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If you're under 18, this is not for you; skip or erase the file. Stay in
school. Marry for love. Say no to drugs.
The following is a work of
fiction containing 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 2003, (as are the
typos, and spelling & grammar errors). Any resemblance to persons or events
living or dead or stories already written is purely coincidence. The reader
is freeand welcome to copy and circulate this file in free legal forums, as
long as this disclaimer is included and no alterations to it or the content
are made.
Hope you like it.
Monocle
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Nightmares and Visions (41-45) by
Monocle nc various caution
Short vignettes and scenes. Most have the
darker elements of nc, bond, etc.
Feedback to:
monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com Other stories from Monocle can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/
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Nightmares and Visions by Monocle
------------ 41.
The knife rests gently against my neck as a reminder
while the hand slides down my dress. Hot breath blows against my neck and
ear as fingers draw up my skirt. A distant, low voice penetrates the buzz
of fear and beat of my racing heart.
"...saw you out at the club, and I
thought so. I followed you and was sure. Knew just the alley to use..."
My skirt is now wadded up above my waist, and he traps it there with his
forearm as his fingers slide down my stomach and dig under the elastic of my
panties. I tremble and jerk as his questing fingers wind their way through
my pubic hair to cup my mound. The knife presses just a bit more to my
throat. It will cut me in a second.
"...have the right smell. I picked
you 'cause I know I'll get what I want from you."
His second and fourth
fingers spread my labia apart and his middle finger worms its way into me.
I squeak and try to back away instinctively, pressing my rear back into the
bulge in his pants, failing to evade his questing finger.
"Quiet, now.
That's a good girl. You know, any woman can be raped - taken against her
will... I've done that enough - it became boring. The I found that some
women - a very few - could be forced..."
His middle finger pushed deeper
into me then withdrew, curling up to my hood before straightening out and
sliding into me again. His whole hand kneaded my pussy gently as he did
this.
"...some women can be forced to pleasure - forced to cum. Even
when afraid...terrorized. Even when being raped."
The middle finger
slides into me and drags up along my slit. The other digits kneed me,
spread me further open.
"I learned how to tell. It's a look, partly,
but its mostly scent. You aren't common, but I can pick you out easily
now."
The finger slides deeper. It is wet now. It drags up and brushes
my emerging clit. I am trembling.
"You smell just right. Stronger now.
It may take a while, though I don't think so with how juicy you already
are. But you're going to cum right here in this alley, with my knife at
your throat and my fingers in your cunt..."
Three fingers are moving
now. They push into me and rub harder against my clit, spreading my wetness
all over my crotch. My knees are trembling as I try to pull away and
instead press back harder into his body.
"...Then, I'm going to fuck
you. Right here. Long and hard. And you're going to cum again - on my
cock. That's when I'll cum too. That's what I get off on now. Forcing a
woman to cum while I take them. That never gets boring."
His hand never
stops. I stifle my voice, afraid of the knife and of what sound might come
out if I let it. I stare ahead at the shadowed brick wall in front of me,
feeling the first stirrings of climax coming. I know he's right.
---------- 42.
The naked man jumped into the hot tub right across from
me. His nudity and maleness were equally surprising - this was the women's
side of the posh spa. I half stood in the water and shouted at him to
leave, but he ignored me. I yelled I'd complain to the management then the
police and he looked at me. I stood up to climb out. He moved quickly
then, lunging forward and grabbing my hips as I backed away from him in the
water. As I brought my arms up, he spun me around, banging my knee on the
back wall of the Jacuzzi. I winced and bent automatically with the pain.
He pushed me further forward with one hand and pulled my waist back with he
other until I slipped off the seat-ledge. I almost went under, but was just
tall enough to keep my mouth and nose above the frothing water as my knees
settled on the tub floor. Even so, I did inhale some water and sputtered as
I struggled against his grip. His hands were like clamps despite the wet.
While I was still coughing, one hand quickly shifted to my bikini bottom and
ripped it from me like paper. I barely had enough time to realize what
happened before something began poking around between my legs - his penis.
I flailed desperately then, trying to get away. After a few slippery jabs,
he yanked me backwards into the center of the tub, then took a hand and
forced my head under. I panicked, clawing for the surface, barely aware of
his cock finally finding my cleft and wedging in. My unprepared vagina
momentarily resisted the pressure of the water-wet shaft, but with a brutal
shove he sank several inches into me. The force of it propelled my head and
torso out of the water as the restraining hand went back to my hip.
I
coughed and sputtered and tried to scream. Strangled gurgling noises echoed
along the tiled walls as his hands held me. His pelvis rocked forward and
up, forcing more of him into me. He reversed momentarily, and then slammed
forward again. Each thrust pushed deeper into me, until with one last shove
his body pressed into my back. My lungs were finally clear enough to
scream, and I began to, but he shoved my head under water again after the
first sounds came out. He held me there until my air began to run out and I
panicked again, yet aware of the hard throbbing in my painfully stretched
pussy. When he finally let me up he whispered harshly into my ear that it
made little difference to him if I were breathing air or water. I tried to
beg him to stop and let me go, but was cut off by a sharp exhalation as he
withdrew and shoved home again, water sluicing in and out between our
bodies. I grunted involuntarily.
---------- 43. (42b)
He muttered
something about giving me something else to think about, withdrew and
slammed back in, then pushed me across the tub with his pole buried inside
me. He lifted me a little higher with his hands and cock. In this new
position, one of the Jacuzzi's hot water jets was aimed right where his body
intruded into mine. I froze as the forceful water added its assault to his.
He moved me slowly, carefully positioning me by feel until I couldn't help
but shriek as the worst was realized. The jet, now centered dead on my
clit, battered me with unbelievable sensations I could not escape. I heaved
and bucked my hips, desperately trying to escape from the onslaught, but
momentary relief was short-lived as he forced me back into position each
time. He held me nearly in place while slowly withdrawing his pole and then
sliding it back in again, over and over. He fucked me almost gently as the
jet played havoc with me. It was impossible not to respond; my body had no
choice against the merciless water stream. Orgasm blindsided me, coming too
fast to cope with. I screamed, not able to care whether he would in fact
drown me for making noise. The pleasure tore at me, storming on my clit as
my pussy was filled and emptied. I couldn't come down because the jet kept
pouring and pouring onto me. The pleasure became far too intense to handle,
and I lost my voice and coherence.
Then I was rising, for real, as my
attacker lifted me up and away from the torment. My body felt hollow and
used up as he pushing me up from the water with his pelvis, his buried cock
pressing as far as it could into my weakly clutching pussy. Dimly I felt
the pulsing that signaled his climax deep inside me.
I came to alone in
the steamy Jacuzzi room. I was laid out on a towel, bottomless, semen
slowly oozing from me. My torn bikini bottoms floated in the frothy pool.
----- 44.
I half-squatted over the stool bolted to the floor. I
couldn't budge my feet, which were cuffed to the stool legs, nor straighten
from my crouch because of chains running from the belt around my waist to
loops set in the cement floor. My hands held tight to the metal loop
dangling above my head. Short chains attached wrist cuffs to the loop, so I
wouldn't be able to touch my head if I tried. More chains led from each
wrist down my body, through loops in the belt, to the corners of a small
board sitting on the stool below me. Those chains were nearly taught now.
Two wooden stirrups resting on the board supported my inner thighs, taking
most of my weight.
Mounted to the board was a dildo, tall enough to
already intrude into my vagina an inch or two - too deep for me to raise
myself off it completely. Its vibrating head buzzed shallowly in my vagina,
pressing lightly into my hymen when I wasn't straining up away from it.
He'd explained it all as he set the video cameras up. I had no real lateral
movement, and couldn't lift myself high enough to dismount. I could pull
the ring to take weight from my legs if they got tired, but the only way to
escape was the key dangling about a foot over my head. That key would
unlock all the restraints and set me completely free. My clothes were piled
neatly next to an unlocked, soundproof, exit door. I could take or destroy
the cameras if I wanted - the video recording was also being transmitted
elsewhere. Of course, I wouldn't be able to reach the key until he removed
the stirrups, since they prevented the board from rising while I was sitting
on them. That meant, of course, I'd have to support all my weight with my
legs and arms if I didn't want to sit down.
He pointed to two large open
cuffs on either side of the stool, just below my open thighs. If I lowered
too much, those cuffs would close over my legs and I would be trapped. The
exit door was unlocked from the outside as well, and anyone could come in
any time. He left it up to my imagination what strangers in this part of
town might do if they happened upon a woman in my situation.
It was up
to me. I could escape any time I wanted. All it would cost me was my
virtue. There was no way for me to reach the key without stretching my arms
up - and raising the platform, forcing the dildo most of the way into me. A
small price to pay, he said, chuckling at me.
Before he left, he took
out one last thing. He called it a kind of butterfly. He tied it's soft
strings around my waist then down between my buttocks like a thong, up my
legs, outside my parted labia, up to loops inits bottom end, drawing it
flush against my pubic mound. I was confused about it until he turned it
on, sending vibrations directly onto my clit, making me shriek. He waited
for the initial shock to wear off before he took the supporting stirrups
away. I wasn't about to sit, straining as I was upward trying to escape the
intense dual buzzing of the dildo and butterfly.
I didn't notice him
leave. I couldn't think straight. I wanted desperately to escape, but my
strict, chaste upbringing made the fear of losing my virginity almost
paralyzing. The vibrations wouldn't stop, and my legs were already starting
to tremble. I found myself pleading incoherently into the camera as my
first ever orgasm took me by surprise.
----- 45.
An entire stadium
of men surrounded me; thousands of them, all masturbating mindlessly. Those
close enough to see stared at me. Those farther away stared at huge visual
displays of my face, and naked body. Entire theater-size screens were
devoted to my breasts, belly, rear andcrotch. The unseen cameras following
my every motion as I tried to find away out the small glass cubicle in the
center of a raised central dais.
Over many minutes the throng jacked off
and came. Some dribbled, some arced for long distances, until the reek of
semen penetrated even my cell. The drops, rivulets, rivers dripped off of
bodies and drained into gratings on the floor, collecting into a pungent
moat around the dais that was pumped through clear tubes to a transparent
tank that made up part of my prison's roof.
I stared as two articulated
tubes snaked down from the tank. Each ended in realistic, if transparent,
facsimile of a penis. One moved toward my head, the other down, pointing
between my legs. I backed away, holding my hands ready to ward off
potential attacks. I didn't see the third one reaching down behind me.
Without warning, a slime-coated shaft penetrated my ass. I screamed and
reached desperately behind me. It was too slipperyto grip, and it thrust
into me again and a gain, going deeper each time,until I felt a liquid surge
deep inside as it pumped spunk from the tank into my guts.
Upon
finishing, the anal invader retreated rapidly with a wet slurping noise,
eliciting a gasp from me. The phallus in front of me took the opportunity
to dive forward and fill my mouth before I could bat it out of the way. I
gagged and choked, backing up to the wall, trying to pull it from me as it
pushed past my gag reflex, momentarily cutting off my air as it lodged in
the back of my throat and ejaculated straight down my esophagus.
And no
sooner had this one pulled out than the third cock plunged into my pussy. I
tried to scrabble back up the glass wall, but my feet lost their grip on the
smooth floor, now wet with spilled seed, and I slipped, landing on my rear
with my legs slightly spread and the shaft pushing further into me. It too
went through a series of hard thrusts before shooting gouts of semen deep
inside me.
The cycle immediately began to repeat, the first shaft
snaking underneath and pushing into my anus as the last left my oozing
vagina. I couldn't hide or escape. IfI could actually catch one or two of
the tubes to hold them at bay, the third invariably found a vulnerable hole.
If I tried to block any of my entrances with hands or closed teeth, the
tubes would act in concert to distract or dislodge my protection well enough
for one to force its way back inside me. I heaved and threw up after the
several oral assaults even as my cunt was being pumped full again. I
involuntarily emptied my bowels after the pressure became to great. My
various expulsions drained through small holes in the glass floor. But
nothing I did deterred or slowed the tubes. After several "rounds", two
would attack at the same time - either coordinating or alternating thrusts.
Sometimes, all three went together, inseminating me simultaneously.
The
men watched in a zombie-like trance. Many jerked off a second or third time
as they observed my torment. Soon I gave up trying to evade. All that
mattered was getting through it. I ended up lying on my stomach, legs
spread apart, my head turned to one side, just letting it happen. My ass
and pussy filled and emptied uncountable times. I'd vomit semen, then get
more pumped down my throat. It didn't stop until the tank was empty.
When I finally came back to myself, the stadium was dark, quiet, and empty.
The screens were black, the glass walls of my prison gone - raised high
overhead. Off in the distance at the back of an upper tier of seats a small
red sign glowed "Exit"
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Nightmares and Visions (41-45) by
Monocle
Feedback to: monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com Other stories from
Monocle can be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/
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