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(MF, oral, anal, bd, sci-fi) *** Author Note: This little story is a fan fiction based on the excellent comic Promethea. I do not own the setting and all credit to the ones that do. This story is just written for fun and is not a challenge against any form of copyrights. *** There exists more than one plane of existence. Most people don't realize this, but it is true. The densest layer of reality is the one we usually live in, the one in which you are probably sitting in, reading this. The material world. This is the world of banks and bills and President Bush`s continued war on terror. This is what most people think of when they think reality. However there exists another plane, a world of wonder and imagination. Actually this world is imagination. The Inmateria is the sum of human ideas, longing, dreaming and fantasy. Some of the layers of the Inmateria is filled whit symbols, Gods and archetypes. Others are filled whit the beings that live in nursery rhymes and children`s hoer on TV. Whenever someone get an idea, whenever a book of fiction is written, it springs to life in the Inmateria, the world of fantasy. Most people think of the Inmateria as only a place of fancy daydreams, they have their goals, their favorite movies and their limited ideas, but beyond that the world of wonder is closed to them. However the delicate rose of the Imateria opens its petals to authors, and poets, film makers and dreamers, everyone whit an active imagination. During the last half a century a new past time have appeared, that of playing role playing games. In it the players taking on a fictional persona and journeying into another world than our own. The players of such games in fact visit the Inmateria, their imagination creating for them the shell of a character to interact whit the world in this land of the imagination. Role players are particularly liked by the rose of the Inmateria, and it frequently bloom for their enjoyment. Like I said, some people are more connected to the Inmateria than others, some can even enter it physically, or perhaps they only dream that they do. It do not matter, this is the story of a meeting in this world of wonder, but was it real, or just a fantasy? Who can say? The girl was more than a little chubby, one could even say she was fat. Her skin was pale, almost white her face sort of pretty whit large green gray eyes and pouty lips. Her hair was sort and black, obviously not her real hair color, non-whit such light colored skin could have black hair. The girl sat on a rock, looking out over a waste ocean. The water she was looking at was purple in color and the focus of the girl`s attention was a small pack of sea monsters that gracefully glided across the weaves, their long necks above the surface, their eyes searching for birds to make a meal of. The girl smiled and stood, as she did her body changed, becoming more of an idealized version of her appearance, the body slimming down, her hair growing longer, the green in her eyes defeating the gray. Stripes of white appeared in the long lush curls and the girl now more than anything resembled a fantasy sorceress. Picking up her bag from beside the rock she had been sitting on the girl removed a small, elaborate vial from the lather bag and went to collect some of the purple water of the Fairytale Lake for later use during one of her rituals. The girl never completed her task however, for she heard the sound of a twig braking behind her, which was the only warning she got before a strong man`s hand closed itself over her lips, and an arm coiled around her waist, holding her still. The young man did not know how he had gotten to this strange place whit red threes and a purple lake. He had been reading a book one moment, and the next he knew he was here. But he knew one thing, the laws of human society surly did not apply in this strange world of fiction. Here he could do anything he imagined. It was about the same time as he had gotten tat idea that he had seen the girl by the lake, and an evil idea had formed on his mind. He was pretty sure this was a dream, it could be nothing else, and if he was in a lucid dream right now, he could have his fun whit the girl and none would blame him, after all it was is dream, so the young man had suck closer and finally grabbed the girl witch had offered little resistance. Whit a grunt of effort the young man tosses his captive to the ground and stand towering over her, his clothes disappearing from his body as his mind begin to form forbidden fantasies. As he did, the world begin to change, the fairytale lake disappears and in its place there is a cruel, old fashioned dungeon, whit whips and chains, hooks and knifes, even a rack. The girl looks afraid for a while, then a smile appear on her face. At first the young woman is frightened as she is manhandled by her unseen attacker and her fantasy world changes. But as she sees the man`s clothing magically disappearing from his body and she sees his growing penis pointing towards her, cold stone under her own naked body and the smell of fear and pain coming from the ancient walls of the torture chamber a smile of lust appear on the girl`s features. How often had she not dreamt of being kidnapped, tortured and raped, it was a little scary she had to admit, being in the middle of the experience, but she could feel warm moistness appearing between her legs. The man before her go to a rickety wooden shelf and retrieves a few items. Returning his attention to the girl he says in a stern voice. "Obey girl, and I will eventually release you, disobey and you will be punished harshly!" The girl nods fearfully. "Yes Sir" She whispers. The man walks over to her and forces a ball gag between her full lips and ties her hands tight behind her back. "To your feet girl, bend over that table." The man orders and pulls the girl to her feet. Afraid of what would happen if she disobeys the woman do as told. Feeling the cold surface of the table against her breasts as she bend over. The young man looks at glorious sight of a woman her hands tied behind her back, bent over a table, displaying herself for him. He takes his hand and begins to stroke his growing erection. On a sudden impulse he decides to hurt his prisoner and reach out to one of the whips hanging from one of the walls. A riding crop and wring it towards the waiting, inviting ass of the helpless woman before him. The whip makes a swishing sound in the air and the girl yelps as the leather impacts whit her tender skin. Again and again the young man swing the whip, brining grunt whimpers from his prisoner. First when her hindquarters was willed whit red bruises and welts do the young man toss the whip away and decide to heed the wishes of his eager penis. Now he wanted to fuck. The girl sobbed slightly from the pain of the whipping as she felt the head of the stranger`s swollen penis at the entrance to her soft, moist pussy. A moment she was frightened, a slight defect the doctors could not figure out made all vaginal sex painful, but she was gaged and could not voice a protest and she could only moan as the young man entered her and begun a violent, hard fuck. Pain shot up from her pussy both making her ill and making her exited, and when her attacker came and she felt hot, warm sperm fill her bowels she could not hold herself anymore and she came to whit a scream that the gag only barely managed to muffle. The young man moaned in pleasure as he emptied himself into his helpless victim`s warm pussy. She obviously liked it for the flesh inside of her begun to pulse and spasm, milking his dick, and her back arched like that of a cat. The man gave an extra few thrusts into the abused pussy and withdrew. Pulling the girl from the table by her hair he forced her down on her knees and all but ripped the gag from her lips. "Clean me bitch!" he ordered and forced his pole of flesh into her face. Dutifully the girl begun to lick the sloppy penis, cleaning her pussy juices and his sperm from his tool. While she did this she made little, cute sounds of pleasure. Then man then pushed her from him and went to the selection of whips again and picked out a heavy leather flogger whit knots in the end. Ordering his victim to lie on her back he begun to flog her breasts. The girl felt it like someone had cut her sensitive breasts whit a knife every time the lash hit her. Soon she was screaming and begging for the pain to stop. Tears flowed down her cheeks. But her attacker paid no heed he simply swung the whip again and again, enjoying the screams and shuddering pleas. The girl twisted on the floor, stretching up her bound hands, and it felt like the torture would never end. However, it eventually did. Seeing the suffering caused by his hands had caused the attacker`s dick to wake up again, and now it wanted another taste of the helpless prisoner`s body. The man tossed the whip aside and roughly grabbed the girl by the hair and forced her up on her hands and knees. Her breasts and butt burned, her pussy was sore. The man begun to play whit her asshole. Pressing one finger into her tender rear entrance, and then fucking her roughly whit it. After a while he removed the finger and placed something else there instead. The young man held the hips of his victim and drove his penis into her ass. The girl screamed once then she begun to moan whit pleasure as the fucked her. The man took his pleasure whit hard, brutal thrusts, from time to time when he wanted a yelp from his victim to cheer him on he would slap her buttocks his hand. His orgasm was violent and delicious, his seeds spread into a warm dark cave. The man withdrew and then grew fascinated by the closing asshole. What a flexible little thing, it could take his penis and soon would be the tight little rose bud it had always been. The rapist begun to wonder what else he would be able to fit in there. Spitting on his fingers he forces first one then two fingers into that delicious little hole, a third finger followed and a forth. Strained whimpers now escaped from his prisoner, and those sounds of discomfort grew to screams as the begun to work in this thumb. The man took some of the wetness leaking from the girl's pussy and lubricated his hand whit it and begun to show. The girl screamed in real pain and whispered weakly. "Please Sir...I cannot take this, it is too painful, please stop." The man understood he was pushing his prisoner behind her limits and he spoke soothingly to her, reassuring her she would be fine. The soothing voice of her attacker calmed the girl and made her relax and the young man managed to get his entire first into her asshole whit a final hard push. The girl screamed and fainted. The man was at first worried he had harmed her too much. But the girl`s pulse was strong and her breathing easy. And beside could one really get harmed in a dream? Slowly the man begun to move his hand, making little fucking motions. This broth the girl back to consciousness, and she begun to fight, screaming in pain. The young man stayed his movements for a while and placed his other hand on the girl`s bound wrists comforting. The girl felt like she was in a world of agony, but the soft, comforting voice of the man torturing her gave her a lifeline, made her tolerate the pain so she could serve, and that gave her an enormous satisfaction. The thrusts became more violent, and finally he man pressed his entire hand in and out of her. Skin brook and small droplets of blood begun to drip from her hurt asshole. Many believe that the deeper fisting go the more painful, but they are wrong, it is the widest part of the hand passing though the opening of the asshole that hurt the worst, and this pain as now overflowing the girl`s every senses. And whit a load moan she fainted again. When the girl woke up, she was again by her magical lake. Her attacker sat beside her offering her a drink of the purple liquid from the lake held in a cup made from red leaves. The girl accepted the water and drank to soothe her throat that was raw from screaming. "Is it over Sir?" The girl asked the stranger, and he nodded. The girl felt both relief and sorrow over this. "It was a pleasure to serve you Sir, I hope you are pleased." The girl whispered and again the man nodded. Then he turned to her and said in soft tones. "One of the best dreams I have ever had girl. But before I wake up, please tell me. What is your name?" The girl smiled. "LadyNecro." She said and finishes the rest of the water in the leaf cup. "And you Sir." The man shrugs. "My dreams are asking my name now? Just call me August." The girl dropped the cup held in her shaking hands. "From the RPG site?" The man begun to nod, then it dawned on his and he looked at the girl in shook. "LadyNecro? The Norwegian girl? How can this be. God I am so sorry are you alright?" The girl nods and gets to her feet. "I am fine, and do not worry, it was only a dream. Just remember dreams sometimes repeat themselves, and who is torturer and who is tortured might change in the next dream." The girl then giggled ad walked unto a yellow road and was gone, leaving the young man to ponder whatever or not it had really been a dream and what the strange dream meant. The he felt someone shaking him and he opened his eyes, he had fallen asleep waiting for his GM to finish whit another player during a Saturday night RPG session. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 74