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(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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Celebrity Parody Archive