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Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6: In a Dream Laurie Fucks Sir Francis Drake
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Also From TxM6 Hyperfiction
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http://www.farragher.com (Poetry updated 10/04/00)
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TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher.
TxM6 Hyperfiction Novel
Laurie Fallon Forced Dream Journals
My Dream: Sir Francis Drake
Wednesday, May 17, 1992
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. 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
English naval hero and explorer who was the first
Englishman 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
there a traveler from her own dream.
LAURIE FALLON DREAMS:
Great Drake, the ghost of sailing ships, was naked on
the beach, turned still by the ebb of the flood, and
then left to rot immobile, and forever still.
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.
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.
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
Came 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. No sun now. It came I know from her.
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