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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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