Message-ID: <43808asstr$1060416605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [monocle_o@hotmail.com] From: "Monocle" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 09 Aug 2003 00:52:36.0535 (UTC) FILETIME=[867D4470:01C35E10] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 09 Aug 2003 00:52:36 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Nightmares and Visions 56-60 by Monocle nc various caution Date: Sat, 9 Aug 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: hecate, dennyw _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail <1st attachment, "Mares_56-60.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 (56-60) by Monocle nc various caution Short vignettes and scenes. Most have the darker elements of nc, bond, etc. =|;-{ Feedback to: monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com Other stories from Monocle can be found at: Web: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/www/ ftp: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/ ----------------------------------- Nightmares and Visions 56-60 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. ------------- 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 slidig 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 collaped 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 betewen 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 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 (56-60) by Monocle Feedback to: monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com Other stories from Monocle can be found at: Web: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/www/ ftp: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/ <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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