Eyes of Desire
Nightmare & Vision #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.

I was confused and frightened anew. How could I become Grandmother? There was only ever one. And she had always been there. Of course, part of me knew that couldn’t be true. The Grandmother was not the oldest of the People. But how? I whined questions, still feeling like a girl and not a Mother, alone and needing. The Grandmother was no comfort at the moment, her eyes were closed, her attention turned inward on whatever was happening inside her.

End

Offering
Nightmare & Vision #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…

(To Be Continued)

Rubber Men
Nightmare & Vision #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 sight, 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.

…lupus in fabula! We’re just in the middle of our klein reportage on Techno Luxury from Berlin and yesterday Monocle’s Monocolumn covered the new evolutions on the media scene.

Guess where do the news come from? Berlin!   Markus Albers reports…

November 22, 2009 — Berlin
Writer: Markus Albers

I’ve spent the past few days tucked away in a secret hideaway in the headquarters of the German publishing house Axel Springer, helping create what the company thinks could be the salvation of newspapers. I’m not allowed to tell you everything that’s been debated but I can tell about the outcome of all that work: today the company launches eMag – an electronic magazine that will be part of the Berlin-based national quality Sunday paper Welt am Sonntag.

Twelve stories have been enriched with animation, film and audio. Browsing feels as intuitive as turning pages on paper. But you can also watch the New York correspondent visit a party by artist Terence Koh and sit in the passenger’s seat of the new Ferrari 458 Italia as it roars along the Maranello test track. You can dive into elaborate interactive infographics explaining the Copenhagen Climate Conference or listen to the Bee Gees talk about their 50th anniversary.

This is not a newspaper anymore. But neither is it just a flash-website or web TV – although it includes those aspects. The eMag feels closer to those animated journals in the Harry Potter films. But perhaps more importantly it is also one of the first experiments with a paywall. Readers will have to fork out €1.50 to get those jumping and moving pages.

For years newspaper publishers have been lamenting sinking revenues but on their websites most of them still give away their articles for free. Many now consider this decision from the early days of the internet to have been a major error and one that must be corrected. Rupert Murdoch has announced that – following the example of his Wall Street Journal – all of his newspapers will charge for online-content next year.

In Germany Axel Springer has been the most vocal proponent of this new strategy. Unlike Murdoch it does not plan to charge for the electronic versions of existing papers. Rather it will launch innovative products, hoping to lure customers into downloading them onto computers and smartphones. In addition to today’s eMag there will be iPhone Apps from its tabloids Bild and BZ later in the year – you will also need to pay for these.

Fascinating as the new Welt am Sonntag product may be it raises fundamental questions about the self-image of journalists. How much will the role of writers change if their work is reduced to providing captions for animated graphics? If videos are the way to go, will future journalists be trained as TV hosts rather than investigative reporters? With production of electronic media so much more complex than printing ink on paper, will programmers soon be the new editors?

But the most pressing question of course is whether readers are ready to pay for content online at all – however it is dressed up. In an era of abundant information and where news is spread in real time via Twitter and social filters it’s something of an unknown. Still, experimenting in times of rapid change seems more sensible than complaining. The media world will watch with curiosity and even envy as Europe’s mayor publishing house releases today’s trial balloon.

Markus Albers is contributing editor based in Berlin

Photo: eMAG, Article: monocle

Danielle’s skin glowed an eerie blue-white, the natural appearance of her pale, almost-white complexion under black light. She intentionally heightened the effect with white-ish makeup and powders that would look pretty garish in the light of day. Her “New Wave” style eye shadow swept back from her eyes and glowed bright blue with her similarly colored lips below the brilliant yellow-gold of fluorescing platinum blond hair. The look was almost two decades retro, but on her it worked. To compliment the overall effect, this evening she wore the zebra-striped leather halter-top that exposed her trim midriff – no bra – and a tight matching mini that came down to her upper thigh.  A lucky guy might occasionally catch a glimpse of the white lace panties barely hidden by the skirt. Black and white lace up sandal-pumps covered her feet – the cris-crossing leather bands winding up her calves – continuing the zebra-stripe look down to her toes. The smooth, cool leather of her skimpy outfit felt great against her skin as she and her friends wound their way across the crowded floor to the center of the main dance area.

Danielle’s group was familiar with the local rave scene and geography. They’d been to more than they could remember, but this was definitely a new place for them, recommended by a friend of a friend. This party moved from week to week between buildings in the old warehouse district, a dead part of the port city near the defunct piers. The place was hard to find; the sounds and lights were muted and well contained until you were almost upon it. You either needed to hit it by accident, be directly involved, or be invited. Danielle’s friend Riku had secured such an invitation for herself and her girlfriends, but was close-lipped about from where or whom it came.

No rave series was ever overly publicized or long-lived, but each “production company” has its own mythology. This particular one had a reputation for safety, recreational drugs, and other decadences. Events generally cost dearly to get in, but ran almost until dawn, when Danielle and her friends would drive blearily home. Occasionally they’d lose one or two members of their group along the way, only to encounter them at school the next Monday to be regaled with a sometimes-explicit tale of adventure, usually with some hunk-of-the-week.

Tonight was Julia’s night to drive so as per usual she promised to stop drinking by midnight. When the four girls arrived, paid (30 bucks!), got stamped, and entered the unassuming warehouse, a wall of sound and light greeted the little group. The cavernous interior was decked out in lights and speakers, which would be removed quickly in the morning leaving little trace of party. Lots of production companies were rumored to have “agreements” with members of local law enforcement, allowing greater freedoms than otherwise might be expected.

A makeshift cash bar lined one wall, with all manners of potables available. Off to the side, another, smaller “bar” offered some of the more controlled substances – Ecstasy, pot, poppers, strange designer drugs – though none of the heavy stuff, which supposedly said something reassuring about both the organizers and the clientele. This area had a number of heavyset bouncer-types, probably moonlighting dockworkers from the surviving parts of the port. They looked like they would take poorly to belligerence or other acting up on the part of the patrons. More of the big fellows guarded a couple doors off the main dance floor. People going that way had to present some kind of card or ID to get past them.

Danielle and her friends had anticipated the availability of some substances at the rave, but not the veritable apothecary they were presented with. Emma always believed in playing it safe, however, and had procured some Ecstasy for them from her older brother’s buddies before they left. By the way the lights jumped about as they started dancing, Danielle suspected that their Ex must have had an extra kicker of something in it, but she didn’t worry too much – she felt happy and reasonably in control. Emma’s brother was wild (and kind of cute), but not crazy.

Danielle danced with her friends and with strangers. The warehouse was big, loud, and crowded with several hundred bodies, so it did not take long for the little group to disband and lose track of one another. This usually happened – they would eventually find each other again. Danielle paid little attention. She changed partners often, checking out the guys as unabashedly as they stared at her. Some she danced with, some she teased a little. Some she talked to, or rather yelled over the music to, and let buy her drinks. Danielle avoided the alcohol, but did need the occasional liquid refreshment, and, eventually a trip to the restroom.

The restrooms were a series of porta-johns hidden from the main dance area by a partially retracted floor-to-ceiling partition. A bare sink stood against the warehouse’s cinderblock wall for washing, with a once-polished steel plate above it for a mirror. As Danielle cleaned up she noticed a door off to the side, facing away from the main dancing area. It was slightly ajar and she could see pulsing light, coming though it. She went over to investigate and found, after passing down a short darkened corridor there was indeed another dance floor. Danielle realized it must be one of the ‘restricted’ areas, and decided to return to the main part of the warehouse, lest she get into trouble. Doubling back, she found that the door she had come through had fallen closed and locked. Probably supposed to have been shut the whole time, she thought.

Cursing to herself, Danielle resolved to make the best of it. She could probably get away with just acting like she belonged there. Stepping boldly out from the hallway, she was again enveloped by sound and light. This music had a grinding techno-industrial sound with base boosted so high she could feel the reverberations in her chest and abdomen. The music seemed to physically grab her, and Danielle almost couldn’t help but get caught in the beat and start dancing.

Though slightly smaller in area, the floor of this section of the warehouse was just as crowded with gyrating bodies as the main section. The mix here was different, however – most in the room were male. The women scattered throughout were generally the centers of attention and dancing activity, switching partners often, or dancing in close groups. Danielle herself quickly attracted a small band of partners, and soon forgot about everything for a while as she danced among them. Their attention pleased her, and she found herself putting on a bit of a show, flirting with several guys at once.

The lighting here showed off Danielle’s body and outfit perfectly. The primary illumination was black light and garishly reflecting fluorescent paint. Bright strobes would flash at odd times with the booming music, changing the fluid motion of the dancing mob into jerky, unreal movie motion.

Danielle moved to the evolving beats further into the area, carried by the current of weaving bodies. She returned quite a few appreciative stares with looks of her own. She added more sway to her hips and adopted more sultry stylings to her movements as she brushed into another circle ogling young men. After some time circulating, she caught the glance of an attractive guy maybe a few years older than herself. They kept eye contact as they maneuvered toward one another, magnetically drawn by well-matched rhythms and styles. His flaring Day-Glo tie-dye shirt and shorts showed a stark contrast in dress to her sleek, animal theme, but that seemed appropriate to her.

They converged and started dancing close. Danielle felt a warm congeniality to the fellows around her, but a special connection to this new partner. She lost her sense of time as the music flowed through a number of well-blended tracks. She and her starburst-dressed partner moved closer, gyrating, touching, twirling, holding and releasing. Danielle felt herself getting quite turned on. This turn of events was not too out of the ordinary for her, she’d left her share of raves early on the arm of a new guy (and would never forget the time in that barn hayloft), but this felt a bit different, a little more primitive or base. Perhaps it was the guy – his strong hands often ‘accidentally’ brushed her breasts or thighs. Perhaps it is the small crowd of guys dancing around them, watching them. Perhaps it was something else.

After not too much thought, Danielle decided she didn’t care, and went with it. She moved in to her partner and snaked her arms around his waist and back. He reciprocated; one arm coming around her shoulders, the other cupping and rubbing her ass through her skirt. She sighed and pressed into his hard body, peeking out over his shoulder as they turned and moved.

Across the floor Danielle’s gaze passed over several other girls, each the center of attention of their own groups. First she saw a brunette in black leather halter and hotpants bumped and ground with two or three guys in the center of a larger circle. But then different and strange scenes caught her eyes…

Beyond the brunette, she made out a blazing redhead undulating in front of one partner – her back to his chest, and her butt pushed back and rubbing against his hips. As Danielle watched, the guy behind the redhead brought his hands up from her waist, raised her tight white T-shirt, and exposed her bra-less tits, which he immediately cupped and started fondling. As Danielle stared, a hand emerged from the surrounding bodies and traced up her right leg, disappearing under her glowing plaid miniskirt –

Bodies blocked the scene, and after trying to peer through them, Danielle’ gaze moved on to a thin Asian girl with short, razor straight jet-black hair. She was in a kind of line dance with two guys. Her hands were low, her partners’ high. It seemed like she was groping or fondling the crotches of the partners in front and back. Danielle couldn’t be sure, but she though that one of them actually had his dick exposed, and the girl was gripping and pulling it with one of her hands while rubbing the other guy through his pants –

Danielle’s partner whirled her around almost 180 degrees and after a dizzy second or two her eyes settled on yet another curvy girl, barely visible through a mass of bodies. Danielle caught the glint of sweat off her dark skin. The girl seemed nude, on hands and knees on some kind of elevated platform. More people drifted out of the way and Danielle gasped as she made out the rest – The girl _was_ naked! And she was giving a blowjob to a skinny white guy in front of her while a broad-shouldered black man was clearly screwing her from behind!

Danielle’s eyes widened in shock at each progressive scene, but then she was distracted by a strange touch on her thigh. She had not noticed it with all the bumping and holding, but now she realized her skirt had been gradually raised, exposing her panties, which glowed bright in the black light. With a flush of embarrassment she pulled her skirt hem down and straightened herself out. As she moved someone from behind grabbed her panties and easily popped the thin string that held them to her hips, quickly ripping them off as she drew her skirt back down. The snap of the panty strings went unnoticed, lost in her other movements and the general distraction of the musical cacophony. Danielle’s slightly misfiring senses failed to warn of her missing protective layer. Though she didn’t particularly sense the absence of the flimsy cloth, she did suddenly feel oddly more exposed – despite the fact she’d just covered herself up. Perhaps it was a reaction to the boldness exhibited by a stranger exposing her like that. It was a little disconcerting, but, mixed with what she’d just seen, also had the effect of turning her on still more.

Her tie-dye partner still held her waist, dancing as if nothing at all had happened. Danielle began to feel a little overwhelmed, even for her. The driving music and lights played with her buzzed senses, starting to confuse her. She needed to pause, collect herself, and regain control that might be slipping. Reluctantly, she pulled away from her partner, who had begun brushing his hands up her sides and breasts in a most delicious way, and began to weave her way toward the one visible exit. On her way, though, she tripped over a loose sneaker on the floor and almost stumbled into another guy. He was tall and muscular, wearing tight white biker shorts and no shirt. He spun inward, grabbed Danielle by the waist, whirled them both around, and then began to dance. Danielle, momentarily overcome by dizziness, held onto his taut body for support. Soon though, the feel of him and the ever-present, penetrating music distracted her once again and she grooved.

They danced dirty, grinding up against each other, and Danielle smiled as the bulge in her partner’s tight shorts grew noticeably larger. Her own inner heat was increasing as well, though she paid it little mind. The tingles she felt as her skin rubbed against its leather confines blended with the vibrating air. When his leg ground between hers, it almost felt as if the Lycra shorts rubbed right up against her pussy…

Danielle let her gaze drift again, scanning over the crowd seeking the sights she had seen before. She couldn’t find that first brunette, but she did see the redhead. A nude man now held her upside-down, her hair trailing almost to the floor. Her shirt was off and her plaid skirt was bundled around her waist. The pair stood locked in a sort of standing 69; her dangling head bobbed back and forth, sucking on the cock the owner of which held her exposed muff to his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she repeatedly swallowed his tool. His arms held her middle as he plied her slit with his tongue. He still danced, thrusting into her mouth as he moved, her legs flailing and kicking around his head.

Danielle almost couldn’t take her eyes off the scene, and when she finally looked away, her gaze immediately found a tall black girl she hadn’t seen before. The dark beauty leaned against a wall of the room, silhouetted against a glowing graffiti design, doing a standing split. Her left leg stretched straight up and back against the wall as a beefy jock fucked her standing up.

Danielle found the platform she’d seen before. The Asian waif – and the brunette she had first seen were now both unclothed, kissing and fondling each other’s breasts on the raised stand – really a table with a heap of packing blankets on top. The brunette was on her back, being fucked by a guy missionary style, the Asian was on all fours over her, being poled from behind doggy-style by a mustachioed man wearing the top half of a tuxedo, complete with top-hat, but without pants. When her head came up, eyes clenched shut and mouth open in unmistakable passion; Danielle realized with a shock that it was her friend Riku!

Danielle didn’t know what was going on, or what to think or do at this point. And she didn’t get much further chance to think about anything, either. Her dance partner, who had let her go for a moment while she stared at her friend’s orgiastic scene, now firmly grabbed her waist again.

She turned to look back at him and gasped. His tight pants were now off. He moved toward her with the music, nude but for his shoes, sporting a large, upward curving erection. Before she could protest, He lifted her easily from the floor, pulling her up and over to him. Momentarily shocked into immobility, she could only stare wide-eyed at him as he lowered her, sliding her bare stomach down his smooth, sweaty chest. She felt the hard cock brush against her inner thighs, under her mini. The hot meat slid up between her legs… just into her wet slit. Danielle startled and blinked as she felt the heat and smoothness at her pussy entrance, realizing finally that somehow her panties were gone. She grabbed and pushed at the shoulders of her partner and started kicking her legs, but he wasn’t paying attention. Fraction by fraction, in time to the beat of the music, he slowly lowered her on to him. His cock rose centimeter by centimeter into her tight, ready cunt.

Alarm fighting arousal, Danielle’s rational mind warred with the natural and artificial stimulants in her system. It shouldn’t be happening, but… it felt sooo good! Her eyes lost focus and her attention turned inward as she felt herself flower open and sink down around the hard pole. Her mind churned in turmoil and her head shook in refusal, but her body reacted on its own. Her legs gradually spread apart. As her feet touched the ground again, she found herself dancing to the rhythm, humping against the fully embedded cock.

Her anxiety faded, or rather was drowned out, as Danielle lost herself in sensation. Her miniskirt hid her privates, if just barely, and one would have to look from the right angle to see that the guy in front of her had his cock buried in her to the balls. The fact he stood there, naked with bent knees in front of her was pretty much a giveaway, though. Danielle surprised herself with how little she seemed to care now. The throbbing of the cock inside her seemed like a natural extension of the music, penetrating her just as deeply and insistently. Her partner’s thick pubic hair tickled her clit as they ground together, exciting her even more. Danielle knew she was the center of some considerable attention, but nevertheless felt strangely anonymous. The crowd around her didn’t see her; they saw a glowing zebra-girl straddling a nearly naked hunk. She couldn’t help but giggle at the thought, then gasped as the cock twitched and bored into her again. She looked into her sudden-lover’s eyes, and the unbridled lust in them melted her. Her moan was swallowed by the waves of sound crashing around them and she writhed against and around him, her inner muscles clutching his member in a spine-tingling rush. The strobes flashed and she closed her eyes.

Some immeasurable time later, Danielle felt herself nearing climax. By now she was holding tight to her partner, and whatever dancing they were doing took second seat to out-and-out stand-up fucking. Taking deeper and deeper breaths, she opened her eyes and looked, dazed, over her partner’s shoulder, catching sight of the black girl, still in the splits, being fucked earnestly. Two new guys had appeared and were each devouring a dark breast.

Then, Danielle she felt her partner lifting her skirt, uncovering her behind while still dancing and rocking his cock into her. She dug her nails into his shoulders. She was on the edge, small mewing sounds escaping her throat with every breath, the telltale lightness in her belly presaging her most intense of orgasms. She felt him grasp and spread her asscheeks, and then gasped as a wet finger poked into her rear end. Danielle jumped and cried out, but had nowhere to go as the finger slid slowly in, past her squeezing anal muscles. The finger worked her as she squirmed and whined in the grip of her partner. The new, unwelcome touch staved off her approaching climax, though the churning in her belly only increased with this dirtiest of erotic sensations. After a probing that pulled at and stretched her resisting sphincter, the finger departed. A second later, however, a thin, long, wet cock replaced it. It prodded her asshole once, then pushed, beat by beat into her spread rear.

Danielle had had her share of sex in her young life, but she’d never taken anything up the ass. She screamed. The breaking glass, car wreck music completely drowned her out, however. Slowly, agonizingly, the cock stuffed her rear passage full. Her flailing arms couldn’t find purchase on her partners’ sweaty skin; her legs and knees were forced to bend with the dancing beat as the two cocks burrowed deeper into her. Hands snaked around from behind to grab her tits and pinch her hard nipples through her leather top. Then, the hot stomach of the unseen guy behind her pressed into her ass and lower back, sandwiching her body tight between the two males. Two hard cocks throbbed and twitched in her body, one deep in her pussy, one just as far in her virgin ass. She realized she had taken all of both of them inside her. With her nerves too overtaxed to distinguish between pain and pleasure, her inner muscles spasmed erratically. Finally, the delayed explosion took her and she came.

The orgasm that shook her was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was wracking, almost violent. She felt simultaneously invincible and helpless. She recoiled at being taken so completely against her will, at the same time utterly surrendering to the feelings of the moment. She quaked in fear, and flowed with languid sensuality. She felt full. So full! Her inner muscles contracted frantically around the two cocks over and over again as she cried out into the noise of the dance floor. Each convulsion drew her deeper into a fugue of total climax, lifting her and drawing her down until she could no longer distinguish herself from the sound from the sensations…

Danielle slowly floated down from her ecstatic fog. Her ears buzzed with more than the blaring music around her. In the afterglow, her head cleared somewhat, and her senses returned to her bit by bit. Her earlier buried anxieties flooded back with a vengeance. She felt movement around her – and inside her! – and a new wave of fear hit her. She started protesting and pushing against the guys pressed in against her. Pushing away from the one in front meant pressing back onto the guy now fucking quickly in and out of her ass, and attempts to escape the rear assault only ground her against the cock sawing in and out of her pussy. Neither of them was going to be stopped now. As high as she’d been only moments before, now a wave of lust- and drug-magnified horror now threatened to consume her.

Suddenly, the guy in front of her tensed and with a hard jerk shoved deeply into her pussy and came. For a second she stared wildly into his animal-slitted eyes, then Danielle howled despondently as she felt the cock throb and pump its hot flood of semen into her. Thoughts shot through her mind in time to jetting cock: The unusual aftertaste of the Ecstasy pill… The look in his eyes as he had lowered her onto his cock… The “emergency condoms” in Julia’s glove compartment… The orgiastic scenes starring other girls, one of them a friend of hers… The feeling of her ass being entered for the first time… Her cycle calendar… When was she due next?

She felt him relax, finally allowing Danielle to weakly shove him away. He slid wetly out of her, followed by an outpouring of spunk from her streaming down her legs. The reaction pushed her back into the guy doing her rear. The unseen man behind her had her top pushed up over her breasts now and was squeezing and pinching them, using them for leverage as he drove relentlessly up her butt while he nuzzled her neck with his mouth and nose. She thought her ass should be screaming in pain, but it wasn’t. It was uncomfortable… No, that wasn’t it either. It was very strange though. She couldn’t think that it actually felt good, could she?

Danielle tried to pull away, but then felt new, strong hands on her thighs pulling them further open from below. They forced her to bow her legs, simultaneously making her ass more accessible and spreading open her cum-dripping pussy. A male face appeared below her between her legs as the hands pushed the rest of her skirt above her waist, exposing her glowing blonde pubic hair and creamy cunt. His grip changed, allowing him to hang from her now widely spread thighs. The new weight pulled her down and opened her up still more as he raised his face up to her pussy and started madly licking and slurping away at her. The guy in her rear picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster, forcing grunts from her each time his body slapped up against her buttocks.

Danielle grabbed and pulled the hair of her fellatist, but he didn’t budge. Despite everything, it felt incredible. The guy below her had a very talented tongue, and the shaft pounding in and out of her ass had, at some uncertain point, begun to feel good, then very good, even if disgustingly perverse. The palpable force of the music drove the little knot of three bodies on. The guy eating Danielle didn’t seem to care one bit about the copious spunk leaking out of her. And his agile tongue felt a kilometer long inside her. Her hips started swaying and grinding again as he alternately teased her clit and fucked her pussy with his prehensile tongue. She moaned and felt herself falling into the sex again, despite a now deep-seated sense that something was very wrong.

Without warning, the guy in her ass plowed all the way into her and came, shoving her suddenly forward onto that long tongue. Danielle climaxed again almost in surprise as she felt hot spunk shoot up into her guts. Her second cum was milder than the first fireworks, but she still throbbed and shivered as it took her. Almost as soon as he was finished, her ass-deflowerer popped is deflating cock out of her and disappeared. She’d never know who it was who took her anal cherry. She didn’t have time to dwell on that or take any other stock, though since with his sudden departure, she lost her balance and staggered backwards, half tripping over the guy tonguing her as she slipped from the grip of his hands and lips.

A devastatingly handsome black man caught her fall. Without preamble, he kissed her deeply while gently lowering her to a sitting position on an old padded office divider or room partition, which was propped up at an angle to the floor. Still locked with her lips, he moved around and over her, sliding his hands down her breasts, sides and legs. He wrapped his large hands around her ankles and spread her legs apart, bending her knees, then moved towards her and sank his ebony shaft slowly and completely into her without once breaking the kiss. As his thick cock filled her and his hands bent and parted her legs, he pressed his kiss forward, forcing her to lie back on the reclined partition. Danielle’s eyes flashed open and then dimmed. A blur of confused thoughts raced through her mind: a faint, earnest inner voice telling her to run…pajama party stories about black boys…where were her friends?…the girl in her class that had a baby last year…Oh God!…the big dick moving into and into and into her…

The urge to struggle free died as the fat cock slid fully home in her pussy. She flexed her hips and spread herself wider for him. Her new dark lover began to fuck her, sliding his tool almost completely out with one beat, and all the way in with the next. The dance rhythm was now loud and deep – like thunder, or a giant heartbeat. The sound and the fucking were both slow and powerful. After a while, he broke their kiss and looked down at her. Close-cropped hair glowed green from a dye job over a face so black she could see it only by the background it blocked out. The glowing whites of his eyes and Cheshire-cat-grinning teeth filled the dark shape of his head.  Then that disappeared too as he lowered his face to suck and tease her nipples, first one, then the other, then back to the first. Danielle arched her back and let her head sink as her hips moved by themselves to meet his pumping cock. He was uncircumcised, she realized. His foreskin moved with a different sliding sensation inside her. The strange new feelings made her shiver. She no longer cared where she was, as long as whatever was happening to her didn’t stop.

A fleshy shaft brushed her cheek from above and behind. The partition she was lying on ended at her neck, and her head had been dangling over the edge, lolling back and forth to her lover’s rhythm. Bent back as she was, she was at the perfect height and angle. Danielle shook her head and turned away wanting to stay focused on the feelings in her breasts and pussy, but the cock’s owner grabbed her hair and yanked, filling her mouth with more hard meat as she opened it in protest. Her hands moved to his abdomen to push him away, but he just grabbed her wrists and held them to his hips.

The two men screwed Danielle from both ends. The cock in her pussy was fat and long, stretching and rubbing her sensitive flesh into yet another frenzy of lust. The guy in her mouth was not too large, and she decided that getting him off quickly might be the best thing, so she began to suck him with some enthusiasm as the attention being paid her pussy and tits forced muffled moans from her. From her inverted position, she could watch a pair of hairy balls approaching and receding in time to the sliding of the penis in her mouth. Beyond them, through his legs, she spied a heavy-breasted blond taking five guys at once – one in each of her openings and one in each hand. Two more guys sucked at her tits like starving babies. Danielle stared at the sight as the gentle breast-licking of her dark lover was joined by coarser gropes, pinches, and caresses from the guy in her mouth. Finally she felt but could not see the black stiffen, swell inside her and cum. She shuddered as she felt more jism shoot deep into her. For a few seconds, as his cock throbbed and sperm jetted, she felt as utterly defenseless and vulnerable as she truly was. The pulsing heat filling her snatch triggered her third orgasm. A sharp twinge of barely suppressed fear rode hot just underneath her climax as her body milked the surging cock of its last drops. Her body shook and jerked as she crossed her own peak, and she sucked hard on the cock in her mouth, willing it to come, too.

Her black lover withdrew, unseen, from her still-clutching pussy only to be replaced immediately by another. This prick was fat but short, dragging and rasping her clit with each thrust. Four hands now manipulated her breasts, the rougher handling eliciting gasps and grunts from her stuffed mouth. The guy fucking her face finally couldn’t hold it anymore and spurted, shoving fully down her throat as he did. This took Danielle by surprise, and she swallowed out of survival instinct, gagging and coughing as he pulled out and vanished into the crowd. Danielle snapped her head up to see who was inside her now. It was a chubby jock she actually recognized from school, though she couldn’t remember his name. His eyes were closed, concentrating on his fucking. The big lug rutted for a minute with Danielle passive under him. He quickly came inside her and left, never once looking her in the face.

In a momentary lull, Danielle sat up and looked around, trying to clear the cobwebs from her mind. Everyone in the room was now either naked or nearly so, and everywhere she turned, she witnessed new orgiastic scenes of debauchery. She caught a glimpse of the first girl she had seen – the brunette. The garish lighting reflected wetly off her sweat- and cum-covered body as she straddled an unseen guy. The girl had a vacant look in her eyes, mouth open, crying out, body shaking in orgasm, stomach muscles tightening with each spasm. Danielle’s own hand drifted unconsciously to her soaked bush and cum-leaking pussy, gently massaging her puffy, almost-sore labia. She marveled with strange detachment at the quantity of spunk slowly trickling out of her. Her stomach fluttered and she shook her head. She didn’t want to think about that right now. It was time to leave, clear her head, and figure out what had happened.

Hands grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her up the partition till her ass hung over the edge. A cock pushed up into her pussy from behind – thin but very long. This one touched and tickled the very end of her passage as it pushed all the way in. A hand snaked around her waist and hip to quickly frig her slit and clit, ignoring her own hands as they tried to pull it away from her. The abrupt actions tore her from her quiet musings. The sensations were sharp, mechanical, impersonal, and almost too rough, but they were at the same time insistent, expert, and in the end, utterly effective. Danielle’s resolve to leave weakened as her hips began to buck, and her trepidation rose again and then faded as the overpowering sexual buzz returned to claim her. In a few short minutes, Danielle came abruptly from the manipulation, whining and gulping air as her hands gripped the edge of the partition.

She then felt herself pulled further back so that only her calves rested on the partition, the long cock still buried in her shuddering pussy. Hands reached up from under her and parted her legs as a studly, gorgeous guy stood up in between them. She recognized him. It was her tie-dye partner! – The one she had seemed to connect with earlier. He was nearly naked now, clad only in sneakers and tight underwear – also blazingly tie-dyed. His balls and fully erect cock poked through the underwear’s crotch-hole, pointing at her, a bright yellow and green explosion pattern framing the turgid shaft. The two guys took hold of her by her waist and under her arms. The unseen one behind her pulled out of her cunt and sat down on something behind him – some ledge or high chair. The pair then lowered Danielle back onto his rod, the blunt head nuzzling into and then penetrating her ass as they pulled her down onto it. She gasped for breath, but put up no resistance, staring deeply, lustily into her reclaimed partner’s eyes. She felt like part of the music, like part of the dance floor, like part of the two men. Like the sound, she was going to surround and envelop them. It suddenly seemed only right.

They settled her ass fully onto the one cock, until she was mostly sitting on the guy’s lap. This one was much deeper in her than the first cock in her rear had been. It was momentarily uncomfortable, but she accommodated more rapidly than she would have believed. The guy in front took his cock in one fist, aimed it at Danielle’s spread, open pussy, and drove forward. She gasped as it went in and in and in. It was the biggest thing she had taken inside her so far. It filled her completely – squeezing out her own juices and those that had been deposited in her by others, until it bumped into the end of her passage with a thump she thought she could hear. Danielle’s mind finally shut down, banishing the echoes of alarm and anxiety to a vanishing corner. Her body went completely limp, and she gave herself totally to the sensation. A combination of lifting, sinking, rolling movements ensued, filling and emptying her entire body. The two cocks plowed in and out of her – sometimes one out while the other in, sometimes both filling her together making her wince. Air was forced out of her lungs when both their bodies slapped up against hers. Her rippling inner muscles worked automatically, squeezing the intruders, adding to her own pleasure.

The guy in her ass came in a few grinding minutes, and Danielle moaned softly as the increasingly familiar liquid feeling spread up her gut. After another minute, her tie-dye stud pulled her up off that deflating cock and more fully onto his own. Now she held onto him for dear life. He cupped her buttocks in his strong hands and danced away from their location, pumping her up and down on his pole as he moved across the floor. Danielle locked her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his upper back. Sometimes he pushed Danielle’s body up and let gravity drag her hungry pussy back down onto him, sometimes he changed his grip and literally picked her up and shoved her down on his cock. Each time the he bottomed out inside her, she let out a little yelp. She nuzzled into his bare, smooth chest as if to hide, the fucking overwhelming her once again. She rose again and started cumming with continuous spastic contractions – her cunt constricting around his shaft over and over as she sank down on it again and again. This time she couldn’t seem to stop – her orgasm only continued and intensified. Danielle sank deeper onto the raging cock as she milked it, cumming and cumming with the music, with the dance, with all the boys… The penis felt like it was spearing up into her stomach, her throat… She felt him swell and explode against the entrance to her womb and still she came. The strobe lights kicked on and everything dissolved into flashes. His grip on her loosened and she fell back away from him into a lightning storm…

Danielle’s awareness surfaced sporadically from then on…

…Tongues licked all over her – up her twat, her ass, on her breasts, in her mouth…

…A thin cock slid down her throat while the rigid pole she sat on geysered up her ass…

…Fucked in front and back again, lying back on the one in her ass (the same one?) while staring up at the grinning Indian boy sliding in and out her pussy…

…Lying on blankets or clothes, the taste of a cum-drenched pussy at her lips and female hands and mouth on her pussy and clit while another rod fucked her…

…On hands and knees, two cocks slamming back and forth in her mouth and pussy. One in, the other out, feeling like they were connected completely through her. Back and forth until the both shoved all the way in and filled her belly with white froth…

…Every second was a blue-white haze, a driving beat, and an interminable cum. Fuck by fuck, throb by throb, the universe swirled and faded into a black-light buzz…

***

Danielle woke up sore and alone in a corner of the quiet warehouse. It was a bright, late morning. An old coat had been draped over her where she lay on the pile of packing blankets. She looked around. There was no sign remaining that there had ever been a rave in this place, everything was taken down. The warehouse looked as derelict as it ever had.

Danielle assessed her situation. Under the coat, she found her clothing was still disheveled and pushed back to expose everything. Her panties were missing and, she presumed, unrecoverable. Her raw pussy and ass were coated with and still flowing with the spunk of untold boys. She tasted it on her lips. Though sweat- and cum-soaked, her outfit was at least still complete and reasonably serviceable. Upon looking around, she found the place nearly deserted. A few individuals were sacked out in various corners, none of them the friends she came with. She presumed they’d left without her.

Danielle collected herself, arranged her clothes as best she could and walked gingerly, a bit bowlegged, towards the one remaining porta-john. Her pussy and ass felt sore, yet liquid, and she felt various fluids ooze slowly out of her and down her thighs as she walked. Thank goodness the lavatory was still relatively clean inside. It took her a while to clean up. Above the sink in the warehouse wall, the warped mirror showed her makeup had given up the ghost, but she did her best to remove the worst of it. She headed for the exit, mind slowly spinning. She wondered, among other things, how she’d get home.

As she approached the open door, she saw a sleeping couple off to one side. The small girl lay on top of a massive black guy. A stained blanket had been thrown over them, but it covered them poorly. Danielle saw the girl’s thin, shapely legs straddling the prone man’s trunk-like middle. Her pale, round rear-end rested slightly upturned. Underneath, his cock – fat and hard even in slumber – buried itself deep in her stretched snatch. One of his hands rested possessively on her blanketed back. Her head rested in the tight curls of his chest hair, a small smile on her lips. Danielle stopped – it was Riku. She was messy looking, short hair matted with sweat and cum, makeup smeared. Even so, she looked strangely pretty, sensual even, Danielle thought. Had Riku found the room the same way she had? Had she known about it all along and gone in intentionally? Danielle wanted to ask her so many things. Both Riku and her partner seemed to be in deep sleep, and in the end Danielle couldn’t bring herself to wake her friend, much less ask her questions, just now.

She blinked in the brightness as she left the building. She thought about how awful she must look in the light of day. She didn’t notice the bouncer-dockworker type lounging near the entrance until he he’d walked right up in front of her, holding out a plastic card with the techno-symbol logo of the rave production company printed on it.

“Free admission any time you want. Bring a friend or three. There’s a couple cabs around the corner two docks up.” He pointed it out to her. “You need fare?”

Danielle looked at him blankly for a moment before putting meaning to the words. She remembered putting her purse in Julia’s trunk last night. She nodded. The man handed her a folded up 20.

“Hellova show, missy. You come back, y’hear?” He smiled, winked at her and strolled off.

Three cabs were waiting where he said they’d be. Danielle fell into one, mumbled her address, and then leaned back in the seat. She unfolded the 20 to pay, and realized it was wrapped around more paper. Eyes wide, she separated out a real one thousand-dollar bill – and a short note on white paper.

“Great debut! We hope you will continue to party and partner with us in the future. With your talent, the mutual rewards will only increase.” The note was signed with a hand drawn version of the logo, below which were a time and address in the warehouse district – next week’s rave.

Danielle headed home, still a little dazed, turning the plastic card in her hand. She needed to talk to Riku.

Watcher’s Mail
Nightmare & Vision #94

On Monday, the pictures in the unmarked envelope showed me through my kitchen window. Eating breakfast, drinking coffee, talking on the phone, e-mailing. I live on the 27th floor, the nearest apartment building as tall several blocks away.

On Tuesday, the envelope had images of me through my living room patio window. Watching TV, talking with a girlfriend, reading on the couch, and walking through by the back wall. It was like they were taken from the balcony itself. My apartment faces south. Why would I close my curtains and miss all the sunlight?

On Wednesday, they were pictures of me in my bedroom. Reading in bed, stretching in the morning. Checking my hair in the mirror before going out to work. Sleeping. The different clothes and hairstyles said the pictures had been accumulated over most of a year. I closed the shades and curtains on all my windows.

On Thursday, my trembling hands shuffled through a set of close-ups of my face. They were portrait quality, all clearly through one of my windows. They showed me in all moods, serious, laughing, angry. Several had me looking seemingly right at the camera – catching me watching the city from my window or balcony.

On Friday I almost threw the envelope away without opening it when I saw it in my mailbox. But I did. I was semi-nude or naked in every single picture. Coming out of the shower, changing clothes, reading naked n my bed, lounging on my sofa decadently eating a box of chocolates (I remember that night). Grabbing a midnight snack by the glow of the refrigerator. Unselfconscious positions and traipsing around the privacy of my own perched home. To a one, the pictures were well composed, flattering, even beautiful. But I didn’t sleep well that night.

Saturday, today… I loitered out in the mailroom, not meeting anyone’s gaze until the mail was delivered box after box. I had mine open and snatched the bundle as it slid in, rushing back to my apartment. I tore it open after locking the door, my worst fears realized. A pornographic portfolio, starring me in every frame. Touching myself in the mirror, masturbating under my blanket, playing with my one toy on top of my sheets. Fucking my spring fling in the living room. Being eaten out by my blind date on my kitchen table two months ago, the men’s faces off camera or cropped out. Then – a close-up of my face in orgasm. Another, in the dimness of a nighttime reading light, my ecstasy crystal clear. Image after image selected, artistically cropped, focused to zero in on the erotic. I’m a completely normal, single, working woman, but in this envelope I was a nymphomaniac, a slut, or worse.

Now, shaking, I stand up from where I’d been looking at the pictures on my bed. Photographs litter my bedroom floor and shelves. I turn off my lights, and open the curtains on my picture window. The city spread out before me on a Saturday afternoon. Several buildings as tall or taller than mine line the city streets in my view. I back to the far end of my room. Still a handful of towers in sight. Dozens of distant windows face me.

I should close my curtain and keep it that way forever. I stare out at cityscape. Behind one of those windows, right now, a camera lens is watching me. I know it. I should call the police. The afternoon stretches to evening, and blue fades to orange in the sky. I should leave my apartment right now, and never return. Instead, standing in the back of my bedroom, looking intently out my window at the glowing panes across the city, I loosen my dress and let it fall to the floor.

(Start at the Beginning)
(Part 3)

“…”

“lore”

” Lorelei!”

Colin’s frantic voice impinged on her dreamless sleep. She was being shaken awake.

“LORELEI!”

“Www.. what? Colin, wha-?”

Confusion cleared rapidly. Memory crashed on her and her eyes flew open. He was hovering over her, dripping wet, a look of concern on his face.

“Colin? How did you get here?”

“Same way you did. But I did it on purpose. And less gracefully.” Lorelei saw the scraped bruise on his forehead and reached up to touch his face. Then she froze and looked down, squeaking. She was covered – barely – draped by her own clothes. She looked back to Colin and saw a blush that must have matched hers.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I woke up hearing you screaming through the hole. You didn’t answer me back… and then I saw this weird light coming up…” He looked away. “I was scared. I hesitated too long before I could make myself go in. I couldn’t stop it.”

“Did you… see?” Lorelei would have been mortified, before. Now she wasn’t sure.

“Some. The end. The… rocks. They wouldn’t let me into the chamber. They knocked my hammer out of my hand. I wanted to help! I tried… I tried! And then the light got too bright and everything started shaking. Next thing I know, you were lying there half in the water next to that center formation. Lorelei…” Worry and guilt lined his face. She reached up again.

“Shh. It’s OK. I’m OK.” And she was. She felt… fine. Alive. She was tired, but comfortable. “I can’t explain it, but whatever it was, it’s over, and I’m all right. I think something happened.”

Colin’s eyes widened. “Uh, Yeah. I know something happened!”

“No,” she smiled. “I mean something… was accomplished. I don’t know. It feels like I did something important somehow.” She couldn’t describe the satisfaction she felt. Not without sounding perverse, anyway. Colin didn’t have an answer for that, it seemed.

“Um… Are you OK Colin, your head…” she reached up to his bruise.

He winced a little and stopped her hand with his. “Yeah. I’m alright. No concussion, I’m pretty sure. Um… you know, I don’t think you had those before.”

Colin gestured to her wrists. Lorelei looked down to see a stone bracelet around each one. They looked like seamless limestone, and also like they had been formed in place around the narrowest part of her wrist. They wouldn’t slide off easily, if at all. Lorelei also realized that two similar stone rings encircled her ankles. Little reminders of the stone columns that had imprisoned them? Was there other meaning there?

“No. I don’t think I did.”

“…You want me to help you back up to the lip-thing over there? Get you out of the water?” He kept holding her hand.

“Mmmm. In a minute.”

It took longer than a minute. Lorelei dozed for a while, and Colin settled himself next to her, never letting go of her hand. When she awoke again, he did help her to the ledge – he being far more uncomfortable with her nudity than she was, which surprised her again. But she had refused to put on her soaked clothes, and Colin became the first boy to ever see her naked. He spent most of that time trying not to look and failing, especially when he had to partly support her up the last slope. ‘He’s so sweet’, she thought catching a peek of him catching a peek, ‘He’s blushing almost like the chamber was…’

He’d turned his back out of respect as she finally fished dry clothes out of their plastic protection and sloshed carefully around the upper chamber as she dressed.

She was about to ask what he’d brought with him if they had to wait together now when he came slipping and sliding back rapidly through the shallow pool.

“Lore! Hey! The earthquake thing opened a passage. And.. and I think it goes all the way out!”

And it did. Reflected sunlight bounced its way down a long, but pretty direct route out. An hour’s hard scramble later, Lorelei and Colin stepped into the open air.

They got their bearings and found they were probably, amazingly, only another hour’s hike from the cave entrance. It was mid-morning, and they wondered if they could beat the rest of the group back to their vehicles – maybe head off the rescue party.

They set off, munching on granola bars. Lorelei did her best to describe what had happened to Colin, leaving out most of the intimate details, though he’d seen enough of those. They speculated on whatever it could have been in that cavern, and talked about what they would say about it. Was it safe for others?

The topped a barren hill at about the halfway point and paused. And stared. The Deadlands lay all around them. But also all around them, hints of green poked through the cracks and dust. The place had been blighted and empty for generations. But now it looked like the first hints of spring had finally found it.

“You said you thought you’d accomplished something, Lore?”

“Uh-huh”

“You think… this might have something to do with it?”

A sacrifice for a bountiful harvest? A bargain with the gods for prosperity? Lorelei wondered – maybe suspected now – if the cave pictures – which they’d photographed heavily before leaving – might be telling that story.

“Maybe”

“What are we going to tell everyone.”

I don’t know.” Shyly, but also slyly, Lorelei slipped her hand into Colin’s. “Will you help me come up with something?

“Er… You bet!”

Hand in hand they walked through the greening badlands.

Epilog

Lorelei and Colin walked completely around the office building before going in. The granite facing was soot covered and dingy looking. Definitely a “sick building”. Buildings didn’t call to her that often, but it was unmistakable when they did.

They walked into the empty lobby carrying their equipment cases, and found the building manager anxiously waiting for them.

“’LC Consulting’?” He asked.

“Yes,” answered Colin, extending his hand. “I’m Colin Mackay, and this is my wife and partner, Lorelei.”

“Pleased to meet you,” the manager, a Mr. Jeffreys, said, shaking each of their hands and noting the stone bracelets around Mrs. Mackay’s wrists. They seemed to match the stone of the building almost perfectly. “So, you think you can help? You come highly recommended!”

“Oh, yes. I know we can. We’ll spend the night on site and meet you in the morning with our findings and a plan of action. We won’t need access to any locked areas, I don’t think.”

“Really? OK, good.” Jeffreys was relieved, but also unsure of whether he needed to do anything else. He had no idea what the little private consulting group did, but their results in other contracts were top rate. The testimonials had been abundant and clear. “Well… I guess I’ll leave you to your work.”

Colin nodded, and the manager left through the revolving front door, probably swallowing a half dozen questions. The lobby was faced with of the same stone as the exterior, though polished instead of rough. That made things easier. He looked up at the security cameras, and determined a spot along the wall that fell between their fields of view. Then he took Lorelei by the hand and guided her to the nearest wall ignoring the cases. They only contained changes of clothes anyway. She turned and leaned her back against the stone as Colin moved in to kiss her. She was already warm.

“I love watching you work,” He said, and guided her right hand up to the wall over her head. The stone of her bracelet flowed and melded with the wall, holding her fast. Her other hand moved to the growing bulge in Colin’s pants.

“I know you do, darling,” she breathed in his ear as he caught her groping hand and brought it up to be imprisoned against the stone. He knelt to push her ankles back to be caught one at a time, scenting her arousal. His hands moved up her legs under her conservative business skirt, finding no panties and a moist, inviting junction with the tips of his fingers. Already the rock was seeking her, a hard, rounded spur growing up between her parted legs. The walls started to glow with a faint blue light.

“Come with me?”

Colin stood and faced Lorelei, the thrill and fear of the invitation apparent on his face. He loved and dreaded it when she took him with her.

“Yes,” he whispered, and leaned in to kiss her passionately. She moaned into his lips as the granite found her entrance and delved deep. Colin wrapped her spread-eagled form in his arms as granite flowed around them, swallowing them in stone.

End

Curled in a Ball
Nightmare & Vision #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 pokes up into my cunt and I grunt. It pulls back and thrusts 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…

(Start at the Beginning)
(Part 2)

The quiet dripping and bubbling sounds of the cavern pool and the cavern filled her ears. She tried to rest, let the natural rhythms and patterns lull her. But then there were the  occasional heavier drops of water, little ripples. A faint sloshing noise.

Sloshing? That wasn’t right. Lorelei opened her eyes to the darkness. The glowing lichen growths  were still there, and their ghostly light bathed both chambers. The upper room had more than Lorelei thought earlier; it seemed brighter, and she could see- Her breath caught. It looked like the rocks were moving. The columns twisted and bent. The stalagmites and stalactites waved and undulated, like plants in the currents of an aquarium. They stretched  – elongating and contracting as if alive. They reached up, and outward.

They reached in her direction.

“What?! Hey!” Lorelei yelped. She grabbed for the lantern and backpedaled instinctively away from the glowing tendrils.

“Co-Wuh!” *splash* She’d started to shout for Colin, but slipped off the edge of the lip and into the upper chamber pool. The lantern came on, but she lost her grip on it and it sank to the bottom of the pool. Lorelei sputtered and cursed, and then let out a small shriek as something smooth and hard brushed her arm. In the mixed lantern and lichen light it looked like a trunk or column. It felt like rock, but moved like it was alive, curving around her left forearm and under her armpit.

She tried to pull away from it, splashing frantically but another had joined it, seeking and finding her other arm. Lorelei tried to scream, but got a mouthful of water as she inhaled and could only sputter and cough instead, during which time she felt herself lifted out of the pool and drawn toward the maw of the upper chamber.

Her eyes widened in both wonder and fear as the stone tendrils carried her, legs kicking, over the lip. The lichens now seemed to glow brighter. Or was the rock itself faintly self-illuminated? Regardless, the formations on the floor and ceiling in the center of the chamber looked like upward and downward facing anemone. What had been rocky protrusions of stalagmites and stalactites and straws and curtains were now wavering tendrils and tentacles of stone in many different sizes. And she was being drawn right toward it.

“Hey! No! STOP!” Lorelei finally found her voice, which now echoed around the cavern. Though the quiet susurrations and dripping and splashing of the stone tentacles did not respond in any way she could detect.

“STOP! COOLLLIIIIN!” she shouted her distress. “HEY!”

She had been carried to the edge of the center formation – now alive with motion. Many stone tendrils, a combination of hard surface and yielding body, writhed in her direction.

With a heroic effort, Lorelei contorted, pulled, and slipped loose, falling a few feet to splash into the shallow pool. She slightly wrenched her left arm, and banged her right ankle into the hard stone at floor of the pool, but she ignored that pain in a panicked effort to get back to the lip. To escape? She couldn’t think about that yet. At least maybe to get her hammers.

She reached the rope still hanging down into the bowl of the chamber, grateful for that foresight, at least, but as her hand closed on it, something decidedly un-ropelike looped around her left ankle and pulled her off balance. She went down with a shriek and a splash, slipping down the bowl’s gentle slope as more tendrils converged on her, entangling all four of her flailing limbs even as they pulled her back to the center of the room.

“HEEELLP!” She cried. Then caught her breath. The formation in the center was aglow. A dull red, like the coals of a dead campfire, emanated from the forest of tentacles, adding its warm light to the greenish lichens. It looked burning hot, but was only warm where the glowing rock touched her.

Stone tendrils carried her inward – and passed her inside the circle of living columns. Tentacles of rock brushed her nakedness, caressing her. Some were straw size, finger size, larger. Some twined around her arms and legs, still holding her feet above the shallow water as she tried to struggle free.

As she fought and called out, she caught sight of the very center of the formation. The strange stalagmite that had been there, that she had… It was gone. Only an irregularly  glowing reddish dome broke above the circle of the water in the center of the formation. Lorelei didn’t understand. But she couldn’t think about it right now. Her hands were being pulled up against two of the stone columns, like they were going to tie her to them with chords of stone. What actually happened was even more terrifying. Her hands were pulled firmly against the warm, wet, hard stone of the columns, and they yielded. They flowed around her hands, swallowing them until she was buried up to both wrists in softened rock. Then, like rapid-setting concrete, the column re-solidified, trapping her hands inside them with terrifying firmness. Lorelei pulled frantically, her voice failing her, to no effect.

She didn’t notice that her feet were being treated the same way until she felt the warm stone around her ankles. She discovered she was now suspended, spread eagle facing down over the glowing dome in the center of the chamber.

“NOOOO!! Stopp!! What’s happening?!” Lorelei was on the verge of tears. What was happening was impossible. Confusion and fear shook her.

She looked down at the red dome. It glowed a dull crimson still, maybe brighter than before. Warm water dripped on her back and buttocks and legs from above. No not water. It was something different, more viscous against her skin.  She turned her head, trying to flip her wet hair out of her eyes to look up above her. And then looked back away quickly in fear, pulling at her trapped hands and feet.

Delicate looking stalactite tubules descended around her. Dozens of them, each dripping its oily secretion. As Lorelei struggled, suspended above the floor, they reached her, and brushed and rubbed against her body. She tried to pull away, but she had nowhere to escape to. The tendrils curled around her breasts, caressing and squeezing them, slathering them with their fluids and teasing her nipples to hardness. Other tubules slithered up and down her back and sides, along the cleft of her clenched buttocks. Some curled around down to her thighs, between her open legs to her mound, and, pussy, and clit, squirming  and squirting.  Lorelei whimpered as one or two thin tendrils worked their way easily into her vagina, spreading their oil inside her as they went. She grunted and then shrieked as another wormed its way slowly but insistently into her resisting anus, something she’d never even contemplated before.

Lorelei screamed cried and fought, and almost exhausted herself trying to avoid the insistent caresses before the arousal finally broke through. That made it even worse. She realized, belatedly, and with no small terror, that these things, the rocks themselves, were for some reason deliberately trying to sexually stimulate her. Somehow they were reading the map of her body, and finding all the spots that made her nerves jangle with sensual delight. She could not deny how good it felt, but how could she let it? Was there something wrong with her that her body could respond to this… what was this anyway? But how could she not respond to it? She couldn’t stop the touches and teases, and they seemed to learn quickly exactly how to get a reaction from her. It was like they had a will – that they wanted to coax a sexual response out of her.

Worse, as their writhing manipulations intensified Lorelei became convinced that they… they were trying to make her cum. And they were going to succeed! She still struggled, even believing it was hopeless. The touches were so private and pervasive, coxing her and teasing her, and her body was responding by itself. Somewhere along the line, the jerking of her hips changed from evasion to something more accepting, then a sensual rolling and rising back into the tickle of the tendrils’ touch. She’d been trying to force her knees together and close her legs before, but the awful, tantalizing caresses had somehow convinced her knees to bow outward, opening her more to them. Sensations she’d never imagined cascaded across and inside her.

“Ohhh God! Stoooop!” She whined now, between moans. And she only half meant it.

The erotic torture continued, and Lorelei felt herself losing ground. She wanted to fight, to give in, to run away! Gradually, some of the little tubules changed from dripping and spurting to sucking, making little slurping noises all over her body.

“Oh! Oh!” Some of the little mouth-like suckers had found her aureoles, and nipples.

“OHH!” Others suctioned gently on her labia, and found her clit. Lorelei was shaking all over. The fear of her situation slowly losing to the insistent and increasing stimulation.

“God, Please! Hhhh-OHH UHH!”

There was no stopping it, and her body wasn’t listening any more. Swipes and sucks across her most sensitive spots, little wriggling teases in her pussy and her rear end. It was too much. The sensations pushed her over the edge and she came, violently. She tensed and arched, pulling at her trapped extremities, stomach muscles tightening as the pleasure streamed through her. The hard, flexible tube in her sex curled and stroked along the roof of her tunnel, raking itself gently over that magic nerve cluster she’d only herself discovered last year. Her climax ratcheted higher and she screamed in release feeling something inside let go. Her cheeks burned with remembered embarrassment as she felt her own cream gush out of her to join the dripping oil on the glowing dome below her.

The tendrils played her until she was shaking and exhausted, limp in the gentle hold of many small limbs. They supported her, preventing her trapped wrists and ankles from taking all her weight, for which she was at least briefly grateful.

Her head hung low. Her damp, bedraggled hair almost reached the surface of the red glowing dome. It was brighter now – she was sure it wasn’t just her eyes getting accustomed to it. Its light was pulsing. And… moving now, changing shape.

“Ohh, no..”

Lorelei’s eyes widened and she moaned in fright as the phallic stalagmite shape re-formed from the dome. Only this time it wasn’t solid unmoving rock. It swayed under her like a living thing. The pulsing of it became more orderly, rings of brightness beginning at the base under the water and traveling up the narrowing form to the waving tip.

And it wasn’t just that central mound.  Lorelei realized that the whole cavern now pulsed with red, verging on orange light.

It flowed from the walls to the floor and ceiling to the central formation that held her. And the drawings! The cave drawings glowed brighter, clear against the walls – even through the covering flowstones. There was a sequence there in the pictures – a story. If she could see them more clearly…

Wet warmth brushed her inner thighs, sliding up between her legs.

“NnnoooOOHHH!”

The light pulses, converged on the lengthening stalagmite, growing towards her with each glowing surge. It closed the gap inch by inch, not pausing as touched her slit, nosing into her parted labia, pushing deeper pulse by pulse. It slid itself inside her, stuffing her weakly spasming pussy with the unstoppable strength of the Earth itself. Lorelei felt the seemingly limitless power behind it, something that could tear through her like a finger through tissue paper. It was terrifying, and thus its gentleness with her was even more frightening. It filled her full, pressing its hard heat deeply into her, the memory of her recently lost virginity a tiny flaring of nerves. Then it withdrew almost completely, and returned again.

“oogghggoddd”

It was fucking her. The thing… the stalagmite… the cave… the Earth… The light pulsed brighter, flowing all through the room, up the shaft, disappearing into her. It – the light – flowed into her deep. Deeper than a mere physical location. She imagined she felt the light disperse and spread through her as the rock phallus bottomed out in her. The power of it overwhelmed. She was something so small and frail, but she was the center of it all, the absolute focus of energy and attention. She felt… connected to it, whatever it was, and as her body began to move with the sliding shaft, she surrendered to it. She had to. It was everything around her. And inside her. It wanted her. It needed her.

Yes. There was need there. A bleakness within all the strength. A loss, a loneliness that ached across unknowable time. Somehow, she answered that. She filled this intangible emptiness as certainly as the physical presence filled her body. Lorelei’s terror faded. Her desire to escape, her pretense at struggle, stilled. Now, her body simply responded, and she didn’t try to fight it. She raised her rear a little, hips turning her pelvis back to make herself more accessible. The smaller tendrils wriggling all over her… They thrilled her now – even the one obscenely fluttering in her ass. Each light pulse converging on the stalagmite, and then in her sent a incredible rush up her pussy, deeper and deeper into her as it pushed towards her center. Now she was sure -  the light continued into her to spread throughout her body, each bright surge more intense than the last, crossing the threshold from pleasure to something almost unbearable.

The whole world fucked her, pleasured her, filled her with light and strength.

When she came, it was an eruption of her soul. Orgasm exploded from her very center and her entire body screamed her pleasure. Light flared bright around and inside her, the flow staggering and reversing as her inner muscles clamped and squeezed the rock shaft – and it gave like a living thing. The light… reversed, flowing out from her, not in orderly pulses but in a torrential frenzy of lust and life. She squeezed and pushed herself back into the shaft, crying out her ecstasy. Energy streamed out of her. Life and joy in boundless reserve, pouring into the yawning, lonely emptiness, filling it as she was filled. The cavern around her rumbled and shook, as if the cave itself was cumming just as she was. Lorelei went higher and higher, gushing and churning and floating, until the light carried her completely away…

(To Be Continued)

Today in my post-business-trip laziness, my roommate and I watched one of our favorite movie classics, Heathers. You know how you notice new details every time you re-watch certain movies? Well, today, I noticed this little accessory, which will be making a fashion comeback sooner rather than later if I have any influence on the matter:

The monocle:

Veronica, AKA Winona Rider, busts this bad boy out every time she confides bits teen angst to her journal. It makes an appearance about five times throughout the course of the movie, and is amazing every single time. My roommate insisted I get one, so I am currently looking for a replica on eBay. Expect to see it at ScienceOnline.

Watch the monocle in action at 2:34:

Above the Nighmare
Nightmare & Vision #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. 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 cunt. 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 its 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…

(Start at the Begining)
(Part 1)
Lorelei had strange dreams. Caving dreams, as she often did, but more surreal. The rock shapes around her were much more organic and soft, the colors more alive than most stone. The walls reached out to touch her as she walked naked through the caverns…

She woke with a start, feeling as if something had caressed her leg. But that was surely an after-image from her dreams, as she was still alone on her flat perch between caverns. She sat up, and breathed the thick, wet air in. She felt heady, and not fully awake. As she rubbed her face with her palms, she realized that she was covered with moisture, like a warm dew had settled on her as she slept. The faintly glowing dial of her watch said she’d been out about six hours.

“Good thing I kept the dry things in their bags,” she said to herself. She turned on a lantern and checked on the clothes she was trying to dry out; they were little better than they had been, still soaked through. Lorelei sighed, but now that she was mostly awake and had some time, her explorer’s inquisitiveness began to pull at her.

First, she investigated the pool. Putting on the spare battery powered headlight that had been dropped to her, she slipped into the warm water that had broken her fall. Skinny-dipping in an uncharted cave – now that was a first. And it had a delicious, forbidden feel to it. Knowing Colin was sleeping close-but-far away added another almost-naughty element to it, and Lorelei let herself undulate a little more provocatively, secretly, in the water.

Near the center of the pool lay the heavy gear she’d jettisoned – her own headlamp still shining on the bottom for now. At the far end of the pool, a small vent broke through the floor. This was surely the source of heat for the cavern, as Lorelei found the water getting increasingly hot as she floated towards it.

Over the next half-hour, and with a series of ear hurting and lung straining dives, Lorelei managed to retrieve her heavier-than-water gear, including her hammers. She now had more batteries, food, and stove fuel. She still opted against breaking open any bagged clothes for now. Their dryness would be short-lived, and she didn’t want to waste that. The salvage efforts had tired her again, and she curled up for another rest, thinking she would explore the upper cavern next.

She dreamt again; more caving, but also more unreal. She was exploring a living cave, tunnel walls soft and giving, almost like skin. The flowing air around her was like breath, changing direction as if inhaling and exhaling. She touched the walls, and they moved in response, shivering or shuddering. It was spooky, but beckoning, even sensual in a weird way. Exciting… Lorelei woke again with a little start. She was curled up in the dark, with her hands tucked between her legs, but her right hand had stolen up against her cleft. She’d been touching herself in her dreams. That did happen sometimes, but here and now it was extra weird, and the thrill different. She could feel she was wet inside as well as outside.

She looked at her watch, only another hour had passed, but maybe she should check in with Colin. Funny how thinking of him sent a little thrill through her now. They’d caved together before, of course, but hadn’t done much hanging out other than that. She’d fantasized about Dave (who wouldn’t?), and Chris (and heck, even Theresa, she blushed to herself), but not Colin or any of the others in the club. So why think of him now that way? Maybe because she’d agreed to a date with him to Commencement (had that been wise?). Maybe because of the current situation. She imagined him perched by the hole she’d fallen through like a gargoyle or sentinel, ever alert (even though he was probably asleep now, too). She looked up in the darkness to where the hole in the ceiling should be and startled as she realized that there were other faint light sources in the cavern. Patches of phosphorescent lichens gave off a tiny illumination. Not enough to make out any details, but enough to outline the general shape of the pool cavern, and some interesting patterns in the upper cavern. Lorelei sat still and looked in wonder for a while. It really was beautiful. After some minutes, she called up to Colin. No response, save the quiet bubbling of the pool’s spring. She called again, but he must have been sleeping. So much for the sentinel image. Hearing her voice die out made Lorelei a little uneasy, so, a little reluctantly, she snapped on a lantern and headlamp.

The change in lighting was dramatic. The soft curves of the stone reminded her of her dreams, but the sharp shadows cast by her lights carved a comforting reality. She still couldn’t shake the warm, punchy feeling in her mind and body. Like she’d slept too long on a lazy Sunday. Fuzzy or not, though, curiosity brought her attention back to the formations of the upper chamber, especially the grouping in the center. She wanted to explore.

The sloping bowl-shaped floor of the upper room was smooth and wet, thus potentially quite slippery to her bare feet.  It wouldn’t do to be stranded even further away from the opening. Lorelei tied rope to a column on side of the neck entrance, tested it with her weight, and played it down the sloping side; a safety line she could use to pull herself out if need be. After some thought she also donned her climbing harness, and clipped the rope onto it. It briefly struck her as odd that she had on her harness and no other clothing – not even boots. But the air was still damp and warm, and the same logic seemed to apply.

‘Besides,’ Lorelei thought, ‘how often do you get to cave in the raw? It actually feels kind of sexy.’ She looked down at the sturdy padded belts around her waist and upper thighs, and her dark, damp thatch of hair visible between. She giggled a little, thinking there was no club at Uni that dressed like that. Carefully, she lowered herself into the cavern, half stepping, half sliding down the incline.

The floor sloped more gently after the first few feet, and she could slosh in the shallow water – carefully – about the inside of the whole chamber around the center formations. From her new perspective, she could see with certainty the remnants of cave paintings. Her eyes widened at the discovery.

‘What a find!’ she thought, ‘these have got to be the deepest paintings in the system. And old, too.’ She frowned ‘not in great shape, though.’ She could barely make out a few figures, and maybe a piece of scenery. They seemed to be in the same style as the oldest Chocquois Indian images in the higher caves – some were prize public showpieces, others the special rewards of the deeper explorers. But these – these were all hers for now. Of course she’d take pictures and show and tell everyone, and they’d have to come back, but later. The paintings were ancient and mostly destroyed by time and humidity. She could make out a few people shapes, maybe some depictions of tribal life and agriculture. No animals though.

The far side definitely looked like a caved in passage – perhaps something she could, or would have to, look more seriously into if getting out the way she came in proved too hard to do.  The rock floor itself was warm against her feet – warmer in this chamber than even in the neck, comfortable and smooth to the touch – almost like the skin of a body except for its hardness.

Then, pausing on the side of the cavern floor, Lorelei turned her attention to the formation in the center, the new viewing angle revealing more intricate and beautiful crystalline structures dangling from the middle of the cavern ceiling.

She moved towards the formation, slipping, a little bit literally, in between dripstone columns. She tried to be careful; the youngest living formations could be very delicate. Nevertheless, she brushed against the rounded forms of some stalagmites and ‘tites as she passed by and she stepped between them. They seemed sturdy enough, at least. Stepping gingerly over one conical stone, she glanced down at the rocky nub passing between her legs and teetered a bit, the warm smoothness brushed the inside of her thigh. Tingles spread from the point of contact up her spine and she exhaled a little, both self-conscious, and aroused. She realized she was actually pretty turned on. Maybe it was her nudity. Maybe it was her recent dream, or the suggestive shapes of some of the formations – the common fodder for dirty jokes among the club. But whatever the reason, she felt small thrills of excitement now when her body brushed against smooth and bumpy patches of stone. She stopped worrying about damaging the formations, and actively slid against and between them as she spiraled toward the stalagmite in the very center. Tiny droplets of water fell from straw-like forms in the chamber roof above her, almost like a slow rain. In the middle of the formation, above the center stalagmite, there was no corresponding stalactite hanging from the ceiling. That was definitely odd. The ‘mite sticking up from the floor needed a source – it was large and imposing, tapering to a rounded tip almost at her waist height. In fact, it looked a lot like…

Lorelei blushed fiercely. She’d seen phallic rock formations before, and traded her share of jokes and innuendo about them. Theresa had even whispered and winked at her about an experience she’d had in Marmot cave. Lorelei didn’t believe her then, but now, she wasn’t so sure. It looked so… imposing. Sturdy, up-thrust from the shallow water like that. A bead of water dripped down Lorelei’s cheek. A bead of other moisture tickled her inner thigh. ‘God!’ she thought to herself in disbelief, ‘I’m horny!’ Her left hand let go the column she’d been holding for support to slide down her belly, over the harness straps, to touch herself. A shiver passed through her, and she let out a little gasp. But her eyes remained fixed on the conical shaft illuminated by her headlight. She breathed the humid air, stared, and touched herself lightly for some time, the details of the room slowly to fading from her awareness.

Almost in a trance, Lorelei moved closer. The floor sloped up, like an inverted horn around the stalagmite.  Slowly, gingerly, she stepped forward, feet sliding to either side of the rise, until she stood over the very center of the formation, her arms out to the side for balance. Her feet rested on the sloped base, and stood poised with her cleft a couple inches above the tip of the formation. She was panting. Without conscious decision, Lorelei bent her knees little by little, lowering herself until the rounded tip of the stalagmite just touched her flowering outer lips. A hum escaped her at the contact – the rock was almost hot on her sensitive flesh. Looking around at the exquisite formations, unable to bring them into focus, Lorelei began to slowly rub herself back and forth across the rounded stone top. She brought her hands to drift over her body, her left coming up to grasp at her breast and rub her nipple, and her right sliding down her stomach to her pubis, a finger delicately tracing around her clit.

Lorelei sighed at the sensations, the sound echoing in the chamber. Distantly she thought of Theresa and her stories, and then, unbidden, Colin, and felt herself flush. She continued her masturbatory undulations over the stalagmite for some time, and the erotic feelings heightened. Daringly she dipped just a little lower, and let the warm rock push into her just a bit. Not enough to be uncomfortable – but enough to feel the presence just within her – to thrill her and make her shiver in the moist warmth.

Lorelei teasingly brought herself toward orgasm, the simultaneous openness and secretness of the location adding to the excitement of it all. Her breaths became more ragged and her sighs turned into low moans as her hips and hands moved more earnestly. Soon the familiar butterflies of impending orgasm began fluttering in her abdomen, and she tensed for the coming release.

“Unh! Shit!”

In her rising eagerness she’d become careless. Her feet suddenly slipped outward a hand’s breadth each way on the slope of the stalagmite base, causing her to sink downward about two inches. The rounded stone tip of the stalagmite forced her pussy lips open as she sank down on it. Lorelei cried out at the sudden motion and penetration of her most private place, her hands grabbing at the slick rock jutting between her legs.

Cautiously, Lorelei tried to bring her feet back under her. She couldn’t seem to get a grip with her feet on the smooth, submerged floor, and her hands kept slipping on the wet stone shaft of the stalagmite. Her reverie nearly broken, she cursed herself now for not at least putting on her boots. What had she been thinking? Each time she shifted weight to pick up a foot to move it higher, the other slid just out a tiny bit farther, causing her to sink fractionally lower onto the shaft. With increasing distress, Lorelei realized that her attempts were on the whole losing, rather than gaining ground. Even trying to keep perfectly still wasn’t going to work, as her feet inevitably began to slide further apart with the sideways pressure exerted trying to maintain her place.

The stalagmite was now pressed up into her as far as anything ever had been. Even when playing with herself with improvised ‘toys’ in the past, she had only once dared brush her own hymen. And certainly no boy. She’d never gone beyond clothes-on, if fairly impassioned, kissing and petting with a boy. She wasn’t saving herself exactly, but she didn’t want to be foolish about ‘giving’ herself away… But now the tip of the stalagmite gently pushed against her virginity and she felt chagrin along with her distress. She never thought to protect herself against the advances of the Earth itself… Lorelei felt the pressure, no discomfort yet, but still she began to edge toward panic. Carefully, she redoubled her efforts to grip the stalagmite for support, so she could stand straighter and remove herself from the rock. Right now, she couldn’t even shift her weight to fall forward, if that would have helped at all.

“Oh, you’ve done it know Lore,” she chided herself through gritted teeth.

The ‘mite was slippery wet – not only with water, but also with her own honey. She could scent herself in the heavy air, and realized she was still flowing freely, her physical arousal was unabated by her mental distress. Beneath her fear, she still felt the well of sexual excitement – the climax she’d nearly reached still beckoned to her body. Her hands now trembled slightly as they tried to get a good enough grip on the thing between her legs. She just needed to support herself a little… It was awkward, precarious, but at last she seemed to get some tenuous hold on the shaft. Slowly, she put some weight on her hands, just enough to allow her right foot to slide inwards a few inches, which she did.

She had just started moving her left foot back in, when both it and her hands slipped. She had placed a fraction too much weight in the wrong place, and once they started to go, there was no stopping. Instinctively she grasped with all her strength and struggled to get her feet under her, but this time it was no use.

“Fuck! OhhhHAUUuNNhhGGG”!

Slowly, inexorably, she sank down on the ‘mite. In a panic, she felt the rounded end press and slide up into her further, stretching her, pushing at her hymen, making her wince. Then, with a cry, she felt a sharp tearing pain as the ‘mite rose further up into her. And she kept sinking, the almost smooth, unyielding rock sliding against the nerves of her inner most, and until now untouched, place. The helpless, falling filling sensation blended with the sting of her accidental self-deflowering. The first-time sensations and stimulations dragged her distress-deferred pleasure to the fore. Suddenly, she lurched into orgasm. She yelped and squealed, and came on and around the invading stone phallus, crying out in pleasure and distress as her body stopped fighting for a moment, and simply wallowed and shuddered in bliss.

The rhythmic clenching of her inner muscles made her sinking impalement stop and start, each fraction of an inch boring deeper into her virgin pussy and prolonging her climax. This had not been in any of her imagined ‘first time’ scenarios. But God, however weird or stupid it was, it felt good!

Her shuddering downward slide stopped only when the ‘mite pressed up against the end of her passage, and her climax ended soon after that as the hard pressing against her cervix verged on uncomfortable. At least now, now that the worst had happened, Lorelei could finally get her feet under her. Slowly and very carefully, she lifted herself off the stalagmite. She winced ruefully at the almost-scraping pleasure-pain of the departing hardness, then, finally free, stepped away on slightly unsteady legs. Her body was fairly pleased, but she was now angry with herself. What was she going to tell Co- the first boy she really slept with? She’d lost a little gift she’d hoped to give. And it was her own fault.

Lorelei looked irately at the stone. Her own fluids and a smear of her virgin blood coated the smooth rock. As she watched, however, the glistening drips were… disappearing, as if being absorbed. She shook her head. She thought she’d been getting more clearheaded, but she doubted her eyes now. She shook her head again, making her headlamp light skitter crazily all over the cavern. She swayed a little, as if dizzy, or exhausted, and decided she needed to get back to the neck and rest again. She’d clean herself up. Maybe she’d put on some clothes even if they were wet.

Lorelei squeezed her way out of the center formation, and step-splashed to the bowl edge, carefully pulling herself up to her little camp. Here eyes played tricks on her as she moved. The dancing shadows from her lights made it look like some of the formations were moving. That wasn’t an uncommon illusion either, and she instinctively ignored it. She checked her watch. Just over an hour had passed since she’d started her little adventure. Colin could be awake, or wake-able now, she suspected. But she didn’t call up yet. She needed a little private time to rest. To think.  She peeled off her harness, and freed a dry, multipurpose bandana from the clothing bag to gingerly dab at and clean the soreness between her legs. ‘Now there’s a new use for these things,’ she thought. After that, she felt she needed to collect herself. She laid again on the floor, head resting on the clothing bag, turned her lights off, and closed her eyes. A rawness, a tiny echo of pain inside her body distracted her even as it faded, and sleep did not want to come. She looked up to the cavern ceiling as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, the glow of the lichens emerging like stars in the night.

(Continued in Part 3)

Mirror Mirror
Nightmare & Vision #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 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, and 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.

(Start at the Beginning)

They were three hours down the new spur, going slowly and mapping the way. They’d squeezed through a couple keyholes, and found a new fork and two new, if somewhat boring, rooms. They were in a wide, deep crack just off “Dave’s Doldrums”, heading down at about 10% grade, Lorelei in the lead. The small hole to the side of the main passage looked innocent enough, but the limestone floor crumbled under Lorelei’s slight weight as she passed it. Luck failed her a second time as a sharp rock edge cleanly severed her rope connection to the team behind her. Down she went with a yelp of surprise.

A fall of a few feet ended in a steep, smooth sided chute that bore Lorelei downward for a harrowing ride. She slid boots first, the narrow rock tube flashing by inches from her face, spot-lit only by the headlamp on her helmet.  The chute was damp and slick. Its smoothness kept her from getting seriously injured beyond bumps and bruises, but allowed no grip for her knobby boots. Lorelei thrust her rock pick above her head trying to dig it into the stone, but found no purchase there either, and almost lost her grip on it in the bargain.

Then there was a brief sickening fall as she dropped out of the tube’s end; a heart stopping second before she hit water. The slap almost stunned her, but she gathered her wits quickly, shrugging out of her pack and dropping what heavy things she could to avoid sinking. She kicked hard upward, losing her helmet as she broke the surface and gasped air. She treaded water for a few seconds then quickly made for the nearest side she could find, grabbing a rocky protrusion and just holding on while her adrenaline levels calmed down. The battery operated lights of her helmet lamp shimmered up through crystal clear water – maybe 15-20 feet deep, it was the only source of light in the chamber.

Lorelei listened carefully – she could hear someone calling. Colin?

“Lore! Haaay! Lorelei! You OK down there?”

“Yes!” she shouted back. She quickly checked for cuts or other injuries. “Yes, I’m OK!”

“We’re trying to reach you,” came the reply. Lorelei saw faint light play at the opening twenty feet above the water. Banging, dust, and curses filtered down over the course of the next few minutes. A carabineer fell through the opening and splashed into the water of the pool.

“It’s too deep. We don’t have enough rope!” came the angry call, “We’re going to have to go back and get more.”

Lorelei was unhappy to hear the news, but what could she do? “OK!” she shouted up.

“You want one of us to come down there?”

“No. I was lucky not to get hurt. One of you clods could break something on the way down and we’d be way worse off.”

“OK,” Colin sounded a tad relieved, to Lorelei’s disappointment. But then: “I’m gonna stay camped up here. Chris, Dave and Theresa will go back. They’ll be faster without my two left feet anyway.” It was true, Colin was the slowest of the group, so it made logical sense. Lorelei’s slightly lifted spirits were not due merely to logic, however. It was going to be lonely enough separated by however many yards of rock.

“It’s going to take a day to get back, then maybe another to get down.” This was Dave speaking. It made sense. They were on a multi-day trek after all. Getting out in just a day was a bit of a boast even for Dave.

“Best leave five days of food then,” Lorelei called.

“Ha, Ha,” Sarcasm traveled well through limestone, it turned out.

“Wrap it well – the hole comes out over water”

“Water!? Is there a place you can get out?”

Lore hadn’t thought of that much yet. She surely wouldn’t last two days treading water. She looked around quickly and saw a couple ledges and one wider shelf at one end of the chamber – and another opening.

“Yes! I can get out. Maybe even dry off.”

A couple minutes more, and sliding sounds heralded the arrival of her care package – plenty of rations, and another lamp, with some empty bags inflated as floats. One of those survived the fall, letting Lorelei fish it out of the water to the nearest ledge.

“Got it?” Came Theresa’s voice from above.

“Yes, Thanks. Now get going before I get melancholy.”

“We’re on our way out. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Ha, Ha,” Lorelei said in her normal voice. She was alone now, nearly, deep in a newly discovered part of the cavern system, “Ha.” A couple minutes passed in which the faint sounds of the spelunking team disappeared altogether. Only some bubbling and dripping of water in the pool and cavern sounded now. Colin’s attenuated voice broke through from above.

“So! Lore. What do you want to talk about? You got a date for the Commencement Dance?”

Colin was still there.

“No!” she shouted up. “Why, you want to take me?”

“Uh.. Yeah! You bet I do! Sorry I’m asking now though.”

Communication yelling up and down through that long neck was going to give them both sore throats quickly.

“That’s OK. Listen, Colin. I appreciate the conversation, but we should save it for occasional check-ins to save our voices all right?”

A pause, “OK” maybe with a little disappointment? Colin was a nice boy after all, a year younger than she. And he had sort of just asked her out.

“Colin?”

“Yeah?”

“If you can get me out of here you can take me to Commencement.”

“Woo! Lore! You bet!” There. Damage control and a date. Not too bad.

“I’m going to check out the chamber and maybe recover the stuff that fell in the water. I’ll call up when I’m done?”

“All right. Good luck! Be Careful!”

“I will.”

Lorelei heaved herself out of the water onto the ledge, dragged her floating pack and care package up as well, removed her waterlogged boots, and got the battery-lantern on.

The lantern’s light caught the cavern walls and diffused throughout the space. Lorelei found she sat now in the junction of a double cavern. The dual chambers were like a tilted hourglass. The lower chamber, into which she’d  fallen, was an irregular sphere about 40 feet across, roughly half filled with water. The hole she had fallen through was in the ceiling a few yards off center. Water bubbled from the far end of the pool. Its warmth implied that the source was a hot spring of some sort.

The ‘neck’ of the hourglass, where Lorelei had clambered out of the water, arched 10 or so feet overhead, and opened into the upper chamber. This domed chamber was a little smaller than the one below, arching up some 20 feet. The floor was only a slight depression, sinking bowl-like a few feet from walls to center. There was a few inches to maybe a foot of water in the bottom. But it was the formations that took Lorelei’s breath away. Curtains across the walls, lines of six-foot tubules crisscrossing the ceiling, and hundreds of stalagmites and stalactites around the periphery of the room. The center had twenty or more massive ones. Several columns almost symmetrically surrounded the center formation where massive squat, lumpy stalagmites rose a few feet and tapered from two foot thick bases from the pool to almost touch the more delicate looking hanging stalactites in the middle. Someday they too would touch and fuse to become columns.

There were no apparent exits from the upper chamber save the neck where she sat, and it would have been foolish to explore through them at this point anyway, she knew. The water in both chambers was clean; what she’s swallowed in the pool seemed fresh and pure. Both rooms must have fissure or other sources and exits to keep the water from accumulating debris. Water must percolate out through them. One jumbled area on the far wall of the upper chamber might have once been another entrance, but it had long ago caved in and was welded shut by flowstone deposits.

Then Lorelei paused, catching sight of something on the far wall. Curiosity bit her, but she had to get herself taken care of first. The rocks around her glimmered with reflected light, and at least it was warm. Had it been the normal ambient 55 degrees of this cavern system, she’d be in for a miserable wet time. The pool must be geothermal to keep the place so comfortable. Lucky for her. The quietly bubbling water made the cavern warm and humid instead of cold and dank.

The neck was reasonably flat, with almost enough space to lie down full length. Certainly enough to set up her little “camp” with lantern and pack.

Lorelei laid out her waterlogged boots and socks, then, began shedding soaked clothes. Climbing harness and cavesuit (“the opposite of a Jumpsuit!”, Chris had proclaimed), T-shirt, then she paused.

“What the hell,” she said out loud “Who’s going to see?”, and slipped off her bra and panties. She spread everything around the lantern to dry as best as possible in the warm, moist air.

“A lot of good that will do,” Lorelei thought, realizing from the echo, she’d spoken the words. “Well. Best keep my own company.”

“Hello! You OK down there?”

Lorelei froze at Colin’s voice, sure she’d been ‘caught’. Her hands moved automatically to cover her nakedness. But he wasn’t there. He was a dozens and more feet away though the rock. Had he heard her?

“Yep! Everything’s perfect! I’m… just talking to myself.” She could feel herself blushing, and tried to shake it off as silly.

“All right. Let me know if you plan on going insane, though.”

“Colin?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Shutting up!” That seemed to satisfy him, at least.

She was OK with her body. More than OK. It was just that no guys had seen her in this completely bare state as of yet, and Colin wasn’t on the list of candidates. Not yet anyway. She’d just never thought of him that way. He was cute, and funny… Lorelei shook herself, and resisted the urge to put some of her soaked clothes back on. But she couldn’t help glancing up at the hole she’d fallen through occasionally as she began to look around.

The neck between the two caverns was reasonably comfortable – there were few sharp edges to be seen anywhere in the pool chamber, and none at all in the neck or upper chamber. Now that the rush of the fall and current situation had worn off, the day’s long spelunk caught up with Lorelei, and she found herself exhausted as she surveyed. With about two days wait before rescue, she had nothing to do but relax and wait.

“Colin?” she called up.

“Yeah?” the response was nearly immediate.

“I’m wiped out. I’m going to try to sleep.”

“OK. Call me when you wake up. Don’t worry about waking me. If I don’t answer quick, I’ll just be asleep. I’m not moving from this spot. All right?” That was actually more reassuring than Lorelei thought it would be. Colin sounded protective, actually. As much as he could be, given the situation. She smiled up at the opening.

“All right. Good night!”

“Good night, Lore. Sleep well.”

Lorelei decided that she’d rather not get her sleeping bag damp in the humid atmosphere of the cave if she didn’t have to, and  left it in its waterproof sack, opting to use it as a pillow. It certainly seemed warm enough, and a little exiting to curl up naked in the ‘open’ as it were. After checking her things and looking over the chambers one more time, the young woman turned off the lanterns and was quickly fast asleep.

(Continued in Part 2)

Snuck From Behind
Nightmare & Vision #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…

Monocle here. I’m going to post another Nightmare and Vision (that is actually an awkward title in this usage, isn’t it), but I really don’t know which one to pick. So how about you, dear reader? Pick a number between 1 and 100 (Except 85 or 99, which have already been posted).

First commenter with a valid number gets his or her Nightmare.

(Fair warning – Some of these are better than others. Some are rather darker than others – it’s pot luck!)

(Fair warning #2 – I could do this 97 more times, but likely won’t, so choose wisely)

E pensar que o varejo sempre foi o primo pobre-rico da publicidade. “Pobre”, porque não dava glamour nem prêmios; “rico”, porque sempre garantiu comissões e BVs em escala para as agências.

Hoje, vide até mesmo a criativa presença do trade marketing no universo da ativação de marcas, o cenário está bastante diferente. O varejo deita e rola com design, ações especiais, intervenções urbanas, aproximação com moda (seja qual for a categoria de produto ou serviço), parcerias com artistas e estilistas, Uniqlo patrocinando Cannes (quem diria), revistas decentes cobrindo o setor…

E o ponto é esse. O pai da Wallpaper, Tyler Brûlé, já havia lançado lojas e produtos da sua nova filha, a Monocle, em diferentes países e com diferentes lojas. Lá, o que poderia ser uma simples página espelhada de uma revista comum com novidades do varejo, por exemplo, é tratado na Monocle como “The Style Survey”, um encarte especial da revista valorizando todo o pequeno comércio inventivo pelo mundo e trazendo as novidades de design e produtos. Varejo e extensão de marca como lifestyle.

Com um pequeno gap, finalmente a própria Wallpaper faz o mesmo, na remodelado “supermercado de design” La Rinascente, de Milão. A loja abriu no último dia 10 de novembro e se utilizou de toda a rede de correspondentes da revista para estabelecer parcerias na venda e na produção customizada de itens. Porém, ao contrário da Monocle, diversos dos produtos da loja têm uma cara bem Ikea – Tok & Stok – Etna, no sentido mais genérico do que isso quer dizer. Muita coisa oriental e escandinava, naturalmente. Merecem destaque:

Rádio de madeira, de Singgih Susilo Kartono

A luminaria-cabide BarDeco, de Lina Meier

Relógio de parece Two Timer, da Industrial Facility e Sam Hecht

Moedores de sal e pimenta da Norway Says, para a Muuto

Aquecedor de Naoto Fukasawa para a Plus Minus Zero

Alisson Avila

Bait and Switch
Nightmare & Vision #85

We had waited so long to make love; I was as eager as my groom to consummate our marriage. We were all over each other in the limo to the hotel. My white dress was so voluminous, Robert could barely caress my legs, but I felt all buttery inside, and my lace panties were soaked. Even before the honeymoon suite door closed, I wiggled out of his arms and we were shedding clothes. He finished first and leapt for me. I yelped in surprise and glee falling back on the bed under him.

My gaze travelled down from Robert’s face, and I gasped as my eyes fell upon his privates for the first time. His was the first erect penis I’d ever seen ‘in the flesh’, and part of my gasp was of apprehension at its sheer size. But oh, God, I wanted him. With veil still in place, blouse ripped open, and white stockings still on, I slowly spread my legs and beckoned him to me. He came without hesitation. In one swift motion, Robert moved up and plunged into my virgin sex, tearing through my hymen and burying his penis balls-deep inside me.

I cried out in momentary pain and then drew breath at the sensation of utter fullness. I gasped and gritted my teeth as he pulled nearly completely out and shoved fully back in. Then again, and again. The pain quickly evaporated into bliss as I pleasured the way nature intended for the first time. We kissed deeply as he thrust into me over and over, and I closed my eyes to relish the incredible sensations. I moaned and cried out my love between more guttural sounds. The wedding had been carefully timed. We’d planned on starting a family right away and I had hoped and had prayed to conceive our first child on our wedding bed. We stood the best chance possible tonight.

These thoughts gave me butterflies in my tummy that began to spread all over as I neared orgasm. I was in utter heaven. My body, by instinct, humped up to Robert as he made love to… fucked me. The butterflies enveloped me, and I tingled and arched from head to toe as the storm of climax took over. My inner muscles clamped down and squeezed my groom’s throbbing penis. I cried out, overwhelmed with pleasure. Then I opened my eyes with love and lust and looked up, wanting him to see me in bliss and glory as we made new life.

What I saw turned my next orgasmic scream into a wail of terror.

Red eyes bored into mine from a twisted, sharp face that only vaguely resembled my Robert’s. Two leathery wings sprouted from his back, beating the air savagely as he plowed into my spasming body. I tried to raise my arms to push him away, but his taloned hands pinned my wrists to the bed. I screamed again and again, but horrifyingly, the sounds contained unmistakable pleasure mixed with anguish.

My body was still cumming around the demonic cock! I couldn’t stop myself!

Then, the first hot gush of inhuman semen erupted inside me, and with one final thrust he slammed fully into me, his howl of triumph matching mine of despair. Spurt after spurt of his seed injected deep into my newly opened, fully ripe body, and I knew with terrible certainty I was conceiving (but dear God what?!) at that very moment. And still, my pussy continued to milk and grind into the jetting organ, my body’s pleasure continuing unabated.

My tears of joy-turned-agony stained the wedding bed as the terrible head lowered – as if to kiss me once again. I turned away in fear and shame, still trembling with shocks of pleasure and revulsion. A long, thin tongue flicked across my ear, and a low, hissing voice spoke words I knew were at the same time true and horribly false:

“Your prayers have been answered.”

Sandra closed and locked the bathroom door, sighed, and went to the mirror to touch up her makeup, grateful for the brief privacy of the small ‘extra’ bathroom next to the standard, multi-stalled ladies’ room. She was having an OK time, but was getting discouraged, losing the heart and purpose she had come with. Damn Phillip anyway.

Her two-year-long relationship with him had been going through a ‘rough spot’, as her married friends would call it. She snorted. She wasn’t sure which turbulence was worse – the fact that he had cheated on her or the almost dismissive way he apologized for it when he was caught. Sandra had though she loved Phillip, and that he loved her. Now nothing was certain.

She had left the apartment without telling Phillip where she was going; though she made sure he saw how she was dressed. She was in her black dancing dress. Its low, collar-less V neckline showed just a little more than proper for formal occasions. The elastic, satiny fabric hugged the swells of her breasts and hips, the seamless body flaring into a slightly frilly skirt, also too short for the most polite of company. She had no bra on that night – something else she made sure Phillip had seen. Delicate looking black three inch heels barley covered her feet and matched her tiny purse – just big enough for a compact, a lipstick, a key, a few bills, and a rolled up diaphragm. She slammed the apartment door behind her, shoes clicking, long fiery red hair streaming behind her as she strode purposefully down the hall. She rode the taxi alone, across town.

Sandra had come to this club to even the score – find someone, show Phillip how it felt to be betrayed. It was stupid, she knew, but she didn’t care at the moment. She knew Phillip had at least some jealousy in him, and wanted to hurt him, as she was hurt. And she’d had no trouble finding guys who wanted to dance with her, buy her drinks, and, she was sure, take her home. Most of them she’d never look at twice. Others were so full of themselves there could never be room for anyone else. There were the oppressive, the desperate, the sleazes, the operators, the actors, the too-innocent, the not-innocent-enough. Sandra managed to find an excuse to reject all of them as the evening wore on.

“One more round, and then I’ll go home,” she thought, looking at her reflection, but deep down she already knew she wouldn’t find what she thought she was looking for here. She’d already begun thinking about if and how things could or should be patched up with Phillip, if that’s what they both wanted.

In flash of motion that took less than a second, the door to the bathroom suddenly opened and closed, letting in a loud blast of music. At the same time the lights were turned off and an instant later, just as Sandra startled from the noise, one hand grabbed her right arm as another clamped over her mouth.

Her eyes opened wide in the sudden darkness and she let out a smothered squeal of surprise and fright. Her own hands dropped the lipstick she had been taking out and grabbed at the arm in front of her. On the edge of panic, she fought to free her mouth so she could scream. In the darkness and her enforced quiet, the lipstick clattering in the sink sounded unnaturally loud.

The hand was strong and didn’t move easily. From just behind her right ear she heard a soft, deeply masculine voice.

“No, this is not what you think. I’ve only covered your mouth so that you would not instantly cry out and run the moment I came in. I am going to remove my hand in just a moment, and you will be free to scream then, or simply tell me to go away. I will. You’ll never hear from me again. I promise it. I know. You have no reason to believe my promise, but there it is. All I ask is that you hear me out for just a minute. You see, I know you. I know why you are here. I can give you what you want.”

After a brief pause to let the words register, the hand disappeared from her mouth. Sandra breathed in deep and almost screamed. But instead, to her surprise, she let out the breath, trembling slightly. After a moment, the hand encircled her left biceps, jut has the other had her right. She stiffened at the touch, but again amazed herself by saying nothing. She was being either very brave, or very stupid. Probably the latter, she told herself. The hands held her gently but firmly. She might be able to break their grip if she really fought, but she might not.

“How did you-? Y…you know me?” she asked, able to keep the quiver she felt out of her voice.

“After a fashion,” the voice replied, this time in her left ear – the change causing her to jump again. “I’ve seen you around here before – women like you. I know what brought you here and what you are looking for. You carry yourself too confidently to be a virgin tired of her status and looking for a white knight to deflower her. You’re too discriminating to be a vixen on the make, and too sad to be here because you want to have a simple fling. You’ve been betrayed by a lover, and are looking to return the favor.” He said these things as statements, not questions.

Sandra started again. He knew!

“But you’ve not been able to convince yourself to go through with it with anyone you’ve seen.”

“No…” (Did she say that out loud, or just think it?)

“You were going to go home soon, and try to make up with – who now?

“Philli-” She cut herself off. Why would she tell this invisible person anything? She could barely make out a backlit silhouette now, behind her in the mirror, illuminated only by the flickering light sneaking in from under the door. He was tall and wide of chest. The outline of his head suggested short straight hair. He was close behind her and she could almost feel the warmth of his body.

“Phillip, then.” There was something slightly accented to his speech, but Sandra had no clue where to place it. “You were going to go back to Phillip and see if you could accept again someone who had betrayed your trust… even your love?”

Sandra nodded, forgetting that he likely could not see that.

“Tell me, is Phillip a good lover?”

“Wh.. what do you mean?”

“I mean, does he treat you like a beautiful woman should be treated.” Sandra gasped as the end of the sentence was accompanied by an electric sensation that ran from her left ear down her spine. An unseen tongue had just licked her on and just behind the earlobe.

“Can he awaken your passion with a touch?” Now, the right hand released her arm and fingers drew lightly along her collar bone and downward, delicately caressing the outside of her breast, trailing down her side to wrap around her hip, fingers gently pressing into the side of her lower belly. Sandra’s right hand quickly reached and covered the stranger’s, half-holding, half gripping it as if to remove it from her.

In the darkness Sandra acutely felt every inch of the motion. Everything that had been touched tingled, and the sensation spread out to warm her body. She inhaled and exhaled deeply again, whispering “No…” as she did. She trembled slightly as she felt a pair of warm lips touch her neck on her right side, just above her shoulder line. They pressed a long kiss there, then two more progressing upward to her right ear. She shivered. How could this invisible intruder have such a strong and immediate effect on her? Was she crazy to just stand here? Was this what she had been looking for all evening?

“Does he please the needs and desires of your flesh before his own? Instead of his own? Has he ever explored the depths and heights of ecstasy he could give to you?” Now the left hand released her other arm. Its fingers first touched her through her skirt on her outer left thigh, just above the hem. They trailed upward, dragging the fabric with them up her thigh until it fell free. The fingers slid lightly across to her belly just above her pubis, then upward over her stomach, between her ribs, until the heel of the hand pressed against her left breast and the fingers slowly rose to curl up and under, cradling it gently.

Sandra had been mouthing “No” quietly in answer to the questions drifting at her from the darkness, her skin goose-pimpling in reaction to the touches it received. But when the hand cupped her breast she gasped again, grabbing at it with her hand.

“Hey! Stop!” She pulled at the hand, which held strong, the motion shaking and jiggling her firm breast in the cupping fingers.

“I’ve told you how you can get me to stop. Tell me to go away and I will. I promise. You don’t have to believe me, but there it is.”

Silence. Sandra still pulled at the left hand, but she said nothing, her mind full of conflicting thoughts. The invisible right hand then slowly slid flat from her hip to her belly, and began slow circles around and around over the smooth, cool fabric of the dress.

At her left ear, between little nibbling kisses, he spoke. “Phillip has squandered and abused his treasures. You are a beautiful, sexy woman. You have a perfectly curved body, a sensuous walk. Your arms and legs are obviously strong, but toned and delicate looking – wondrously elegant and feminine. Your breasts,” the left hand now rubbed the underside of her breast gently back and forth, “are firm, resilient, neither too big to hold nor too small to escape notice. You have a smooth, perfect belly that makes men long to take you and fill you with themselves.”

Sandra’s breathing quickened. She felt herself slowly melting into the touch of this unseen man. Her back was now pressed against his hard chest, her buttocks just brushing against his upper thigh. She felt her heart pound, thought she could hear it louder than the muted sounds of dance music filtering through the door. The lips now pressed up and down the very back of her neck, tongue trailing wetly over the first vertebrae of her spine before meeting the neckline of her dress. The tongue then moved in slow circles around her neck, mimicking the hand circling her belly. The second hand now also started circling around her left breast, never quite touching the nipple, but stroking the, sides, top, and bottom through the sheer dress. It occasionally broke to travel the length of her side down to her hip and back before resuming its tantalizing circuit.  Sandra realized that her hands still held the thick wrists as they moved around her body. Not knowing what else to do with them, she kept them there.

“Women like you need to be made love to, to have your bodies, and the rest of you, treated properly. You are beings of passion. You need to be allowed the wanton expression of your inner-most self.” The words breathed in her ears. The hands switched, left taking her belly over without break, right moving to cradle then circle her right breast now. Sandra let out a small sigh or moan. It was so quiet she couldn’t tell. Her knees began to feel weak.

“Tell me your name, my beauty.”

Before she could even think about it, she did.

The hand circling her belly made her skin feel hot. She felt the motions slowly move lower. Now below her belly button, now just above her pubis, now gliding over the top of her covered thatch.  Her grip on the wrist tightened, as if to slow or stop it.

“Wait… no….” she said, but the hand did not stop. Lower still until the fingers began dipping between her legs, causing the fabric of her skirt to tickle her thighs as the fingers and palm began to pass over her mound.

“Of course not,” The voice said in reassuring tone, “You still don’t want to betray the trust of your lover – Phillip. What would he think knowing that another man was stirring these feelings in you? What would he think if he knew another could awaken parts of you he never dreamed existed.”

“Please… stop…” It was what she had been thinking earlier – only not quite so – intense – as this! Sandra didn’t think her ‘revenge’ could (should?) be so…

“Why should you not know what it is to be truly fulfilled. You owe Phillip, the betrayer, what exactly? And if not him… Tell me this is not what you want. Tell me to go away and I will.”

“Please… Ohhh!”

The left hand swept down, now, below Sandra’s hem, and then back up. The thumb hooked under the short skirt and drew it up with the hand, which slid between her slightly parted legs to gently cup her covered pussy. Sandra almost fell back, but he was there, sturdy and unmoving, behind her. All she did was lean heavily back into his chest and waist. Her buttocks pressed up against a clothing-covered hardness, and she shuddered at the combined sensations.

Sandra said “go away” in her mind, but her mouth only whispered “Ggodd…” She shivered as the hand cupping her pussy began circling slowly. She realized with shock that her panties were damp. The sliding of her labia against each other and the satiny fabric of her panties as the hand moved indicated just how wet she was. She gave a little moan, increasing volume as the right hand finally grazed her right nipple and began to tease the most sensitive part of her breast. The nipple quickly hardened to the seemingly magic touch. The mouth moved forward to her collarbone and under her chin. Sandra felt her head tilt back to rest on a firm shoulder as the lips and tongue devoured and tasted her.

“I know, Sandra.”

For an instant, she panicked. How did he know her name? Yes, she had told him. God, she was shaking all over. And hot. And more turned on than ever before in her life.

“I know how to give everything you need.”

“Mmnnoo…aaooohh,

The hands switched again. Now the left nipple received its due attention. The right hand slid all the way down, then up under the skirt, over her covered pussy and bush to the top of her panties, slipping under the elastic until the warm fingers at last touched the moist flesh of her womanhood. Sandra’s brief protest gave way to a sigh as one strong finger slid down over each of her labia, while a third between them rubbed over her clitoral hood and dipped in between her nether lips.

Sandra was awash in pleasure. She had not really known just how aroused she was until that first intimate touch. Now she realized she was suddenly almost ready to cum.

“Oh God.  Please… sloww- not-ooohhh.”

The fingers moved – combination of pressing and lifting, and sliding up and down her slit. The middle digit dragged wetly against her emerging, hardening clit with each tiny movement. Her hips rocked automatically with the motion, rotating her pelvis forward, trying to increase the sensation. Her knees bowed outward slowly, without her realizing.

“It is alright, Sandra love,” He murmured into her throat, “You can let yourself go. You are safe. No one will disturb you, no one will hear. No one will know but us. You are capable of more than you can imagine.”

Sandra hissed as the middle finger dipped deep into her simmering, pussy, and then back out and up across her slit to begin short rapid circles over her sensitive button. Just there. That was enough.

“Ah! Aaaah!  Oh! MmMMoohh!” She shook in climax, the familiar spasms making her body quake. She felt her inner muscles clasp and release, heard her breath catch. It was not the most intense orgasm – it was almost gentle, rolling – but it did feel like the shortest time it had ever taken her to cum. As she shook, the left hand gently pinched her nipple, the right hand slid back so that the middle finger was inside her and the others splaying her labia, and the mouth was gently sucking and licking at her throat.

As she slowly came down, glowing from the climax, the voice spoke again.

“That was beautiful Sandra. I felt everything. Your body is like the finest instrument any musician could ever hope to play. You are truly something special. I will show you more.”

Still in the afterglow, Sandra did not fully comprehend the words. What more was there? With Phillip, if she came first, her ‘turn’ was over, and it was his time.

She was mulling this when she felt him quickly sink down behind her, the fabric of his clothes sliding along the back of her dress. In a swift motion, he gripped her panties and pulled them down as his knees reached the floor, drawing the damp silk down her legs to her ankles before she could protest.

“What?! Stop! No!” She made to push away from the sink and escape, but the strong, steady hands slid up her legs to hold her under her dress before she could.

“Sandra, I have so much to show you, if you will let me.” His voice was now low, behind her, but gentle, patient. “Lean forward against the sink. Step your right foot up and right. Good. Now the left. Beautiful.”

Her hair falling forward, almost over her face made Sandra realize with surprise that she had complied with all of these commands. She had stepped out of her panties, and her legs were now a little more than shoulder width apart. She could feel hot breath on the backs of her slightly spread thighs, the motion cooling her wet and open (and exposed!) pussy. She heard him breathe in through his nose, deeply inhaling the scent of her arousal. The sound sent a tremor up her spine.

“Now, Sandra, I will not be able to speak for a little while. But during that time consider this. Consider whether your lover can do this for you.”

“Do what?” escaped her lips before she could stop what she felt was a stupid question, but stupid or not, it was immediately answered as a face pressed up into the space between her legs.

“OhGOD! AAAAaaahhhhh!”

A strong nose pushed between the cheeks of her ass, lips pressed against the sensitive spot where her legs met, and then a tongue snaked slowly up, up, up, and into her slit. It was long – longer than what she knew as ‘normal’ – and writhed like the living thing it was. Sandra’s back stiffened and arched, and she reflexively raised her ass and pressed back to give the tongue greater access. It obliged, sliding up and down, over and inside her slit. She stretched further, and it could now reach all the way to her quivering clit. The contact caused her to jump and cry out.

She started moaning then, quietly but steadily. The strong hands now slid up and down her buttocks and legs. Down to her calves and up her inner thighs as she trembled. Her hips began to rotate and rock back and forth as the tongue and lips did things familiar yet strange and new – scary and incredibly exciting.

“Ooooh… ooooo… ooooo…” She began cooing. She rode the rising waves of pleasure, for what seemed like hours, or was it just an instant? The tongue danced across her most private parts, circling, dipping into her. She felt her own juices flowing freely, dripping in thin rivulets down her thighs and legs, do doubt completely covering the unseen strangers face. Her wide-open eyes still saw little. Dimly she could make out a shadowy ghost that was her face. She almost did not recognize herself – the barely visible, open-mouthed expression of lust on it was almost frightening to her. Almost.

“Oooahh… AAaaahh…AAAaahhh…. AiiieeEE!” Slowly – there was no concept of time now- the coos gave way to more incoherent sounds as the fingers and mouth drove her inexorably to a second, greater climax.  She felt this one start at her toes and follow the pattern of his moving hands up to her pussy where it exploded into something else altogether. The tongue scraped her clit and dove deep into her.

“Yesssss YyyyyYYYAAAAHhh! HhhaaaAAANHhh!  OOOHHNN!” Sandra came a second time, crying out incoherently as her inner muscles clutched at the invading tongue and unseen fingers that teased her buttocks and the bud of her asshole. She saw flares of light in the darkness around her and shook with the power of it. The dark shape behind her stayed where it was, tongue quivering in her as she surged and rode it out, only gradually subsiding to pants and gasps with each of his small intimate movements.

She shuddered again as the long tongue finally withdrew from her and the dark stranger rose, his body sliding up against Sandra’s upturned, exposed derriere – her skirt probably was hiked up and resting around her waist, and Sandra was grateful for the darkness. Imagining how obscene she would look in the light, she felt a shudder of embarrassment ripple through her.

The phantom hands never left her body, gliding as the presence behind her rose, moving up under her dress, which bunched along her back and sides until both hands circled around the naked flesh of her breasts, held there by the snug elastic fabric of the dress front. Sandra was still bet over the sink, legs and knees still parted from the mind-blowing cunnilingus. She jumped a little as he stood up fully. A hot, hard presence pressed up along her slit.

“Sandra, the taste of you is exquisite – like nectar from a goddess.” Even through her unprecedented state of arousal, she felt herself blush and shiver at the words.

“Yes. You should know how truly desirable – and delectable – you are. Does Phillip know? Can he make you feel like that with his mouth? With his words? He doesn’t even know you can climax twice, given the proper attention?”

“Noo…”

“You didn’t know that either?”

“No…yes. Once when- Oh!” The hands began to knead her breasts, occasionally catching a hard nipple between a pair of fingers and pinching or pulling it, making her gasp.

The one time she’d cum twice had been with Phillip – not really with him, actually. He had brought her off with his mouth and fingers – efficiently, if not enthusiastically, and had then made passionate love to her for longer than usual. Enough to keep her arousal high and rising until he came, at which point, after some sweet but brief kissing and cuddling, he had rolled off to sleep. She had still been inflamed, however, and secretly, quietly, brought herself off an amazing second time, right next to him on their bed. The need to be quiet and still had made it even more arousing at the time.

“How sensitive you are Sandra. You have taught me so much about yourself already in our short time together.  How much of this as Phillip learned in all your time together? Tell me Sandra, have you ever climaxed while Phillip – or any other lover – has been inside you?”

Sandra shuddered. “No.” It was a long time fantasy of hers to know how that felt. But a penis inside her, while pleasant, was never enough stimulation. At best, Phillip made her cum first. At worst, intercourse only left her aroused and edgy when Phillip was finished – not once had he ever… attended… her after he was done. As for other lovers… well, Phillip had been the first and only. Until now.

“You would like to know how that feels, wouldn’t you. To feel your deepest self embrace your lover in the heights of pleasure…” The rod of flesh pressed up against her pussy began dragging back and forth between her soaked lower lips.

“Ooohh.. Nnnnooo…nnn” A small part of her mind reprimanded her for not being stronger, for not being able to speak more than vague words of protests or lust-addled nonsense. But this voice was not being listened to, and the rest of her secretly thrilled at the abrogation of control.

“You don’t want to feel that? Two words, and I am gone.” The penis drew back just a little further with each rock. The head tickled her clit, drawing back toward her vulnerable entrance a little more each time.

“No.. Doonn’t…. Please…Sssstop…” Sandra didn’t move. Her hands gripped the sink, legs tense, eyes now pinched shut.

“No, Sandra. You want this. You need me.”  The head slid back almost to her open, ready labia. Her mind screamed Go Away! Go Away! GO AWAY! but her mouth refused to say it.

“Goohhh…Nooo. NNOOhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuUUUhhh!!” In one fluid motion, the cockhead divided her inner lips and slid slowly in. Her cry of protest turned into a hard exhalation of breath as the full length slid into her.  The stranger’s cock was different than Phillip’s. Phillip’s had a bulging head that seemed to pop almost audibly into her whenever he first penetrated. This one had a smaller tapered head, almost pointed, that slid in easily. The shaft thickened along its length until, at the base it was a bit thicker than Phillip’s was. She could tell so by the filling, extra-stretched feeling that grew as he sank into her. But the real shock was the length. Phillip was a ‘respectable 7 inches’ long – in his own words. This one was something more. Where she would normally feel Phillip’s stomach press against her ass, this cock kept coming.  Sliding in further and further until she was almost out of breath.  The twin sensation of her shadow lover’s pelvis pressing into her rear and of his cockhead pressing into the very end of her tight tunnel was both frightening and incredibly erotic.

“Oh. God! Phillip!” Sandra cried, then gasped at what she had said.

“No, Sandra, not Phillip. Phillip cannot give you what I can. Let me show you.”

“Oh, Please… Nooo. Ohhmygod. hhhhhhhh.  Ohnooo… hhhhAYYH!” The long, member slid slowly almost all the way out and all the way back in. Then it withdrew part way, and seemed to wiggle slightly as the shadowy shape adjusted position behind her. The angle of the penis changed, and pressed oddly into her for a moment, dragging back and forth until…something electric shot through her. An intense wave of erotic pleasure surged through her pussy and up her spine, connecting with her breasts and shooting back down.

“YYyyAA! AAH! AH!” She yelped as the cock teased and poked at the spot, and stroked shallowly on and off it.

“That, my dear Sandra, is what has been called the ‘G-spot’ by the less romantic. Not all women have them in a place as easy to reach as yours. But with you I suspected correctly. Does it feel good, Sandra? Have you felt its like before?”

“Yessss.. AH! No..UH! Ohgod! OHhhh!” The cock quickly dove all the way into her then came back to tease her magic spot again. It was incredible. Sandra was almost overloaded with raw pleasure, and realized with terrible wonder she was rapidly climbing again towards orgasm. The cock continued to tickle her, sometimes sliding all the way in, filling her completely, once, twice, three times, before pulling back and sparking her again. She gasped and groaned, unable to fully catch her breath. Her body was frozen, open and lewdly thrust back, unable or unwilling to move, lest the fantastic connection be broken.

“You feel it coming again, Sandra love. I can see it now. I can feel it rumble deep in your belly. You will cum with your lover deep inside you, filling you completely.”

Her eyes snapped open and stared into the mirror. Yes, she could barely make out a face. Strong lines. Handsome? Maybe, she thought. Then  lightning struck inside her and she screamed, stiffening  her legs and arching her back as her pussy clamped down on the cock pushing one more time all the way in.

“AAEEEIIIEEE! AH! AAA! AAAHH AAAEEIEEE!” She couldn’t stop. She was so completely full, cumming around the hard cock, buried all the way in her. It was glorious. It was perfect and beautiful. Her pussy fairly flowed with her own cream. Her inner muscles squeezed and milked the pulsing flesh embedded within her. Her nipples throbbed as they were caressed and pinched. Her whole body shook. It lasted almost forever. It almost stole her consciousness and her sanity, but in the end left both barely intact. Her mind and body buzzed in the aftermath, still quaking and spasming erratically every few seconds.

“Oh. My. God.” She said, panting “What… did you do?”

“Released you, in a way, by beauty. Helped you to experience that which you so much desired.” He paused, and they breathed for a while together, intimately locked, not moving. He broke the silence with “Now, if I may, I wish to indulge in your wondrous body for myself. Just for a brief moment.”

“What do y–oooOOOoooooooo. Ooohh,” Sandra cooed again as the dark stranger withdrew and began thrust into her in a more conventional motion. It felt good – very good even, but just enough to keep her sexual glow sustained. Shocks of her after-cum still zapped her every now and then, but he was – fucking – her now for mostly his own pleasure. She felt his heavy testicles swing up and tap on her clit and mound with each thrust. The hands left her breasts and slid down to firmly grasp her waist, pulling her back onto him as he stroked forward.

“My dearest Sandra,” he said, voice now slightly strained, more gruff, “Are you on the pill?”

“Nnnoo-WHAT? No! STOP! Get out of me! UH!” The struggled for a moment, and the cock slammed into her hard once, bumping her cervix and knocking her breath out for a second.

“Do not worry, my dear. I needed to ask. I am not wearing a condom.” Sandra gasped. He spoke quickly, calmly. “Are you worried I might not be healthy? I can assure you I am as ‘clean’ as can be. You do not have to believe me, but there it is. Two words and you won’t have to worry about it at all. I am the one taking a risk, I have assumed you are healthy.” He paused for a few pounding heartbeats. “Are you worried about other things? Pregnancy?”  The penis again slowly began to slide out, then back in.

“Yyesss. I don’t want to get p…pregnant. Oohh Stoooooop.”

“Are you at the right time of the month for that?”

“Yes. Oh, God I think so. Ohh. Don’t. Please.”

“You know how to get me to stop. But then, I have one more idea. It is, in the end a fine way to complete our exploration of desires and needs. Have you ever taken Phillip in your ass?”

“My a- NO! Oh God no! Not there!” Phillip had tried it a couple times, but she’d usually chickened out. The last time, she had let him begin, but the fat head of his prick hurt as it pressed into her tiny anal opening and she made him stop. He had been angry with her for a few days after that.

“Why not Sandra? It is not so difficult a thing. And I know you are capable of getting pleasure from it – if it is done properly. Everything about you tells me so.”

“Please, ooooooh No.”

“This is how it will be, Sandra, and there is not that much time left. You feel so heavenly wrapped around me, holding me, squeezing me. Too good for me to last very long. Either I finish deep inside you where I am now, or we try this one last thing. You must decide soon. And no decision keeps me right here.” He gave a hard shove for emphasis, and she felt the head of his long cock knock against the entrance to her womb. Sandra shuddered, knowing the time of the month, and cursing for simply having brought her diaphragm along instead of pre-inserting it. She thought for a panicked few seconds as he filled her once, twice, three times, four times. She might already be too late…

“Please don’t do this. Ooohh. Please let me goooooooh.”

Silence, except for the wet sounds of fucking and the distant booming of music. She felt a flutter deep within her. She felt so vulnerable. She couldn’t let him cum in her pussy. She knew with dread certainty what the likely result would be.

But why didn’t she send him away? This stranger had truly given her what she sought – and then some. She felt strangely more free and complete as a woman than ever before. She owed this intruder nothing after all – even if she accepted his advances after all – didn’t she? Again, her mind cried GO AWAY! Instead she whispered:

“My ass.”

His motions paused, “What, my love?”

Louder, “You can…(oh god)… come into.. my ass.’

“Yes, my love. I will.” And the long phallus slid slowly from her pussy. It disappeared for a few moments, and she trembled as she felt his right hand release her hip, move between her legs, and start coating its fingers with her own juices, tickling her drooling slit while doing so. The lubricated fingers stole up behind her and into the cleft of her ass, there to spread her honey between her cheeks and on her tight anal ring. Her breath caught as the process was repeated and a finger gently prodded her clenched nether muscle. Then the hand returned to her hip as she felt the tip of the cock nestle into crack of her ass, head pressing slowly into her sphincter. She trembled.

“No… Please don’t hurt me. uh! Don’t do it.”

“Yes I will do it Sandra, Now relax yourself. Let your tension go. Let me in.”

“No… No. I- Uh! UH! NUH! NUU!! hhhhhhhuhh! Noooohhh” His hand had left her hip again, this time coming around front, under her. A finger flicked her sensitive clit hard – enough to make her jump, but not enough to be painful. With each flick, her muscles spasmed – contracting and relaxing, each for an instant. Each time she relaxed, the tapered cockhead pressed into her dilating anus, pushing further a fraction at a time. Realization of this hit Sandra on the third, and on the fourth little jolt, the head pushed all the way in. And now the tapered shaft was slowly, slowly sliding into her anal passage. The hand left her pussy to reassert itself on her hip and help pull her back onto the rigid pole.

“Yessss Sandra, you’re sweet pussy was marvel itself, but your ass is also a wonder. So fine and firm. So tight. I can feel you trying to stop me from entering you, but I cannot stop. Not until I have you – and you have me – completely.”

“Ohhhhh Nooo. Stop. It hur- ohh I have to go!”

“No Sandra, that’s me inside you. Do not worry, the feeling is perfectly natural. Aaahh….there. I am all the way inside.” And he was. She felt his pubic bone press against her ass. He was buried to the root. She felt incredibly full and bloated, like she really did have to go. Her small, ineffectively flexing anal ring muscle was now stretched wide around the intruding cock. She breathed heavily, almost as exhausted from this last impalement as from everything else that had happened so far. Now the phallus withdrew. It felt like she was making the biggest bowel movement of her life, and reflexively bore down to push it out. But then the movement reversed and it came back in, refilling her despite her internal pushing.

“Oooaaahhhhh-Hhhhhhhhhuuuuu!” he did it again. It was the strangest thing she’d ever felt. But it didn’t hurt. In fact, it almost felt good.

“Stand up, Sandra,” said the stranger, moving his hands to her shoulders and gently pulling back.  The penis withdrew almost all the way, then slid fully in again, forcing a low moan from her as she stood straight. Her dress fell almost back into place, except where the cock in her ass prevented it. The voice was back at her ear, hoarse, almost whispering.

“Ahhhh. That feels so good. It does to you too, I can hear. Now my love we can do this one last thing.” He took her left hand, now hanging limply at her side, and placed it on her left breast, then covered her right breast with his hand, and started massaging it. He then reached around, withdrawing and burying his cock in her once more, to take her right hand in his left and bring them both under her skirt to her dripping pussy. Here he guided her fingers along her slit and across her clit. He did not touch her directly – but rather guided her in her own touching of her.

“Sandra, you know how to pleasure yourself?” The long cock emptied and then re-filled her rear.

“Yessss…”

“You do it on occasion – even now.”

“Nnn…yes…”

“Yes. Because you know things about yourself that neither Phillip nor I know – or possibly can know. Some secrets are yours alone.”

“Oohhh.. Yes…”

“Sandra, fulfill yourself while I make love to you. I will hold you. I will love your body. Be free, explore the places within you that only you know.” Her rear emptied, then filled oh so slowly.

“Mmmmmmmmm….”

Both hands now released her briefly and moved to her lower waist, holding her there, allowing him to start a slow, building rhythm of thrusting steadily in and out of her anal passage. Sandra registered every strange sensation of her sodomy but was now also becoming lost in her own touch.

“Mmmmnnnnnnn…ssssss”

He was right. Her own hands, once released, instinctively began the intimate self-caress that she had learned over the years would bring her to her own satisfaction. She marveled that this was even possible. She had already cum three – three! times. And she wasn’t even sore – well, almost. She was sensitive beyond her normal capacities – every touch shot sexual sparks from her pussy up through her spine.

She marveled at herself, in the dark, in an almost public place, a stranger’s penis in her behind, and no need to be quiet as she pleasured herself wantonly. And she was not quiet. She moaned and grunted with her own touch and the increasing pace of fucking behind her. Her fingers danced across her pussy and breasts. Sandra’s knees were still open, and now bent a little, her ass jutting and pushing back to meet each thrust from the phallus. Her arched back allowed her to rest her head on the muscular shoulders of her strange lover, and though he had stopped talking she heard his increasingly hard breathing and thrilled to it.

It was his increasing power and pace that controlled things now. Her fingers moved faster to match him, and she felt her own passions rise incredibly again as his movements became fiercer and more erratic. His poise was evaporating, finally carried away by his passion, as he had done so easily with her. He grunted now with his harder thrusts, and she yelped and moaned with the combined onslaught of his cock and her own fingers.

“S.. Sandra… Unh..I- I am going to cum very soon now. Ern! Uf..”

“Yesssssmmmmmm…” Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Until now, no one but Phillip had ever been inside her at all, much less cum in her. This intimacy had even been denied Phillip until she was sure they were falling in love…the bastard. Now she was letting someone else in – in ways Phillip wouldn’t be allowed or even to know. No, maybe he would know. Maybe she would tell him.

“You’re going to cum in… my… asssss…”

“Yes, my love, very – uh-soon. You are so hot. So passionate. You are close again – ah!- yourself. I can hear it in your voice…”

“Yes….loverr… Oh yesss!”

“Ohh, Ssssandra I am boiling.. Rh.. rrrrrrRRRR RRaaaaaAAAGGHHHHHH!” His head buried in the hair falling around her shoulders as he let out a deep animal growl and slammed into her one last time. Sandra’s eyes flew wide as she felt her rear opening stretched yet further as the planted cock swelled and pulsed. Her own fingers never stopped and she was on the edge herself. A deep throb in her guts was accompanied by an upward surge of the stranger’s hips, as if he could shove himself still further into her. She felt, she thought, deep within her a gooey warmth begin to spread. He was cumming into her.

Her own hands reacted immediately, her fingers grasped a nipple and her clit, pinched and pulled the way she had taught herself. The sensation was sharp, charged, just this side of too much. But it was guaranteed to send her exactly where she wanted – needed to go. Now her dark lover’s hips thrust up again, his cock injecting her with another surge of semen. The feeling spread through her, passing between the barrier between her ass and pussy, connecting with her own singing clit, shooting up through her breasts, into her brain.

Sandra came. Her scream drowned out the lower growls of her lover as he filled her with his seed, his own orgasm heightened by Sandra’s strong clenching anal muscles. Colors swam in her vision as she spasmed and shook, held standing only by vice-like hands on her waist and the rigid, jetting cock in her ass. Every cell vibrated with ecstasy. She was the embodiment of Sex, the incarnation of Pleasure. Tears streaked her face as she shook uncontrollably. It went on and on – the hips grinding into her, the filling of her bowels, the teasing of her most private flesh. The air around her hummed. Perhaps she even blacked out for a second, the head-rush feeling blending seamlessly with her climax. She drew in big heaving breaths, matched by the heavy gasps from her finishing lover.

Slowly, as if descending from clouds, they relaxed together.

Sandra let out a final shuddering sigh, her rear muscles squeezing one more time. She heard her dark lover gasp and felt him jump at the sudden pressure. The cock slowly relaxed and subsided, still buried in her ass. The deflating feeling was another strange sensation to Sandra, who could not suppress a giggle. The squirmy sensation caused more reflexive squeezing and the softening cock was slowly pushed out. The big hands now slid around her body once more, right resting on her belly, left between her breasts as he held her gently against him. His head still rested on her shoulder. She turned hers toward it and their lips found each other in the darkness.

Their first kiss, through stray strands of her hair, was passionate and wondrous – like everything else this night. Sandra detected her own intimate taste on his lips, and scent on his face, mixed with his faint, spicy cologne. The kiss lasted for a long time, barely broken by Sandra drawing her hair away and turning to face her lover for the fist time. Her arms encircled his broad shirted torso, as his enveloped her smaller frame and allowed her dress to fall fully back into place.

Slowly, she became again aware of the world around her. The beat of music outside their small, dark world rolled on. Her breathing was normal. She was kissing and holding a complete stranger – one who had showed her things about herself she would never forget. One who had changed her. Finally she broke their kiss and leaned back against the sink. She could make out a little more of his face. It was handsome. She found she wanted to see more.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

His hands ran up and down her arms, one cupped her chin. “No, Sandra. Thank you.”

They stared into each other’s shadowy eyes for a minute. A small smile on both their lips, a searching expression on Sandra’s face.

He released her then, and she heard more than saw him draw his pants up his legs and fasten them.

“Who are you?” She finally asked. The question had been trying to surface for the last moments.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes… No! Wait! Ah!”

But he was gone. Just like he had appeared, he disappeared from the small room in a second, unlocking, and slipping out the door in a fluid motion, flipping the light on as he left and momentarily blinding Sandra. She almost ran after him there and then, but stopped herself after the first step reminded her that her slick pussy was bare under her short dress. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw her thighs glistened with her own cream, and the liquid sensation in her ass betrayed a small leak of the stranger’s cum from there. She couldn’t leave the room like that.

Sandra stepped to the door and locked it – correctly this time. She realized with a chuckle that turning it right, as she had when she came in, did not in fact cause the lock to catch. Turning it left, as she did now, did. If she had been paying attention – she looked at her watch and gasped – almost two hours ago! – this whole…event… would never have happened.

Sandra used the facilities, and cleaned and collected herself, in a slight daze. Her panties were unsurprisingly dry now, having been off for so long, and serviceable enough, thanks to the relatively clean nature of this less trafficked bathroom. She put them back on and looked at herself in the mirror for a short time – not bothering with makeup other than to clean up obvious streaks or smears. As she reached down for her tiny purse, her hand almost knocked the small card off the sink. It was business card size, but all it had on it was a handwritten phone number.

She smiled to her reflection. She felt alive, adventurous. She was the same as before, yet also somehow new. Somehow free.

She took a deep breath and left the small side bathroom, squinting into the blasting sound and flashing lights of the dance floor. She walked slowly around the periphery, between the tables one more time. She was tired and going home (home?) but wanted to look around one more time. Maybe she would see him. Maybe he would see her. Maybe others would look at her and recognize what she was, now. She was surprised that she hoped it showed that much.

Near the exit she might have seen him. He was the right size, and his face might have been the same one she had almost seen in the darkness. Their eyes met for an instant, then drifted apart. Recognition? Something else? She could not tell. Sandra left.

The taxi ride to her apartment was uneventful, and she spent it thinking about her life, per present and future. When she stepped into the apartment, she saw Phillip on the couch sleeping in the glow of a late night TV movie. Quietly, she passed into the bedroom, undressed and slipped into bed. Then she got up, donned her seldom-used full pajamas and got back in.

Tomorrow, She and Phillip were going to talk about who was keeping the apartment. It wasn’t going to be him. Tomorrow, she would also be making a phone call. Maybe.