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A Chance Meeting In The Inmateria
by Slave to Magick (magiker@gmail.com)
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A world of shared fantasy brings both pleasure and
pain as two people meet in the Inmateria to play out
their fantasies. (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
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