen. Being eaten alive would be an easier death 
than being ripped apart by that enormous, horned weapon. I silently, 
deperately, prayed  to my goddesses for help.

	Something nudged my sex. Surely not the dragon who still stood yards away. 
Unable to turn my head, I couldn't be sure what was touching me. I sensed 
nothing else on or near my body; only unmistakeable feeling of my outer and 
inner lips being spread apart and something sliding deep into my womanhood. 
It felt like a long, stiff shaft, but had no heat.

	The monster's head lowered towards me and I felt the tongue dance across my 
thighs and cleft. His hot breath caressed my skin - and blew inside me. I 
realized that some kind of magic opened me like this.

	He snorted and raised his head. I looked at his cock. It was fully erect 
now, over two feet long and over a hand wide. Its scales and horns were an 
even angrier red than the rest of the dragon's hide. The organ throbbed and 
grew stillmore as I watched. Then it erupted.

	A thick stream of semen shot from the dragon-cock and arced high through 
the air. It peaked and then fell downward, toward me, toward my open sex. I 
heard and felt the hot liquid pour into me. The magically guided stream of 
jism was perfectly aimed. Every drop of it pouerd right into me. I felt it 
hit my deepest recesses and fill me from the bottom up. A second jet of 
semen followed the first, filling me the rest of the way. A third splattered 
right on target and I overflowed, hot dragon cum leaking down my front and 
backsides.

	Something deep inside me fluttered and relaxed. Then I felt my outer lips 
slowly press closed. Some semen was exeplled out of me, some pushed further 
in. I felt the magic release my insides and reverse, pressing me closed, bit 
by bit, from the outside in. A small drool of spunk continued to ooze out, 
but most if it was forced deeper inside, into my magically opened womb. I 
let out another desperate stifled scream as a terrifying name and image from 
the collective memory of my people entered my mind and refused to leave. 
Dragonspawn.

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Nightmares and Visions (21-25)
by Monocle

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