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Nicole Kidman's Encounter 
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

Nicole Kidman is featured on a show about ghostly 
encounters with famous people and shares her horrifying 
experience. (MF, nc, rp, ghost, fantasy, celeb-parody)

***

[Commercial break ends]

[Announcer:] We now return to our show.

[Fade in. A spooky graveyard is shown, accompanied by 
equally chilling music.]

[Voice-over:] Welcome back to Otherworldly Encounters Of 
The Rich And Famous. I'm your host, Lon Chaney, IV.

If you're just tuning in, Gary Coleman and Jim Nabors 
shared their encounters with the unknown in pre-recorded 
interviews.

But Gary Coleman and Jim Nabors are not only famous 
figures to have brushes with the dark side...

Live from our studio today, we have well-known and 
critically-acclaimed actress Nicole Kidman. Once, even 
she endured a harrowing experience with a being - or 
beings... from the other side. In an Otherworldly 
Encounters Exclusive, Ms. Kidman is going to relate her 
encounter with us.

[Fade in to actress Nicole Kidman sitting in a simple 
room, dimly lit.

Nicole's long, wavy red hair trails around her 
beautiful, youthful face and down her shoulders. She is 
dressed casually in tight blue jeans, a tighter medium-
colored tank top clinging to her abundant bosom and 
outlining her dark-colored bra under an open long-
sleeved peach-colored button-down shirt. She is 
unsmiling, serious-looking, but her blue eyes seem to 
twinkle in the dim light.]

[Nicole:] Ummm, it was sometime in 2001. This was before 
I became divorced from Tom - my ex-husband, the 
brilliant actor, Tom Cruise.

I had been looking for a new place to live with my 
boyfriend - the man I was cheating on Tom with during 
our marriage - and finally found this lovely house in 
the country, very quaint and beautiful. The landscape 
surrounding it was breathtaking, with meadows and 
fields, so beautiful.

So we had moved in and I was finally settling in. My 
boyfriend was away at the time.

I was in my bedroom - OUR bedroom - setting something up 
on my night stand.

[A brief re-enactment shows Ms. Kidman similarly 
clothed, in a dark blue, button-down shirt opened, an 
even tighter baby blue halter under it - showing even 
more cleavage then she was showing in the studio 
interview - braless, her large bosom heaving under the 
ribbed fabric, her nipples fat and stiff, and a pair of 
skintight blue jeans, showing off her firm thighs and 
medium/large-sized butt. Ms. Kidman confirmed this was a 
replica of the exact same outfit she wore during the 
actual event. She had the clothes she originally worn 
burned, unable to look at or touch them again.]

[Nicole:] The sun was streaming into the room warmly and 
brightly, a breeze blowing the diaphanous curtains ever 
so gently, the sounds of birds chirping outside my 
window soothing. It was a beautiful day...

Then suddenly the room grew startlingly cold. I 
shivered, hugging my arms, feeling the goosebumps 
running up and down them. The room FELT darker too. It's 
hard to explain why I felt that, since the same amount 
of sunlight still shone into the room. And I knew the 
cold air hadn't blown in threw the window, the curtains 
hardly moving.

I began to feel uneasy. I looked around nervously. 
Everything SEEMED so normal.

Then the bedroom door slammed shut. I jumped, letting 
out a small shriek. My heart was racing, I held my hand 
to my chest, as if that would calm it.

When I felt able to, I moved to the door. I turned the 
knob. It refused to open. And there was no lock on the 
door.

I pulled hard, rattling it. It was of no use.

The room seemed to grow colder still. I rubbed my arms 
vigorously to warm them.

I made my way to the window. As I reached it, it slammed 
shut. I shrieked again, my unease and nervousness 
escalating.

I felt I just HAD to get out. I tried to raise the 
window. It wouldn't budge. I tried harder, feeling 
terror rising in my breasts. Becoming irrational, I 
began to pound on the windows hard, though no one was 
around to hear or see me. Strangely, the glass did not 
shatter under my pummeling.

Then the shutters outside the windows slammed shut, 
blocking out most of the light. I hammered on the 
windows harder, screaming at the top of my lungs. I had 
NEVER felt so frightened in my life!

Suddenly I was pulled backwards, towards the middle of 
the room. Something strong held me. I tried to break 
free but the hold was well beyond my strength.

I began to rise into the air, the force still locked 
onto me. Without warning my undershirt was torn off, my 
breasts bouncing wildly as they became exposed. I felt 
the need to cover them, tried to but felt something hold 
my arms back.

I had this sense there may have been more than one of... 
whatever was holding me.

Then my jeans were torn from me, ripped down the seams 
perfectly. All that protected my modesty was a skimpy 
pair of black bikini panties, and soon they too were 
torn off my body.

My full, firm ass was exposed, the cold air in the room 
now raising goosebumps on the plump cheeks, and my 
unshaven red-haired (censored) was exposed as well. I 
never in my whole life felt so 
exposed...so...so...vulnerable...

With surprising speed, I was thrown to the bed, face 
down. I was held down as well. I felt something spread 
my legs out as far to the sides as they'd go. I felt a 
pull in my muscles as they reached their limits.

I began to feel something like hands probe my 
(censored). When I looked back I saw nothing though. But 
I sure felt it.

The "hands" left my (censored). Time seemed to stand 
still. I could only hear my harsh breathing. I waited 
with bated breath to find out what would happen next...

Finally, it happened.

Something rammed into my (censored) with great force. 
"OH (censored)!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

It... it felt like... a man's (censored)... It was a tad 
bigger than Tom's - my ex-husband, the famous actor - 
and was bigger than my present lover's. It was also too 
thick for my small (censored).

It rammed in and out of me painfully. I was surprised it 
didn't tear straight up through my body with the force 
used.

I was sobbing heavily now, the pain overwhelming. Part 
of me felt like fainting but the abuse was so great it 
continuously jarred my senses.

My throat was hoarse from all the screaming, my face 
tear-streaked, my eyes red and puffy - I could see it in 
the small hand mirror on my night stand.

Whatever the (censored) (censored) )censored) was it 
seemed to pound me ceaselessly for hours. And it was 
hours when I looked at my watch when the ordeal had 
finally stopped.

My (censored) was in so much pain and torn up. Blood 
pooled on the bed between my legs. I couldn't (censored) 
for MONTHS after that.

When I finally felt I had the strength, I lifted myself 
up from the bed and dragged myself to the bedroom door, 
blood now running down my thighs. The door opened with 
ease. I left the bedroom, finding myself able to move 
faster as I left the house, nearly naked, my breasts, 
buttocks and (censored) exposed still but I didn't give 
a bloody (censored) anymore.

I ran and I ran until I made it to another house. The 
kind people there called me an ambulance and I was 
rushed to the hospital.

...of course I couldn't stay there...at that house...in 
that...room... I moved out, leaving all my things 
behind, never to return again...

[Ms. Kidman looked away from the camera, not speaking 
another word. Fade to black...] 

THE END
	
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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