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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. Abstain.
  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 2004, (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 (66-70) 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:
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Nightmares and Visions 66-70 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.

------------- 66.

I run blindly through the dark cavern, the scritching sounds of
pursuit growing louder behind me. I plow headlong into a net of
sticky strands blocking my path, my momentum carrying me several
feet into the mass before    my forward motion stops. I'd been
running with my arms stretched forward to ward off unseen dangers
in the dark, and now they were stuck forward, as if reaching for
something. I try to pull my arms back and kick my legs free, but
the tacky filaments refuse to let go of my skin or clothes. The
scrabbling and clicking of chitin against stone is almost here.

The sounds stop an instant before my peripheral vision catches
the movement of spindly limbs, darker on dark. I feel the chords
around me quiver and pull as they take on additional weight. The
shadowy form comes into view and I scream like I haven't in
years. I've never liked even little spiders. The impossible size
of the one coming into view was almost to dreadful to register.
Though easily my size or larger, it moves effortlessly through
the web that holds me fast, coming around to face me. I can't
turn my head away, and catch the dim gleam of eight eyes as they
come level with mine.

The grotesque head dips lower and lurches forward, I haven't been
able to stop screaming, but the mandibles closing around my neck
steal my voice. Two sharp pinpricks on the sides of my neck are
followed by lethargic warmth spreading trough my body. My muscles
relax even as my brain commands them to fight. I'm too scared to
make a sound now, but fear my voice would not obey if I tried.

Pointed limbs poke and probe my body, feeling my clothes. Single
claws dig between skin and fabric and rip. I shiver mentally at
the sensation of the talons tracing across my body, the sound of
tearing material making my heart race. My clothes are shredded
away, and the web holds me loosely now. I might be able to break
free if only my body would move.

My eyes respond too slowly, but eventually I can look down my
nose at the top of the monster's head and body. Its great hairy
bulk is lowering towards me. Several pairs of limbs encircle me,
and pull me gently forward. My web-imprisoned arms are still
outstretched as if returning the embrace. My mind screams as the
wooly abdomen tickles my bare belly. Then, something warm and wet
nudges between my legs. A tiny sound escapes me - the only
outward sign of my entire being crying in terror - as a pulsing
mass pushes up against my slit.

My vagina opens, splayed as if by fingers. Adrenaline courses
through my paralyzed body, and I feel something entering me,
spreading and stretching me as it slowly pushes in. Blackness
finally takes me, but pure horror follows me into
unconsciousness, invading and filling my mind just as the
throbbing, living presence forces its way deep into my body.

------------- 67.

I slurped loudly, my tongue swirling over the cockhead, saliva
dripping from my lips. The penis slipped back a little and I
strained forward to keep hold of it, sucking harder. The object
nudging my pussy pushed forward slightly, then withdrew again as
I got the shaft in my mouth under control. Curses and foul names
sounded behind me as the cock pushing against my slit was held in
check. As long as I kept the hard prick in my mouth, my pussy was
safe.  A rubber ring prevented me from biting down, and made it
that much harder to keep the shaft in my mouth. Its owner would
have, I'm sure, been happy to simply fuck my face, but he was
restrained as well. Only my active suction held him in my mouth -
and kept my virginity intact. Moans and other kinds of curses
sounded from the guy in front of me, and I felt him swell and
stiffen against my lips and tongue. He was about to cum, and I
concentrated on not letting him go. I craned forward as far as I
could. The first two cocks had taught me what to happen next.

This one hollered as he came. The first salty hot guck of semen
shot into my mouth. This time I was ready and didn't gag. This
first pulse also signaled his release, and I was barely ready
this time when he grabbed my head and thrust forward. I was
already raw from the first two times when I hadn't been prepared,
but this time I was lucky and got it right. The erupting shaft
slid more or less easily down my throat to empty itself into my
stomach as wiry pubic hair tickled my nose. The thick male scent
and taste was not quite as overpowering the third time around. I
didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing.

Long seconds ticked by as he finished his cum, and I waited to
breathe. I barely had the resources left to appreciate the
respite behind me. The cock that had been straining to get into
my pussy was gone for the moment.

It wasn't to last though. With mixed relief and renewed
trepidation, I felt the shaft clogging my throat finally
subsiding and deflating. It slid out of me and I coughed after
it, cum and saliva pouring from my forced-open mouth as I fought
to catch my breath.

The whir and clank of machinery was becoming familiar, and it was
too soon before my upper and lower lips each kissed another hard
cock. Instinctively now, I pushed forward, trying to capture and
suck the  front cock into my mouth. I tasted something sweet on
it - my own juices. This was the cock that had been trying to
fuck me just a moment ago, and now I was going to give it a
consolation prize blowjob to keep the next one out of me. I felt
the beginings of ache and fatigue in my jaw and began to wonder
how long I could keep this up. Was there any way out of this? And
Why? But now my mouth was losing its grip, and the pressure on my
sex increasing. I had no time for distractions as I sucked hard
once again...

------------- 68.

I lay, unable to move on the hard slab as the high priest placed
his cock at my pussy entrance and began to slide into me. My eyes
sluggishly lowered my gaze to his close-cropped head.  This time,
his hairy body body was tautly muscled, and intricately tattooed
everywhere I could see save his face. I knew I wouldn't be able
to move my spread arms or legs, so I didn't bother to try. I'd
had this dream before. At least he was ruggedly handsome this
time, if sharp featured. His cock was hot, thick, and slick, and
Jesus, more and more of it kept pushing in. A formless groan
escaped me. Fuck, I couldn't stop it, and it felt so good. Having
no choice, no control, released me from the responsibility of
fighting.

I'd been thinking off and on about the dream these last few
weeks, after sharing it with my roommate in the wake of an
alcohol-aided "Sex and the City" binge following my recent
kinda-rough breakup. Buzzing after the juicy shows, we traded
girlfriend confidences, and fantasies. This wasn't strictly a
fantasy, since I never, well, rarely, thought about it in the
waking world. But it was one of my more powerful erotic dreams.
It would come to me every few months, usually during times of
emotional stress. While the core of the dream remained the same -
the dark priest fucking me on the altar - details changed. This
time a chorus of female voices around me sang a chant in some
unknown language. I tried to look to the sides and saw forms
swaying in brown robes - were their bodies naked underneath? I
couldn't tell. The air smelled of sandalwood.

Shit, he was big! He fucked in and out of me slow but hard, and I
moaned in  both pleasure and frustration. I always woke up just
too soon - all hot and bothered. The shaft dragged my clit
against it as it thrust into me, and I shivered towards climax,
whining because I was not going to get satisfaction. I closed my
eyes, willing/wishing myself to stay in it, knowing I would fail.
I kept rising and not waking up, feeling hotter and hotter, and
then - I was cumming! Oh GOD it felt so good! I couldn't put
together words, only screams and moans. I felt joy and surprise
on top of the mind-blowing pleasure of finally being fucked to
orgasm.

Relieved and released, I slowly came down from my ecstatic peak
to find I was still in the dream, the great cock still pumping in
my glowing, almost oversensitive pussy. The dream had never
lasted this long. I'd never cum in the dream. Hell, I'd never cum
in any of my erotic dreams. Something was... wrong?

I opened my eyes, and a face came into focus above mine. My
roommate looked down at me. My confusion must have shown. She
smiled and spoke, her words sounding as if from a great distance.

"Did you like your dream come true?" She asked, as my heart
started pounding anew. She lowered her mouth to my ear and
whispered. "Don't worry, you're both disguised - you'd never
recognize each other outside."

After a short hesitation, she continued, "I hope, I bet, you
won't mind - part of the deal was he gets to finish. I know for
sure he's safe, so don't worry, just enjoy!"

She must have taken my moan of panicked distress for approval,
because the last I saw of her face was her pleased smile. I was
horror-stricken. Under other circumstances she would probably
have been right - we knew each other pretty intimately after all.
But now! He might be safe, but _I_ wasn't! I'd gone off the pill
after my breakup to give my body a rest. If he came in me... Oh
God!

He moved faster, thrusting harder. I really was helpless under
him, and my body, taking its cues from dreams past responded with
renewed pleasure even as my mind recoiled. I couldn't hear the
chant anymore over my wails and the slapping of our sweaty
bodies, until with a final stab his bellow drowned us all out.
The cock throbbed and erupted, shooting its load deep inside me.
My sob came out only as another moan, my body shuddering into
another orgasm by the wracking sexual power of this waking
nightmare. Oh God Oh God Oh God oh god... I began fading even as
my spasming body milked his cock. The liquid feeling inside me
set off all kinds of alarms somewhere far away in my mind, but I
was flowing on its currents to true sleep. I don't remember if I
dreamed then.

------------- 69.

The vibrator is pushed right up against my clit, buzzing loudly.
I try to squirm away from it, but can't move much, certainly not
enough to escape. It's on way too high - I can't even think. I
try to get away and can't... straining against... holding me 
down... blindfolded... screaming... buzzing...

Light explodes behind my eyes. Climax rips though me. I scream
louder. Pleasure stabs through the overloaded buzzing, and, for
shuddering moments, I mindlessly grind up against its source. The
fireworks go on and on, but eventually die. After the orgasm
fades, the stimulation stays just as strong, not moving from my
button. I'm oversensitive now. I can't take it. It comes anyway.
I'm weak, but I fight... Too much...

It makes me cum twice again, each one more amazing and
excruciating than the last. I'm sobbing instead of screaming the
third time. Or is it the fourth? Pleasure is a meaningless term
now. My whole body buzzes with the dildo mashed up against my
poor nub. I nearly pass out when it is finally taken away. I
almost don't feel the thick, living cock slide into me. Almost.

------------- 70.

A web of rough ropes held me to the wooden table. Cool metal
loops anchored the chords beneath my shoulders and elbows to a
tilted board, forcing me into a reclined position. Thick, knotted
strands around my thighs held my legs wide apart and bent back,
so that my knees almost touched the outsides of my breasts. Naked
and horrifyingly exposed, I tried to scream, but little sound
escaped the leathery gag fit snugly over my mouth.

Cloying scents, like sour incense, filled my nostrils when I
breathed. I heard the old witch muttering to herself before she
came into view. She shambled by me in her dark ragged robe,
holding a small iron bowl or brazier. As she passed, she almost
casually deposited the pot on my stomach, its weight and cold
startling me as she moved to a table at the other end of the room
and began rooting through the various flasks and pouches strewn
across it.

I flexed my stomach muscles and managed to upset the bowl,
tilting it over and causing it to clang and crash noisily to the
floor. The old witch startled at the noise and turned around. Her
smile was more like a grimace as she cackled quietly, her bent
form going even more crooked as she stooped to pick it up.

"Feisty," she said between cold chuckles, "good, good. Dearie,
you won't want to be doing that again, now." As she said this she
straightened up, placing the pot again on my stomach and holding
it there as she reached past my head and brought into view a
large black kettle with steam rushing from it's spout. As my eyes
widened in fear, she poured boiling water from the kettle into
the bowl on my stomach. The cold metal quickly warmed, but I
dared not heave it over, lest I spill it on myself. There must
have been a spell on the water, since it continued roiling in the
bowl as I stared at it. Perhaps the pot was also hexed, because
though the metal quickly became uncomfortably hot, it did not
burn as it should have.

I almost heaved it over anyway as the witch's bony fingers traced
their way slowly across my vulva before she moved back to the
other table again. I trembled and watched as she made several
trips back and forth with different powders and liquids that she
added in careful measure to the bubbling pot. The water clouded
and thickened, and new odors rose from it. Streamers of steam
rose and wafted towards me instead of dispersing in the close
room. I had no choice but to inhale the sickly sweet vapor.
Before too long I was feeling heady, almost drunk.

The first touch of a tongue on my vagina made me squeal, almost
upsetting the pot again. But even as I recoiled, a sudden shock
of pleasure surged through my body. The room spun, but I could
still make out the mass of grey, frayed hair descending past the
bowl, bobbing between my legs as the witch began to lick where no
one else had ever even touched me. Queasiness and terror flooded
me as I imagined what her wretched mouth was doing, but the
sensations her tongue wrought were like nothing I'd ever felt
before. I whined into my gag as my body tensed, sloshing the
contents of the bowl dangerously.

She was disgusting and awful, cackling and slurping loudly as she
assaulted my virtue, commenting on my taste and the resilience of
my flesh. It was horrible and humiliating - incomparably more so
because the pleasure was undeniable, spreading from between my
legs up my spine, making my whole body tingle despite the
discomfort of my posture.

I couldn't resist. It must have been more wicked magic, but the
slobbering tongue of the witch drove me momentarily insane. My
body jerked and shook as pleasure exploded from where she touched
me. I screamed into my gag as the world burst into rainbows of
feeling, momentarily drowning out my fear, taking me somewhere
wonderful. I flew through it, free despite my bondage, as my body
surged and spasmed.

Something shifted on me, and my awareness crashed back into
myself. In the throes of my ecstasy, I heedlessly shook the pot
on my belly. Now in an instant of pure terror I saw I had rocked
it too far. It tilted down my body, an instant from pouring its
bubbling contents between my splayed legs!

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Nightmares and Visions (66-70) by Monocle

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