Dreams and Desires (19 page)

At this last comment Kelly felt a stab of fear go through her. No, she didn't want to be punished. Her body shivered at the mere suggestion of it. It wasn't just the intense misery she would feel, it was the unhappiness she experienced at the thought of his disappointment in her. She wanted to make the man happy. Why did he want to inflict this on her? She had been quiet; she would stay quiet.

Ramón watched his familiar struggle with herself. He regretted her unhappiness. It was important she understand her role as a completely controlled entity. Tomorrow, they would be going into the outside world. She would have to obey religiously his dictates with regard to her behavior. She had to discard entirely any idea she had any right to independent thought or action. She would make no communication with anyone without his express permission which would, once the appropriate adjustments had been made to her working life, be given sparingly, if at all, and then only when it was absolutely necessary. And so she had to be silenced now. And, like the bonds that held her arms behind her back and made her hands useless, the gag would be a forceful reminder of her isolation, her new singleness of purpose, to serve him. She was his creature now and would depend on him for everything. Only their relationship, their bond should matter to her.

Kelly saw the determination on the dream man's face. Slowly, meekly, she parted her trembling lips. She watched Adele's face as the pretty blond woman slid the thick wad of soft leather into her mouth. She looked pleased at Kelly's acquiescence. She leaned over and buckled the ends of the belt together behind her head. As she did so, her large, soft breasts pressed against Kelly's chest. Kelly could smell the aroma of the woman, a feint, flowery perfume, a hint of sweat, the earthy odor of skin. Suddenly a shocking thought occurred to her. Had the man done something to her? She and Adele had spoken many times about their aversion to girl on girl sex. “I'll never fuck anything that doesn't have a cock attached to it!” was the way Adele had put it. And yet the aroma of the other woman's body sent a quiver of pleasure through her.

When Adele pulled back, having fastened the gag securely in Kelly's mouth, she brushed away the miserable young woman's tears. Kelly was horrified at the reaction she had had to her younger friend's body. What had the man done to her? Would she now crave all female flesh, or just Adele's? Was it due to some alteration the man had made in her psyche, or was it something that had been buried deep within her, waiting to be liberated, like his use of her small, rear opening, a place he had used several times today, making her moan and cry out with pleasure as he spilled himself in it? Was the man doing it or had she done it herself, as a corollary to her newly found sexual liberation? What was happening to her?

Kelly looked up dolefully at her lord, her reason for being. As she did so, she unhappily explored the invasive presence in her mouth. She realized at once that the long, thick, hard probe of soft textured leather was, and was designed to be, reminiscent of a male member, even to its shape, which terminated in a soft, bulbous head. While she wore the infernal apparatus, she would be constantly reminded of the experience of the man's cock in her mouth. Sucking the man's prick was an overwhelmingly passionate experience to her, the energies emanated by his tool radiating through the sensitive nerves and receptors there directly to her brain and then throughout her body. And now, as her mind recalled his manhood's shape and form, and her mouth recorded the penis-like presence, her body began to reverberate with incipient arousal. She hated herself for it. What had she become? She gave a heavy sob, which was muffled by the obstruction between her lips. She pulled futilely at the cordage around her bound hands behind her and squeezed her bare thighs together in an effort to deny her body's rebelliousness.

Raijamoon, the otherworlder, now known as Ramón, sensed the woman's unhappy reaction to the presence in her mouth. It was something he could have done, redrawn the synapses of her brain to derive pleasure from the offensive device. She had done it naturally and now he sent her a surge of his energy to reinforce it. He didn't like to fool directly with her mind, but it had made the connection on its own and it was an easy thing to do to amplify it. And he could lower it or raise it at will. The object would become a kind of totem to the woman, an object that had acquired a life of its own, sending wrenching pulses of pleasure to her or, alternatively, sending her into a trance like obsession with its taste and feel.

The dream man was sitting in one of the easy chairs and the women were on their knees in front of him. He leaned over and gave Kelly a comforting stroke on her head. He watched as the woman's frantic displeasure at her mouth's confinement melted away. There was no purpose of his to be served by her unhappiness.

Adele had her arm over Kelly's shoulder. She seemed pleased, too, at her friend's reaction to the sex store novelty. “It feels just like a cock, doesn't it,” she asked her friend rhetorically, her voice sweet and friendly, like she had given her a new hat or a necklace to wear. “I thought so too. I nearly creamed when I put it in. I think the man at the store thought I was some kind of nut or something. And I got some other stuff too,” she continued. “I'll show it to you later. I wanna get our man all dressed up first."

Merrily, Adele began to draw clothes out of the Wal-Mart bags. She tore open a package of colored men's mini briefs. She pulled out a small, dark blue pair with a white band that had small red and blue stripes around it. She handed it to Ramón who looked at it and turned it in his hands as if it was some strange, alien artifact.

"Clothes,” the man thought. “What a shame to drape this superior body.” He knew it was necessary. He looked at Adele as if seeking guidance on how to put it on.

The happy, blond girl looked at him teasingly. “You're going to have to put them on one leg at a time just like every other swinging dick in the world,” she said. She giggled at her joke. She edged herself nearer to the man. “Here, let me give you a hand.” She manipulated the soft, dark blue garment over first one foot of the man and then the other. She then pulled it up to his knees. “You're going to have to stand up, honey,” she said, looking up at him.

Ramón brought himself to his feet and drew the garment up over his knees and up to his waist. He took a moment to consider its feel. There was something comforting at the way his testes and his long, thick manhood were secured together and held gently in by the material. Adele patted his now covered loins playfully with her hand. “That's quite a package you've got there,” she said, a lustful, seductive look on her face. Her other hand was rubbing the back of the man's strong, muscled thigh. She spent a moment or two in reverie and then brought herself back to her task.

"Let's try on the blue jeans,” she said, grabbing another bag. She produced a long pair of deep blue Levi's. “I got the tapered ones. I think they'll fit you real good."

Kelly watched, dazed and confused from her simmering lust, as Adele dressed the man bit by bit. He struggled a little with the pants and had to lean on the blond girl's shoulder to finish pulling them up. Adele had bought some colored t-shirts, and, when he tried one on, the man's chest filed it out admirably. She gave him a pair of white socks and a pair of Reeboks and he slid them on his feet. She had bought him a slim, gold chain, and she draped it around his thick neck, pressing her bare breasts against his broad chest. And there was a gold plated watch that she circled around his left wrist.

"The watch and chain were on sale, honey,” she said to Kelly, reassuring her she hadn't gone hog wild with her credit card. Kelly was far gone from caring. She couldn't suppress the thought of the man's cock in her mouth. She was so energized with lust that she moaned piteously. Ramón, who had been distracted by his assumption of human habiliment, noted her discomfiture and used his energy to turn down her brain's reactions to the faux penis. He left it at a low boil.

Ramón walked across the room, testing the feel of the shoes and clothes. Adele had done a good job and they fit him comfortably. They would do for now. The cloth felt odd on his body, as if it covered it and enhanced it as well. He went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He had, of course, no real standards to go by as to how his visage compared with other men other than through the eyes of his two thralls. The alien was in no need of self assurance on his looks. He just needed to be sure his appearance would suffice as that of an ordinary human male. It seemed to him from the pictures he had seen on the TV and the Internet that he would do just fine. He walked back into the living room.

Adele was gathering up the detritus from the fashion show. “I'll get this stuff put away,” she was saying as she scooted the extra underwear and t-shirts into the bags. “There's a nice fall jacket and a sweater. We'll have to make some room in one of Kelly's dressers. I also got you some throwaway razors and some cologne. It'll make you smell real nice. Tomorrow, we can go to the men's store downtown and get you some nice shirts and a suit or two, if you think that you need them. I...."

The blond woman had been looking down while she put the items back into the bags. She looked up to see the dressed man posing in front of her. It interrupted her thoughts. “Well,” she said, giving an exaggerated emphasis to her drawl, “put yourself between two slices of bread and let me eat you up! You better not let too many girls get a look at you, honey. We'll have a line outside the door."

The kneeling blond woman put her arm around Kelly's shoulder. “Watta ya think, Kelly? Doesn't he look good enough to eat?"

Kelly agreed with her friend. She was overcome with lust for him. “God help me,” she thought, “I need to fuck him.” The lust generated by the gag in her mouth had abated somewhat, yet her loins still burned for him. She chewed on the leather plug in frustration.

Ramón, satisfied at the women's reactions, shucked off the clothes and dropped them on the chair. He needed to reward his acolyte. She had done well. He knelt in front of the blond woman and took her mouth, pressing his lips firmly against hers. He held her large, pillowy breasts in his hands and sent her a message of pleasure through them. Adele moaned with delight and reached her hand down and placed it around his growing cock. She stroked it until it was hard. Ramón broke their kiss and, taking her shoulders in his hands, urged her to turn her back to him and then to bend over forward and place her head and arms on the floor. He rubbed his strong, sensitive hands over her long, thin, curved back and over her taut, rear globes. He directed his thick cock to her golden moss covered sheath and pressed himself inside. Adele gave a deep moan and her body shuddered.

Kelly watched, her own passions boiling, as the man plowed her friend's sex. Adele's large breasts swung back and forth under her as the man's thighs pounded against her rear. Her face grimaced and strained as he sent wave after wave of pleasure through her. “Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!” she cried out as her passions built to their peak.

Kelly felt like her heart was going to break as she watched her lover spend his lusts in the other woman. She needed him desperately. She started to cry when the man's body stiffened and he emitted a heavy, deep groan from his throat. Adele's exclamations grew louder as she started to come again. She raised her head and arched her back, returning the man's thrusts with her hips. She gave one, last loud cry and then put her head back to the floor. The man slowed his hip's thrusts against her and stopped.

Ramón knew of the other woman's need. He could satisfy them both. One of the first things he had done was to make adjustments to the body he possessed. He was not a god who could make the impossible possible. He needed to work within his powers and what was permissible according to the laws of this dimension. He could affect the natural processes of his own flesh and he had increased its capacity to produce and his ability to deliver the elixir that so entranced the women. His resources were not unlimited; he could not, literally fuck all day long. He could, though, come many times during the day and produced a large quantity of discharge. He had enough left over for the distressed, bound and gagged woman.

Kelly swooned when the man put his hands on her. She let him turn her until her pussy was presented between her widespread thighs, her forehead on the floor in front of her. She moaned as she felt the hard shaft slide smoothly up her lush canal. And when the man began his thrusts, her mind went blank, blocking out all else other than the stream of intense pleasure from the dream man's cock.

After he had joyfully jetted yet another load of his essence into her, Ramón let his cock languish inside his familiar's hot, happy pussy. Tonight, while she slept, his cells would continue the process of modifying hers. He rubbed her small, plump rear cheeks, sending warmth and comfort to her, deepening her mesmerized state. He had more research he wanted to do before he went to bed, although it was getting late. He rose from his knees and gave mental instructions to his blond acolyte who was still kneeling head down next to her friend, enjoying the aftermath of her fucking. He had not given her nearly as much of his fluids during the day as he had his familiar and he didn't have to. Her control was more direct and he didn't need to form as strong a bond with her to control and instruct her. But it did her good and reinforced his ability to command her to have his cum mixing with her cells, cementing her carnal need for him. Having received his message, she slowly rose to her feet. While he resumed his place on the couch in front of the laptop, she assembled the clothes and bags that were still strewn around the room and brought them into the bedroom. When she came out, she went into the kitchen. He heard the microwave give a little roar for a few minutes and, a few minutes after, she came into the room with a mug of hot, decaffeinated, orange pekoe tea.

Ramón had instilled in the young blond woman an overwhelming desire to serve and please him and had deepened and broadened her affection for her employer and friend. Except when he gave her a direct command or prohibition, he only needed to give her a nudge of guidance as to what he wanted and she would realize on her own how best to serve him. Her mind had not been harmed in any way, so she could think independently and creatively as to what might please him. Adele had thought about the tea all on her own. She had bought the gag all on her own. She would cooperate in everything he wanted and she would bring love and affection to his familiar, caring for her, making her adjustments easier. He would not be able to devote as much attention to the female he had enthralled in the days ahead. She would need her friend to cope with that.