Yet More Joncon, this time somnophilia and recording flavored:

Jon who’s taken to sleeping in the Archives cot, feeling safer there than in his home. Waking up sore and wet every morning. He thinks it’s just from sleeping on the uncomfortable cot. That it’s his dreams that are arousing him (and it’s distressing, because they really should be nightmares, and what is wrong with him, and-). Starting to get oddly bloated. Feeling ill often. Tired all the time. The symptoms don’t resolve and his stomach gets bigger and bigger and his breasts are sensitive and swelling and he’s craving the strangest foods and he doesn’t understand. What at first felt like a bizarre, paranoid thought starts seeming more and more likely until finally he cracks and takes a test. Discovers to his horror that he’s three months pregnant even though he hasn’t slept with anyone in years (maybe ever).

A few days later he gets a mysterious email from an unknown sender that’s just a link. He clicks it and it takes him to a porn site that’s just full of months of videos of him being raped in the cot while he sleeps. He can’t recognize his attacker’s face cause it’s blurred, he’s not even totally sure if it’s the same person. Their voice is distorted too but he can hear what they’re saying loud and clear. Saying he’s such a good slut, what a nice cocksheath he is. How much more pleasant he is to deal with like this. Whenever he cums with a soft sleepy cry and they say what a good little whore he is, that he should be grateful they’re so generous, letting him cum so often on their cock.

He’s appalled. He’s horrified. He’s never felt so violated, so helpless, so unsafe. But he doesn’t stop watching. Morbidly curious. When he realizes that he’s wet and squirming in his seat from arousal he’s disgusted in himself. He shuts off his computer and just sits there, quietly, utterly miserable.