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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 
(71-75) 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/

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Nightmares and Visions 71-75 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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71.

The crone had alaready moved away from me, and the thick molten stream from 
the small cauldron spilled freely down my lower belly and between my legs. 
My muffeld scream was almost loud despite the gag, as I anticipated a 
blistering, scalding pain. It certainly was hot - hot enough to warrant 
complaint, but somehow it didn't burn me. I wasn't going to be scarred or 
disfigured. The honey-thick brown-green concoction flowed over my womanhood 
and down the cleft of my rear to pool where my body touched on the table. My 
skin began to tingle, an almost itchy sensation, wherever the potion touched 
me, and I watched in helpless consternation and confusion as the witch 
picked the bowl up and poured out the last of its contents on each of my 
breasts.

I squirmed against the scratchy ropes holding me as the tingling sensations 
increased, eliciting feelings I refused to think about. The witch looked on, 
a grin on her shiny, snaggletoothed mouth, and nodded.

"Yes.., yes dearie, I think you are ready now."

She hobbled across her little hovel and I wondered fearfully at her words. 
She reached her one shuttered window, and flung it open. Cold, fresh night 
air blew from the midnight woods into the close room. And so did something 
else. A dark, thready mist streamed in as well, wafting to a spot below the 
end of my table. It collected there, condensing, a black mass solidifying as 
many stramers converged. I stared in growing horror down between my pried 
apart legs at the dark form taking shape. A shudder raced across my body - a 
warm sensation, strange and new to me. I shook with a bizarre, unwelcome 
anticipation; some kind of purely physical need. No, I realized with a 
tremor, it was _sexual_. My insides churned like the boliing kettle had. As 
much as my mind flinched from this dark thing, my body _wanted_ it. I 
started screaming into my gag again as it moved towards me.  I closed my 
eyes and turned my head away even as my hips tried to thrust forward. The 
witch cackled again...

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72.

....
"hmmm.." ..Oh come on. It's - not even six. Dark. Let me sleep...

"Shh. It's OK, you just go back to sleep. Don't pay any attention to me. I'm 
just going to fuck you."

...Prick. Fine, go ahead. At least you're warm. Hands warm. Mm, that nice 
stuff on your cock - slippery warm. Sliding up. Have your way and let me 
sleep...

"Where is it? Where's that juicy little cunt? I want it so bad. Ah. Yesss. 
Thherrre..."

"hhhhhhhhh" ...Foul mouth...mmm hello, big boy... Just be slow and quiet so 
I can dream nice dreams...

"Oh, Yeah. You are so hot for me, aren't you. Need a hard cock stuffed in 
your soft body. Silky. Nice tits, too. Smoooth, Biiig."

...Corny. But feels nice...

"So fucking tight. You like getting this cock off don't you?. You like how 
it feels? Skin on skin, no protection, nothing to stop me from shooting 
right into you."

"*snort*" ...Humph on't blow it for yourself, love. If I laugh I'll wake up. 
Snipped yourself after the twins. They're handful enough. Must be fantasy 
time for darling...

"mmMMMmmnn??" ...Hey... wrists can't move. Tied together? Ankles too? What 
gives?...

"Ohh, don't you worry. Relax and let me do the work. You don't have to do 
anything. I'm just going to fill you up with my cum. See if I can put a baby 
in that belly of yours."

...Hand circling on my stomach. God, that always turns me on. Not fair. Cock 
sliding in and out. So much more gentle than the words. Almost enough to 
drift away...

"You must be so proud of how flat and strong you made it after growing three 
kids in there already - two at the same time. You won't mind one more, will 
you?"

"NNNnnnnnhh"...Come on, will you. Dirty talk, OK, but this? And the tying 
thing - that's just a little creepy... Yeah, its a little bit of a turn on,  
and your fingers do know my buttons, but really...

"No... no. Stay. I Insist. I'm close, but I'm not done yet. Come back here."

"Unh! ...Nnnnmmmmmm" ...OK, Ok. Pull me onto you. Go a little faster. Get it 
over with. Hmmm. That finger right there does feel so nice...

"Better. That's better. Your cunt likes it, I know. Womb ripe and wanting my 
seed. Needing me to fill you up. Soon now, I'll give it to you."

"ooooohhhhhh"  ...OK. That feels good. Faster, darling. I know you need me. 
I'm here for you... I feel you. I feel you...

"Yeah, Yeah. Almost there. Going to knock you up. HmmmmmmmHHHHHHHHHH! 
RRRRHHH!"

"MmmmmMMmmm Hmhm" ...feels so nice when you throb like that inside me. Warm. 
Wet. Alot of it this time, naughty boy...

"Shit that was good. You are one hot momma. Great cunt. Nice tits. Great 
fuck. It'll be a pretty kid too, I think."

"W-What? WHAT?" ...That voice - not his! Who?!

"See the clock? Hubby won't be back with the kids until four or five this 
afternoon. Remember? We have all day. We'll have lots of fun, and you can 
tell the kids they're going to have a new borther or sister when you see 
them. Just let me help you onto your stomach-"

"WUnh!" ...Get off of me! GET OUT OF ME!... "AAAIIIIgmmphh---" ...Oh God!

"Now now. We can't have you making so much noise. And if you see me it'll 
spoil part of the surprise, so I have to cover your pretty eyes also.

"-m-m-m-!" ...NOOOOO!...

"Oh, yes, yes. We have all day. And lots to do. I promise you'll enjoy it 
too."

"-m-m-M-MM!" ...What's that sound? Oh! No! Our cordless massager. He 
couldn't meant to... Oh, Stop STOP!...

"Well I'm ready again, and look! I'm still inside that little cum-box of 
yours. Let's just get this pillow in place and we can get down to some 
serious baby-making."

"-----" ...Oh God, please...

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73.

I sat in his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, 
fingers tangled in his curly hair. His strong hands roamed up and down my 
sides and back. We were both naked, and his erection pressed up between the 
cheeks of my ass as we kissed long and deep. I wanted him so bad, his pole 
was already wet from my arousal. My purse was somewhere on the floor among 
the scattered clothing. I just needed to get the condom out of it.

Our tongues fought as his hands traced up my sides to my breasts, thumbs 
brushing across my hard nipples. When I was this excited, which happened too 
rarely for my taste, my breasts were nearly as sensitive as my clit. I 
moaned into his mouth and shuddered at his touch, forgetting everything but 
how it felt. I was going to cum just from his hands on my breasts and my 
grinding into his lap.

Still lost in the sensations, I almost whined in protest when his hands 
moved under my arms. He lifted me, breaking our kiss. Before I could 
complain too much, his hot mouth had closed on my left nipple, and I arched 
my back and moaned loud, pressing forward into his face, grabbin and holding 
his head there as he suckled. His rising shaft poked my perineum, only 
adding to the sensation.

He turned his attention to my right breast, and pleasure coursed through me. 
He leaned forward, hands sliding to my waist. Before I knew what had 
happened, he'd pushed me back and down, and I was sinking onto his cock. 
Alarms went off in my head and I started to protest and push away, but he 
chose that second to give my nipple a gentle bite, followed by a savage 
sucking and swirling attack of his tongue. My objections turned into lusty 
moans and my body bucked. Instinctively, I impaled myself on his cock, 
magically doubling my pleasure. My lust-addled brain drowned out whatever 
worries had threatened my body's continuing fulfilment.

He barely paused when switching his oral attention to the other breast. I 
was almost reclined, back and neck supported by either one of his arms, 
while his free hand massaged and kneaded the breast he wasn't latched on to. 
My lower body worked by itself, undulating up and down his thick shaft of 
its own accord. The pleasure flowed and engulfed me, and I came violently, 
arching and screaming for what seemed like hours.

My senses came back slowly, and with them, the realization and urgency to 
get the protection in place before things got any further. From the sweat on 
his body and the pace of his breathing, he wasn't going to last much longer, 
and I wanted him in me, but safe, when he came.

Gently, I pushed him back to sitting straight up, reassuring him, with 
kisses and words. I lifted up off of him and turned to search for my purse. 
His hands came to my shoulders and began to push me down. I looked down at 
him, objecting words on my tongue, but from what I saw in his eyes he wasn't 
going to be listening. I realized it was too late to do anything as he 
forced me back down on his swelling shaft, thrusting up into me as I 
struggled to rise off him. He filled me more and more, and then his head 
rushed forward and attacked my right breast again. I don't know what did it 
- some untapped erotic reservoir, or the combination of force and danger as 
he pulled my unprotected pussy down onto him, but a second climax crashed 
over me, sucked out of my nipple, fucked into me by the bare cock. During 
this crashing, screaming cum, I heard and felt his own orgasm strike - his 
seed erupting up into my body with nothing to stop it...

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74.

The chains kept my straining arms from interfering with the pulling and 
tearing at my clothes and fondling my breasts, nor did the metal restraints 
allow me to close my legs as the tentacles curled up against my newly 
exposed mound and explored my sex.

When I saw the gleaming obsidian egg emerge from the writhing heap and move 
towards my spread, helpless pussy, I shivered and shrieked in fear. The egg 
shape was smoother than glass, and very warm. The tendrils holding it 
followed my movements as I tried to evade it's touch. It slid easily against 
my skin, probed my crotch, and effortlessly nozed into my slit.

My legs flailed uselessly as the tapered shape forced me open around it. 
Images of the nightmare it contained swam in my mind, and I struggled 
despereately as it stretched and pushed into my resisting vagina. My fight 
was hopeless from the start, though. In twitching, squirming minutes, the 
invading limbs pressed the egg against the end of my passage.

Then, the 
entire mass shuddered into vibration as I screamed and convulsed. My lower 
body buzzed and cramped. The assault intensified, and I actually felt, or 
thought I could feel, my innermost gateway begin to flex and give. Shove by 
tiny shove, the nameless thing forced its egg into my  womb!

In the last minute, It used my body agasint me. The vibrations paused, and 
my spasming cervix closed - around the base of the egg - literaly pulling it 
in the final bit to snugly fit its new home. Overwhelmed with terror, my 
body had nothing to go on but instinct when the vibrations started up again. 
I crashed into orgasm as the sensation wracked my body, and passed out.

When I awoke with a scream on my lips, I was still naked and chained, but 
more loosely. I probed my abdomen with trembling fingers, feeling the new, 
hard lump there. Nearly horror stricken, I traced the shape of my filled 
womb. A tapping sensation... inside... made me freeze. Minutes went by as 
the tapping got stronger and my paralyzing fear increased to near insanity. 
Then, it was almost like something popped inside me. It didn't hurt, but a 
warm liquid rush sent a shiver of pure dread up my spine. I felt it then - 
something alive - moving inside me. My screams would not stop coming now.

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75.

It's always different, but always the same, too. I'm held in so many 
different ways - paralyzed in place like a statue; held by delicate 
ornamental metalworks or great, rusty bolted cuffs, or giant chromed robotic 
machines; trapped by steel chains, or thousands of tiny golden threads; 
gripped by squeezing vines or slime covered pulsing tentacles or leathery 
segmented limbs; or clasped by disembodied hands or faceless living 
mannequins.

However I am trapped it is always the same way - my arms are straight out 
the sides, my head resting on the ground or mattress or muddy earth, looking 
off to the side. My hanging breasts just touch the surface as well, as do my 
knees and toes. My legs are spread wide, my back arched, by bottom turned 
upward. It is the most lewdly exposed and vulnerable position I can imagine.

It always seems like a long time. Sometimes it's deathly quiet. Sometimes my 
hammering heartbeat is magnified to thunder. Sometimes familiar to 
unspeakable sounds fill my ears. Fear and dread builds with every second I 
can't move. Sometimes I'm free to plead or scream, sometimes I can't make a 
sound.

I always see it first, materializing in my vision, or approaching from the 
out of view. Sometimes it's simply a man, erect and ready. Oftentimes it's 
something else entirely - a faceless machine with a wicked dildo; a 
fantastical monster
with a cock-like limb or tentacle quivering with anticipation; a blooming 
flower with a colossal stamen; a rampant demon or other horrific creature or 
thing. I always see the full length and girth of it before it moves from my 
field of view.

Then I can no longer see it, but I feel it move behind me, it's warmth, or 
coolness close to my splayed thighs. I always scream and strain to get away, 
sometimes a sound comes, sometimes not. Sometimes my limbs and body pull 
hard at their restraints, sometimes nothing happens at all.

The presence behind me shifts. Hands or grippers or claws or mist or 
pseudopoda come to rest on my hips. My desperation rises as the head of the 
cock, or the tip of whatever shaft or noses my obscenely parted vulva.

Then, always, every single time, just before the thing invades me for the 
first time, I feel the trickle of moisture down my leg. I'm not just wet; 
I'm dripping. It fucks into me and I scream, aloud or silently. Pure 
physical pleasure - of being stretched and filled completely - collides 
head-on with the realization of physical violation by a complete stranger or 
horrific thing. The worst realization, penetrating me as deeply as the shaft 
in my pussy, is that I am more than ready to receive it, and that I don't 
care _what_ it is because I want it to fuck me right now!

And it does.

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Nightmares and Visions (71-75) 
by Monocle

Feedback to: 
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Other stories from Monocle can be found at:
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ftp: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/
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