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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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Nightmares and Visions
(51-55) 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:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/
-----------------------------------
Nightmares
and Visions 51-55 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.
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51.
I'm strapped to the exam table, ankles cuffed to the stirrups, like
countless other gynecological nightmares. But instead of being able to plead
and scream, my mouth is taped shut. Instead of a masked doctor,
gowned-with-dick-poking-out, or hairy lower-half exposed, it an unmasked,
attractive nurse enters the room. My querys and protests are muffled to
little more than faint hums as she settles between my legs and examines with
eyes and gloved professional fingers. No tools or swabs. Its not painful,
but not paticularly pleasureable, especially with the ominousness of the
restraints. She dips a long, thin middle finger into me and swirls it
around, then takes it out and cleans the mucous-coated digit on a sample
stick. In a few moments, a blue bar appears indicating that I am ovulating.
I could have told her that much if she'd have asked me.
She pulls up a small surgical tray, and hefts a large glass syringe. My eyes
go wide in apprehension and I start squirming. The busness end of the
syringe is not a needle, but a strange,almost organic-looking tapering. She
take sit and dips it into a metal flask, then draws back the plugner,
filling too-many inches of the graduated column with a whitish fluid. My
heart starts pounding in fear.
With the device fully loaded, she holds it in one hand, dipping a pointer
into the flask, then taking the coated finger and smearing the liquid on my
taped shut mouth. My fears are confirmed as the pungent odor of semen hits
my nose. I strugle and squirm futilely as she cleans off the device with
gause and alcohol, then coats it with a gel-like lubricant.
Carefully, she places the end against my vulva, then slowly, gently pushes
the the smooth glass shaft into me. It's alittle more than an inch thick,
and warm with its fresh contents, so I can feel its pregress easily. A it
goes deeper, she twists and adjust the syringe searchingly, until I exhale
hard at the pressure inside. She has pressed the end of the shaft right up
against my cervix.
I watch her twist a dial near the end of the shaft, and feel something deep
inside. I look, terrified, into her eyes and know what's happening. The
device is forcing my last barrier open, ever so slightly.
I'm straining to escape, but only succed in tiny uselelss motions in my
lower body. I press as far back and away as the padded cushions let me -
which is to say hardly at all, and tremble violently as our eyes lock for an
instant.
One hand is holding the shaft. The other is poised on the plunger. Then she
pushes. I scream behind my gag as I watch the plunger push the prodigious
quantity of semen directly into my womb. I can almost feel myself filling
inside as I jerk and try to flail away.
In ten, twenty, thrity seconds its done. After an opposite twist of the
dial, she slides the glass out. A tiny stream of white fluid follows it.
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52.
I sat on a hard, cold floor with chains piled all around me. My clothing was
gone, and metal bands encircled my wrists, ankles, legs just above the
knees, and waist. Thick links attached the bands to the piles of chain. I
could not see beyond the small pool of light that surrounded me.
A loud
ratcheting sound began, its echoes hinting at a large, barren room. started
echoing through the chamber. I did not understand the noise until I noticed
chain being drawn from the piles around me off into the darkness.
Panic hit
me as I made the connection and I struggled with the manacles, alternately
calling out for help and demanding release. The wrist chains went taught
first. They drew my arms up and apart, then took my weight and lofted me a
few inches in the air, arms spread. I screamed as I felt my shoulders about
to pop their sockets, but then the waist chains tightened, lifting up my
lower body and taking some of the stress off.
The sounds of the chains
reeling in seemed to increased in volume and decrease in speed as the slack
was taken from my legs. First my ankles were raised, so I was almost
reglining suspended in the air. Then my knees were drawn up and apart. Each
click of the chains now confirming my worst fears. I cried and struggled in
vain, succeeding only in starting myself swinging like a pendulum. That
motion damped down, though, as the slack was taken from more of the
chains.
The silence after the last metallic snap died away was just as
deafening and frightening as sound had been. Suspended, exposed, utterly
vulnerable, I was too scared to make a sound now.
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53.
A long soak in the hot bath after a hard day. I doze in the steamy, scented
water. A low clanging and gurgling sound in the pipes, disturbing my repose,
then the drain at the far end of the tub seems to erupt. I slide back,
sloshing the water as something thick, shapeless and discolored surges out
from the drain.
I try to scramble out of the tub, but my movements are too fast and my feet
keep slipping against the smooth porcelain in the bath-oil laden water.
The ochre, gelatinous mass flows rapidly toward me under the water, under my
kicking legs, sliding against my buttocks and lower back. It grabs me, or
sticks to me, and yanks me toward the drain end of the tub, dunking my head
in the water for a moment with the speed of its pulling.
I cough and sputter, trying to keep my head above the water of the
overflowing tub. The mass lifts my lower half as well, so I need to hold my
arms down to raise my head to breathe.
I recover my breath, only then to notice the cool feel metal against my
vagina. The jelly-thing has raised my hips out of the water and pressed my
mound up against the tub faucet. The smooth spigot is centered exactly
between my lips. My legs are bent to either side, and flexing them helps me
not at all.
It happened too fast to be scared, but now, as the hot and cold taps begin
to turn of their own accord, I begin to scream.
No water pours. Instead, I hear more deep gurgling and banging of pipes.
What finally comes out of the spigot is much worse than water...
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54.
It was almost impossible to discern one sensation from the next. I could
barely put two thoughts together, but I knew was that something was horribly
wrong. Touches were everywhere. Something warm, soft, unyeilding filled my
mouth, muffling the sounds I tried to make. I breathed thick, damp air
through my nose only. Opening my eyes yielded context-free shapes and
patterns in a kaleidoscope of colors. I couldn't see my body, nor the thing
or things acting upon it. Sounds like music, like moaning, like water,
filled my ears with melodic cacophony.
Something long and slippery-hot slowly fucked in and out of my cunt. The
shaft was flexible and textured. It twitched, bulged and vibrated at
irregular locations and intervals as it delved deep, or pumped shallowly.
Around it gelid, stubby protrusions pressed my sensitized skin. They wiggled
and stroked my labia and inner thighs to either side of my furrow, up to my
clit and the whole of my pubic mound, and down to my perineum and the edge
of my anus, where another sinuous intruder fucked my ass in contrasting
rhythms to the thrusting in my pussy.
Mouths, or mouthlike things, suckled on my nipples, alternately nipping or
twisting them, teasing the aureoles while the rest of my breasts received
more and less gentle caresses all over. Each of my asscheeks recieved
simialr treatment. Tongues or wet finger-things pressed into and licked my
underarms, the crooks of my elbows and knees, between my toes and fingers,
around my neck, behind my ears.
More groping, rubbing sensations stroked across my belly and back, up and
down my legs and arms, my chest and scalp. Every bend and crevice on my body
probed, every inch of skin caressed, constantly, insistently, sexually.
I could move my arms and legs a little, flail and kick as if immersed in
warm molasses, but I could neither close my legs fully, nor bring my arms
close to touch or protect any part of my body.
Every time I orgasmed, the symphony of stimulation worked to prolong the
climax's duration excruciatingly, until I threathened to pass out. Then
everything would slow and recede - though never completely stop - as my
shuddering body recovered. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the teasing and
tingling would ramp up again, starting in diffferent places on my body and
moving one to the next, or adding to each other until my body was inexorably
dragged toward another peak.
I could barely think at all through the sensations washing over and through
me. I couldn't feel humiliation at the betrayal of my body to unwelcome
stimulation; there was no possible way I could have resisted for long, and I
couldn't remember if I'd even tried, at the start. I couldn't muster fear
about what was happening to me beyond a nebulous cloud of confusion,
couldn't count the times I was forced to climax. All I could do was writhe,
arch, pull, kick, and cum.
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55.
The devices drove me to another shattering orgasm. There were three of them,
and they were tiny - two disks with odd bumps and projections just covered
my aureoles and nipples, and a similarly irregular trapezoidal box
encompassed my hood and clit. They were stuck fast to my skin, somehow. When
I had awakened to their stimulation in the white, doorless room, I'd tried
to pull them off, and was rewarded with an intensification of the sensations
that wiped out the line between pain and pleasure. I'd stopped almost
immediately, nearly physically sick with the intensity of it, and just as
quickly, pleasure was all that remained. It radiated from the metal objects
all across my body - like they were wired to my spine, even right to my
brain, but the feelings were most concentrated right in those most sensitive
areas. That first time, as I lay too scared to move lest I provoke the more
extreme reaction, the orgasm came unbelievably quickly - faster than my own
most horny masturbations. I screamed and shuddered on the small bed until
the stimulation stopped and allowed me to come down, panting and sweaty.
I rested for a time, still to scared to move, until the pleasure started
again, not stopping until I'd cum again. This repeated more times; the time
interval between each onslaught seemed to never be the same, never
predictable. Exhausted and dehydrated after perhaps my sixth or seventh
forced orgasm, the sharp, mechanical voice made me jump.
"Eat. Drink," it said. Groggily I raised my head to see a small panel in the
wall had opened. Slowly, I moved to take what was offered. It tasted good,
and I ate ravenously. The machine-voice commanded me to return the used
containers to the niche and closed the panel, setting off the devices as the
door closed, and giving me two orgasms in rapid succession.
I tried to explore the food delivery panel and the rest of the room for ways
out, but whenever my actions became suspicious, the devices hit me with
their lightning, as I quickly came to call it. It always resolved into
orgasm inducing pleasure when I stopped the proscribed behavior.
The devices randomly hit me with pleasure for an unknown time. I slept, ate,
woke, and came enough times to lose count of it all. It was hard to think
about much else in the bare room - even contemplate the hows and whys of my
situation. Then, after yet another screaming climax, the panel slid open to
reveal a large, realistic dildo.
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Nightmares and Visions (51-55)
by Monocle
Feedback to:
monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com
Other stories from Monocle can be found
at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/
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