Message-ID: <42632asstr$1053936605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [monocle_o@hotmail.com] From: "Monocle" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 26 May 2003 03:13:08.0532 (UTC) FILETIME=[BB5EA740:01C32334] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 03:13:08 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Nightmares and Visions 41-45 by Monocle (nc, various) X-Original-Subject: Nightmares and Visions 41-45 by Monocle nc, various Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 04:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 with e-mail virus protection service: 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus <1st attachment, "Mares_41-45.txt" begin> If you're under 18, this is not for you; skip or erase the file. Stay in school. Marry for love. Say no to drugs. The following is a work of fiction containing scenes of graphic sex of various kinds, most of which are nc, kinky, and/or downright weird. The actions depicted are not from or for real life. Content is my own (Monocle), copyright 2003, (as are the typos, and spelling & grammar errors). Any resemblance to persons or events living or dead or stories already written is purely coincidence. The reader is freeand 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 (41-45) by Monocle nc various caution Short vignettes and scenes. Most have the darker elements of nc, bond, etc. Feedback to: monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com Other stories from Monocle can be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/ ---------------------------------- Nightmares and Visions 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 inits 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 andcrotch. The unseen cameras following my every motion as I tried to find away 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 slipperyto 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 (41-45) by Monocle Feedback to: monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com Other stories from Monocle can be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/ <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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