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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 free 
and 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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Squatch by Monocle Other/F 
nc bond preg

Suspended over a horny man-thing. There is only one possible outcome.

=|;-{

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A man-beast stared up at me with feral yellow eyes. Dark, reddish hair hid 
much of his brutish frame, but his face was mostly bare, as were muscular 
patches on his arms, legs and massive torso. As I hung suspended over his 
body I could only guess at his height Ð certainly very tall. His wrists and 
ankles were bound to the steel table beneath him with thick metal bands. His 
arms were pulled straight above his head, legs also straight, less than 
shoulder width apart. Between his legs, his massive uncircumcised cock 
stiffened and lengthened as his hungry gaze roamed my body.

I had no way to hide. My wrists were locked to a wide metal belt encircling 
my waist. Two rods left the belt just in front of my wrists, spreading 
forward and slightly down where they terminated in cuffs that held my legs 
just above my knees, locking them wide apart, like I was part way into a 
lewd, spread-legged squat. I couldn't see what kept the framework suspended 
in the air, but it held me rock-steady, with no swaying. My lower legs were 
free to bend at the knees, but all I could do was kick them uselessly.

My body was slick with the sweat of fear and struggling, voice hoarse from 
pleading and screaming. It was obvious what was expected to happen. The 
creature a few feet below me was now fully erect, my unprotected pussy 
positioned directly over it. His muscles bulged, body shaking with effort as 
he tried to break free - to get at me. Animal lust was plain on his 
not-quite human face. Droplets of pre-cum formed at the slit of his cockhead 
and trickled down the shaft.

A greedy almost-smile spread across his lips as the contraption holding me 
started sinking, straight down.  He looked bigger and more animal-like as I 
got closer. His cock throbbed and swelled visibly as the distance closed. I 
redoubled my useless struggles as my feet and calves brushed by his ribcage. 
I tried to dig my feet into him to stop my descent, but his surprisingly 
soft coat offered no purchase. He shook his chest from side to side, easily 
dislodging my feet, and the fur of his sides tickled my ankles and calves as 
I uselessly tried to hold him away.

My panic rose, hitting a fever pitch when the fat knob of his glans touched 
me at the center of my cleft. The slime coated tip spread my outer lips 
around it as I screamed. The beast strained below me, trying to arch upward 
as I strained back, trying to escape his touch. The head obscenely, almost 
uncomfortably, splayed my labia, and kissed at my inner lips. Then, my 
descent suddenly stopped.

The creature's angry howl chilled whatever small sense of relief the respite 
gave.  His snarling face revealed sharp canines, and a murderous glint shone 
in his eyes. I could not bear to look at him, turning to stare at the blank 
walls and ceiling. But my other senses could not help but concentrate on the 
hot pressure at the entrance to my cunt. The head trembled and jerked 
slightly as the monster below tried in vain to propel himself further into 
me.  His strong musk rose to my nostrils and I tried not to breathe through 
my nose. I closed my eyes, praying for rescue, or at least to endure, trying 
to ignore or escape outside myself from the inevitable violation of my body.

The angry, complaining growls never stopped. But after some minutes they 
lowered in pitch.  I didn't understand the change until I felt his cock 
swell and lengthen slightly, pushing a tiny bit further into me. My eyes 
flashed open and I looked down to see his animal face furrowed in lustful 
concentration, eyes and lips betraying satisfaction.

I knew to start screaming just before I felt the first jet of his cum shoot 
into me. Wad after wad of hot jism fountained into my closed passage to the 
loud, satisfied grunts of the creature. The force of his ejaculation 
injected the hot semen surprisingly deep into me. An absurd amount poured 
from his bloated balls.

Finally, after a half-dozen dry throbs, he relaxed. His body sank onto the 
table, and his cock almost left my slit, now just barely nuzzling my 
cum-oozing labia. As I tried to rise above the sick horror of his climax, I 
realized with shock that he wasn't going soft. His expression was satisfied, 
but still lustful - perhaps even more so than before. It took me just long 
enough to put two and two together.

My eyes widened and I drew breath to scream just before I heard a metal 
clank. Then I was falling. My own weight forced me down onto the shaft. No 
longer completely hard, the cock gave some and threatened to spring free 
from me, but I was not so lucky. With a sickening, oozing twitch, the head 
forced past my inner lips. The creature's spunk lubricated my inner walls, 
and I sank inch by agonizing inch onto it. It stretched me more and forced 
its way deeper into me than any man I'd ever want, lengthening and coming to 
full hardness even as I strained away uselessly. I felt, and briefly prayed 
that he would split me in two, poke his cock up through my throat, kill me 
with it. But I was not to have that easy way out.

I felt him push against something deep inside me, then my thighs pressed 
into his. We were locked together by gravity. I felt him throb powerfully 
inside me as he rumbled in satisfaction. After a minute in carnal tableau, I 
felt his leg muscles begin to flex. He was trying to use his limited range 
of motion to thrust up into me, to fuck me.

He was strong, able to lurch me upward with short, sharp arching of his 
back. Soon he was bouncing me up and down on his cock an inch or two at a 
time, with the occasional higher lurch. My breasts bounced freely with the 
abrupt motions and I grunted sharply and involuntarily with the up and down 
jolting and deep poking of my body. His concentration was intense, his 
motions purposeful, and the arrival of his second climax was slow and easy 
to track. I had plenty of time to dread the delivery of another load of cum 
Ð this time as deep inside me as physically possible.  When it happened, I 
sobbed as he arched into me and let loose, feeling each muscular contraction 
and gush invade me as I involuntarily sat on his jerking shaft. His guttural 
inhuman vocalizations were further reminder this was worse than simple 
violation.

At length he finally subsided. His fully rooted shaft began to go soft, and 
a wave of relief washed over me. It was ill timed. With the phallus still 
semi hard and securely sheathed in my body, the framework that imprisoned 
came to life. Low mechanical sounds came from behind me as it lifted a bit, 
then lowered, taking me with it. The now-sleepy eyed, satisfied beast 
between my legs looked down his body with renewed attention. The device 
repeated its action, lifting me and lowering me once, twice, three times, 
just an inch or so each way. The cock  began to stiffen again, still inside 
me. I wailed with the realization of what was happening. Another animal grin 
spread over the man-thing's face as the height of the lifting action 
increased with his hardness. By the time he was fully erect again, I was 
being pulled nearly all the way off the phallus, and then pushed down slowly 
and firmly until my pelvis mashed into his and I was again stuffed full of 
cock. The movements were slow and deliberate. The man-beast seemed content 
to let the machine do the fucking this time. His urgency gone, he reveled in 
obvious pleasure.

I was exhausted by now, barely able to react as the machine fucked me up and 
down on the enormous organ. The stirrings of pleasure inside my abused pussy 
began unnoticed. It built in the background fog of exhaustion and the 
ongoing torment as my clitoris pressed and rubbed into the hairy crotch on 
each downstroke. Awareness hit me suddenly, a long time later, when I 
realized my hips were humping downward into the cock instead of 
automatically trying to escape away from it. I came more fully awake the 
next time our pelvises connected and my whole pussy contracted around the 
invading shaft. He had noticed it too and smiled lustfully at me. The smile 
would have been chilling on a man, but on this creature, I couldn't even 
scream any more. He flexed up into me the next time I sank down on him. I 
felt hot, deep pleasure on top of the fear and humiliation. I heard myself 
moan sensuously and realized how dangerously close I was to cumming myself. 
I was breathing deeply and quickly now, his sexual scents and mine mixing 
strangely in the thick air.

I couldn't believe it was even possible, but my body tightened and 
butterflies danced in my belly each time the long, thick shaft thrust into 
my depths. Somehow our eyes met again and his gaze held mine captive. His 
reawakened lust and primal desire was obvious, but there was also a glint of 
knowledge; some fundamental awareness and intelligence almost more 
frightening as the animal side.  Staring helplessly into those eyes, I felt 
the first wracking contractions of my orgasm hit. I cried out, my own sounds 
incoherent and animalistic. Tears blurred my vision.  I barely noticed the 
pace of the forced fucking change as well. With my cries and grunts as a 
cue, I was lifted and slammed down, squeezing and milking the cock as it 
filled me. On and on, I couldn't stop myself. The machine eased up as my 
climax began to fade, but then I felt and heard the beast once more. It was 
his turn - again - and I couldn't do anything to stop it. He twitched and 
flared inside me and the machine sank me down on him once again and kept me 
there, locking him all the way inside me. I felt him throb and expand as he 
roared and surged into my quivering body again and again, flooding my 
deepest crevices with his cream.

Finally it seemed over. The machine stopped. The beast relaxed, more and 
more completely, fast sinking onto sleep. The hardness in me subsided and 
softened. My exhausted body wanted to follow into welcome unconsciousness, 
but I forced myself to attention as the framework moved again. It  tilted 
backward slowly, allowing the soft, still large shaft to slither out and out 
  of my frothy pussy. My back and head finally came to rest on something 
soft. My legs were drawn up, waist bent. My puffy, inflamed sex came into 
view, red and raw and open, my juices and his smeared all over. I shuddered 
and contracted; my inner lips brimmed with white cum, only to have it 
subside back into me. The final shock and horror hit me then. The position I 
was in - it was how women who wanted to conceive keep the cum inside them. 
Adrenaline flowed one more time, and I pushed internally with all my might. 
I overflowed with spunk. However, even my greatest, desperate efforts only 
expelled trickle of semen in the end, far less than had been cum into me, I 
knew. There was no way I could get it all out. Gravity was again working 
against me. It was probably already too late.

It was finally too much. The last of my strength was gone, and I faded 
toward sleep, the question why following me into troubled dreams.

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Squatch
by Monocle

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