Message-ID: <42909asstr$1055481005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [monocle_o@hotmail.com] From: "Monocle" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 11 Jun 2003 02:25:30.0156 (UTC) FILETIME=[BA4116C0:01C32FC0] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2003 02:25:29 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Nightmares and Visions 46-50 by Monocle nc various caution Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2003 01:10:05 -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: dennyw, newsman _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail <1st attachment, "Mares_46-50.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 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 (46-50) 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: ftp: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/ web: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/www/ ----------------------------------- Nightmares and Visions 46-50 by Monocle Some time ago, I started receiving strange, short e-mails from anonymous addresses by parties unknown. I don't know who or what these people are, whether or not some or all are the same person. Most subjects read as "my nightmare" or "A dream I didn't tell to my husband" or "Vision Number 3". They start with little or no pre-amble, often don't really end. This marks the 50th piece in my collection. ------------- 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 un unwilling acknowledgement 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 (46-50) by Monocle Feedback to: monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com Other stories from Monocle can be found at: ftp: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/ web: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/www/ <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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