Message-ID: <43808asstr$1060416605@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Originating-Email: [monocle_o@hotmail.com]
From: "Monocle" <monocle_o@hotmail.com>
X-Original-Message-ID: <BAY7-F36uCBcKfExvWv00004333@hotmail.com>
X-OriginalArrivalTime: 09 Aug 2003 00:52:36.0535 (UTC) FILETIME=[867D4470:01C35E10]
X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 09 Aug 2003 00:52:36 +0000
Subject: {ASSM} Nightmares and Visions 56-60 by Monocle nc various caution
Date: Sat,  9 Aug 2003 04:10:05 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/43808>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw




_________________________________________________________________
The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE*  
http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail

<1st attachment, "Mares_56-60.txt" begin>

	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

----------------------------------

Nightmares and Visions 
(56-60) 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:
Web: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/www/
ftp: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/

-----------------------------------

Nightmares and Visions 56-60 by 
Monocle

Some time ago, I started receiving strange, short e-mails from 
anonymous addresses by parties unknown. I don't know who or what these 
people are, whether or not some or all are the same person. Most subjects 
read as "my nightmare" or "A dream I didn't tell to my husband" or "Vision 
Number 3". They start with little or no pre-amble, often don't really end. 
This marks the 50th piece in my collection.

-------------
56.

My hands started shaking as I read the laser-printed note from inside the 
box.

"I caught you yesterday at 10:33 pm. The two pictures included here leave no 
doubt as to who your identity or your actions. They are captures from a 20 
minute digital film. We both know the disaster your life would become if 
anyone else found out. If you do what is instructed, your secret will remain 
safe."

My heart went to my throat as I pulled the pictures out. They were as 
damning as the letters said. How could I have been so stupid?! The note 
continued.

"The package has two boxes, which you have probably opened by now. You're 
smart, and have probably guessed your task already. Take the recorder and 
set it up facing you. It doesn't matter where or how it is set up. You will 
strip naked. You might be wise to conceal obvious birthmarks, or add 
deceptive makeup. Your head does not have to be in the frame, I suggest 
avoiding it, but your tits or your ass have to be in view as much as 
possible. You will record yourself masturbating to orgasm twice with the 
vibrator. At least one of those times, the entire thing must be inside your 
cunt as you come. No faking. I'll be able to tell. The dildo has unique 
markings that identify it as the one sent to you for this purpose."

I looked furtively at the thing resting in the crumpled packaging where I'd 
dropped it. They were euphemistically called toys, but this one did not look 
like a plaything. It looked like a real, big, cock. Could I get that thing 
inside me? I shuddered. The hard, faux-flesh of the shaft had writing along 
its length - the word MASTER and a series of numbers - printed tattoo-like 
along the length, repeated around the thick column and on the base, large 
enough to be visible for some distance from any angle.

"When you are done, follow the camera's instructions, transfer the
recording to your computer, and upload it to the IP address printed on the 
vibrator. If you obey all instructions satisfactorily, you will receive the 
original recording of your misdeeds. If not, there will be other 
consequences. You have twelve hours from Midnight, April 12 to comply."

My eyes darted to the clock; 7:33 am. April 13. I had been rushing to catch 
the train for work when the courier had handed the package to me at my door. 
I believed the threat far more than the promise of resolution, but my racing 
mind found no reasonable choices to make.  Being late for work was the least 
of my problems now. Butterflies in my stomach, I slowly stepped  back into 
my apartment and closed the door.


-------------
57.

I fought a losing fight as they tied my arms behind my back, and my ankles 
to my thighs. They were too many and too strong. As they finished, I watched 
the dark-skinned man in horrified amazement as he stepped between my lover 
and I and freed the monster from his pants. He sat on a thin armless chair, 
his prick pointing obscenely upward as hands gripped my waist and under my 
arms, lifting me and carrying me towards him. More hands  took my knees, 
forcing them apart while my lover directed my positioning over the purple 
cockhead. Chocolate fingers took over at my waist once his thick body 
ensured I could not close my legs. He held me suspended above him for a few 
seconds of terrible anticipation before lowering me onto himself.

At first, it felt like he was just going to mash into my cunt and slide off, 
but after a moment, my moist lips parted the cock's head began to spear up 
into me. I looked pleadingly over the shoulder of the man forcing me down 
into his lap, into the cold eyes of my lover. My own eyes widened and I 
cried out as the stranger's shaft stretched my complaining vagina around it. 
It was longer, thicker than even the cock of the man I'd been cheating on my 
lover with, the cock I'd been wet in anticipation for a few minutes ago. 
Now, the beaten body of my illicit partner was out of sight, and there was 
anger and other darkness in my lover's pitiless eyes.

The steel hard thing filled me more and more. I didn't think I could take 
it, but more forced in as my breath came in short gasps. My back arched by 
itself and my hips flexed and wiggled in a futile attempt to escape or at 
somehow ease the torturous filling. But in the end it was no use. In the end 
I sat squarely on the stranger's muscular lap, my mound pressed hard on his 
pubic bone, his shaft stuffed completely in my protesting body.

My lover spoke for the first time. His words chilled me to the bone.

"I'm going to let him cum in you. He's going to knock you up."

"No! God, please, I'm sorry!"

"You're not sorry yet. We're done, you and I. But I want to leave you with 
something to remember me by. Something to remind you what you did."

"But I didn't- !

"You're going to beg him to do it."

"NO!"

"Yes. By the end of this, you'll be pleading for him to put his baby in you. 
I promise."

He was right.


-------------
58 (or 55b).
The machine voice commanded. "pleasure yourself".

I didn't know if I could. I hesitated too long, and received the lightning, 
which doubled me over. As soon as it stopped - not changing to pleasure this 
time- I reached for the fake cock with shaky hands. I worked quickly to 
avoid another punishment, lying on the bed and spreading my legs, pointing 
the shaft at my vagina and slidig it in my still-dripping pussy quickly. It 
felt good, even in the after-effects of my recent orgasm and punishment. I 
didn't know if I could cum with the dildo by itself. It didn't vibrate, and 
the metal contraption kept me from using my fingers to  rub my clit, but I 
tried, fucking the cock in and out rapidly, willing myself to cum, anything 
to prevent the lightning from striking again. Too slowly, I feared, my 
arousal rose. And after more time, I succeeded, crying and cumming on the 
shaft on the machines orders. As I collaped back on the bed, the dildo still 
half in me, the devices came to life and forced another climax from my 
exhausted body in only a few moments more. My reward.

Time passed. The machine gave me more tasks for reward and punishment. It 
made me take a dildo in my mouth - down my throat. It made me sodomize 
myself - and cum while doing it. It made me fill my pussy and ass at the 
same time with objects of different sizes and shapes. I had to fuck my pussy 
my while I had bowel movement in my small commode, or shove something up my 
rear while I peed.

Every time I hesitated more than a moment, it gave me the lightning, no 
other reprimand was necessary. Every time I complied, it rewarded me with 
another orgasm. Nearly every time the deep mechanical voice sounded, my body 
thrilled with fear and sexual anticipation. My hesitations became fewer and 
farther between even as the demanded actions became more lewd and debased.  
I could feel my own conditioning take hold; knowing it was happening did 
nothing to stop it. I knew this was all leading up to something. I didn't 
know what it could be, but I feared it more with every new act, every forced 
climax. I feared it because I knew with a certainty I'd never before felt, 
that I would do whatever the voice told me to.


-------------
59.

A warm wind catches the thin fabric of my dress as I watch the scene. From 
twenty or so feet across the pit, extending up the floor and walls of the 
valley around me, hundreds of shining bodies dance, embrace, and couple to 
the beat of drums in the light of torches and bonfires. The solemn ceremony 
degenerated into this near-orgy quickly after my wrists and ankles were 
secured to the two rock columns, my struggles to escape no match against the 
men who had dragged me from my prison-hut. The log plank was now pulled back 
behind me, and I had to wedge my bare feet in narrow ledges carved into the 
columns lest I end up dangling by my wrists. Looking straight down makes me 
queasy, as the floor of the pit, if there is one, is lost in curling mists 
dimly reflecting the firelight. The stone columns I am chained to extend 
straight down, out of sight.

I look out over the gathering, at the wanton immorality on display all 
around me. The bestial sounds of men and women in passion rise over the 
driving music, and the scenes of debauchery are almost as sickening as the 
pit below me. The incense burning all around the pit invades my sensitive 
nose. It is some kind of opiate, I know, but it is impossible not to breathe 
it in.

I jump in surprise at the touch of hands on my arms and legs, my feet nearly 
slipping from the ledges. My protests and complaints have fallen on deaf 
ears so far, and I have resolved to give them nothing now. Their groping and 
pulling at my tattered clothes is over-familiar and uncomfortable, but I 
remain stoic. Hands cup my breasts, rubbed my legs, and worse still, slide 
up betewen my legs to my belly and privates. How so many could reach me is a 
mystery until I strain to look back and see costumed people - the priests? 
Standing on on planks extended over the pit.

Cold metal touches my skin and I let a small cry escape as the feeling 
flashes down and across my body. I am not cut, but what remains of my 
clothing falls to the depths of the pit. I feel my entire body blush at my 
exposure, and try fruitlessly to squirm away as the too-intimate hands 
return to my body - flesh on flesh now that my flimsy protection is gone. 
The touches are strangely magnified - seeming to linger in place after the 
hand or finger has moved on. Colors and movements are blurring. I hold tight 
to keep from the feeling of falling.

The touches awaken my body. They caress me where no one should, but my body 
does not listen to my protests. Fingers dance on my belly, reach between my 
legs to tease my nexus. Despite myself I am flowering open. My insides warm, 
liquify. Desire rises in me unbidden, and the touch of the many hands is not 
enough to quench it. I look on the fornicating crowd and hunger, hating 
myself for it. Me need consumes me, and I realize the hands are leaving me, 
removing the little relief I had. The last hand, reaching up between my legs 
to my belly, trails down, fingers dipping into my furrow before leaving me 
altogether.  I look back to see the planks retracted. I let out a begging, 
needing,  shameful sound, and look down. My own body's betrayal is evident. 
My fair skin is flushed, my womanhood a cauldron of my own making. My desire 
flows from me like honey. I watch, nearly sobbing, as a droplet of it forms 
and falls from me, into the depths of the pit.

The music stops suddenly, startling me. I still hear sounds from the 
carnally engrossed people, but now more and more attention becomes focused 
on the pit. The mists begin to illuminate from beneath. Billows of cloud 
puff and expand upward. More drops of my desire fall into the pit, and 
otherworldly sounds emanate from its depths. A great shape emerges from the 
swirling maelstrom, singular in form and obvious in purpose... I scream as 
it rises towards me, even as my very womb shudders in anticipation...


-------------
60.

The world faded around him, leaving only his eyes and the changing 
expressions of his face at the center of my attention. I could barely 
understand or recall what we talked about at the bar, even as we were 
speaking. Behind the words, under his manners, past his eyes, something 
burned. It took me a while to figure it out, caught as I was in his 
unwavering attention. It was desire. Pure, unadulterated, sexual desire. The 
discovery was startling and unnerving, but I didn't leave - or even look 
away. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to if I tried.

We danced - close. I don't recall him asking or moving to the floor. I felt 
his body against mine, hard and strong, but only saw his face and eyes. The 
desire was still there, less hidden now. He looked hungry, purposeful as we 
moved. I don't know lust could be so obviously transmitted in the tiny 
signals of the face, but it was unmistakable. And it was focused solidly on 
me. I'd never experienced anything like it before. He wanted me in a way I 
couldn't have imagined possible. And it affected me. The light in his eyes 
seemed to enter me through mine, and I felt my body respond.

We were in a cab. We'd just kissed. I don't remember closing my eyes at all, 
or losing sight of his, but the taste of him lingered on my lips. His ands 
roamed my body, and mine his. I had a fleeting thought about the cab driver, 
but he probably saw much more than this regularly. I didn't know where we 
were going and didn't care. His hands moved to where he wanted them - and it 
was where I wanted them too.

His expression only intensified. He desired me. He _needed_ me. He had to 
have me. No words like that ever escaped his lips, there was no need. I felt 
them as if they'd been shouted. I was leaning back on a soft bed, he'd 
helped me off with my clothes, and was losing the last of his as he climbed 
up between my opening legs. Our words decayed into senseless noises as he 
entered me. Joy and pleasure mixing with the lust and determination on his 
face.

I stared into his eyes with no thought of anything other than giving him the 
pleasure and fulfillment he needed, and taking my own at the same time.   We 
fucked hard and fast. I don't think I'd ever been so wet for a man in my  
life. I saw his pupils dilate as he thrust into me on the verge, then 
exploded. His staring shining eyes, and the cum shooting into me pushed me 
over the edge as well and I screamed, my legs, pulling and holding him 
inside me. His half closed eyes and small smile swam in my vision as the 
climax took me places I'd never been.

When the room stopped spinning around him, he was still there, still half 
hard in me, still holding my gaze with his. He beamed. Happy, satisfied, but 
still. Lust and desire still smoldered in him and I felt it through the 
sweat-covered skin of his hard body. Tiny voices in my head cried out about 
strangers, unprotected sex, danger, and other things, but I couldn't really 
hear them. He was still looking at me - into me. And he began to move again 
- into me. I moaned as I felt his cock stiffen and lengthen inside. I began 
to fuck him back. I knew my expression matched his.

------

Nightmares and Visions (56-60) 
by Monocle

Feedback to: 
monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com
Other stories from Monocle can be found at:
Web: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/www/
ftp: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/
<1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+