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	The following are works of total fiction and most contain 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 2001, (as are the typos, and 
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	Hope you like them.
	Monocle


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Nightmares and Visions (26-30) by Monocle nc various caution

Short vignettes and scenes. Most have the darker elements of nc, bond, etc.
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Nightmares and Visions by Monocle

Some time ago, I started receiving strange, short e-mails from anonymous 
addresses by parties unknown. I really have no idea who sends them, or if 
they are from a single individual or not.  Most of subjects read only "my 
nightmare" or "A dream I didn't tell to my husband" or "Vision Number 3". 
They all start with little or no pre-amble, often don't really end, and are 
almost all in first person. Some start at the same point and diverge into 
alternate directions.

26.

Large metal bands, clasped just above my ankles, held my feet flat to the 
stone floor a little more than shoulder length apart. A horizontal metal bar 
anchored in rock walls to either side was about three feet in front of me at 
head level. I had to lean far forward and hold onto it so that the wrist 
cuffs connected to them with short, strong chains, didn't dig too hard.

A hand grabbed and pulled at my long hair, forcing my head back to look into 
the cloudless sky. Simultaneously, a mouth connected with my pussy lips, a 
wet tongue snaking between my dry labia to begin an intimate and unwelcome 
dance. I shrieked at the shock of it, not having even been conscious of 
being naked until that point. I tried to move away from the oral attack, and 
got my hair yanked for my efforts. When that didn't deter me, another hand 
entwined with my pubic hair, grabbed it, and pulled to hold me steady. I 
gasped at the additional pain and held mostly still, realizing there was no 
way I could truly escape.

The mouth was very talented, and my pussy's own lubrication quickly joined 
its copious saliva. The tongue would pass over my clit and send shocks of 
unwelcome sensation through me, but my fear and confusion prevented true 
arousal - for a while. Wet slurping and smacking sounds accompanied and 
punctuated the cunnilingual assault as my inner and outer lips were nibbled 
and sucked. The tongue teased my inner thighs, and dove into my slit, the 
random attacks forcing gasps of surprise from me.

After some time, I realized my knees were bent, my body lowered, my thighs 
spread wider. I'd unconsciously opened myself to the oral molestation. It 
felt good. It felt better than good. Soon, too soon for my moral comfort, I 
wasn't caring about where I was or how I got there. All I wanted was for 
that tongue not to stop. My eyes began tearing as I felt my orgasm build.

But then it stopped. The hands released me. The tongue began to trail up 
over my mound to my belly. Frantically I looked down, ready to plead for 
release. My words died, though, when I saw the soft red curls of the head at 
my stomach, licking up between my breasts, eyes rising meeting mine. It had 
been a woman. I stared, and responded robotically as her mouth rose to mine, 
my taste all over her as her tongue licked mine. Confused, afraid, turned 
on, I pulled away. Her face was beautiful, as was the rest of her. She was 
naked, too.

"Not sure you liked it?" She asked tauntingly, "I think you did." one of her 
hands settled on my pubis, fingers stroking my wet, puffy outer lips. At the 
touch, my hips pushed forward of their own volition.


27 (or 26b).

I tried to stutter some protest, or explanation, or demand, but she cut me 
off.

"Perhaps, though you had in mind something else?"

With this, something else joined the fingers between my legs. It was 
thicker, hotter. It pushed between her fingers and my outer lips, sliding up 
along my slit. I looked down to see the flared head rub up over my clit and 
into my pubic patch. I shuddered and moaned a confused protest.

"I know, your pussy wanted to cum for me, but I'm sure you'll have fun with 
the more conventional experience as well."

The long shaft drew back and sawed forward again, lubricating from combined 
fluids that drenched my thighs and pussy.

"I would love nothing more than getting you off a few times. You taste so 
sweet."

I blushed and shivered as the shaft slid more freely between my legs. I 
wasn't being restrained other than at the wrists and ankles at the moment, 
but I wasn't even thinking of trying to escape the intimate touches. Then 
she spoke again.

"But we really have to be about the task of getting you pregnant."

I stared at her in shock, not believing my ears. I felt two strong hands 
grab my hips as the shaft drew back one more time and changed angles.

Too late, I tried to react and move away. The hands held me steady and all I 
could do was scream as the cock plunged up into me.

My eyes stared into the cold, lust-filled, green eyes of my female tormentor 
as the cock rammed into me, filling me completely. Her right hand still 
splayed over my mound, the cock passing between her index and middle fingers 
before passing into me. As the shaft pressed deeper and deeper, she pushed 
at me to rotate my hips back, putting me in a better position to be fucked. 
A muscled, hairy crotch trapped her fingers between it and me as it bored 
all the way in. She reached her left hand underneath and cupped the heavy 
hanging balls, still holding my gaze with hers.

"Yes. This will do nicely. I'm sure he has enough to do the job."

I tried to protest, to say that it wasn't the right time, as much to 
reassure myself as to convince whomever these insane people were. The cock, 
pulling out and shoving back in faster and harder than the first time, cut 
off my plea. Her next words made me shiver.

"Oh, no. Don't you worry. You're as ready as you can be. We've done all the 
necessary checking."

The shaft pulled out and fucked in again. I moaned in anguish and arousal. 
My stomach felt light. The shaft pressed in towards my center and there was 
nothing I could do to stop it.

As the hot cock pulled out once more, the fingers on my pussy began to rub 
again, moving up to tease and massage my clit. The other hand rose to my 
hanging breasts, to grope them and pinch at my nipples. Her green eyes kept 
staring into mine.

"Lets see if we can make you cum before he does..."

She cut off my protests with her own mouth on mine as the cock fucked me 
harder and faster.


28 or 26b.

Her eyes bored into mine.

"Yes. I think you did like it."

Her two fingers spread my labia apart, and I shrieked as another mouth 
connected with my pussy, leading with its tongue. My arousal crashed back 
on, full force. I tore myself away from the cold eyes and looked down at 
another feminine head, nose pressed into my pubic curls, pale blue eyes 
turned up to mine.

"Oh, but that's not all," I heard as though from a distance. I looked up at 
my first tormenter as I felt her hands slide up the outsides of my legs, 
over my hips and back down around the cheeks of my ass. Her mouth pressed 
into mine again, and I found myself responding automatically, my tongue 
dueling with hers.

I barely registered her kneading and pulling at my buttocks on top of the 
sensations of the tongue on my pussy. But I did scream into her mouth when I 
felt a third tongue start worming against my anus, nose pressing between my 
cheeks above it. The hands had spread my ass open to allow this new attack. 
I surged forward, but got nowhere as six hands held me still and open.

Fat, hard nipples rubbed against mine as the larger, heavy breasts of the 
first woman pressed against me. I wiggled weakly, unsure whether I was 
trying to escape or grind myself further onto the lascivious mouths on my 
pussy and asshole. Was I merely allowing her to French kiss me, enduring, 
but not participating in my debasement, or was I kissing and tonguing back? 
Was I really about to cum by the unwanted oral attention of three women?

Two more hands settled on my sweaty skin, one rubbing my belly, the other my 
back. A nose pushed between my breasts and the other's, a tongue laved my 
nipple, then a mouth latched on around my whole aureole and started sucking 
hard. This repeated on the opposite side. I moaned loudly into the mouth on 
mine. The sensations, the helplessness, the fear of captivity, homophobia, 
the raw pleasure converged from every extremity to my center and I came.

As I screamed in climax, the woman in front of me broke our kiss. When I 
finally opened my eyes, her cold, triumphant stare caught me. My body was 
still shaking and spasming in aftershock. I couldn't seem to come down. I 
realized that none of the other mouths or hands had stopped, or even slowed. 
I wailed, pleading for relief as my body continued to scream with pleasure, 
but all I received was a malignant smile.

"You want it to stop? Your body doesn't seem to agree. It's really obscene 
the way you press your cunt down onto that tongue. And sticking your ass 
back to get reamed like that, What would your husband say? What would your 
pastor say? What would your mother say?"

With each taunting question, the burn of shame joined the blush of arousal 
in my cheeks and chest. What was happening to me?

"You're a right lez in heat aren't you?"

I tried to protest, but could only gasp as the three mouths sucked hard on 
my clit and nipples.

"I thought so. Well, if that's the way you want it, you might as well go all 
the way."

I didn't understand her until I saw her lean back and grab the bar between 
my hands. Before I could think to react, she'd spread and swung her legs up 
and over my shoulders. Her weight pulled me forward and down and my arms 
strained to hold the bar. Without breaking rhythm, the other women shifted 
position to help take some of her weight off me. That eased the physical 
strain, but also enabled her to wriggle her crotch right up to my face. Her 
scent was like mine, but different. She was dripping wet.

She looked down between her pendulous breasts at me.

"Eat me." She said.

Tongues bored into my pussy and anus. Teeth nipped my aureoles and clit. 
Hands rubbed my belly and thighs...and pushed my head forward into the 
dampness.

"Eat me, Cunt!" she commanded, and as my trembling tongue extended, my 
orgasm crashed over me anew.


29 (or 26c).

She was right. I was going to cum before he did. God help me. While he 
fucked me hard and fast, pulling me back onto his every long stroke, she was 
just as busy. The fingers of one hand fluttered over my clit. The other was 
busy with one breast, while her mouth was suckling the other.

I'd lost track of the time. Resolve and resistance had melted. the fear that 
I thought would keep me above and safe from the morass of lust was still 
there, but now it merely merged into a melange of sexual terror. Every slap 
of the semen-filled balls against me was a reminder of the purpose of this 
debauchery. And yet I was about to climax.

My mouth was free to plead and cry and moan and I did it all. But when I 
felt the fluttering in my belly and drew a deep gasping breath, tightening 
for final agonizing release, I heard her voice once more.

"Oh, yessss.."

And then the hot mouth was back on my nipple and my climax hit. It was worse 
than I could have imagined. Time slowed down and I felt my entire body 
clench and release in a paroxysm of pleasure. I felt my inner muscles 
squeeze the shaft hard as it speared into me. Then I released and clenched 
again, every muscle straining, senseless sounds coming from my mouth. My 
pussy gripped at the retreating cock as if trying to keep it locked inside, 
which I desperately wanted and feared and loathed simultaneously.

The fingers pinched my clit and one nipple, the mouth bit lightly the other. 
I screamed with my third spasm, the mild pain churning into the avalanche of 
pleasure and terror. My pussy squeezed the returning cock. It seemed even 
harder, hotter, longer now that I was totally focused inward. It slammed 
fully into me and I dimly heard the slap of wet flesh on flesh. Then, a 
shudder, throb, and surge deep with me. He was cumming too!

The first gout of sperm shot into me as I released and clamped down again. 
The second jet creamed the entrance to my fertile womb to the accompaniment 
of my cry of despair. I came helplessly around the discharging cock, my 
spasms syncopated with its ejaculations. In the ultimate betrayal, my pussy 
milked the pulsing shaft, coaxing it to empty all its seed into me, blinding 
me with shuddering waves of pleasure. Gush after gush spurt into me as the 
cock remained buried to the hilt. I felt the slight pressure of the 
accumulated semen grow inside me, the fat pulsing shaft and my contracting 
pussy preventing it from squeezing out, leaving only one direction for the 
millions of sperm to go. And for a nightmare instant that lasted a fraction 
of a second, yet forever and ever, I wanted it more than anything in the 
world...

My last screams drowned out the unseen man's grunts and the contented sigh 
of the woman. And then it was over. I collapsed, still quaking. My hands 
slipped from the bar and the cuffs bit into my wrists. I didn't care. My 
legs gave out and I hung, held up only by the chains and the vise-like hands 
on my hips. I was only dimly aware of the tinkling sounds of unlocking, 
falling forward into arms I couldn't see because I'd closed my eyes to make 
it all go away.

Feminine hands rubbed my belly, "That will do, I think. Excellent work. 
Knocked up the little cunt nice and deep. And she liked it."

I barely heard the words, but I trembled and sobbed because I knew they were 
true.

More metal tinkling and my legs were free. The hands at my hips pulled 
forward and drew me off the still-hard cock. Torrents of sperm poured from 
my open, violated pussy down my legs. It didn't matter, though. It only took 
one.

I was lowered to the ground, where I curled up into the fetal position, 
wishing it all away.


30.

It was worse than any overt assault could ever hope to be. A blunt-tipped, 
throbbing-hard presence pressed between my pussy lips, trying to gain entry. 
A smaller protrusion nestled up against my anus, dead center. By clenching 
my inner muscles, I was able to keep both at bay, barely. If I relaxed for 
an instant, the smooth nose of one or the other lubricated invader would 
make fractional headway into me, only to stop when I renewed my straining 
efforts.

The pressure was always defeatable by my internal resistance, but only just. 
Lying on my back, on my bound wrists, legs spread obscenely by something I 
couldn't see because of the blindfold, I was utterly helpless. The gag that 
filled my mouth muted any nascent protest.

With any additional effort, the rods could easily force their way past my 
trembling muscles and invade me. But instead they remained a constant, 
almost gentle pressure, daring me to fight. Making me hope I could persevere 
against it, that the unknown mechanisms would tire before I did. It would 
only happen if I let it. If gave up. Surrendered. Even though I knew, 
somehow, it was designed to make my eventual failure all the more complete, 
my defeat absolute, I could not help but resist. I had to. I couldn't lose 
my virginity this way!


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Nightmares and Visions (25-30)
by Monocle

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