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TxM6: Laurie Fallon's Forced Dream Journal
Sex with Sir Francis Drake
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 From the Forced Midnight Journal of Laurie Fallon
Sunday, May 17, 1992; Eight Months Pregnant
Laurie has been held captive by Abel and Lilith
for two months. On June 16 she will give birth
to a daughter she will name Molly on Bloomsday.



I.

Abel fucks Laurie dreaming he is Sir Francis Drake. Laurie dreams Drake
into her subconscious mind and lives with Drake on the high seas. Laurie
fucks both men. Imagine sex as a mirage.

The passage from sociopath to a man more fully sane begins for Abel. Christ
Tina sets it in motion. Or does she?



Sir Francis Drake 1540-1596

Drake, an English naval hero and explorer, was the first man to
circumnavigate the world (1577-1580). He was also vice admiral of the fleet
that destroyed the Spanish Armada (1588).

Sir Francis Drake dies January 28 of the plague aboard his ship near the
town of Nombre de Dios in the West Indies.

Laurie Fallon lived with that traveler from her own dream. Dying also as
part of another mirage in 1598, she revives in 1964 to be born again.


FROM LAURIE'S JOURNAL:

Today is Sunday and Great Drake, the ghost of sailing ships, was naked on
my beach, turned still by the ebb of the flood, and then left to rot
immobile, and forever like an incorporeal stare.

As a photograph, Laurie's fornicating mouth made this all very clear.
Laurie preferred the top, and she swam off the waves. The cliff was
precious and steep when viewed from the ocean. She sucked cocks and let the
spew of the semen coat her dress leaking down on her hands. She was wet
with desire. She was at peace. He came with a perfect grace lifting her
legs
she danced on his dick evermore.

Pumping legs over leg flapping at the deep black bottom of the wave, Laurie
played with her sweet wet cunt, waking half way and then falling back to
sleep, pretending to dream.

Half way through the dream, she would jump up and type into that strange
green terminal word processor that Abel had rigged up for Laurie to record
every fucken word as she said and he demanded.

If she didn't write well, Laurie received nothing to eat. If she didn't
write at all, she was beaten with a whip and allowed no water.



Eight months pregnant Laurie complied
Kidnap Victim she planned to survive

Dream Continues: pulled down, Laurie strayed. Falling, she swallowed the
surface, resisting the roar of the push and pull of tide over, inside
bliss.

Waves made the ride splendid resting on the sand, naked, back dug inside
like clams split open; her fingers roll the sand, as she turned, her face
hidden, hair like an acre of sea weed covering the mast and replacing the
long rotten sails, like skin flayed, and skull emptied. Laurie remembered
the videotapes Abel played of two of the women Lilith murdered. She
strangled them but never completely. She left them to suffer as she cut
their cunts apart. As they scream, Lilith tightened the bounds that held
them in place. When they by shock or fear became unconscious, she made Abel
wake them.

Laurie became obsessed with Drake. She wanted him. Abel found that sexual
fascination, and it was sexual, compelling evidence that the stress was
turning Laurie into a more complete victim. Lilith would be pleased.

Watching Laurie masturbate as she sang Drake's name, Laurie would flail at
the walls and shake in a trance. She begged Abel for pictures of Drake.
Abel brought them. She asked Abel to fuck her pretending to be Drake. He
complied, and when she

Cum again lively with Abel inside her, Abel felt the baby in womb move.

Laurie sang Drake and then Abel's name every day. Abel became smitten by
the display of raw passion.

When Laurie said Drake's name, her mouth pursed, allowing hands to tenderly
stroke the inside of her thighs. When he strayed, as he did, she stopped
him. "Only so far," she smiled, pushing his hand up. Abel assuming Drake's
position made sure his large thick cock hurt Laurie. The more it hurt the
harder she came.

"It's my turn," Laurie said, turning tables, as she swallowed stern with
her twin hands, squeezing, letting go, rotating the wheel, into hand, and
then releasing, stretching the rhythm as an invented musical chant.
Ancient. Medieval.

More a black dirge, she and the organ sang. As the deep tones rolled across
Abel's mouth, her mind swept the dicks (Laurie imagined two) inside cunt
and ass. When a third cock forced pushed against the bottom of the other
two like the nape of her neck fondled, then split, she dangled from the
ridge of the stern flowing into marvelous slate gray and unkempt colors.
Each of the shades of blue matched her eyes.

Laurie feeling Drake allowed Abel's fingers to brush the top of her hair.
If Drake pushed, she'd bite his ear, or rushed at balls, cupping them. He
didn't resist. Laurie would withdraw allowing drake's fingers to partially
enter her cunt for a second. What puzzled Laurie was the third cock. Not a
real cock of course, Laurie realized. It was a large strap on dildo that
Lilith used to bugger Laurie in the ass.

Laurie loving the hurt drew it inside her. She begged Drake to remain the
hero. She wanted to have his children. She called Drake Henry. She called
Abel Drake.

Drake couldn't stay, or perhaps he took possession of the coast brushing
back the mouth. Drake had been dead for several hundred years and the
Spirit Christ Tina that Laurie created brought Drake with her to make the
mariner service the wench.

Laurie struck back, forced Abel's or was it Drake's hand. Gently and
consistently Laurie fingered the clean lines of her inner thighs. With each
stoke she opened her legs wider until at the nth wave or nth stroke, almost
delirious Laurie briefly struck the beach. She was free. Liberated, she
lived briefly with Drake in London. She stood at his side when Elizabeth
praised his heroics. She watched him die of the plague, but didn't suffer
it for she was not material in 1596.

I will not die until my child is born Laurie screams at Abel while she
fucks him and kisses Drake.

Pushing Drake's head into her tits so he could absorb the dark hole of a
mouth, watching her pelvis rock, and the lips drip, secretly, inside her
head, tense, as Laurie pushed down, allowing her focus to clasp hold of the
sheets, and grasp the center.

Inside, as if her hull were a mouth swallowing the air, Laurie pulled in
the specter of an invisible escape. Releasing it when it threatened to
strangle her unborn child, Laurie let go, and as she did, she probed the
waves as if she were a man, or some natural presence, which is what Drake
believed, so he told Laurie just before he took his last breath.

Finally, Laurie, Abel, and Drake settled down realizing that they were
observed from the outside. Drake did not like the presence of the other
man. He told Abel that he had buggered men as a youth but found the
practice unseemly now.

Laurie didn't care who buggered her as long as Abel used his thick cock and
Drake sucked her clit.  Drawing Drake's mast to her belly once and for all,
Laurie broke free as she raced above the streets, came to the door,
knocked, and entered when she settle down, raising and lowering her bridge,
pushing inside the cock, serving his hands, as one and all of his finger
tips caught in her mouth, fucking it with two fingers, allowing his sucking
lips to gulp the elixir as a spirit flooded between their breasts. It was
warm and translucent, a figure run down the skin, over the mirror, watching
her face push upward, her eyes pushing her chin high, her back taught, then
released at once, so beautiful when it stopped, when the mirror could not
speak, just as the heart let down a final grown, pulled as a string, cut,
the cheese broken into smaller skeins, until the land could not stand the
waste, and it refused air at the top, one shriek, and Saint Faith felt
remorse afterwards, when the need stopped, and she refused it, as if it
were more pure than air, or a deadly gas, at least for a moment the push
and pull of her own fingers on her own mouths, certain as God, when the
release sucked, it banged down out of the way for a good woman and a race,
silly and defensive, just a too long day walking naked out of tense,
finally Drake and Elizabeth came and she watched Drake thrust bang her skin
with a prick so large it could barely fit Laurie, who almost wore her sex
as a saddle, leather on steel.

Mudslides cannot protect anyone from the trap marching as death for Drake
as one day cradles the morning after.

Taking pity on the sailors, I can leave soon, Henry who finally appeared in
the dream asked Abel.

"We have to, Henry insisted. "I want to build a church where Drake buried
Laurie's half crushed skull. Help me," he spoke silently, wanting to share
his fear and the walkabouts with someone. Henry had no choice. He kept them
inside. When Henry appeared Drake was lost. Drake felt foreign to himself
and as he said to Laurie, "absolutely ordinary."

"I cannot stand the man buggering you. I am too jealous. I want him to do
me. Will he," Drake pleaded.

Laurie laughed waking from her dream hugging her child belly and quickly
assembled her mental notes and wrote the entry into the terminal. Today she
would have good food. Abel served her steak and potatoes. Laurie noticed
that Abel smiled. She felt his tender hands untie her bounds. He told her
that she would no longer be forced to write. Do not tell Lilith. "Won't she
know," Laurie pleaded recognizing the change in Abel.

I might live after all Laurie smiled. Thank you Christ Tina she bowed to
the sun on the dark wall. It was midnight.








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