Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. If you're under 18, this is not for you; skip or erase the file. Stay in school. Abstain 'till true 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 1999-2003, (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 ------------------------------------------------------------ =|;-{ Nightmares and Visions (ALL) various/F NC bond by Monocle 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: ftp: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle web: https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/www ----------------------------------------------------------- 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 whether or not some or all are from one person, or who or what the person or people is or are. Most subjects read as "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. This file contains all to-date, so here is a short index: 1. Hanging DP 51. Gyno-insemination 2. Syringe 52. Taughtening chains 3. Framework and switches 53. Thing in the Bath 4. Scout defloration circle 54. Sensory Overload 5. Sleeping monster awakens 55. White Room 6. Web spider thing 56. Blackmail Letter 7. Double-dildo chair 57. Breeding punishment 8. See-saw slide 58. 55 cont. Conditioning 9. Curled in a ball 59. Pit offering 10. Wearing down 60. Eyes of Desire 11. Phallic interrogation 61. Over the hole 12. Fabric haze 62. Pedestrian Petting 13. Annonymous dog-style unprotected 63. Caught by Dryads 14. Nightmare faces I (tongue) 64. Pedestrian Peccadilloes 15. Nightmare faces II (tube) 65. Corporate Conference 16. Sinister tentacle in the dark 66. Arachnophobia 17. Lover's offering to stranger 67. Blowjob self protection 18. Commanded defloration 68. Dream ritual 19. Dildo+porn I 69. Buzzed 20. Dildo+porn II 70. Caludron Bubble 21. A date too far 71. Toil and Trouble 22. Robotic rape 72. Interrupted slumber 23. Dildo and mirror 73. Dangerous lapdance 24. Internal scan implantation 74. Egg implantation 25. Dragon 75. Different yet the same 26. Cunnilingual tease 76. Conveyor 27. 26 cont. Impregnation assault 77. Lying Still 28. 26 cont. Lesbian assault 78. Lasershow 29. 27 cont. Impregnation climax 79. Picures 30. Virgin resistance 80. Playtime 31. Rush hour attack 32. Last virgin second 33. Debauchery Theater Prologue 34. 33 cont. Act I 35. Too many hands 36. Snuck from behind 37. Tummy Rub 38. Webbed and Impregnated 39. Above the Nightmare 40. Insemination competition 41. Alley forcing 42. Jacuzzi attack 43. 42 cont. Jacuzzi Jet 44. Virgin chained to stool 45. Stadium and tank 46. Rubber Men 47. Tongues and whispers 48. Fountain of cum 49. 47 cont. Cock and whispers 50. Mirror Mirror ------ 1. I was disoriented, only slowly becoming aware of my surroundings, but there was no mistaking the feeling of strong hands at the backs of my knees, bending and lifting them up and apart. I realized I was unclothed, hanging not far over the floor by thickly padded wrist cuffs. A sole brilliant spotlight in a vast, dark room illuminated me from above. I felt a hot presence behind me and my tensing body was pulled up against the bare chest and abdomen of whomever was spreading my legs. Despite my resistance, my knees were drawn up and out until they were almost to my sides, level with my ribcage. Spread this way, my naked pussy was completely open and exposed to the darkness. I moaned and called out; demanding to be let go. A shadowy figure emerged into the pool of light, tall, muscular, and male, with an erection larger than anything I had seen before in my inexperienced life. His cock glistened with the moisture of some sort of lubrication and he gripped it with one fist as he directed it to the opening of my vulnerable pussy. Butterflies of fear and disbelief danced in my stomach, my demands turning to shrill pleas. Without word or hesitation, the man plowed his cock past my spread labia and drove completely into me. I screamed as I was pinioned. I'd never experienced anything so monstrous, so impersonal, so abrupt. And I was stuffed so full. I could feel my protesting inner muscles spasm in futility around the thick invader. It was uncomfortable, almost painful, and oppressively sexual. I didn't have time to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out and fucked insistently into me again... and again... and again. His hands held the curve of my hips for purchase and leverage only. There was no tenderness in his grip; he used it only to hold me for his cock as the hands of the man behind me spread me open for him. I was barely beginning to acclimate to the strange, powerful fucking, gasping deeply with each slow thrust, when the man in front of me moved his hands down to my ass, kneading, then grabbing my cheeks and spreading them apart as the man behind me lowered my knees to waist level. Deep inside, I feared... I knew, what this meant, and I screamed. I screamed again at the first light pressure on my virgin asshole. I tried to thrash away as the pressure increased. My wiggling only served to allow my pussy to be more deeply impaled as the second lubricated phallus pushed at my anal entrance. My backdoor slowly, torturously stretched wide to accept its debaucher, allowing the head to push inside and forcing a groan from deep within me. I felt the grip on my knees tighten as the man behind began to push up my rectum, forcing me against the one pumping my cunt, the angle now causing the top of his cock to rasp against my clit... 2. I lay nude, strapped to the padded chair, arms above my head. My legs were spread wide and bent at the knees, bound at the ankles and knees to stirrup-like posts at the edge of the split seat. When I looked down, I could see a large syringe-like device pointed at my exposed sex. It had no needle, but did come to a narrow, slightly upwardly curved opening. It was filled with a milky fluid. Above the syringe, a video camera pointed down at my exposed body, its red recording light lit. Below both devices was a blunt rubber sleeve, pointed at my anus. Above the camera, a large digital clock read 1:00:00 beneath a mirror that afforded me an even better view of my exposed privates. A disembodied voice spoke: "Miss Jones, thank you for playing our little game. If you win, there is a suitcase behind the chair with $50,000 for you to walk away with. You will be released automatically, and the videotape will automatically eject. You may take it and do with it as you like. It is the sole copy. The door behind you is unlocked. If you lose, the suitcase will be removed, and the videotape will also be removed be kept by us. Then you will be free to go. For now. "The rules of the game are simple: for the next hour you must not come. In fact, if you show too many physical signs of arousal you also risk 'losing.' The syringe is filled with semen. Whose is not important...unless you lose. It is now being inserted into you...struggling won't help...there. Your cervix has been slightly dilated by a hormone injection. It is perfectly safe - we are professionals. I can assure you that the tip of the syringe is safely and completely inside your womb at full penetration...now. "The other device is a small pump bulb. It is now being inserted into your anus... It is quite sensitive, so any muscle contractions in your lower body will squeeze the bulb, which is directly connected to the plunger on the syringe. The only resistance on the syringe is the natural friction of the plunger. If that friction is overcome, the plunger will be pushed all the way in and the entire contents will be injected into your womb. "According to your normal hormone levels, you're ovulating today -right now, in fact. Oh yes, you may feel some vibration in the apparatus. That's a build-up of stress on the mechanical armature. It should reset itself if you wiggle your hips a bit; otherwise it will continue to increase in intensity over time. Good luck, Miss Jones." The clock started counting backwards. I called out desperately "My name's not Jones! You have the wrong person! Let me GO!" Silence answered me. I was already sweating with the effort of holding still. It had been hard enough not to scream and thrash when the two probes had pushed inside me. Then I felt the faintest stirring in my ass and pussy... 3. I found myself imprisoned on a metal framework, suspended by a cable in vertical tracks. My hands were locked above my head, and unmoving metal bands gripped my chest, waist, and hips. My legs were bent in front of me and out to the side and held by more bands at the upper and lower thighs. My knees were bent almost fully and with my calves and upper legs strapped together. My bare privates were quite exposed. The only freedom of movement I had was my wrists, ankles and neck. I looked down and saw a large metallic phallus, gleaming and oily, resting just two inches below me, pointed straight up at my pussy entrance. I looked up and saw a man at a panel of switches. He flipped one, and heard a low hum begin below me. I felt vibrations spread throughout the frame and across the bands holding me prisoner. My eyes widened and my mouth opened - wanting to say something, to yell, to protest, but I couldn't make the sounds come out. The anonymous man moved to a second switch and flipped it. I saw and heard the cable snap and felt the framework I was strapped to drop straight down. My scream started and cut off instantly as gravity forced me down on top of the giant fake cock. It split my pussy lips and drove into me, filling me, stretching me to the limits. There was no stopping it as I sank inexorably down by the force of my own weight. The monster vibrated with a strong buzz, massaging my insides more and more deeply as it bored into me. The head hit the end of my cunt passage with a jarring force that took my breath away. I was trapped now, bound, and completely impaled, the metal phallus boring at my very core, buzzing me quickly into and then beyond arousal. The base of the monster mashed up against my clit and tormented it mercilessly. In less than a minute I was cumming, my hyperstimulated pussy squeezing the unyielding invader rhythmically. In the haze of my climax, he saw the man flip a third switch and felt the framework alter position slightly, tilting me back a fraction, the metal cock moving with me as if it were now permanently melded to me, still pushing the waves of my orgasm higher. Another switch and I heard another low, loud hum from below and slightly behind. The last switch dropped me again, and this time I screamed long and hard as I sank, helpless, inch by inch onto the phallus pointed up my ass. Another orgasm ripped through me... 4. The twenty other girls in my group and I were arrayed in a moonlit circle on our hands and knees, facing the center. A few of us were completely nude, but most had some clothing at least partially on - I still had my shoes and knee socks, and my skirt, though it was raised and resting on my back. My white blouse was half torn off, my bra and panties in a small pile off to the side with some of the others' discarded clothes. A man knelt behind each of us. All of those I could see in the bright ghostly light were naked from at least the waist down. Each man gripped his girl's hips or shoulders or breasts. Each had his own hard and throbbing penis pointed at or just touching the entrance to his victim's helpless pussy. We were all subdued. Tears welled and dried on my face and others', but we kept quiet. None of us made motions to struggle or escape. We all balefully watched the scene in the center of the circle. There, our leader, only slightly older than us, lay spread-eagled. Her wrists and ankles were tied and staked the ground of the clearing. Two enormous dildos were buried in her pussy and ass, held in place by rough rope tied around her hips and looped under her crotch and over her breasts and shoulders. Each vibrated with a hum audible to all when her moans and cries paused long enough, which was not often. The fake cock in her pussy had an attachment that pressed hard into her clit. Her breasts were free, but her nipples were pinched by clothespins. I watched as she arched her back and screamed as yet another unwanted orgasm shook her. Her voice echoed through the woods, and I shivered in the grip of the unseen assailant whose drooling cock barely nuzzled my virgin pussy lips. On some unspoken cue, All twenty-one men gripped their girls tightly and began pushing their hungry cocks into our unwilling pussies. Groans, gasps and cries erupted from around the circle and heads snapped back at the penetrations. My voice blended with least a dozen other high-pitched screams ringing out in the night as our hymens were torn in the deflowering thrusts... 5. I groaned, awakening slowly as I felt the cock buried in my cunt stir and stiffen again. The man above me also stirred from his slumber. His heavy, muscular body still pinned my slight frame, pressing it down into the deep, soft mattress. My arms were not bound, but lay limply stretched above my head as they had ever since he had told me what would happen if I resisted him. Of course I believed him. My legs were still spread wide to either side of his strong hips, my knees limply apart, having long ago lost strength and will to struggle. The man's hips began to move, slowly beginning a now achingly familiar pumping rhythm, making the inflating cock drag in and out of my over-used pussy, filling and stretching it more with each push. The first few slow thrusts squeezed white sticky fluid from my well-fucked hole - the remnant semen from my ravager's previous waking moments - before his expanding prick sealed off even that space. I groaned weakly, the sounds turning to moans of unwilling passion as the monster imprisoning me with his body increased the speed and force of his fucking, and my body betrayed me yet again. His head slowly raised from next to mine, his cruel, lust filled eyes catching and boring into mine as his cock bored into my cunt. His upper body was now supported on his meaty arms, and he grinned down at me as he lunged and hammered into me. His chest hairs scratched my nipples as his pubic hair ground at my clit. I felt my insides helplessly churning once again as his mammoth cock pounded into me for... I don't know; I'd lost count a long time ago. Now, both my dreams and my waking world were filled nightmares of savage fucking. I didn't know anymore whether the rape was real or imagined. I sought escape in the screaming whirlwind of sex being forced upon me. My mind turned completely inward, dimly aware of the dark eyes staring into mine and the bloated penis' pulsing ejaculation into me as I came yet again around the unwanted, invading cock. I faded again into my nightmares as his head came down to rest next to mine, his body pressing me down into the bed again as the cock within me softened and shrank, but stayed buried deep as its master and mine drifted back into sleep. Sated, for now. ---------------- ------------------------------------------- Nightmares and Visions (6-10) by Monocle ----------------------------------------------------------- 6. I cried out and struggled in the sticky, web-like bonds as the black spidery creature climbed up my right leg. My arms, manacled straight above my head to the wall, did not budge. Thrashing my free legs could not dislodge its grip, and it soon climbed to my middle thigh. The thing had far too many legs to actually be a spider. It reached some of these legs over to my other thigh and curled them around it. Soon it held both my legs slightly apart with a rubbery-steel grip. Its body was suspended in the small space between them. Its head - if it could be called a head - was about six inches from my naked pussy. I screamed as the top of the head irised open and began extruding a pale white tentacle. It glistened with wetness as it extended toward my trembling body, pointed straight at my unprotected sex. I screamed louder and more desperately as the segmented digit drew nearer. It reached my labia and pushed past them without slowing, its own wetness lubricating away any resistance from my dry entrance. I thrashed as hard as I could, trying to prevent the invasion, but the creature held on and pushed itself further in every second - past my lips, deeper and deeper into me... 7. I looked in horror at the spot-lit chair that I was being directed to sit on. It was a normal wooden kitchen chair in all respects except for the pair of dildos mounted on the seat. The first was black and thick, veined like a real cock, and maybe nine inches long. The second, a pallid white, had thinner, undulating shape and was not quite so tall. I felt strong arms gripping mine as I was led to the chair and turned to face away from it. As I stared into the formless black of the room, the same hands now moved to my shoulders and pushed me down and back. I had no choice but to obey. My lips trembled as I lowered myself, gripping the chair arms for support. I gasped and jerked up at the first warm, wet contact on my cunt. The hands arrested my upward motion and pushed me back down, slowly, but unyieldingly. The thick, lubricated plastic divided my labia and entered me as I sank. My breath now came in small, quick sobs of fear, but even now, to my own horror, I could feel the first tingles of arousal in my pussy. Lower I went, and when the head of the fake cock was fully inside me, I first felt the contact of the second dildo perfectly placed on the bud of my anus. Again I gasped and jerked upward, only to be caught and pushed back again. The pressure on my anus increased until the shaft popped wetly through my rear entrance and began to push into my bowels as I continued to sink. My arms and legs were now trembling as I lowered myself. I could feel every new centimeter of the warm, textured dildos being pushed into me. I was crying openly now, afraid at what was happening to me and ashamed of how my body was beginning to react to it. I let out a loud moan of surrender as my asscheeks touched and then settled onto the seat of the chair. I was completely filled. The dildo in my cunt had knobs near its base that now tickled and pressed into my pussy lips and clit. The anal plug had flared slightly before the base and seemed to suck me down the last centimeters onto the chair as my sphincter contracted around the tapered end. I felt so weak, I was sure I would not be able to stand again by myself. I was so aroused and ashamed that I was not sure I ever wanted to. Someone flipped a switch. Lights blazed on. An auditorium lit up. It was full of people, strangers, all staring intently at me. The closest was seated no more than five feet away and faces receded up and away in all directions. I stared like a deer caught in headlights and could feel my blush of sexual arousal deepen and spread, intensified by the embarrassment of this ultimate and intimate exposure. In the haze of humiliation I barely heard another switch flip. Then everything went white and I screamed and arched my back as the two dildos within me shuddered to life and began slow, deep oscillating vibrations... 8. Another room, and I am locked another contraption. It is a large seesaw ramp arrangement. Just over the fulcrum, at the balance point, my chair lies on its back. The chair back has free spinning wheels that allow it to slide along grooves in the seesaw plank. There are stops in the track that prevent the chair from sliding past the balance point in one direction, though the tracks are unblocked in the opposite direction - past the bottom of the chair - until the very end of the ramp. The seesaw plank itself is also blocked from rotating beyond the balance point in one direction, but allowed to swing down to touch the ground the other way. The length of the whole ramp is about 30 feet. So, if someone were in this chair, and if it were even fractionally off the balance point, they would have to try to redistribute their weight if they did not want the chair to start moving down the ramp. Once they moved just an inch or two off center, there'd be no compensating for the downward rotation of the ramp and roll of the chair. Other features of the chair, shown in detail to me before I was placed in it, include various straps to keep its occupant in place against the contoured seat, though arm and leg motion are unrestricted. There is also a pair of holes in the seat; one about two inches wide, the other about an inch, separated by only a small distance. One is designed to align with the vagina of the properly installed female occupant; the other aligns with the anus. At the far end of the ramp are two rather large dildos. Each is the appropriate thickness and exact orientation to allow unhindered passage through the holes in the chair, should the chair come sliding down the ramp. Each is not much less than a foot in length. A low vibrating hum emanates from them and they glisten with a greasy lubrication. I am the chair's occupant. I am strapped in correctly, and have no way of wiggling a hand past the restraints to protect my nether regions. My hands are needed elsewhere anyway, since the only way to keep the chair balanced is to have my hands stretched far above my head to the far side of the ramp. Her legs, as mentioned, are free to rotate from the hip, and they need to be raised as far in the direction of the far side as possible to keep my center of gravity on the correct side and maintain the ramp's equilibrium. Right now the ramp is stable - it has been for some time. My legs are almost doubled back, toes pointed and straining for the far side. The strap arrangement doesn't allow the legs to point straight back; they are spread open about 45 degrees. This adds an additional openness and vulnerability to my private parts positioned over the chair's holes. I was given a thorough tour of the device before being strapped in, and know too well how it operates. But now, I am sweating. If I tire, I may have to relax my legs or arms, letting them fall down and forward slightly. That will probably be enough. I keep my protesting limbs stretched out. How much longer? 9. I am curled in a ball, naked on the floor. My knees are down, hands hugging them. My head is bowed. The strong hand reaches from behind my slight frame and is stroking my pussy between my slightly parted legs. I am wet and breathing hard. My mind wills me to move, to escape the lewd touch. But my body does not respond. Instead, my knees push open slightly more, to allow the rough fingers easier access. One finger suddenly shoves up into my cunt and I grunt. It pulls back and shoves in several times, and I moan and mumble in protest. My body rocks with the shoving finger. Another finger shoves into my now soaking pussy, then a third, sawing back and forth. I would say no if I could, would scramble to escape if I could. But instead I hump back onto the jabbing fingers. Now a cock rubs my labia and clit, moistening itself on my free flowing juices. I know what is coming and can only moan in protest as my hips try to capture the sliding prick. The flared head slides up past my well used vaginal entrance to the pucker of my virgin anus, and then pushes hard against it. I cry out in surprise and protest, as it pushes through the ring of muscle and plows into my ass. My eyes are wide, staring ahead but unseeing. My rear surges up as the cock plunges in, the attempt to avoid the intrusion only providing a better angle for it. My hips undulate, raising and lowering my impaled ass as the prick slides home, sunk to the balls, which slap heavily against my pussy. I whine weakly as my stuffed ass quivers. A hand reaches around my waist now, and a curled finger pushes back up my cunt as the cock slides two-thirds out and then shoves back up my back door. A thumb now rubs my clit. A second hand snakes up my side to reach under and grab a small fleshy tit, as my ass is fucked slowly and powerfully. I moan and whine as the torment continues. I cry out and come helplessly, My plundered ass squeezing the hard cock, which stiffens and spurts up my rear passage as it is shoves all the way in once more. It surges and pulses as my climax takes me. Then, after some minutes, the slowly softening member is pulled out, trailing semen. The hands leave me. I collapse. I am curled in a ball, naked on the floor... 10. It had taken a long time to get me to cum the first time. My fear and terror at the kidnapping and restraint held off any sense of arousal for quite a while. But he was patient, oblivious to my screams and pleas. His long tongue worked my exposed pussy continually. Not a square inch of my sex escaped its attentions. Labia, clit, inside, inner thigh, all wet now from his licking. Slowly, as time went from half an hour, to an hour and on, my body responded despite my fear, against my will, betraying me minute by minute. Finally, I rewarded him as I cried out and shuddered in a stolen climax. He started again. Lightly, delicately, he worked my sensitive flesh. He took great care not to over-stimulate or abrade. It wouldn't do to have raw nerves reduce my sensitivity or add unneeded pain to the stimulation. He used his own spit and saliva liberally, and was assisted by the juices now flowing from his helpless victim. Now he occasionally slipped his tongue down to the pucker of my ass, causing me to jerk at each contact. After timeless time, though less than for the first, he wrested another orgasm from my sweating, screaming body. Again, this time he concentrated only on my clit, swirling it mercilessly, rapidly, driving me insane with the intensity of the sensation. I came quickly this time, straining and moaning in my imprisonment. And again, slowly, torturously. My sobs too soon gave way to moans of passion as I rose helplessly again. To my horror, my exhausted body now ached for his mouth's caress. He released my legs, which simply fell open; his mouth still locked over my cunt. I climaxed again, muscles spasming, then releasing. Again - even more slowly. He brought a hand up to my flowing pussy and gently, fraction by fraction, inserted his middle finger into me. I didn't really register the penetration until he curled the finger up to graze my G-spot. I'd never known a sensation like that was possible. I came again almost instantly. He continued licking and manipulating me until yet another orgasm rocked my exhausted body. He released my arms, but I now lacked either the strength or the will to move them. I lay open and panting. He went down on me again. I barely quivered as he started, but soon was shaking my head and writhing as he brought me close to cumming again. This time, though, he didn't bring me over. He eased off and teased me with his tongue, just enough to keep me agonizingly on the edge, until my weakened body used what little strength it had left in trying to force my hips toward him to get the last desperately needed stimulation. Now it was time. I dully felt him climb up my body, between my splayed legs, fingers of one hand taking over from his mouth in teasing me without pause. He positioned himself over me, looking down into my confused, frightened, half-closed eyes. His steel hard shaft hovered an inch above my virgin pussy entrance. He lowered his head and whispered into my ear, "You're mine now," as his hot cockhead now touched my pussy entrance. He shoved his hips forward. His cock plowed into me, tearing through my hymen and burying itself fully in me with one hard stroke. My eyes snapped open and I screamed. But the quick, sharp pain was buried as I came again, surrendering myself to him. ----------------------------------------------------------- Nightmares and Visions (11-15) by Monocle ----------------------------------------------------------- 11. I am locked on my hands and knees. I'm held by a number of soft, but unyielding leather straps. My forearms and calves are held to the floor, knees pushed forward slightly and spread wide apart. Another strap around my waist pulls it towards the floor, leaving my tits to hang into two depressions below them and forcing my ass up in the air, leaving it and my pussy open and exposed. My hair hangs loose around my face, except for the handful of locks pulled back to the straps at my waist that force my head up and facing forward. All I can see in front of me is a mechanical armature holding an alarmingly realistic looking dildo pointed at my mouth. A voice speaks. "Yes Julie, there is one of those wonderful devices pointing at each of your openings. This is your situation: We need information from you, and we are going to get it. We are going to ask you questions and you are going to answer them quickly and truthfully. Questions will only be asked once. We know the answers to most, but not all of the questions we will be asking, so we will catch you if you lie. If you lie or wait too long to answer, one or more of these devices will begin to fuck you. Simple as that. They will continue for three minutes or until you cum, and then we will ask the question again. Do not try to stop the dildo at your mouth, the mechanism will bruise your lips - even break your teeth if you grit them. I can't say what the fucking will be like. The device is set randomly, and can work from slow and gentle to... well you might just see. "And if you are still reluctant, dear Julie, we will replace the machinery with real cocks - no protection - and after we use ours, we'll take anyone's - no health check. A wrong or missing answer then will result in you being fucked until _they_ cum." "Do you understand?" "Y-Yes.." "Are you ready?" "Please! Don't do this! I'll tell you anything you want to know!" "That was not the correct answer, Julie" "No! NOOO0-MMMGggmmff!" 12. I floated in a dreamy haze. Sensations rippled across my body. Satin-like textures caressed my skin. The cool fabric rubbed across my breasts and nipples, causing them to tingle with pleasure. The feel of the fabric spread. It moved along my arms, around my belly and back, down my buttocks and thighs, winding around my legs. The teasing, sheer fabric drew my arms and legs slowly away and apart. It tickled and rubbed my inner thighs. It teased the outer lips of my pussy. My cheeks and chin and neck felt it also, though I saw nothing but cloudy, misty shapes. Soon I was floated spread-eagled in the misty space, every inch of me feeling the silky caress. The soft smooth fabric-like material rubbing my slit now bowed towards me pushing between my moistening outer lips. Further it dipped and pressed into me, extruding like a soft, thick tongue. I accepted it with the rest of the sensations, letting it slowly enter me. The teasing at my stiffened nipples intensified, and I felt my hardening clit emerge to be softly stroked as my pussy gently filled. My orgasm took me suddenly and I cried out into the muffling haze. My body shuddered with the release, and my pussy clamped down on the strange intruding material spasmodically. The sensations continued as I slowly came down still immersed in the semi-conscious atmosphere. 13. I felt full, stuffed completely. The throbbing presence in my cunt was driving me crazy. It slid out and pushd back in relentlessly, dragging against my engorged clit each time it forced its way in. Strong hands gripped my thighs, slamming me up and back each time the cock plowed into me from behind. My head hung low, arms dangling to the ground, legs splayed to either side of the hard, flexing thighs of my anonymous lover. I was helpless to resist the most intense fucking I'd ever felt. I felt the thick phallus pulse and expand in my already stretched cunt. It shoved hard into me one more time, pressing up against the entrance to my ripe womb. I felt it throb inside me and knew it was cumming into me. The hot, gooey feeling spread deep within me. The cock filled me with semen. I shuddered, knowing what might happen; knowing this massive, unknown cock might impregnate me right now. My climax rode hot on my dread and arousal, taking me as completely as the cock that filled me. My inner muscles squeezed the cock reflexively, coaxing every last drop from it deep into my body. 14. I emerged from darkness as an orgasm gently rocked me. I opened my eyes and was blinded by the glare, but my body was alive with erotic sensation. Tongues and lips and hands were all I could feel. Both male and female mouths and fingers molested me. Looking around, I half recognized many of the faces - sinister and predatory facades resembling friends, relatives, old loves, and others. The mouths licked and sucked at my neck and breasts and clit. They nibbled my thighs and armpits and under my knees. The hands that weren't pinning my wrists above my head or holding my legs spread wide, slid up and down my sweat-soaked body, grabbing and stroking my fevered skin around the mouths and tongues. I lay against nothing, my weight supported only by groping hands and pressing mouths. I could move only a little, and was unable to escape any touch or protect any part of me from the insistent caresses. Every inch of me was being paid wanton attention except my mouth, which was free to cry and moan and scream out protests that went unheeded. I was disoriented, overwhelmed, out of control. My second orgasm triggered when the first jab of a tongue into my anus caused me to jerk my hips forward, mashing my mound into the mouth devouring my pussy. That mouth responded by viciously sucking on my clit until I screamed in climax... 15. (Could be another part to 14) I'd lost track of how many cums they had forced from me when I felt something thicker than a finger and harder than a tongue first push into my pussy. I tried to see what it was over the heads and arms that covered my body, and could barely make it out. Some of the hands guided a long transparent tube extending from the white ceiling, pushing its blunt, curved end into my defenseless cunny. It was as thick as a fat cock, but smooth. It stretched my pussy, but I was so wet from saliva and my own juices that it slid into me easily despite its girth, filling me full as tongues feverishly licked all around it. I was cumming almost continually now, and could feel my inner muscles squeeze the new presence within me eagerly. It was guided as far into me as it would go and held there as the hands and mouths danced over me, carrying me to another peak of unwelcome ecstasy. Wave after crashing wave shook me, exhausted me. They just wouldn't stop. My blurred vision cleared briefly and I saw it. A white fluid traveled slowly down the tube towards my stuffed pussy. It was already halfway from the ceiling to me. It advanced forward an inch or so every second. I knew what it was. I knew there was no way I could escape it. I knew what was going to happen to me. Another bolt of orgasm stole my senses. I shuddered and looked away again, moaning in pleasure and anguish as my hips rocked forward of their own accord, grinding into the tongue on my clit, pushing the end of the tube hard against my cervix. Suddenly everything stopped. Hands still held me, tongues and fingers pressed into me everywhere, but all movement had ceased for the moment, frozen in mid lick or grope. I came down, shaking from the almost unbearable climax and looked around me. Heads and hands were motionless. Then I looked at the tube. The white stuff had almost reached me. I could feel the tube pulse within my pussy with each inch the fluid advanced. Nothing would stop it from flowing through; deep into my cunt, to be injected right at the opening to my ripe womb. I could only stare, heart pounding, as the semen filled the tube penetrating my pussy. Three inches away, two inches, one. The jism forced the tube to widen as it flowed into me, and I could feel it progress deeper with each surge as it traveled down the last distance within me. Then the world exploded. Hands and tongues that had been still for the last minute erupted back to life, even more energetically than before. Mouths sucked hard on my nipples and clit, a tongue laved and pushed into my anus. Fingers massaged my breasts and thighs and ass and neck. My body was completely overwhelmed and overstimulated. They drove me from almost nothing to the edge of orgasm almost instantly. I screamed. I shuddered. I felt warmth deep in my belly as hot cum started pumping into me. I screamed again. I imagined I could feel it filling me, feel my own body betraying me, spasming muscles trying to pull the stuff deeper, to help it fulfill its purpose. I screamed. My breasts and pussy and ass were consumed in pleasure as the steady stream of seed surged into me and into me. I screamed. ---------------------------------------------- Nightmares and Visions (16-20) by Monocle ---------------------------------------------- 16. I was up against the wall, wrists in manacles above and to either side of my head, spread apart, but not pulling uncomfortably. The feel of smooth stone against my backside told me I was naked. I could move my neck to look down, but the pitch-blackness of the room revealed nothing. My bare feet held most of my weight on a cool floor. I don't know how long I stood there, calling out questions, trying to see shapes in the dark. I felt something brush my inner thigh. The sudden contact after so much nothing made me shriek and jump. It was hot, and seemed wet, first touching me between my legs, above my right knee. I instinctively closed my legs tight, twining my feet around each other and clamping my knees together. This had the effect of trapping whatever it was between my thighs, but I didn't want to take any risks. And my hunch was right, since I almost immediately felt an upward pressure as it tried to slide further up my legs. It was mostly smooth against my skin, and though difficult to judge by feel alone, seemed around wrist-thick. It had a rounded end, but I wasn't sure at first. My initial fearful impression, given the situation, was that it was some monster penis. Its texture, however, seemed too smooth, and it seemed stiffer - more rubbery than flesh-like. On the other hand, I could feel it throb and pulse against my skin as it tried to wiggle its way upward. That was distressing, to say the least. Despite the squeezing of my legs, it began to make some progress, too. It was wet, coated with an oily, slimy substance. I couldn't prevent it from slowly pushing upward between my thighs. My legs trembled from the effort of pressing together, and perspiration ran on my goose-dimpling skin. It seemed no use. The worming, burrowing progress, though slow, was steady and unstoppable. The hot shaft pushed up between my legs even as I bucked and tried to swing my hips away from it. The rounded possibly tapered tip, helped push my flesh aside. I couldn't see how long the thing was, but it was longer than any cock I knew of. It kept sliding up from between my joined legs where I first closed them on it. I could now feel small ridges and bumps on its mostly smooth surface as they brushed higher against the increasingly sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Though I'd known it was coming for a long time, I screamed when the tip finally reached my vulva. The first hot touch on my most private place made me frantic to escape, and I nearly dislocated a shoulder trying to pull my arms free from their restraints. The probing tip rubbed against my slit. I whimpered, hoping desperately that it would not be able to reach its obvious target. I wailed helplessly as I felt it divide my labia and begin pushing into me. 17. My lover's hands left my breasts and caressed their way down my chest and belly to start feeling their way through my bush. I leaned back into him and spread my legs. His long, strong fingers played with me, running over my mound, tickling my thighs, sliding up and down just to the sides of my mound. My breathing quickened, and I started whining and moving my hips to position myself under his fingers. He teased me for only a short while, though, and I arched and moaned as his massaged and then parted my labia. I was so hot and wet. When he dipped that first finger into my slit I positively gushed with pleasure. Other fingers lazily circled my clit. I convulsed every time a finger swiped across the little nub. I brought my own hands under his overreaching arms to my breasts, caressing myself, and let my head fall back on his shoulder. I was in heaven. My widely splayed feet found purchase on the sides of the sofa, so that I could press back against his body or wiggle and thrust my pelvis up into his busy hands. His fingers tickled and spread me, rubbed me outside and dipped inside. He toyed with me, increasing my pleasure slowly, agonizingly, giving me just enough to get that much higher, that much more desperate for more. When I could feel the first tingles of my impending climax in my spine and belly, I jerkily humped up into his fingers, and savagely pulled and tweaked on my own nipples. I turned my head and found his mouth with mine in a burning kiss. The fingers of one hand spread my lower lips open, allowing those of his other hand to slide from the bottom to the top of my vagina to rub my clit in just the right way. I gasped one last time, taking breath in for what I knew would be an earth-shattering orgasm. And then, just as the automatic clenching, relieving spasms of climax were about to hit me, a cock thrust into me. The next second passed in slow motion yet took no time at all. My eyes flashed open and I broke my lover's kiss, snapping my head around to see the grinning face of a stranger. I heard my shuddering sigh turn into a surprised grunt, then a confused wail. Even the smell changed as the colognes of my lover and the new interloper clashed. And the feeling... the fat shaft now planted in me throbbed, and my contracting pussy squeezed back with all it had as my orgasm crashed around me. I came helplessly around the stranger's cock. I couldn't stop it. Spitted by his rod, I stared almost unseeing into his gaze. His eyes smiled unkindly at me. His grin turned lusty and his lids closed part way as my pussy clutched and milked him. I tried to say something, to protest, but the only sounds I could emit were indistinguishable cries of passion and betrayal. All I could to was cum. My lover's fingers were still busy on my clit, his other hand stealing up to my breasts to take over from my own paralyzed fingers. His mouth nibbled my earlobe, cooing to me as if nothing were amiss. Lost in its climax, my body humped and ground itself against the hairy pelvis of the intruder. The orgasm, so long in coming, took forever, searing and ecstatic despite, maybe even because of the spoiling presence of the stranger and his fat hot cock. Finally I started to subside. Anger and fear took over as my passion faded, and I brought my hands up to push the barrel chest away from me. My protests and objections finally became coherent as I cried for help and screamed at the stranger to get out of me. Instead of coming to my aid, however, my lover wrapped his arms around mine and drew them back, pinning them to my sides. With new confusion and rising panic, I saw and felt the stranger's hands reach down to my waist and take hold of my hips. My increasingly desperate questions and demands ended with a shriek when the stranger drew his cock most of the way out of me and then slammed back in, the head of his member thumping up against my cervix. He began fucking me, slow and hard. I tried to say something, anything, but the words were driven from me each time the cock rammed home. I couldn't catch my breath... 18. I felt the blunt head of the cock push up against my pussy lips. It was hotter than I'd expected it to be. I could feel it throb with his pulse. "Move your left leg back." I slid my leg back along the soft carpeting. I leaned my right hip forward as I moved to prevent the cock from poking into me any more. The movement did succeed as intended, but seemed to open me further. "Stop. Now, move your right leg back." Reluctantly, I slid my right leg back too, now I leaned my body forward as my leg moved back. The motion closed my pussy, with just the barest tip of the head pushed into my inner lips. My leaning forward lowered my hips, and I felt the cock lower with me, gaining little, but not losing a fraction. Soon my two legs were even. I couldn't see him, but he must have been kneeling low between my widely parted knees. "Stop. Now, push your hips back." I hesitated, and was rewarded by a stinging smack on my left asscheeck. "I said push your hips back, Grace. You've seen the penalty for disobedience. I will not tell you another time." I remembered seeing. Trembling, I pushed back with my arms just a little. I felt the head of the cock enter me. I knew that if I were dry inside, this could be very painful. Either I was wet (how could I be excited here and now?) or he had prepared himself. I was glad it didn't hurt, but that's all I was glad about. I sobbed quietly. "More. Keep going. Take my cock into your cunt." This was not how I had wanted it to be. I moved as slowly as I could - as I dared. It felt so hot and fat, pushing me open like that. It took some getting used to. I felt sweat trickle down my face and arched back. Resigned, I pushed myself onto the thick meat. Then I felt it press up against something inside me. I froze, then jumped with the smack on my other buttock. "No, you are not going to stop. You are to keep going. I want your virginity. I am going to have it. You are going to give it to me. Push back NOW. Open yourself on me." I couldn't move. He growled behind me. He spoke, his voice an unnervingly quiet, cold and sharp as a blade. "This is your last warning. You know the consequences. Move." I whimpered, shaking almost uncontrollably. I barely mustered the coordination to even try to obey. I gritted my teeth, held my breath, and pushed back. The pressure inside me, against me, built and became painful. I cried out and pushed harder, my voice rising to a scream as I felt something inside me tear and give way. The pain was sharp and intense, unlike any other I'd ever felt. With the resistance gone, I sank back further onto the cock. I had to stop to breathe, shuddering, just for a moment, to adjust. But not for too long. My insides stung and burned, I felt internal muscles I'd never known I had squeeze the hard, hot shaft poling into me. Knowing I had to, I took a breath and pushed further back, whining the hard skin of the cock scraped by my torn virginity, pushing deeper and deeper into me. I let out my breath, panted, took another, and pushed. It took forever. Though it must have been only a few inches, I thought it would go on until it came out my mouth. Finally I felt my ass push back against a hairy stomach, and a scrotum press up under my newly opened and filled vagina. I stopped, panting. "Very good. Your cunt feels nice and tight. I can feel it embrace me. It already knows how to pleasure a cock. Your cherry was very sweet, Grace. I thank you for giving it to me." His gratitude dripped with insincerity. "Now, continue." Continue? I didn't know what he meant. "Don't be naive, girl. You're going to finish what you've started. Move forward, then push back. It's called fucking. You're going to fuck me until I cum. Then you're going to keep fucking me until you cum. And you will cum on my cock, with only a little help from me.d" "Mh, AH!" Two fleeting touches startled me, a light pinch each on my left nipple and clit. Each sent shocks of sensation up my spine. "You're going to give me every little bit of yourself before we are through. Now, continue. Fuck me." I sobbed, loudly this time. The silence following his words was heavy. I felt imminent threat get closer with each passing second. I had to move, and I did. 19. I was strapped to a padded board at the chest and waist by snug bands that pressed into by breasts and belly. My hands were locked together above my head, and my thighs and legs were bound to and held open by extended stirrups that braced my knees and ankles. Looking beyond my exposed privates, down the center of the padded bench, I saw a track. On that track rested a large, anatomically correct dildo, pointed right on target. I tried to move, but was too securely bound to do more than wiggle the tiniest amount. The board tilted backward. My head lowered and my legs raised. I cried out as I saw the cock roll down the track toward me. I screamed when it made contact with my pussy. But that's all it did. It was dry, and so was I, so all it could do was bump into my mound, head right up against my slit, and come to rest. The bench continued dipping back to around a 60-degree angle. I felt the pressure between my legs - the fake cock was heavy - but it still wasn't going to get anywhere. I let myself hope a little. A big screen flickered on above me. The rotation of the board had brought it into view a couple feet in front of my face. Images of people appeared. Men and women, fucking. The scenes were raw pornography. Hardcore. Huge cocks slamming into wet cunts. Women grunting, groaning, screaming. Men cumming in and on them. Full body shots, action close-ups, head shots of women's ecstatic faces. I'd seen a few erotic films before, some good, most bad, and this was not the standard crap that horny men used to whack off to. It was concentrated, focused on the reactions of the women, who were not as bad actresses as most I'd seen. Perhaps they weren't even acting at all. The loud stereo sound was impossible to shut out. Even when I closed my eyes, I couldn't escape the moans and cries and wet slapping sounds. The scenes went on continuously, one blending into the next. All were different, all realistic. I watched, trying not to watch for what must have been close to an hour. Then I felt something move between my legs. It was the tip of the heavy dildo slowly spreading and delving between my labia. I cried and struggled, thinking the rules of this twisted game must have changed and something was now pushing it. But when I looked and saw the tiny trickle from my slit disappearing into my pubic hair I knew the more frightening truth. I was becoming wet. The pornographic onslaught wrought a physical reaction from me, and my pussy was lubricating itself and, therefore, also the cock. It nestled into my moistening opening, and I clenched my internal muscles to stop it, succeeding for the moment. But how long could I keep that up? 20. (or 19b.) The emergency between my legs had distracted me from the sounds and sights, but they soon impinged themselves on my hearing once again. Gradually, the scenes on constant display blurred with the feeling at my sex. The cock trying to enter me was the same one plunging into that girl on the screen, making her moan and shake. It belonged to that muscular man plowing his woman, or that one letting the girl ride him to climax. Or that one trying to stuff his tool into an accommodating opening. God, why was he fucking me so slow? And then suddenly I was back within myself, trying to push the intruding dildo out of me again. Finally, after several such episodes, I realized that no matter how I squeezed and pushed, I couldn't get it further out. It was too heavy and had descended too deep inside me. I sobbed in defeat and frustration as I felt it slowly sink further and further into me, watching the redhead get taken doggie style and the brunette bounce up and down on her lover's long cock. I found my own hips trying to move, not to escape their restraints, but to hump up into the heavy, impaling phallus. It bored into me just like that monster poled the squealing little blonde with the widespread legs. I felt the fake balls contact and press into my perineum and ass, and two new touches. I looked up and realized that the dildo, otherwise sculpted with accuracy, had a knobbed scorpion-tail flange that arced over it to push into my erect clit. It must have had a mirror extension on the other side, because I felt a similar pressure on my anus. The first rubbing on my clit resulted in my inner muscles involuntarily (had to be) squeezing the invading phallus. Immediately a shock of vibration shot through the fake organ and along it's teasing appendages. I screeched in surprise and sudden pleasure. My muscles contracted again, reflexively, and the buzz repeated. It took all the willpower I had left to stop myself from doing it again. Drawing a ragged breath from the effort, I heard the scream of a climaxing woman I automatically turned to the screen to see a beautiful chocolate-skinned woman arch and shudder as a chiseled pelvis ground into her. My body reacted automatically in sympathetic contraction causing another almost electric jolt of the artificial penis. I tried to stop it, but even trembling with the effort of self-restraint, I felt myself squeeze inside. The buzzing inside me and on my clit and ass made me jerk and scream in time with the women on the video. And now I couldn't stop... --------- Nightmares and Visions (21-25) by Monocle --------- 21. He finally noticed me! Asked me out - dinner and a movie. It was great! After, we went for a drive to look over the city. His convertible was a kick to ride in the warm night. Naturally, we got to kissing, then petting. I was so excited when he touched my breasts for the first time. When he sucked them, I thought I'd die. When his hand moved from rubbing my belly to sliding under the waistband of my skirt, I grabbed at it, but he just sucked harder on my nipple and rubbed the other with his other hand. I let him go. He touched me through my panties. I was so wet! His fingers tickled me all over down there I moaned into his hair. My hips moved into his fingers. And then his fingers slipped around my panty legs and his fingers touched me. I squeaked and came, shuddering against him. Breathless and dazed from my orgasm, I automatically raised my hips, letting him pull my skirt and panties down my legs. Suddenly, I was naked save for my sandals, reclined all the way back in the convertible's spacious seat. He was too! Yet somehow he'd always managed to be touching me on the breasts or pussy with his fingers or mouth. This was farther than I'd gone before or ever wanted to go, but it felt so good! I didn't know how (or if I wanted) to stop. Then, his mouth was licking between my thighs, nibbling on my clit, snaking his tongue into my pussy. The new feelings came so fast and so intense I thought I was going insane! I suppose I just did what came naturally with the hard penis pointing down over my face. First I brushed it with my fingers, then kissed it. Before I knew it, I was taking it in my mouth, sucking and licking it like a hot popsicle stick. My hands found his ribcage as his massaged my thighs, coaxing them to open wider. I screamed around his cock as he brought me to a second orgasm with his tongue. My reflexes must have taken over then, because I remember swallowing repeatedly as his salty cum spurt down my throat. The cock and tongue left me, and I sighed, eyes closed. What an amazing night! Then I felt him between my legs, hips pushing at my thighs, hands on my waist pulling me forward on the seat. Hardness poked at my open, soaked pussy. My eyes shot open to see his happy, eager face smiling down at me. I started to protest, but he lowered his mouth to my breasts and started sucking earnestly on them. I arched into him at the sensation, the motion pushing my pussy onto his shaft. At this seeming invitation, he slammed into me in one stroke, tearing my hymen and burying his bone fully in me before I could push him away. I screamed into the night air. For a few wild heartbeats he held in me, then started thrusting his cock in and out of me rapidly, forcefully. I tried to scream again, but all that came out were grunts and groans in time with his jabs. Pleasure drowned pain quickly, but I couldn't get a word between gasps as to whether I wanted him to stop or go harder. I didn't know what I would have said had I the opportunity. I'd never been so scared, nor felt anything so good in my life! I came a third delirious time as he fucked and sucked me. All of my muscles strained as I writhed and bucked up into him. Then, as my arms and legs and vagina squeezed him tight, I felt him stiffen and swell inside me. He came again. This time his cum pumped deep into my newly opened pussy. Oh God! 22. It's pitch dark - I think I'm blindfolded. Someone is fucking me. His weight presses me down onto a soft, giving surface. My arms are held above my head, wrists locked together in one huge hand. My thighs are splayed wide around trunk-like hips. His thrusts are hard, steady, and deep. Either I am wet, or he has used lubrication, since he slides in and out of me easily despite his girth. I protest but receive no response. He fucks me until, without warning, he slams his cock all the way in and cums. He holds rooted in me while his cock throbs and erupts. I feel the warmth and pressure of it spread deep inside me. Through the horror washing over me, I nevertheless feel a tiny bit of relief. At least it's over. I'm wrong. After the last spurting throb, the still hard cock pulls most of the way out... and rams back in. The semen acts as additional lubrication along my stretched pussy walls as he continues to hold me and fuck me. The rhythm and forcefulness seem identical to the first time. There's an almost mechanical precision to it. I begin to wonder if it is a machine rather than a man fucking me. After some time, the cock buries itself all the way and cums again. It feels just like before. And, just like before, as soon as it finishes, it begins again. The veined shaft rubs back and forth under my now erect clit... 23. I moaned as the vibrations increased in intensity once more. Through blurred vision I saw my own reflection in the mirror mounted before me. Of course I hadn't moved from when I was first awakened unknown time ago by the powerful buzzing of the dildo in my pussy; the arm and leg restraints made sure of that. I remained spread-eagled between two crossed steel poles, manacled and locked to them at the wrists, upper arms, ankles and middle thighs. The third pole of gleaming metal rigid between my pried-open legs was topped with a fake cock I'd not yet seen because it was always buried in me to the hilt. Even with its tremors reduced to near nothing, it was impossible to ignore. Its thickness stretched my inner walls unnaturally, while its head pressed up hard against the end of my passage. The shaft was not true-to-life - abnormal bumps and nubs pressed against my flesh, from my splayed labia inward. A finger-like flange curled up from the base, pressing a soft, bumpy pad against and around my clit. Another flange of a different shape curled behind me. I couldn't see that one in the mirror, but I certainly felt it stretching and pressing just into my anus. When I first awakened I'd struggled valiantly to dislodge any part of the device from me, all the while screaming, threatening, cursing, and finally pleading for it to stop. Nothing changed. Every motion of mine; every pulse and vibration of the dildo transmitted instantly deep into my pussy, tickling and poking my clit and ass as well. I stared vacantly at myself as my breath came quicker. My sweat-soaked curls dangled limply down my shoulders and breasts, where my breathing and erratic head movements caused the locks to brush my achingly hard nipples. I'd long ago lost the energy to keep from doing that. In only a little while - it seemed shorter each time - I was whining and panting with rising sexual fever. My hips used their limited freedom of movement to grind down around and against the untiring pulsating invader. I felt another inevitable orgasm approaching and fought it instinctively, knowing I would fail as always. My resistance diminished each time, and each time I succumbed sooner, welcoming the release and thrill of climax. I watched myself tighten and shake in my restraints, staring into my own eyes as my gasps and cries accompanied my inner contractions. My pussy muscles squeezed and milked the pliable body of the violently trembling dildo. Each orgasm seemed longer than the last, and I shuddered and cried incoherent profanities until I ran out of breath and went limp in my bonds. Finally, the dildo slowed, but did not stop. It never stopped, always keeping up a faint hum as if I would forget its presence otherwise. In the mirror I watched droplets of my own freely flowing juices slide down the pole that pressed the horrific, exquisite device into my womanhood. Other droplets echoed them, from the beads of sweat trickled down my skin to the tears leaking once again from my eyes. Minutes passed, the dildo remaining quiescent. The lull continued and I began to wonder what, if anything was next. Then, I felt familiar tingles between my legs and braced myself, automatically looking down. But this time it wasn't the machine starting up - it was I! My hips rocked of their own accord, alternately pressing down and pulling a fraction back on the weakly vibrating shaft in an effort to increase stimulation. Desperately, I fought to control myself, to re-conquer my mutinying body. I forced myself still, ignoring the itch between my legs by sheer force of my eroding willpower. The dildo shuddered to life once more... 24. All I could do as my climax waned was stare at the screen. The picture monitor labeled "Internal Scan" showed clearly through the glass of the adjacent control room. It showed my insides, live, in the moderate resolution black-and-white of an advanced sonogram. The appendage was already several inches into my vagina, making slow, steady progress deeper. It wasn't the two-centimeter shaft I stared at. The bulbous tip at its front end held my terrified attention. The small egg-shaped outline, held firmly by three tiny fingerlike appendages, was pushed further into me with every rasping breath. I could make out few details inside the shape, but the telltale fluctuations indicating of a tiny, rapidly beating heart were frighteningly clear. I blinked and grunted a number of times as another orgasm took me, dragging my mind back into the intense stimulation I was being subjected to. Every part of my body that could be sexually aroused was subject to attack. Strange devices/organs suckled my nipples, stroked my breasts and neck, rubbed my legs and stomach, and licked, tickled and buzzed my pussy, clit and ass. I had fought it at first, but I couldn't block the unending, overwhelming sensations, and one orgasm after the other was forced upon me. Now I was cumming helplessly at intervals of only a few minutes. I'd had a hard enough time looking at the disgusting things attached to me and clinging to my sensitive skin, but couldn't bear the sight of what rested between my widely spread legs. The control room, for that's what it must have been, was the only escape for my eyes. The people in it never reacted to my cries and pleas, concentrating on their unknown tasks. The screen had captured my attention as soon as I'd figured out what it was, and I'd watched with terrible fascination my interior reactions to the onslaught. It had shown strange tendrils snake in and out of me, tubes injecting viscous liquids, and the ecstatic convulsions of my body in response. Now the screen showed my inner muscles spasm around the shaft and its egg as they sunk still deeper into me. The thing pushed into the end of my passage, and I saw and felt it all. With increasing horror I watched the egg pivot slightly at the end of the shaft. The pressure inside changed as it began presing on my cervix. The next climax took me by surprise and I screamed hoarsely as my contracting muscles seemed to be pull the egg deeper into me. I could actually see my innermost barrier thin, stretch and open as the egg forced its way through. My orgasm continued unabated, mixing indelibly with the terror of watching the egg push fraction by fraction into my womb. And then it was in. I heard a roaring in my ears and my vision tunneled. My dimming sight centered on the viewscreen, which showed the small grips release the egg and draw back into the shaft. It's cargo deposited, the shaft slowly withdrew from my womb, which closed behind it. I barely felt my climax subsiding and the shaft pulling out of me. I didn't register the slowing and stopping of my sexual torment. The last thing I saw was the screen showing tiny alien heart beating in its new home. Then everything went black. 25. I had failed to kill the dragon. Now I stood paralyzed and naked in his lair. My charmed shield smoldered, broken, yards away. My armor lay in shreds scattered across the chamber, and the shards of my enchanted sword glittered at my feet. The great red-scaled beast looked down at me. Narrow yellow eyes held me standing motionless. He lowered his head and serpentine neck toward me. His head was twice the size of a human's. His wide jaws would decapitate me in one snap, and I couldn't even close my eyes to avoid watching my death approach. But the bite never came. Instead, a long forked tongue slithered out and danced in front of my face. Then again over my shoulder. Then repeating all around me. The beast was smelling me. I first felt my blood run cold when he lowered between my legs. He snorted, and his hot breath almost burned my thighs and legs. The near passage of the long tongue ticked my skin and raised goose-bumps. Suddenly he reared back, spread his great wings, and gestured with his two small forehands. I floated up above the floor. The dragon's fingers twirled and I spun in the air, now hanging upside down, still frozen. More gestures and my legs spread apart. I looked at him as I dangled and saw a monstrous cock emerging from the scaly folds of his abdomen. I tried to scream but only strangled sounds came from my mouth. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. Being eaten alive would be an easier death than being ripped apart by that enormous, horned weapon. I silently, desperately, prayed to my goddesses for help. Something nudged my sex. Surely not the dragon who still stood yards away. Unable to turn my head, I couldn't be sure what was touching me. I sensed nothing else on or near my body; only unmistakable feeling of my outer and inner lips being spread apart and something sliding deep into my womanhood. It felt like a long, stiff shaft, but had no heat. The monster's head lowered towards me and I felt the tongue dance across my thighs and cleft. His hot breath caressed my skin - and blew inside me. I realized that some kind of magic opened me like this. He snorted and raised his head. I looked at his cock. It was fully erect now, over two feet long and over a hand wide. Its scales and horns were an even angrier red than the rest of the dragon's hide. The organ throbbed and grew still more as I watched. Then it erupted. A thick stream of semen shot from the dragon-cock and arced high through the air. It peaked and then fell downward, toward me, toward my open sex. I heard and felt the hot liquid pour into me. The magically guided stream of jism was perfectly aimed. Every drop of it poured right into me. I felt it hit my deepest recesses and fill me from the bottom up. A second jet of semen followed the first, filling me the rest of the way. A third splattered right on target and I overflowed, hot dragon cum leaking down my front and backsides. Something deep inside me fluttered and relaxed. Then I felt my outer lips slowly press closed. Some semen was exeplled out of me, some pushed further in. I felt the magic release my insides and reverse, pressing me closed, bit by bit, from the outside in. A small drool of spunk continued to ooze out, but most if it was forced deeper inside, into my magically opened womb. I let out another desperate stifled scream as a terrifying name and image from the collective memory of my people entered my mind and refused to leave. Dragonspawn. --------- Nightmares and Visions (26-30) by Monocle --------- 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! --------- Nightmares and Visions (31-35) by Monocle --------- 31. As I turned from inspecting the damage to his trunk to my grille and front bumper, he moved behind me. Before I knew what was happening, he'd hooked his fingers in the waist of my skirt and yanked it, hose, panties and all, down my legs. A shove of his shoulder pushed me off balance onto the hood of my car. For a second or two, I was surprised and unable to react. Then the heat of the hood and radiator on my abdomen and legs registered and I jerked my body back and away - and impaled myself on his cock. During the short moment I had been pushed forward, he had risen and positioned his rigid pole right at the entrance to my pussy. My reflexive escape from the burning car hood slid me back two or three inches onto his member. Even through the shock, the stiff meat throbbed noticeably inside me. The audacity and brazenness and of the attack, on the side of the highway, in the middle of rush-hour traffic was bewildering. And no cars gave sign of slowing to stop or help. I lurched forward to free myself, pressing bare skin back onto the hot metal of my car. I couldn't stay there and had to move away again or be burned. I tried to shimmy back and to the side, but gloved hands were planted on the hood to either side of my waist. My body wouldn't let me stay still, so I reared back again. He'd moved forward with me, not letting his cockhead slip out, so when I moved back I made him sink deeper. Finally I found my voice and screamed. He pushed forward and I tried to escape him, pressing forward until the grille threatened to sear my thighs. I had to move back - and still further onto the cock. It was happening so quickly, so confusingly. I couldn't think what to do. My hands had groped blindly across the hot hood until they'd landed on the cooler islands of his gloves. I had no choice but to put my fingers on his to keep them safe. Using only his hips he pressed forward, forcing me to accept more of his meat into me as I pushed back away from the heat. I screamed as I rocked in both directions. My eyes teared and I could barely see the traffic coming towards and past us. And all the time my pussy was getting stuffed deeper and tighter with cock. I let out a huge sob when my bare rear pushed up against expensive suit fabric. He was all the way in! 32. For one instant time stopped. I stared wide-eyed down my straining, sweaty body. There, between pinned-open legs, the blunt red-pink pole quivered an inch from my pussy, glistening with the saliva my own mouth had been forced to put there not a minute ago. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip, a twin of the one that had left the salty taste on my tongue. My hands strained uselessly, wrists trapped above my head in a harsh grip. I felt eyes staring down into mine but could not look away from the nexus of my legs. Time started. Hard muscles tensed further, an entire body shifting into the sequence of violent motion. My scream started before it even touched me, continued as the cock split my labia and plunged into me, rising to a piercing shriek as it tore through my hymen. His pelvis met mine with a slap, taking my breath away and cutting me off in mid-cry. 33. I'd entered so many mail-in and internet contests I'd long ago lost track of them, so when I got the show ticket and winner's note in the mail, I was both surprised and pleased. The place was on a little hole-in the wall stage on the edge of the theater district. It was a bit seedy-looking, but the reviews that came with the ticket had sounded quite interesting. I had a front row, center seat, so I would probably enjoy myself even if the play were mediocre. I arrived early, and had to wait a while in the nearly empty seats. There seemed to be no program books about, which was disappointing. I was beginning to worry about being bamboozled when, a couple minutes before curtain time, the theater began filling up. Soon enough, most seats were taken by a well-dressed, mixed audience of a couple hundred. I relaxed, smiling at the handsome men who took seats to either side of me. The guy on my left definitely deserved a second look. A few minutes later, the lights dimmed, and a mustached showman/announcer in black top-hat and tails, cane and all, stepped out in front of the crimson curtain. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he began. Welcome to our show. We are pleased to introduce to you, the star of tonight's show, Vivian!" Before I fully recognized my own name, a spotlight nearly blinded me. In a confusing whirl, I heard thunderous applause and felt hands on my arms, lifting me out of my seat. The light kept me dazzled and disoriented as I was led up on the stage. I knew something was wrong almost from the beginning, and began to struggle and protest, but the two men carrying me - the ones who had been sitting next to me - would not let go. The applause was seemingly too loud for me to shout over. Suddenly I was turned and pushed back onto a padded incline. My former seat-mates held my arms while the announcer stepped up to me with an ornate tool, which he raised over his head and stabbed downward toward me. I screamed and cringed, but the tool slid down over my chest and stomach, neatly slicing my best dress in half down the front. After the quick slash was finished, the men on either side yanked the halves away with one hand each, tearing the back as well. In shock I looked down to find myself totally nude - he'd ripped through my bra and panties as well! I looked up. Hundreds of faces looked back at me in the suddenly silent theater. The announcer's voice boomed, "Act One, Scene One, In which Vivian gets fucked!" I screamed as the tuxedoed figure approached me. He was still neatly dressed from the waist up, but below that, he was naked. His glistening wet cock was fully erect and pointed straight at me! I strained to free my arms and escape, but the two men at my sides forced my arms above my head where the tuxedoed man leaned over me and grasped them. The two assistants quickly moved to my legs, grabbing me at my ankles and under my knees to spread them wide apart. They held me open as the mustached pervert lowered himself between my thighs, letting go only when my flailing would not help me. The fat knob of his cock found my mound and poked my slit unerringly even as I tried to slide away. I panicked, bucking and screaming at him, but my movements only served to help his thick, slick cock force its way deeper into me. I felt myself filling with his hot meat, my dread and horror rising as he shoved deeper. My screams rose in pitch as I felt the dual pressure of his cockhead against the back of my channel and his pubic bone against mine... 34 (or 33b) He wasted no time. He withdrew his length slowly and steadily until only the head was lodged in me, then even as I thrashed in vain to escape, reversed directions and impaled me again, slowly and brutally. I moaned as he withdrew and screamed anew as he drove in. He began to fuck me, long and slow, bottoming out with each inward stroke. My pleading, protesting voice grew hoarse and finally all I could do was moan and grunt as he pulled out and pushed in over and over. His pace increased, becoming harder and rougher. He was nearing climax. I used what little energy I had left to fight once again. I couldn't let him cum in me. This was the worst time possible! But I accomplished nothing. My struggles only goaded him to fuck harder and faster, bringing the end that much quicker. When he roared and slammed into me one last time, I cried out in despair and humiliation, tears streaming down my face as his seed streamed into me. The sound of applause filled the air adding the chill shock of humiliation to the horror of the assault. As the softening cock slid from my pussy, the evidence of his ejaculation oozing out of my violated sex, the now-throaty announcer's voice boomed again. "Act One, Scene two, In which Vivian takes two new lovers and loses her anal cherry." I wailed as the two men at my sides deftly slipped my wrists and ankles into pairs of handcuffs. The pair came around me, naked, hands outstretched. As they lifted me I caught sight of a vaudeville-style placard on the side of the stage. I screamed as much from reading it as from the new, groping hands positioning me on all fours and locking cuffs in place. ... I.3. Vivian Succumbs to Pleasure I.4. Vivian Learns the Pleasures of Other Women II.1. Vivian Encounters the Machine of Lust ... A cock plunging into my throat cut off my voice. I gagged and sputtered, then screamed frantically around the oral invader as I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart and the tip of another lubricated penis pressing up against my anus. Before tears completely blurred my vision, I saw the final lines of the program. Cold fear gripped my stomach even as the stabbing penis invaded my ass for the first time. ... II.2. Vivian and the Beast II.3. Vivian Loses All Hope (Audience Participation) Finale. Vivian Is Sold (Audience Participation) 35. I tangled my hands in my new lover's hair as he went down on me. His tongue was _so_ good. He knew exactly where to lick hard, exactly when to tease my clit. The slippery, hot tongue was long and agile, demonstrated whenever it plunged into my slit, drew out to lave my labia, or slithered down to poke my anus, all with bare movements of his head. It took mere minutes to make me scream in orgasm. As I came down and started to push him away, purring with aftershocks, his hands came up and grabbed mine, holding them down to my sides as he continued. He pursed his lips and sucked hard on my clit and I screamed again. It was too intense, but I couldn't stop him just as I couldn't stop cumming. My back arched, my stomach heaved and my pussy clenched as his tongue seemed everywhere at once - thrusting inside me, licking my inner thighs, laving my clit. I was nearly delirious. His tongue danced across my over-sensitive clit, tried to nudge its way past my spasming rosebud into my ass. The confusing sensations heightened my orgasm to nearly unbearable pleasure. Hot, wet hands cupped my breasts, slippery kneading them and pinching my nipples. I desperately wanted it to stop and not to stop, but I couldn't even scream any more. Soundlessly I simply came and came and came. Finally I tried to bring my hands up to push him away with my last reserves of energy and found he was still holding them. It was then that the alarm went off through my unending climax. I opened my eyes and looked down my wracked and shuddering body. What I saw gave me my voice back and I screamed again - in horror as well as pleasure. --------- Nightmares and Visions (36-40) by Monocle --------- 36. Alone in my room, ass stuck high in the air, knees spread wide on the bed, I stroked the dildo in my sopping pussy, just how I liked it. I muffled my voice in the pillows to keep the noise down. Each vein of the fake cock slid deliciously along my clutching passage as I pushed it deep and dragged it out. Close to cumming, I teased myself by slowing down whenever the telltale fluttering in my belly started. Soon I was trembling and almost beside myself. This time I wasn't going to stop. I didn't slow down as I felt it coming. I arched my back and groaned low as I readied, fingers poised on the vibrator dial... Then, to my great annoyance, the stupid thing popped out! I cursed out loud and quickly groped for it between my legs aching to get it back where I needed it so badly. As I reached for the dildo, two hands grabbed my hips. Before I realized anything else, a fat cockhead pressed against my slit and plowed into me with one fierce thrust. It was hotter, fatter, and longer than my dildo, and it shoved in all the way in one hard motion, stopping as a muscled, hairy belly smacked into my upturned ass. I grunted explosively and tried to rise up on my elbows, but the hands roughly pulled me forward off the cock, upsetting my balance, then yanked me back, impaling me again with a slap. The unseen intruder immediately set to fucking me, fast and rough. I couldn't catch my breath to fight or protest. And I'd taken myself so close to orgasm, teased myself for so long, that my body wouldn't listen to me. After less than a minute of deep, relentless slamming, I did scream - in climax. My pussy squeezed and shuddered around the stranger's meat, and through the crashing waves of pleasure I felt the cock swell further and explode within me, streaking my confused ecstasy with stripes of fear. My body convulsed as I tried to simultaneously get away from and fuck myself further onto the spurting shaft. Whatever my net effort, the strong hands kept my hips pulled firmly back, the cock fully embedded as it emptied its load into me. I was too stunned to react when the deflating pole slid out and the hands released me. Gravity alone slowly drew my hips to the bed, my spread legs lax. I didn't register the carefully placed dildo sliding into me until I was already fully impaled on it. Panting, and whining, I tried to lift my hips up and let it fall out, but a restraining hand on the small of my back kept me down. I couldn't even muster the energy to close my legs. My head was too heavy with exhaustion, fear, and shame to let me look back. The bed shifted as a body moved off - I hadn't noticed him climb on while I was masturbating. I heard the door open, then a pause. Something brushed against the bit of dildo still outside me. Stars flashed in front of my eyes as the vibrator sprang to life. I didn't hear the door close... 37. The warm hand continues circling around my belly as the cock fucks me. Each circle seems to draw the steady strokes deeper inside me. At the bottom arc, a finger might graze my clit, or get caught between my pubic mound and the heavy balls as they slap forward. Another hand holds my left breast, squeezing and using it as a grip to pull me back onto the long shaft. I barely notice the cruel pinching of my nipple. I hardly feel the fat member thrusting into my vagina. The splayed fingers on my belly have all my attention. The harsh whisper in my ear forces my focus, quietly emphasizing random words as the cock pushes deep into me. "...pretty girl... tummy so flat... so strong. Strong muscles... trying to hold me out... keep me from... fucking into your cunt... Can't... Fucking you... Fill you up.. with cock... with my cum... Put a baby into you... Grow your flat belly... big and round..." My stomach contracts at the words, my inner muscles straining, but the circling continues. The words rise and fall with the fucking, pausing and running together with irregular emphasis and punctuation. "Can't stop me... No condom... no pill... no period... Ripe and waiting... to be fucked... to be filled up... to make a baby" My hands are tied together and fastened somehow to the headboard in front of me. I can't escape. But I'm trapped as much by the force and command of the words as by physical restraint. "Cunt squeezing me... trying to stop me... push me out... or... cunt wants me... wants to be fucked... likes it... Trying to make me... shoot my juice into you... I will..." "Mmmmgpphhh" is all I can muster into the tape across my mouth. My muscles are working by themselves - my body trying to push out the unwelcome intrusion. My head hangs down below my arms and I can see past the cruel kneading of my tit, to the maddening hand gently caressing my stomach, and beyond it the red shaft drawing out and sliding into the tangle of my pubic hair. "Oh yeah... Cunt likes me... wants me to cum... Soon... Soon now... Nice, smooth, hard muscles...Going to grow... big and round... fat with baby. " I give a muffled whine. His pace is increasing, becoming rougher. The grip on my breast tightens; the hand on my belly presses me back into the assault. I lift my head and rest it on an outstretched arm so I don't have to watch. "Knock you up... Fill your cunt... Seed your... pretty belly. Cumming..." Tears are hot on my face. I try to move away, but can't. I'm helpless against the inevitable. "Cumming... CUMMING... NOW" He lunges forward and pulls me back. His cock swells and spits his semen into me. I can feel the organ lurch and spasm with each ejaculation. He still talks. Words grunted to the spurts of seed into my body. "GrRRRah! Feel it! Cunt! Fuck! Cum! Baby! In! More! Yeah! Taken! Pregnant!" I shake with his words. I can feel it happening. I know it's true. He throbs, and I can feel it all through my body, he slides back and forth a few more times in me. I shudder at the gooey-slick feeling. "Ohhhhh yesss... very nice. You took it all, didn't you. All my juice into hour hungry cunt. You'll make a fine Mommy. Let me see that tummy one more time. And those fine titties before they get big with milk" The spent, softening shaft finally slurps out. I'm unceremoniously pushed over to roll onto my back. I can't see the face of my baby's father through the tears. 38. I moaned as the web entangling me moved to reposition my body once again. The daily ritual began as usual with helpless foreboding as the soft, steel-strong filaments me raised me from prone to reclining. They drew my arms behind me to either side, arching my back and causing my swollen breasts and huge belly to jut out. My legs were made to bend at the knees and spread widely apart, exposing me utterly. Even though I kept my eyes closed this time, I could see in my mind, as much as feel, the smooth, multi-jointed digits caress my stretched abdomen down to my puffy and already moistening pussy. As always the fat tube at the confluence of the digits settled between my forcibly parted legs to kiss flush up against my cunt. The long fingers settled across my curving belly, thighs and buttocks to hold the tube in place. The soft lip-like end of the tube molded itself to a perfect impression of my vagina, touching me with absolute intimacy over every possible nerve of my sensitive sex. Tiny manipulators gently folded back the hood of my clit to allow it to be stimulated directly as I shivered in fear... and anticipation. The vibration started as always, gentle, just on my outer lips and button, bringing me into arousal and self-lubrication. At some measured level, I could anticipate it now by a fraction of a second, he tube-lips opened, spreading my labia with them as the tongue-like shaft wormed its into my cunt. After an inch or two of squirming and probing, the organ quivered and shot straight into me - the plunge driving the thickening organ right up to my cervix, forcing a gasp, then a despairing moan. My body was responding more rapidly and intensely as my hope faded. Now it would fuck me until I came, then... I startled in my bonds with the touches on my breasts. Recently, enough so that I was still unused to it, a two-mouthed anemone-thing had begun to suckle me as I was being fucked. My swollen breasts were far more sensitive than normal, and the gentle nursing and caresses immediately sent new bolts of pleasure through my body. Everything holding, touching, and pressing into me felt warm and alive, but the motions and timing had the calculated efficiency of machinery. It didn't really matter what it was. The sucking on my breasts, the teasing of my clit, the purposeful, tireless fucking - the raw, insistent, single-minded pleasuring always broke through. Given enough time - and it always took enough time - I could never prevent myself from cumming. I lost to the fight more quickly each time. And as always, just as the orgasm crashed over me, the tongue-cock pressed all the way into my violated womb and pumped glob after glob of its alien jism into me. My inner muscles contracted automatically around it, milking its spunk into me. Each spurt seemed to fill and stretch my belly still more than before. I'd been feeling like to burst for days now. Maybe soon I would. This time, as the waves of the forced orgasm washed over me, I felt the first pinpricks and flowing sensations of milk from my breasts. The nursing immediately increased in intensity, as I gasped and sobbed between renewed ecstatic spasms. The birth of whatever horror I was carrying was drawing close... 39. She slept on her stomach, head resting on the pillow held in her arms. She was dreaming, her eyes moving under closed lids. Whispering fog surrounded the bed. It was flattering her; telling her how pretty she was, telling her it loved her. It spoke sensual words of devotion and affection. It coaxed her. Tendrils of mist caressed her sides and bottom. Slowly, she parted her legs. The whispers approved and encouraged. Vaporous wisps brushed higher inside her thighs. She gripped the pillow tighter in her sleep, and spread herself wider. She raised her hips, turning her rear upward, exposing herself to the swirling fog. Her vaginal lips glistened with her excitement even as she slept. The whispers continued, erotic and attentive, while around her the fog changed. Veils and swirls condensed to solidity around her. Six limbs congealed from the mist, two poised above her upper arms, two to either side of her waist, and two behind the crooks of her bent knees. The hands had four thick, talon-like fingers. The un-jointed limbs extended back from the opening claws, disappearing in thick cloud where the shoulder would connect to a body. Three more swirls of mist condensed behind the woman as she slept fitfully, her hips slowly gyrating in arousal. Two materializing shapes were phallic, one thin and tapered, pointing at her puckered anus, the other below it thick and veined, fat glans poking from an uncircumcised sheath. The third shape, below the others, was a long, tongue-like slab of gleaming-wet flesh. The tongue undulated and strained in the direction of the sleepers moist, open labia. All three forms were of indeterminate length, fading from hard corporeality back into swirling mist. All had the same sickly yellow-brown-pink mottling as the claws. I was titillated, even aroused by the scene, but I wanted to warn the woman. To call out and wake her from her dream. To help her escape whatever was seducing her in her sleep. She couldn't hear me. As I watched, the larger organ throbbed and advanced on the open, waiting pussy. The tongue-thing stretched out from below and slid slowly up and down her trembling slit, coaxing the glistening inner lips open before seeking her clit. The cock's putrid head, already oozing a thick yellowish fluid from it's dilated opening, reached her pussy and pressed forward, forcing her labia to flower open around it. Unyielding, inexorable, it stretched her vagina around its thickness and began to slide in, inch by inch. I had to stop it! I had to warn her! -- My whole body shuddered as I came half-awake. Pleasure wracked my body. Oh, god, it felt good! Delicious licking at my clit. Mmmmm... my pussy slowly getting stuffed full of hot meat, stretched more open and more full... and more... Oh God! Full awareness blasted me as a giant cock pried me open, forcing deeper with every heartbeat, thicker and longer than I'd ever had before. I couldn't scream for groaning as it penetrated me. I tried to move away, but six hands held me at my arms, waist and knees, keeping my rear and pussy raised to the slow, unstoppable cock. I felt it bottom out inside me and moaned at the obscene feeling of utter and complete fullness. Then a smaller, slimy presence wormed its way onto my anus. It quivered, increasing pressure until it defeated my protesting sphincter, Then it pushed, squirming into my ass, finally tearing a scream from me. The tongue scraped hard against my clit and I shrieked at the sting of raw pleasure forcing its way along my nerves. I realized in a flash of horror how close I was to cumming. Then the cocks started fucking... 40. The fog lifts and I shake my head to clear it. My face brushes smooth skin to either side. I come wide-awake to see I'm staring up at a vagina poised above my face. Other sensations come flooding in. The weight of a naked body straddling mine. My hands locked to each other over her back, knees bent and spread to either side of her, held open by more restraints. Her long hair and breath tickling my own exposed pussy. Inches from the blonde-haired cunt over me, a smooth, transparent plastic phallic shape points at the vulnerable slit. A thinner version above it points at the brown pucker of her rear entrance. This all hits in a few seconds, and before I can say or do anything but gasp, a tinny voice speaks from a cheap loudspeaker. "Ladies. I'm glad to see you're both awake at the same time. Here are the rules. Whoever climaxes three times first looses. When you cum the first time, your opponent gets some help - the big dildo will start fucking your pussy. After the second climax, the smaller one will start working on your ass. On the third orgasm, you lose. The big dildo will pump out a healthy quantity of high quality semen. Needless to say it will be deep inside you when it does so, right where it needs to be. I am pleased to inform you that you are both ovulating right now, so chances of conception for the loser are excellent." During this speech, the transparent dildo fills with a thick, milky fluid. Each sentence of the exposition piles one shock on top of the other. I can't believe what I'm hearing. "In case either of you are multi-orgasmic, your opponent must let you come down after you start. A tone will let you know when you can start again. If you don't let up, you will be advanced one step toward losing immediately. No biting allowed. If you cause your opponent physical pain or damage, you automatically lose. Other than that, just have fun!" Even through the low quality of the speaker, the mocking tone is obvious. "Just remember, we're watching everything. Diane, Simone, You may begin." Diane! My best friend. We'd been out together at that bar... "Diane! Thank god it's you. Let's see if we can't get loose... Diane? DIANE!" A tongue furiously licks at my exposed pussy. "Diane! STOP!" She doesn't. I shudder as I feel my clit emerge from hiding only to be attacked by a ravenous tongue. I feel revulsion, but my body responds automatically. As far as I know, Diane is as heterosexual as I, but... I squirm and heave, but I am unable to escape or dislodge Diane. I don't know what to do. I look up. Diane's cunt is still right there. It looks moist. I catch a whiff of scent. She is aroused. That bitch! Shocks of unwelcome pleasure race up my spine. I shudder - both from how good it feels and from mounting confusion and fear. I'm no lesbian, but I have no choice. I close my eyes and bring my mouth to her sex. She gasps and moans into me. The battle is on. --------- Nightmares and Visions (41-45) by Monocle --------- 41. The knife rests gently against my neck as a reminder while the hand slides down my dress. Hot breath blows against my neck and ear as fingers draw up my skirt. A distant, low voice penetrates the buzz of fear and beat of my racing heart. "...saw you out at the club, and I thought so. I followed you and was sure. Knew just the alley to use..." My skirt is now wadded up above my waist, and he traps it there with his forearm as his fingers slide down my stomach and dig under the elastic of my panties. I tremble and jerk as his questing fingers wind their way through my pubic hair to cup my mound. The knife presses just a bit more to my throat. It will cut me in a second. "...have the right smell. I picked you 'cause I know I'll get what I want from you." His second and fourth fingers spread my labia apart and his middle finger worms its way into me. I squeak and try to back away instinctively, pressing my rear back into the bulge in his pants, failing to evade his questing finger. "Quiet, now. That's a good girl. You know, any woman can be raped - taken against her will... I've done that enough - it became boring. The I found that some women - a very few - could be forced..." His middle finger pushed deeper into me then withdrew, curling up to my hood before straightening out and sliding into me again. His whole hand kneaded my pussy gently as he did this. "...some women can be forced to pleasure - forced to cum. Even when afraid...terrorized. Even when being raped." The middle finger slides into me and drags up along my slit. The other digits kneed me, spread me further open. "I learned how to tell. It's a look, partly, but its mostly scent. You aren't common, but I can pick you out easily now." The finger slides deeper. It is wet now. It drags up and brushes my emerging clit. I am trembling. "You smell just right. Stronger now. It may take a while, though I don't think so with how juicy you already are. But you're going to cum right here in this alley, with my knife at your throat and my fingers in your cunt..." Three fingers are moving now. They push into me and rub harder against my clit, spreading my wetness all over my crotch. My knees are trembling as I try to pull away and instead press back harder into his body. "...Then, I'm going to fuck you. Right here. Long and hard. And you're going to cum again - on my cock. That's when I'll cum too. That's what I get off on now. Forcing a woman to cum while I take them. That never gets boring." His hand never stops. I stifle my voice, afraid of the knife and of what sound might come out if I let it. I stare ahead at the shadowed brick wall in front of me, feeling the first stirrings of climax coming. I know he's right. 42. The naked man jumped into the hot tub right across from me. His nudity and maleness were equally surprising - this was the women's side of the posh spa. I half stood in the water and shouted at him to leave, but he ignored me. I yelled I'd complain to the management then the police and he looked at me. I stood up to climb out. He moved quickly then, lunging forward and grabbing my hips as I backed away from him in the water. As I brought my arms up, he spun me around, banging my knee on the back wall of the Jacuzzi. I winced and bent automatically with the pain. He pushed me further forward with one hand and pulled my waist back with he other until I slipped off the seat-ledge. I almost went under, but was just tall enough to keep my mouth and nose above the frothing water as my knees settled on the tub floor. Even so, I did inhale some water and sputtered as I struggled against his grip. His hands were like clamps despite the wet. While I was still coughing, one hand quickly shifted to my bikini bottom and ripped it from me like paper. I barely had enough time to realize what happened before something began poking around between my legs - his penis. I flailed desperately then, trying to get away. After a few slippery jabs, he yanked me backwards into the center of the tub, then took a hand and forced my head under. I panicked, clawing for the surface, barely aware of his cock finally finding my cleft and wedging in. My unprepared vagina momentarily resisted the pressure of the water-wet shaft, but with a brutal shove he sank several inches into me. The force of it propelled my head and torso out of the water as the restraining hand went back to my hip. I coughed and sputtered and tried to scream. Strangled gurgling noises echoed along the tiled walls as his hands held me. His pelvis rocked forward and up, forcing more of him into me. He reversed momentarily, and then slammed forward again. Each thrust pushed deeper into me, until with one last shove his body pressed into my back. My lungs were finally clear enough to scream, and I began to, but he shoved my head under water again after the first sounds came out. He held me there until my air began to run out and I panicked again, yet aware of the hard throbbing in my painfully stretched pussy. When he finally let me up he whispered harshly into my ear that it made little difference to him if I were breathing air or water. I tried to beg him to stop and let me go, but was cut off by a sharp exhalation as he withdrew and shoved home again, water sluicing in and out between our bodies. I grunted involuntarily. 43. (42b) He muttered something about giving me something else to think about, withdrew and slammed back in, then pushed me across the tub with his pole buried inside me. He lifted me a little higher with his hands and cock. In this new position, one of the Jacuzzi's hot water jets was aimed right where his body intruded into mine. I froze as the forceful water added its assault to his. He moved me slowly, carefully positioning me by feel until I couldn't help but shriek as the worst was realized. The jet, now centered dead on my clit, battered me with unbelievable sensations I could not escape. I heaved and bucked my hips, desperately trying to escape from the onslaught, but momentary relief was short-lived as he forced me back into position each time. He held me nearly in place while slowly withdrawing his pole and then sliding it back in again, over and over. He fucked me almost gently as the jet played havoc with me. It was impossible not to respond; my body had no choice against the merciless water stream. Orgasm blindsided me, coming too fast to cope with. I screamed, not able to care whether he would in fact drown me for making noise. The pleasure tore at me, storming on my clit as my pussy was filled and emptied. I couldn't come down because the jet kept pouring and pouring onto me. The pleasure became far too intense to handle, and I lost my voice and coherence. Then I was rising, for real, as my attacker lifted me up and away from the torment. My body felt hollow and used up as he pushing me up from the water with his pelvis, his buried cock pressing as far as it could into my weakly clutching pussy. Dimly I felt the pulsing that signaled his climax deep inside me. I came to alone in the steamy Jacuzzi room. I was laid out on a towel, bottomless, semen slowly oozing from me. My torn bikini bottoms floated in the frothy pool. 44. I half-squatted over the stool bolted to the floor. I couldn't budge my feet, which were cuffed to the stool legs, nor straighten from my crouch because of chains running from the belt around my waist to loops set in the cement floor. My hands held tight to the metal loop dangling above my head. Short chains attached wrist cuffs to the loop, so I wouldn't be able to touch my head if I tried. More chains led from each wrist down my body, through loops in the belt, to the corners of a small board sitting on the stool below me. Those chains were nearly taught now. Two wooden stirrups resting on the board supported my inner thighs, taking most of my weight. Mounted to the board was a dildo, tall enough to already intrude into my vagina an inch or two - too deep for me to raise myself off it completely. Its vibrating head buzzed shallowly in my vagina, pressing lightly into my hymen when I wasn't straining up away from it. He'd explained it all as he set the video cameras up. I had no real lateral movement, and couldn't lift myself high enough to dismount. I could pull the ring to take weight from my legs if they got tired, but the only way to escape was the key dangling about a foot over my head. That key would unlock all the restraints and set me completely free. My clothes were piled neatly next to an unlocked, soundproof, exit door. I could take or destroy the cameras if I wanted - the video recording was also being transmitted elsewhere. Of course, I wouldn't be able to reach the key until he removed the stirrups, since they prevented the board from rising while I was sitting on them. That meant, of course, I'd have to support all my weight with my legs and arms if I didn't want to sit down. He pointed to two large open cuffs on either side of the stool, just below my open thighs. If I lowered too much, those cuffs would close over my legs and I would be trapped. The exit door was unlocked from the outside as well, and anyone could come in any time. He left it up to my imagination what strangers in this part of town might do if they happened upon a woman in my situation. It was up to me. I could escape any time I wanted. All it would cost me was my virtue. There was no way for me to reach the key without stretching my arms up - and raising the platform, forcing the dildo most of the way into me. A small price to pay, he said, chuckling at me. Before he left, he took out one last thing. He called it a kind of butterfly. He tied it's soft strings around my waist then down between my buttocks like a thong, up my legs, outside my parted labia, up to loops in its bottom end, drawing it flush against my pubic mound. I was confused about it until he turned it on, sending vibrations directly onto my clit, making me shriek. He waited for the initial shock to wear off before he took the supporting stirrups away. I wasn't about to sit, straining as I was upward trying to escape the intense dual buzzing of the dildo and butterfly. I didn't notice him leave. I couldn't think straight. I wanted desperately to escape, but my strict, chaste upbringing made the fear of losing my virginity almost paralyzing. The vibrations wouldn't stop, and my legs were already starting to tremble. I found myself pleading incoherently into the camera as my first ever orgasm took me by surprise. 45. An entire stadium of men surrounded me; thousands of them, all masturbating mindlessly. Those close enough to see stared at me. Those farther away stared at huge visual displays of my face, and naked body. Entire theater-size screens were devoted to my breasts, belly, rear and crotch. The unseen cameras following my every motion as I tried to find a way out the small glass cubicle in the center of a raised central dais. Over many minutes the throng jacked off and came. Some dribbled, some arced for long distances, until the reek of semen penetrated even my cell. The drops, rivulets, rivers dripped off of bodies and drained into gratings on the floor, collecting into a pungent moat around the dais that was pumped through clear tubes to a transparent tank that made up part of my prison's roof. I stared as two articulated tubes snaked down from the tank. Each ended in realistic, if transparent, facsimile of a penis. One moved toward my head, the other down, pointing between my legs. I backed away, holding my hands ready to ward off potential attacks. I didn't see the third one reaching down behind me. Without warning, a slime-coated shaft penetrated my ass. I screamed and reached desperately behind me. It was too slippery to grip, and it thrust into me again and a gain, going deeper each time, until I felt a liquid surge deep inside as it pumped spunk from the tank into my guts. Upon finishing, the anal invader retreated rapidly with a wet slurping noise, eliciting a gasp from me. The phallus in front of me took the opportunity to dive forward and fill my mouth before I could bat it out of the way. I gagged and choked, backing up to the wall, trying to pull it from me as it pushed past my gag reflex, momentarily cutting off my air as it lodged in the back of my throat and ejaculated straight down my esophagus. And no sooner had this one pulled out than the third cock plunged into my pussy. I tried to scrabble back up the glass wall, but my feet lost their grip on the smooth floor, now wet with spilled seed, and I slipped, landing on my rear with my legs slightly spread and the shaft pushing further into me. It too went through a series of hard thrusts before shooting gouts of semen deep inside me. The cycle immediately began to repeat, the first shaft snaking underneath and pushing into my anus as the last left my oozing vagina. I couldn't hide or escape. IfI could actually catch one or two of the tubes to hold them at bay, the third invariably found a vulnerable hole. If I tried to block any of my entrances with hands or closed teeth, the tubes would act in concert to distract or dislodge my protection well enough for one to force its way back inside me. I heaved and threw up after the several oral assaults even as my cunt was being pumped full again. I involuntarily emptied my bowels after the pressure became to great. My various expulsions drained through small holes in the glass floor. But nothing I did deterred or slowed the tubes. After several "rounds", two would attack at the same time - either coordinating or alternating thrusts. Sometimes, all three went together, inseminating me simultaneously. The men watched in a zombie-like trance. Many jerked off a second or third time as they observed my torment. Soon I gave up trying to evade. All that mattered was getting through it. I ended up lying on my stomach, legs spread apart, my head turned to one side, just letting it happen. My ass and pussy filled and emptied uncountable times. I'd vomit semen, then get more pumped down my throat. It didn't stop until the tank was empty. When I finally came back to myself, the stadium was dark, quiet, and empty. The screens were black, the glass walls of my prison gone - raised high overhead. Off in the distance at the back of an upper tier of seats a small red sign glowed "Exit" ----------------------------------------------------------- Nightmares and Visions (46-50) by Monocle ----------------------------------------------------------- 46. I'm lulled from slumber to a dreamy awakening. I must get out and away. Flight instinct makes me run out of my house, down my dark, quiet street in my nightie. I see them there right away. They are waiting for me. They emerge out from behind the trees, out of bushes, some just come toward me in plain site, from all directions. They're people - sort of. Human shaped, but bodies totally transparent, each glows with its own different color light. All are male, unclothed. They would remind me of life-size action figures, but for their anatomical correctness. Their shape and form names them Rubber Men in my mind. I try to run away from them, feet barely touching the ground, but they are all around me. I break through a gap and fly down the street as fast as I can. I can feel their pursuit - a heat of terrible, primal desire closing behind me. Hands covered in not-quite-skin reach for me and catch my arm, then my waist, then a leg. Then I'm in a sea of glowing colored arms and bodies. My nightie is ripped off almost soundlessly as I struggle. I can't scream out for help - I can't make a sound. The only noise is the movement of bodies as they take hold of my arms and legs. They hold my arms out to either side, lift and spread my kicking legs. They are strong, and there are too many of them. They hold me spread open in the suburban night. My heart races as I continue to try to squirm free, getting more frantic as a blue-glowing man moves between my legs. He is soft, but his penis surges to full erection as he steps forward. There is no pause or preamble. He is perfectly aligned with my sex, and he splits me open and pushes into me even as his smooth hands grasp my hips. I buck and heave, but can't avoid the smooth, steady penetration. He is all the way in, then fucking me. I am frantic, desperate to get away. I can't let him cum in me, but he does. I feel his shaft pulse and spit into me, filling me - then something else - a tinge of hollowness, nothingness, inside me. The blue man releases me and is replaced by a red one. He too snaps to erection the moment before plunging into me. He is shaped differently, his unwelcome presence inside me feels different, but he performs the same actions, and the emptiness grows and spreads as his venom fills me. They hold me open for each other. They push me into the approaching cocks. They change my position and bodily fuck me onto them. They lie me down, and take me on the street, then the nearby grass of a lawn, forcing another cock into my silently crying mouth. They place me on my hands and knees and take my ass, then pussy, then both together. I fight every thrust, shudder at every ejaculation. They hold me and keep me, and fuck me. I catch glimpses of my own body as they take me - from where my womb, and bowels, and stomach would be- glowing skin containing nothing. They are turning ME into one of THEM. I can feel myself begin to turn... rubbery... from the inside spreading out. It goes slowly enough for me to fool myself I can still get away if I fight hard. They are potent by color and I am almost relieved when a Red or a Blue thrusts into me because I will lose less to them. But the Yellows, the Oranges fill me with dread when I see between my legs, or behind me, or before my eyes. I stare into and through the eyes of a Yellow/Green as he shudders and pours into me, taking more from me than any other. Life is there, unfathomable, nameless desire is there, but nothing else. Soon I will be like them. Just alive. 47. Hands and mouths covered my body. I couldn't see any of them for the blindfold snugly over my eyes. I struggled, but couldn't free myself. No one hand restrained me with any strength, but the gentle, even loving, hold of so many kept me in place. I could move my limbs or body some, but the yielding , organic restraint let me go only so far from the upright spread-eagle I couldn't force my legs together or bring my arms in to protect myself. The hands that weren't hindering my movements worked in concert with lips and tongues caressing my skin and probing my body. Maybe a dozen or more mouths nibbled at me, but five of them pushed to the forefront of my awareness as they converged on my most sensitive and private parts. Two mouths sucked and licked at my breasts, aided by the stroking and kneading of various fingers. Two mouths attacked my vagina, one exploring the furrow of my labia, the other concentrating on my clit and upper mound. The fifth, delved and poked at my anus, exposed by hands that pulled my nether cheeks apart for it. Other voices whispered in my ear, or in the distance. They loved me. They wanted me more than anything in the world. All I had to do was let them. I was awash in sensation I could not escape. I couldn't differentiate between pleasure, fear and disgust. I didn't want to let them. I knew it was wrong for some reason. But they wanted me so much. And it felt so good... My first orgasm took me completely by surprise. I was so disoriented and over-stimulated I had not felt it nearing and all of a sudden I was screaming and bucking against the unseen hands and mouths. They barely paused to let me ride the shockwaves out, before resuming. My senses dulled from climax, I hung limply for some time as my thighs and belly and back were rubbed, my legs and toes licked and fondled, my ears and neck caressed. They whispered how good that was, that they wanted to give me more, that they wanted me even more now. I only noticed that my crotch and breasts had been left alone for a while when the mouths and fingers resumed there, sparking pleasure through my helpless body again. This time I could feel it coming. No matter what I did - and I could do nothing - the pleasure mounted. There were too many touches on too many nerves for me to avoid it. I was nearly resigned to it when the busy mouth that had been kissing and driving its tongue into my slit left, replaced by fingers, exploring my labia, occasionally dipping into my leaking pussy. They spread my outer lips open, something warm and much too large for a finger nuzzled its way between. I was pretty far gone, but aware enough to realize this was a penis poking at my virgin entrance. The whispers cooed at me, telling me of surrender, telling me of desire. My impending orgasm was eclipsed by fear and renewed struggles to escape. But I was already tired, and the gentle restraint held easily. If anything, the oral and digital stimulation even increased as I moaned and strained against them. The blunt head of the cock did not push into me. It just stayed there, nudging my entrance open, waiting as fingers and tongues swirled around it over my intimate flesh. The whispers coaxed and enticed. I knew what it was waiting for. I knew and there was nothing I could do. Through my fear, the pleasure encroached relentlessly. I struggled, but half the time, all I succeeded in doing was allow some new shock of erotic sensation through. It became unclear whether I was trying to avoid or hasten my pending climax. But whatever my intent, whatever I tried to do, it was coming. 48. Men leered at me through the floor-to-ceiling window as they jerked off. The lower few feet of the glass smeared white with dripping semen as they came by the dozen. Whenever one would finish, he would depart and be replaced by a new one wanking away. There wasn't much I could do about it. I was manacled, naked, and spread-eagled between two metal poles, the object of their masturbatory lust. It went on for hours. A never ending stream of men, all shapes, colors, sizes. I tried to convince myself I was getting used to the exposure and humiliation. Finally it ended. The room behind the glass cleared. Something hummed, and the poles I was attached to slowly rotated around. The splattered glass partition soon moved out of sight behind me as I now faced sterile white wall. Between the wall and I, a few feet before me, stood a thin pedestal. At its apex a large, realistic dildo pointed straight up. As I watched, it pumped up and down in the air a few times accompanied by hydraulic hissing, pausing each time it extended or retracted. It stopped as a trapdoor in the floor hissed opened behind it. From the recess, an armature raised water-cooler sized clear plastic tank, filled with a whitish liquid. Robotic arms emerged from the far wall, carrying a segmented metal hose. They attached one end to the jug's upward pointing neck and the other to something unseen on the far side of the pedestal. Once the bottom of the tank was a bit higher than my head, the armature rotated, upending the giant bottle. In moments a stream of white began to fountain from the dildo's tip. The pedestal lowered to the floor, still spurting at least two feet into the air, the stream falling back onto the shaft and coating it. The pedestal moved toward me over the floor. Sliding between my widespread legs. Then it rose again. I felt the warm stream splatter right on my slit, the pungent aroma of semen filling my nostrils. The stream was already forcing itself into me before the glans of the fake cock even touched me, but once it did, there was no where else for the stuff to go but straight in. Once the head was nestled into my divided labia, the pedestal rose smoothly and steadily, penetrating me quick and deep, spraying spunk all the while. It paused deep inside me and the thick fluid injected at the entrance to my womb, then it retreated. It paused just inside me still pumping, filling my vagina like a syringe of cum before pushing in, driving the white cream all the way into me, forcing the excess out between its shaft and my uselessly protesting muscles. I repeated down, pause, up, pause, just as I had seen it do earlier, but this time it was fucking me, shooting cum into me nonstop. The phallus stretched me wide and deep. I knew some of it would find its way. It was the right time. One sperm would be too much. I struggled uselessly, screaming, probably already too late. Just don't let it feel good, I told myself... 49 (or 47b). I felt it in my belly first - lightness and trepidation. White hot, it spread to my pussy and breasts and ass, exploding into pleasure along every nerve. I felt my entire body clench and release as I screamed. And then the cock moved. It bored up into me, stretching me wide around it as I came helplessly around it. It stopped as my inner muscles squeezed, gripping an invading foreign object for the first time, then pushed further in, its advance syncopated with my contractions. The tongues and fingers worked at fever pace, whipping my body into a frenzy of pleasure. I couldn't distinguish any part of my body from any other - except for my vagina, which was being filled with heat and cock with each ecstatic spasm. Pain lanced through my pleasure as the cock tore through my hymen, the sting lingered and blended with the overwhelming pleasure and undercurrents of fear. My cries hardly changed in pitch as my virginity was ripped. My whole body pulsed and came as I was impaled. I strained and shook. I tried to push the invading cock out, and accepted it into my throbbing center. My nipples and clit burned. The whispers carried me, saying "good, good, yes, that's right, yes," with every spasm. I finally went limp, still held in place. The hands and mouths ceased their caresses, merely holding, or pressing lightly against me. The only hard presence was the shaft fully embedded in my newly opened passage. It throbbed inside me once, twice, making me moan in unwilling acknowldgement of its presence. I went dizzy and slightly nauseous as the long shaft slowly withdrew from me, dragging back on my inner flesh and the rags of my virginity. Then it reversed direction and slid back in at the same pace. I groaned low from deep down. The cock withdrew and sank back in again, then. I realized it was fucking me - my first lover. The other sensations slowly came back - either starting up again after stopping or just my senses either re-awakening to them. But now the slowly pistoning cock was always in the foreground. I was unable to muster any strength or will against it. It filled and emptied me, while other appendages licked and probed endlessly, and the whispers seduced. The whirlwind dragged me slowly, almost painfully back to arousal. The penis kept a steady pace, but increased in the strength of its inward thrust. As if trying to force its way further into me each time. The whispers told me to let it, feel its desire for me, to give in, to accept the offering. I couldn't struggle or fight it off. The orgasm blew in like a gale, and swept me away. I clamped down on the cock as is rammed into me, squeezing it over and over again as I let out unintelligible wails. The cock stayed buried in me as I milked it endlessly. Finally, as I came down, body aching. I felt the buried member throb and swell. It was cumming into me. The whispers saying over and over "thank you, thank you , thank you." 50. I was practicing for class in the empty studio before opening, watching my movements in the mirror; going over the steps I would teach in an hour, when the lights went out. Emergency exits kicked on their dim beacons, but everything was quiet and dark for a moment - even the ventilation had stopped. Perhaps it was a blackout. I turned for the door when a low, silvery voice spoke behind me. "You are not leaving." I jumped, twisting around to land facing the back wall. The studio mirror faced me, distorted in several points. Reflective trunks extended from the warping surface toward me, one almost touched my ankle, and several more were already near me. I stepped back, trying to the block or kick at advancing tentacle shapes. Striking them was easy, but the viscous mirror material stuck to me where I hit it, spreading cool across my skin, already beginning to encircle an arm and a leg. The voice spoke - from the mirror. "I've been watching you. You will give me what I need." I didn't know whether to question it or scream for help. I struggled to free myself from the clinging silver, only managing to spread it to my other leg. It moved up, sliding between my clothes and skin. I decided to scream. "No one will come, " the mirror said, and I saw in a twisted reflection that more mirror silver covered the room's exits. Cool smoothness spread beneath my clothes, flowing over my breasts, my stomach and ass and pussy under my outfit. It looked like I was simply standing there, legs slightly parted, arms to my sides, except for the silver sheen of my skin below my neck, and the chords connecting me to the undulating mirror surface. For a moment, I was completely immobilized. "Pleasure yourself," the voice said all around me. I could move now, but I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "No!" I shouted, then choked for a moment as a band of silver briefly constricted around my neck. For a few seconds, horrific sensations crossed my skin - needles poked at my nipples and labia, blades caressed my breasts and thighs, ice cold and searing heat prodded me in sensitive places. "Pleasure yourself now," the words had exactly the same tone, as before, but now there was menace behind them. I trembled in the skin-hugging silver. A tear fell from my eye as I moved my hands to my stomach, pushing silver-coated fingers under waistbands and bra cups. I knew I would not be able to become aroused under this kind of duress, and though incredibly frightened, took some satisfaction I would deny this - thing what it wanted, My fingers passed over my mound and breast at the same time and I gasped as pleasure immediately arced through my body. The slightest touch of the mirror-coated finger on mirror-coated pussy was like the shadow of orgasm. I froze. "Yes. You will feel pleasure. And so much more. Continue. Now." After a shadowy trace of a blade against my chest, I did. I had to. I stood in the studio and brought myself to orgasm in less than a minute. The mirror on my skin and the wall rippled with my climax. "That was good. So good." The voice sounded like it had cum to. "I chose you wisely. We have much more to do before your class arrives and you give them to me as well. Begin again." Dread filled me as my hands restarted. They'd never left their stations - left cupping breast and pinching nipple, right with two fingers thrust inside my pussy. The pleasure returned immediately. Now I felt it pressing into me. As my fingers worked, cool smoothness flowed into my pussy and oozed into my ass, heedless of efforts against it. Silver reflection filled me as I came again, then again. The lights and power came back on and I watched myself stand there, frigging my invaded body and cumming. I would do whatever it wanted. ----------------------------------------------------------- Nightmares and Visions (51-55) by Monocle ----------------------------------------------------------- 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 queries 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 particularly pleasurable, 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 business end of the syringe is not a needle, but a strange, almost organic-looking tapering. She takes it and dips it into a metal flask, then draws back the plunger, 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, 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 struggle and squirm futilely as she cleans off the device with gauze 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 a little more than an inch thick, and warm with its fresh contents, so I can feel its progress 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 succeed in tiny useless 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, thirty seconds its done. After an opposite twist of the dial, she slides the glass out. A tiny stream of white fluid follows it. 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. 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 reeling chains increased in volume and decreased in speed as the slack was taken from my legs. First my ankles were raised, so I was almost reclining 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. 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... 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, unyielding 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 received similar 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 threatened 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 different 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. 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- Nightmares and Visions (56-60) by Monocle ----------------------------------------------------------- 56. My hands started shaking as I read the laser-printed note from inside the box. "I caught you yesterday at 10:33 pm. The two pictures included here leave no doubt as to who your identity or your actions. They are captures from a 20 minute digital film. We both know the disaster your life would become if anyone else found out. If you do what is instructed, your secret will remain safe." My heart went to my throat as I pulled the pictures out. They were as damning as the letters said. How could I have been so stupid?! The note continued. "The package has two boxes, which you have probably opened by now. You're smart, and have probably guessed your task already. Take the recorder and set it up facing you. It doesn't matter where or how it is set up. You will strip naked. You might be wise to conceal obvious birthmarks, or add deceptive makeup. Your head does not have to be in the frame, I suggest avoiding it, but your tits or your ass have to be in view as much as possible. You will record yourself masturbating to orgasm twice with the vibrator. At least one of those times, the entire thing must be inside your cunt as you come. No faking. I'll be able to tell. The dildo has unique markings that identify it as the one sent to you for this purpose." I looked furtively at the thing resting in the crumpled packaging where I'd dropped it. They were euphemistically called toys, but this one did not look like a plaything. It looked like a real, big, cock. Could I get that thing inside me? I shuddered. The hard, faux-flesh of the shaft had writing along its length - the word MASTER and a series of numbers - printed tattoo-like along the length, repeated around the thick column and on the base, large enough to be visible for some distance from any angle. "When you are done, follow the camera's instructions, transfer the recording to your computer, and upload it to the IP address printed on the vibrator. If you obey all instructions satisfactorily, you will receive the original recording of your misdeeds. If not, there will be other consequences. You have twelve hours from Midnight, April 12 to comply." My eyes darted to the clock; 7:33 am. April 13. I had been rushing to catch the train for work when the courier had handed the package to me at my door. I believed the threat far more than the promise of resolution, but my racing mind found no reasonable choices to make. Being late for work was the least of my problems now. Butterflies in my stomach, I slowly stepped back into my apartment and closed the door. 57. I fought a losing fight as they tied my arms behind my back, and my ankles to my thighs. They were too many and too strong. As they finished, I watched the dark-skinned man in horrified amazement as he stepped between my lover and I and freed the monster from his pants. He sat on a thin armless chair, his prick pointing obscenely upward as hands gripped my waist and under my arms, lifting me and carrying me towards him. More hands took my knees, forcing them apart while my lover directed my positioning over the purple cockhead. Chocolate fingers took over at my waist once his thick body ensured I could not close my legs. He held me suspended above him for a few seconds of terrible anticipation before lowering me onto himself. At first, it felt like he was just going to mash into my cunt and slide off, but after a moment, my moist lips parted the cock's head began to spear up into me. I looked pleadingly over the shoulder of the man forcing me down into his lap, into the cold eyes of my lover. My own eyes widened and I cried out as the stranger's shaft stretched my complaining vagina around it. It was longer, thicker than even the cock of the man I'd been cheating on my lover with, the cock I'd been wet in anticipation for a few minutes ago. Now, the beaten body of my illicit partner was out of sight, and there was anger and other darkness in my lover's pitiless eyes. The steel hard thing filled me more and more. I didn't think I could take it, but more forced in as my breath came in short gasps. My back arched by itself and my hips flexed and wiggled in a futile attempt to escape or at somehow ease the torturous filling. But in the end it was no use. In the end I sat squarely on the stranger's muscular lap, my mound pressed hard on his pubic bone, his shaft stuffed completely in my protesting body. My lover spoke for the first time. His words chilled me to the bone. "I'm going to let him cum in you. He's going to knock you up." "No! God, please, I'm sorry!" "You're not sorry yet. We're done, you and I. But I want to leave you with something to remember me by. Something to remind you what you did." "But I didn't- ! "You're going to beg him to do it." "NO!" "Yes. By the end of this, you'll be pleading for him to put his baby in you. I promise." He was right. 58 (or 55b). The machine voice commanded: "Pleasure yourself". I didn't know if I could. I hesitated too long, and received the lightning, which doubled me over. As soon as it stopped - not changing to pleasure this time- I reached for the fake cock with shaky hands. I worked quickly to avoid another punishment, lying on the bed and spreading my legs, pointing the shaft at my vagina and sliding it in my still-dripping pussy quickly. It felt good, even in the after-effects of my recent orgasm and punishment. I didn't know if I could cum with the dildo by itself. It didn't vibrate, and the metal contraption kept me from using my fingers to rub my clit, but I tried, fucking the cock in and out rapidly, willing myself to cum, anything to prevent the lightning from striking again. Too slowly, I feared, my arousal rose. And after more time, I succeeded, crying and cumming on the shaft on the machines orders. As I collapsed back on the bed, the dildo still half in me, the devices came to life and forced another climax from my exhausted body in only a few moments more. My reward. Time passed. The machine gave me more tasks for reward and punishment. It made me take a dildo in my mouth - down my throat. It made me sodomize myself - and cum while doing it. It made me fill my pussy and ass at the same time with objects of different sizes and shapes. I had to fuck my pussy my while I had bowel movement in my small commode, or shove something up my rear while I peed. Every time I hesitated more than a moment, it gave me the lightning, no other reprimand was necessary. Every time I complied, it rewarded me with another orgasm. Nearly every time the deep mechanical voice sounded, my body thrilled with fear and sexual anticipation. My hesitations became fewer and farther between even as the demanded actions became more lewd and debased. I could feel my own conditioning take hold; knowing it was happening did nothing to stop it. I knew this was all leading up to something. I didn't know what it could be, but I feared it more with every new act, every forced climax. I feared it because I knew with a certainty I'd never before felt, that I would do whatever the voice told me to. 59. A warm wind catches the thin fabric of my dress as I watch the scene. From twenty or so feet across the pit, extending up the floor and walls of the valley around me, hundreds of shining bodies dance, embrace, and couple to the beat of drums in the light of torches and bonfires. The solemn ceremony degenerated into this near-orgy quickly after my wrists and ankles were secured to the two rock columns, my struggles to escape no match against the men who had dragged me from my prison-hut. The log plank was now pulled back behind me, and I had to wedge my bare feet in narrow ledges carved into the columns lest I end up dangling by my wrists. Looking straight down makes me queasy, as the floor of the pit, if there is one, is lost in curling mists dimly reflecting the firelight. The stone columns I am chained to extend straight down, out of sight. I look out over the gathering, at the wanton immorality on display all around me. The bestial sounds of men and women in passion rise over the driving music, and the scenes of debauchery are almost as sickening as the pit below me. The incense burning all around the pit invades my sensitive nose. It is some kind of opiate, I know, but it is impossible not to breathe it in. I jump in surprise at the touch of hands on my arms and legs, my feet nearly slipping from the ledges. My protests and complaints have fallen on deaf ears so far, and I have resolved to give them nothing now. Their groping and pulling at my tattered clothes is over-familiar and uncomfortable, but I remain stoic. Hands cup my breasts, rubbed my legs, and worse still, slide up between my legs to my belly and privates. How so many could reach me is a mystery until I strain to look back and see costumed people - the priests? Standing on planks extended over the pit. Cold metal touches my skin and I let a small cry escape as the feeling flashes down and across my body. I am not cut, but what remains of my clothing falls to the depths of the pit. I feel my entire body blush at my exposure, and try fruitlessly to squirm away as the too-intimate hands return to my body - flesh on flesh now that my flimsy protection is gone. The touches are strangely magnified - seeming to linger in place after the hand or finger has moved on. Colors and movements are blurring. I hold tight to keep from the feeling of falling. The touches awaken my body. They caress me where no one should, but my body does not listen to my protests. Fingers dance on my belly, reach between my legs to tease my nexus. Despite myself I am flowering open. My insides warm, liquify. Desire rises in me unbidden, and the touch of the many hands is not enough to quench it. I look on the fornicating crowd and hunger, hating myself for it. Me need consumes me, and I realize the hands are leaving me, removing the little relief I had. The last hand, reaching up between my legs to my belly, trails down, fingers dipping into my furrow before leaving me altogether. I look back to see the planks retracted. I let out a begging, needing, shameful sound, and look down. My own body's betrayal is evident. My fair skin is flushed, my womanhood a cauldron of my own making. My desire flows from me like honey. I watch, nearly sobbing, as a droplet of it forms and falls from me, into the depths of the pit. The music stops suddenly, startling me. I still hear sounds from the carnally engrossed people, but now more and more attention becomes focused on the pit. The mists begin to illuminate from beneath. Billows of cloud puff and expand upward. More drops of my desire fall into the pit, and otherworldly sounds emanate from its depths. A great shape emerges from the swirling maelstrom, singular in form and obvious in purpose... I scream as it rises towards me, even as my very womb shudders in anticipation... 60. The world faded around him, leaving only his eyes and the changing expressions of his face at the center of my attention. I could barely understand or recall what we talked about at the bar, even as we were speaking. Behind the words, under his manners, past his eyes, something burned. It took me a while to figure it out, caught as I was in his unwavering attention. It was desire. Pure, unadulterated, sexual desire. The discovery was startling and unnerving, but I didn't leave - or even look away. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to if I tried. We danced - close. I don't recall him asking or moving to the floor. I felt his body against mine, hard and strong, but only saw his face and eyes. The desire was still there, less hidden now. He looked hungry, purposeful as we moved. I don't know lust could be so obviously transmitted in the tiny signals of the face, but it was unmistakable. And it was focused solidly on me. I'd never experienced anything like it before. He wanted me in a way I couldn't have imagined possible. And it affected me. The light in his eyes seemed to enter me through mine, and I felt my body respond. We were in a cab. We'd just kissed. I don't remember closing my eyes at all, or losing sight of his, but the taste of him lingered on my lips. His ands roamed my body, and mine his. I had a fleeting thought about the cab driver, but he probably saw much more than this regularly. I didn't know where we were going and didn't care. His hands moved to where he wanted them - and it was where I wanted them too. His expression only intensified. He desired me. He _needed_ me. He had to have me. No words like that ever escaped his lips, there was no need. I felt them as if they'd been shouted. I was leaning back on a soft bed, he'd helped me off with my clothes, and was losing the last of his as he climbed up between my opening legs. Our words decayed into senseless noises as he entered me. Joy and pleasure mixing with the lust and determination on his face. I stared into his eyes with no thought of anything other than giving him the pleasure and fulfillment he needed, and taking my own at the same time. We fucked hard and fast. I don't think I'd ever been so wet for a man in my life. I saw his pupils dilate as he thrust into me on the verge, then exploded. His staring shining eyes, and the cum shooting into me pushed me over the edge as well and I screamed, my legs, pulling and holding him inside me. His half closed eyes and small smile swam in my vision as the climax took me places I'd never been. When the room stopped spinning around him, he was still there, still half hard in me, still holding my gaze with his. He beamed. Happy, satisfied, but still. Lust and desire still smoldered in him and I felt it through the sweat-covered skin of his hard body. Tiny voices in my head cried out about strangers, unprotected sex, danger, and other things, but I couldn't really hear them. He was still looking at me - into me. And he began to move again - into me. I moaned as I felt his cock stiffen and lengthen inside. I began to fuck him back. I knew my expression matched his. ----------------------------------------------------------- Nightmares and Visions (61-65) by Monocle ----------------------------------------------------------- 61. I kneel, knees held to the floor by hard leather straps tied to anchored metal loops, forcing them wide apart. More leather binds my wrists together and to my ankles wrists bound to each other, and another strap connects them to my crossed, tied ankles, keeping me from moving or bending too far forward, though I can look down at the small dark hole in the floor between my knees. Shiny metal clamps, fastened to the floor in front of me by short chains, hold my nipples and clit gently but firmly. They pinch, but it's not too uncomfortable unless I try to pull up or lean back or to the side. A rising, sliding sound draws my attention downward, and I carefully look down to see a smooth, rounded shaft rise from the hole, up to me and effortlessly impale my vagina. It is cool and slick, and rises in me until it presses against the end of my passage. It is already sliding its way out of me when I start screaming, and has disappeared into the hole by the time I instinctively jerk away from it, making the clamps bite my nipples and clit, and making me shriek louder and fight to still my reflexes. Tears trailing from my eyes, I finally get my movements under control, though I'm trembling all over now. The sliding sound starts again and my eyes lock on the hole as my entire body tenses up. I'm screaming before the shaft even appears... 62. The crosstown foot traffic is heavier than usual. Ten blocks to go and almost every step I bump or jostle against the people moving in my direction or against it, or crossing my path at some angle. I keep my eyes fixed on the next intersection, waiting for my building to come into view, pausing for the walk light when necessary. I move slowly but steadily - the lights are going my way and I flow on with and in the crowd. Only gradually do I realize that the constant small collisions with other people are almost always against certain parts of my body. I barely see the perpetrators, but my chest, and legs, and rear end get the most prods or brief sweeping contacts. I'm never sure if hands are reaching for me intentionally or whether it's all simply coincidence. I keep pushing forward resolutely, trying to quicken my pace. I almost trip and fall the first time a hand reaches between my legs to press briefly against my crotch before sweeping up and away, I whip my head around to see who did it, but all I see are more nondescript faces coming and going. I'm gently but firmly pushed forward by hand cupping the left cheek of my ass. I stumble forward casting the other direction to see who did _that_, and find only people going this way and that, ignoring me or treating me as if I were just another obstacle to get around. Fingers brush around my left breast over my blouse and try to pull me forward by a quickly pinched nipple. I barley catch a hand retreating into the crowd as I propel myself forward. The touches become more bold gropes and pokes. I can avoid or deflect some that I see, but others get through, especially the attacks coming from behind. I try to break through, but he crowd doesn't let me get off to the side of the sidewalk or move faster than a brisk walk. My blouse has come un-tucked, and hands have made it underneath to rub against the skin of my sides, back, and stomach. Block after block, the fondling gets more aggressive and intimate. Halfway to my destination, I hit my first Don't Walk pause, and stand for a few moments pressed in a near gridlock of people - half waiting to cross the street, the other half wending by right to left with the light. It is here I feel a hand press against my lower back and slide rapidly downward, under the waist band of my shorts to pinch my rear through my panties before disappearing. I almost can't turn to see the perpetrator, much less stop him, but as my eyes cast about for him, another hand caresses up the inside of my right, into my shorts and almost digs under my panties before I flinch away. I have nowhere to escape except my final destination. I've got to make it there! 63. I run through the overgrown forest. I don't know what I am trying to escape, only that I must get away. I don't see what makes me trip as I tumble headlong into the dense thicket of vines. I struggle to get out, but only entangle myself further. They - my pursuers? - emerge from the undergrowth and I'm not sure at first why I've been running. The female forms are smaller than I - almost child-size, but their nude bodies are clearly womanly proportioned. It is hard to tell from the canopy-filtered light, but their skin, and their dark, flowing hair, looks green. They surround me as I try to free myself, talking lightly in a language I don't recognize. Their arms make sweeping gestures, and the vines move around me in response. Green coils wrap around my arms and legs, spreading and holding them apart, lifting me bodily above the forest floor. I fight to get loose, but can't overcome the green snare. I yell at them to stop. I call for help. More graceful hand-motions from them and a thick vine gags my mouth. I try to bite down on it, but it is tough and woody. My heart pounds as I realize just how helpless I am becoming. One of the creatures - Dryads? Pixies? produces a long, nasty looking thorn knife. She points it at my chest and I flinch, but instead of cutting me, she slashes down my shirt from collar to waist, cutting my bra as well. Another slice rips my pants and panties from waist to crotch. Before I can so much as squeal, my clothes are shredded from my body. As this distressing turn of events concludes, another of the green girl-creatures pulls back a leafy curtain of plants to reveal a broad shrub adorned with strange fruits. My stomach twists as I watch her pull one from its branch. The yellow-green fruit itself is gourd-like. At first it is soft and shapeless like a water balloon, but as her fingers play over it, it stiffens into a more coherent shape. Soon it is all too phallic in appearance, size, and apparent purpose. The nymph plays with it, licks it, even takes it into her mouth as I watch in fearful fascination. After a minute or two of vegetable fellatio, she pops it from her mouth and strokes it quickly with her hands. The tip of the stalk begins spewing bright green fluid. Still caressing the shaft with one hand, the girl directs the stream of liquid onto the five other pods now held by her companions. The ejaculating stem coats its brethren as its bulb visibly empties. The stalk itself deflates as the last thick drops fall. I'm trembling with fear, but unable to otherwise move as one of the five elfin forms approaches me. She does not meet my searching, pleading eyes, looking only at the junction of my forced-apart legs. She reaches out and parts my labia with the warm, wet fingers of one hand, while the other brings the tip of the slick shaft to my sex and slides it in. I scream into the vine gagging my mouth. Though painless, the violation is both shocking and unwelcome. The body is hard, and... _alive_. I desperately want it out of me, but my desires are not being considered. The small woman presses the shaft all the way into me, and I am filled as if by a lover. Holding the bulb, she pulls it part way out, then pumps it back, repeating slowly. She fucks me with it, and I cannot stop her. Both she and I feel the pod throb, and she pushes it all the way inside me the instant before it discharges. The hot, flooding sensation fills me as I scream, trying and failing to jerk my lower body away. The delicate looking hand, cups the bulb, holding it against my vagina as it empties completely into me, until her small palm is flush against my mound and the last, oozing gush flows in. The withered pod looks like a used, empty condom as she slides it out. I don't see what, if anything she does with it, as another fairy-woman takes her place and pushes a second stalk inside me... It is only as the third drained husk is removed that I realize nothing - not a drop of any kind - has come out of me. I look down, my terror finding new heights. Is that a bulge in my belly? Is there now a green cast on my skin? What is that churning liquid awareness inside me that will not go away? Help! 64. (62b) The light finally changes and I try to charge forward through the crowd, succeeding only in pushing into hands that grope my breasts. They retreat as I try to swat at them. Meanwhile, questing fingers reach between my legs, pressing firmly into my cleft and rubbing back and forth before disappearing. My face burns as I claw and shove my way through the resisting mob. Three blocks to go and my flailing defenses become useless as hands are on me from all sides, reaching into my clothes, touching my body in ever more intimate places, lingering longer. I never manage to get eye contact with anyone, nor can I ever truly link one molesting hand or arm with the face of its owner, even when I've managed to pull a limb away from my body and hold it briefly. It always slips away before I make out a connection, and while I've been distracted several more have taken its place. I'm left to fight the best I can and push onward. Two blocks, and somehow a finger worms its way underneath everything to briefly touch my slit before vanishing. No longer concerned with how it might look, I try to cover my crotch and breasts with my arms and bulldoze through, but hands still slide in under my loosened clothes, and reach from below and behind. At the last intersection, I finally see my building. Just ahead, the Don't Walk sign flashes on, and I let out a frustrated cry as the sea of people around me grinds to a halt. Touches, strokes, pinches, and caresses swarm across my body, and my clothing offers virtually no protection. I push and kick at the people around me, but they just melt away to be replaced by others. Someone pinches my nipples from the left, as a stiff finger slides the length of my slit - even pushing slightly inside me - as another gooses my rear end. I rise up on my tiptoes in reaction, pulling hard against the fingers tweaking my nipples. I can't stand it anymore when the light finally changes. I lock on the building entrance, ignoring the constant assault. I'm almost there, fighting to get to the side. Thirty feet, then twenty. Another hand comes around my waist from behind, dives under my clothes to my mound, unerringly finding and cupping my sex. Fingers vibrate roughly against me - against my clit, and I seize up. My body bucks and thrashes as sensation explodes through me. I'm cumming! I've grabbed at the arm and pull weekly, but my body will not be denied, and other hands are still at my breasts and thighs. I'm still moving forward. I'm even with the building entrance, then past it, forced forward by the crowd as the orgasm holds me in its grip. The door disappears behind me as more hands invade my clothes. My spastic legs won't obey my commands, and my body won't come down from its climax as the throng moves ever forward, with me helplessly intertwined in the multitude's grip. 65. The window-walled conference room was full for the meeting, and I took my notebook computer to my accustomed place to the left of the CEO to record the minutes. As expected, I already knew the names of the visiting corporate officers and their roles, and had prepared shorthand cues for all of them. My chair was missing, which sometimes happened, and I moved to step out the door to grab one from the vestibule, but the meeting was already being called to order, and one look from the head of the table told me to forget it. I quickly set up at my place - standing bent over slightly to start typing quietly and quickly. It was awkward, but I'd handled worse. Mr. Marckus started things off, then handed it off to the Plan Chair who came to the front of the room to talk to the projected charts. Instead of sitting in his chair at the head of the grand table, the CEO stepped back behind me looking over at the presentation. A jumped a little when I felt the palm of his hand press against my rear end. I kept typing the questions and answers of the Plan Committee as a second hand joined the first, pressing and squeezing my butt through my skirt. From behind me, Mr. Marckus introduced Finance for the next section as he reached down to the hem of my skirt and pulled it up, exposing my ass to him. Why wasn't I wearing panties? Why was I still typing? My face flushed hot. Surely anyone who cared to look could see what was going on, and Mr. Peters talking at the front had an unobstructed view. Mr. Marckus' hands caressed and kneaded my bare skin, sliding along my thighs, up between my legs. I shuddered and repressed all sound as he touched my pussy for the first time, fingers slipping assuredly along my slit, encountering moisture there, spreading it around. Why was I wet? I shuddered, and continued to work. Peters moved into Q&A while one, then two, then three fingers fucked me with increasing force. My note-taking remained flawless. I heard every world with crystal clarity, and transcribed faithfully. The Transition Team lead's introduction was accompanied by the sound of an opening zipper. As he came up, the head of Mr. Marckus' cock found my slit. Mr. Ferrigold liked to poke the screen with the pointer whenever he hit a new bullet. The first expected thwack on the screen came almost as an echo of the slap of Mr. Marckus' body against mine. I inhaled in a quiet gasp, my body jerking with the the sudden penetration, but my fingers kept flying over the keys. The transition details ticked off one after another, and the cock thrust in and out of me in time to Ferrigold's singsong voice. Body aflame, I came halfway through the presentation, though only Mr. Marckus could tell, from the way I squeezed him inside. He came as Transition was finishing up, slamming hard against me and pumping his cock dry deep inside. I shivered almost uncontrollably as Mr. Marckus withdrew, zipped up and called his opposite number from the partner company for his side of things. Mr. Andersson moved immediately behind me, leaving the audiovisual for his assistant, and began speaking as soon as his thick cock was buried in me. I typed, cumming again after only a few sharp thrusts. A glance at my computer clock showed a forty minutes of the two hour meeting had elapsed. My ears and hands banished the distracting thoughts from my attention as Andersson's cock swelled up and spewed inside me. Motrona's technical presentation was next... ----------------------------------------------------------- Nightmares and Visions (66-70) by Monocle ----------------------------------------------------------- 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! ----------------------------------------------------------- Nightmares and Visions (71-75) by Monocle ----------------------------------------------------------- 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... 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... 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... 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. 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- Nightmares and Visions (76-80) by Monocle ----------------------------------------------------------- 76. I lurch slightly in the dark, and feel myself carried some distance to the right before the motion stops, like I'm lyiing on some kind of conveyor belt. The metal noise of machinery continues, but the other sounds are coming clearer and closer after each movement. Those sounds are high pitched voices raised in confusion - and fear. The most distant voices are cries and screams, and they too are getting closer each time I move. It is dark and close, where I lie, like I imagine a coffin might be. It feels like I wouldn't be able to move much even if my wrists, ankles, and waist weren't cuffed or strapped to the padded surface beneath me. Another hum and sway as I am moved again, and the top and sides of my casket suddenly lift off and I am dazzled by light and sound. I look to my right and shriek. Several women lie ahead of me, on the wide belt all in various states of hysteria. We are all naked. Just to my right, shining metallic armatures are repositioning my immediate neighbor's legs, spreading them wide open. Beyond that, a complex, massive machine lowering into position between the next woman's splayed legs. I can't see beyond her, where the screams were loudest... 77. At least they let me shiver. Everything else they stop - and punish. I know it's a "them" because if I open my eyes I see people all around me just before a hand covers my eyes again. Then someone pinches my nipple or slaps at my thigh until I close my eyes, the the covering goes away. If I try to talk, ask questions, or complain, a hand covers my mouth, and someone pulls un-gently at my pubic hair or some other minor pain until I quiet down. Then my mouth is uncovered. If I try to move my arms from my side, or close my widely spread legs, hands grab the moving limbs and put them back where they were, and my breasts, or pussy get slapped shortly, sharply until I stop struggling. When the caresses start on my sides to my breasts, I manage to hold still and be quiet, but when the fingers trace down my belly to my vagina, I lose it. I scream and try desperately to get away, but the hands are fast, covering my eyes and mouth, restraining and pressing my arms and legs and body back where they started, slapping and pinching and poking my sensitive places harder and harder as I continue to fight. The only sounds are my muffled cries and the slap of skin against skin. Finally, I give up. I have to. I'm exhausted, and they won't stop. I force myself to quit fighting - to stop moving at all. The pinching and swatting cease, and the hands let go one by one - all except the one between my legs, which segues from slapping to stroking to exploring. I breathe in short, quiet gasps. Fingers slip into me, probing my folds, sliding over my hood and down to the bottom of my slit - I don't move or make a sound. Minutes are passing. My self-imposed inaction slows my racing heart and breathing despite the unwelcome touches. The fingers go. All is quiet and still, as if I chose to lie naked and exposed in the center of a crowd of strangers. Something touches between my legs. The head of a penis against my parted lower lips. Adrenaline screams through me. I shudder, trying to stay still. I can't! I surge up to leap away and scream hysterically. The hands return, clamping, restraining, punishing, more forcefully as I strain with all I have. My body - especially my breasts, and between my legs, must be red from the smacks and tweaks, and I am no more free than I started. I can bear it no more, and collapse on myself, inert. Again the torment stops, and one my one the hands let go. I sob silently two, three times, untouched, lying as I started, before the cockhead returns. It presses forward, entering me. Adrenaline screams through me. I shudder, trying to stay still. I... succeed. The penis fills me slowly, steadily, letting me feel the entirety of it's invasion, until its owner's pubic bone presses against me. I inhale raggedly, arms and legs free, eyes and mouth shut. I don't move. The penis withdraws most of the way and returns, once, and again, repeating, fucking. I don't move. Gentle hands caress my raw nipples and breasts, stroke my red belly, wipe away the tears leaking from my closed eyes. I don't move. 78. While we were waiting around before going into the show, one of the gang produced a joint. We all passed it around. I'd never smoked one before, but I certainly wasn't going to tell them that. I wasn't going to ruin my first invitation to join the inner clique by acting like a kid. I hardly coughed at all, and even held it in the longest, which seemed to impress them. The planetarium looked so strange when we went in - like a futuristic movie set, and when the lights went out it was the darkest dark I'd ever seen. Then the laser show started with a blast of Led Zeppelin, and I was _in_ the lights and music. It was my parent's my _grandparents'_ music, wild and free and beautiful. Sight and sound merged with me, and one psychedelic age song blended and morphed to the next. The Grateful Dead bathed the world cobalt as something - fingers? light? music? curled and stroked around breasts, rubbing them through my blouse. I turned, but could see only blue-black shapes flash-illuminated by strobe and laser burn. It felt OK. It felt good. It felt like the lights and music coming to touch me. Even so, my arms reached to brush it away, but they never made it, deflected by hands or some other obstacle. ** It's the music - it's the show - let yourself go into it. ** I told myself. Or did someone speak the words to me under the chords? The song and patterns changed - Pink Floyd - touching my knees, sliding under my skirt, upward over my thighs. The sound and music lifting me, parting my legs. It felt wonderful, which was a good thing, since I couldn't seem to make it stop, nor want it to. ** You like it. Let go. *** Yes, and ruby red streaks kissed my lips, a dark shape under the explosions of color, a wet tongue exploring my opening mouth. Jefferson Airplane brushed my midriff under my blouse with emerald laced geometry, insinuating under my bra. Jimi Hendrix in saffron explosions slipped under the waistband of my skirt and panties. ** Let go. ** The music the sound the lights Touching me.... 79. His hand lightly pulls the rope connecting the loops around my wrists to those around my neck, guiding me to raise my head, and lower my rear. His waiting cock is directly under my pussy, and it's thickness stretches me as I sink onto it, groaning. I hear a clicking sound and freeze. "What was that?" I ask quietly. "My camera," he says. "You look so hot fucking yourself on me, I have to have a picture. Come on. All the way down." The gentle but firm pull on the rope gives me little choice, and soon he is all the way in me. And then another click. I shudder, and feel my skin color and prickle with goosebumps of embarassment. "You like the idea, don't you. Having pictures. I was thinking of sharing them with some of my buds, showing them what a slut you are for me." "Oh, no! Please!" He guides me up, then slowly down onto him again, taking four or five pictures as I sink. Every click of the shutter sends shivers through me. "Oh, yes. I feel you. You're getting off on the idea of my drooling pals seeing you like this. Wanting you, whacking off to you being fucked. To you fucking yourself on my cock. Go on, fuck me." He lets go of the rope, and after the tiniest of hesitations, I start raising and lowering myself on him. God, it feels so good, so dirty. Every now and then, there's another click - It's like the button on the camera also triggers a something inside me, and I squeeze him inside each time it happens. I know he feels it. Little gasps and grunts excape me with each new picture, each record of my obeisance. I can feel my cheeks burn as I turn carefully to look back at him. "Oh, yeah. This turns you on. They all want to fuck you, you know. Every one of them. They'll want to even more when I show them these pictures." He takes a picture of my flushed, wide-eyed face, and I moan. I don't want them to see me like this. But... "They'll just go insane when they see the pictures of you cumming." I haven't stopped fucking him. I can't. The camera keeps clicking, pictures of my sopping and impaled pussy; pictures of my staring, lost face. Every shot is a shock that brings me closer to the edge... 80. My wrists were bound to each other above my head, and I was held fast to the padded table with belts around my forehead, neck, upper arms, and just under my breasts. My upper thighs, knees, and ankles were strapped to strudy, widely spread, stirrup-like rods - rendering me obscenely open in the empty white room. A rubber plug filled my mouth, connected to and covered by a leather gag, preventing all but the smallest souds from escaping me, no matter how I tried to scream. My exposed pussy faced a featureless door in the opposite wall, and it was the first thing the man and woman who entered saw and focused on. She was older, conservatively dressed, and strangely familiar, though I did't know from where. He was a stranger, tall, young, muscular - and completely naked. He was definitely an adult - his erect cock was bigger than any I'd seen before outside of snuck pornography. His face, however, had the blank expression of a simpleton. He listened to the woman's words while his eyes roved over my displayed body, and followed her instructions of where to go. She was telling him how the pretty girl (her hand stroked my side) wanted to play with him, and that the table and room were part of the game. She described, as if to a child, what he was supposed to do, and how much fun it would be for both of us. I tried to struggle - to scream - to shake my head to show her words were lies, but my motions were too restricted and my sounds too muffled. The woman translated them to him as my eagerness to play. He was definitely interested in both my body and what was happening to his as she gently grasped his shaft, pulling him between my legs as she smoothed lubricant on it. She guided him right to my pussy, stroking him as she positioned him at my entrance. Then she took his hands in hers and placed them on my belly, telling him to feel how soft and warm I was. How I was trembling because I liked his touch so much. He didn't even notice his cock slowly starting to press against my slit, but I certainly did. She told him my muffled protests were sounds of happiness. That he was playing the game just right and he should feel all the soft, warm parts of me. He smiled timidly, hands moving up to touch, then squeeze and play with my breasts, as his penis pushed harder. The cockhead popped into me, startling us both - almost scaring him. She soothed him and said it was alright - that it was part of the game. I panted through my nose. He was too big! Already I felt as if I were stretched too much. But she was asking if it felt nice, and he nodded shyly. She gently cupped his balls and urged him to continue to touch and play. He obeyed, pushing further into me as his hands ranged over my helpless body. Instinctively, he began rocking back and forth, forcing himself ever deeper into my protesting pussy. She encouraged him, telling him I liked it too, and wanted him to play more as I cried behind the gag. Just over half of his length was inside me when he froze. I felt him swell inside me and spastically jab forward another inch. A mix of confusion, pleasure and fear showed in his eyes as he throbbed and came inside me. He jerked and trembled, making tiny noises as the jets of semen sprayed into me, hands squeezing my breasts too hard. I howled in desperate but silenced protest. She had a hand on his back, as if to keep him from pulling out, cooing soothing words into his ear. She was flushed as well, clearly turned on by what she was orchestrating. The tableau held for ten, twenty ragged breaths as he emptied into me, then slowly began to go soft. She patted his chest, telling him how well he played and how proud she was of him. He was still confused, but obviously happy. She guided him to step back, and he finally slipped out, the hot flow pouring from me after his departure. She was talking to him now, but looking at me. She complimented him once more, and told him how much I wanted to play with him again. Whenever he wanted. Then she took his hand and led him out. My tears had not yet dried when they returned. ------ Nightmares and Visions by Monocle --------- Feedback to: monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com Other stories from Monocle can be found at: Web: https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/www/ ftp: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/Mares-All