Dreams and Desires (43 page)

The technicians of the Whole were unable to make much sense of the millions of signals that came through the barrier from this dimension every day. Their essence was of emotion, not information. So they could not ‘view’ the events here as they unfolded, not even to identify with any certainty the identity of the being whose emotional trail they ultimately selected to use for the jump. They had identified it as female, as the females of this species tended, by far, to be the more emotional of the sexes. The source was young, at least relatively, at a part of her life where emotional issues still predominated. But she had to be old enough to have developed a strong, disciplined intellect. For it was the combination of strength of emotion and intellect that made the ephemeral strand identifiable and pure.

The strand emanating from the renegade's familiar had been, like his female's, particularly strong. They were able to continue to trace it after the renegade's jump, although they could not specify its location. What they had found was not pretty. The signals of passion and desire that crossed the divide were mixed with equally strong messages of fear and pain. It was a sign that the renegade was violating the laws of the Whole, bringing psychic torment to his familiar for the purposes of making stronger her ability to draw essence from the other side. And if the renegade had cast away his ethical responsibilities to his familiar, it was a logical assumption that he was doing the same to other sentient creatures as well. He had probably interfered with the lives of hundreds, if not thousands, of sentient females over the last five years, making their lives living hells. To the Whole, this damage to sentient beings, no matter how low along the scale of intelligence that they were, was more than unacceptable. It caused a great disturbance to the Whole's sense of being, of purpose. For its intrusions into other universes were benignly conceived.

Ramón could see how the temptation to devote one's considerable, almost god-like, powers to the aggrandizement of one's senses would be hard to resist. When he had gone to visit Hardings, he had been tempted by the sinewy, enticing body of the young woman who had led him to his office. She had short, brown hair and delicious eyes. She had flitted them at him invitingly, no doubt affected by the glow of sexual power he emitted and the comely form his familiar's dreams had given him. But that would have served no purpose legitimate to his mission and so he had subdued the emanations from his psyche and let her go.

The good looking, black skinned secretary outside of Hardings’ office was another story. He would have a use for her. And so he claimed her, passing his control to her lightly but firmly through the contact of their skin when they shook hands.

Ramón turned in his seat and looked at his familiar. It was dark inside the automobile, but he could see her face clearly each time a vehicle passed them going the other way, their headlights illuminating it briefly. She was smiling contentedly. Her eyes seemed to be looking deeply into the ether, not focused on anything in the car. He could feel the flow of happiness as it leaked from her. Whatever had happened this afternoon, he decided, was good. She had been tense and fraught with conflict all day. The epic episode of hilarity and the madly impassioned attack she had mounted on the other female had drawn all of that out of her.

There would be harder times ahead for the pretty, auburn haired woman. It was good to see her resiliency. She would need it.

Kelly had been lost in a trance like state the whole ride home. The only time she had been conscious of the world around her was when Adele had stopped for Mexican take out. She had phoned ahead and was in and out of the little store in the Hadley strip mall in a minute. Kelly watched the other people entering and exiting, going about their business. “Earthlings,” she thought lazily. They talked and laughed and argued with each other, oblivious to the danger in their midst. But what did she care? She had cast her lot with the invader.

When the car pulled to a stop at her homestead, Kelly had a pang of disquietude. The house was the crucible of the man's control over her, a hothouse of passion. She had had moments of relative freedom and clearness of mind during the day. But here, the man would be again unrestricted in his control over her. She would again become the helpless, obsessed prisoner upon whom everything was imposed and nothing was asked. She had had several chances to escape today. She had taken none of them. Now, as she was confronted with the prospect of the renewal of her continuous state of sexual stimulation, driving out all rational thought, she was not so sure she had made the right decision.

Ramón took her by the arm and led her from the car to the porch. They both waited while Adele unlocked the door. Ramón entered first, followed by Kelly and then Adele. Ramón turned to Kelly once they had crossed the threshold and, holding her cheeks in his hands, gave her a long, comforting kiss, sending a wave or reassurance and caring into her. Kelly's mind fogged at the reception of his message. She stood there listlessly, at the entrance to her home, while Adele unfastened her wrists and helped her take off her coat. Kelly stood and watched as she put it into the closet, unsure of what she should do. When Adele returned, she gave her confused friend a kiss and proceeded to undress her completely, including her stockings and shoes. She locked her hands behind her back and readorned her with her ankle bracelets, and gag. She had left the leash by the door and she clipped it onto Kelly's collar. As Adele was reestablishing her status as a totally controlled being, Kelly looked dolefully at her friend. She was so affectionate and concerned over her it was easy to forget, as she had at the lab before they left, that she was first and foremost the servant of her captor.

"Come on, honey, it's time for your surprise,” she said.

Kelly had forgotten about Adele's promise of a surprise this morning when they left. Her heart darkened as to what it might be. Her gifts to her to date had not been of a nature to reassure her.

She followed, with trepidation, the blond woman's lead into the bedroom and lay down on the bed obediently. Adele scurried from the room and returned in a moment with the plastic shopping bag from the adult store. She pulled from it a bright pink, translucent vibrator molded in the form of a penis and a tube of lubrication. The vibrator was attached to a belt that went around the waist and thighs. Kelly looked at it unhappily. She had never used a vibrator and considered them a weird fetishism. She was chagrined at the new indignity her friend was imposing on her. She knew its purpose. While she had been a prisoner here over the weekend, she had existed in an almost constant sate of sexual arousal and bliss. Her day at the lab had broken that spell. The purpose of the sex toy was to reestablish it. And she could writhe and twist in pleasure while her tormentors went about their other business. She was going to be put on automatic.

When Adele presented the lubed device to her, Kelly shook her head and closed her legs. She didn't want that thing inside her. “Come on, Kelly,” Adele said. “It'll only be for a little while, until I get dinner ready. It's what Ramón wants."

As if on signal, the dream man appeared in the doorway. He had stripped down and his physical presence sent a wave of lust through her. She saw him frown and she knew he was upset at her reluctance to comply with Adele's demand. With a tear in her eye, she spread her legs, exposing her hairless mons to the man and his acolyte. Her hips were raised by her bound hands underneath her and Adele had no trouble gaining access to her sex. She felt the tip of the device probe at her slit. Adele began to stroke her pleasure bud gently. That and the wave of passion the man sent her caused her gash quickly to moisten with desire.

The plastic penis split her labia and entered her. Adele pushed it in slowly until it was fully lodged in her crevasse. It was cool and hard, but it filled her exquisitely. Adele wrapped the straps around her and then, after connecting her ankles directly to each other, wrapped a black belt around her thighs, forcing them together. The belt fastened with Velcro and Adele was able to pull it very tight. She then urged her gently to her side. She connected her ankles to her wrists with the chain that had previously connected her ankles together. And there was one last thing. Adele retrieved from the bag a black mask that fitted over the eyes. The sockets were rounded and when she put it around Kelly's head, it shut out all light.

"That'll help you concentrate better, honey,” Adele said. “Just relax and enjoy it. Dinner'll be ready in a little while. I want to make some veggies and change my clothes. I'll set the control to medium."

The beast within Kelly's loins sprang to life. The end of it had a little attachment that sat directly over her hooded clit and Kelly began to experience a steady vibration that flowed through the walls of her pussy and sent a strange tingle across her love button. She felt the bed move as her friend got up to leave. She whined a protest from her darkness. And then she felt the man's hand run over her hip and down her naked thigh. He sent her an intense signal of passion and warmth. Her nervousness and mental discomfort at being filled with the sex toy passed away. By the time the delicious hand left her, her filled tunnel had begun to burn with lust.

Ramón left the female to enjoy her passions. He and Adele had an assignation tonight and it was important she be fully mesmerized with sexual bliss before they left. She would not like being left alone, but there was nothing he could do. It was bad enough to have to transport her daily back and forth from the lab, but to have her out in the world more than necessary was a hazard. Although leaving her alone in the house was also dangerous, it was the lesser of two evils. He went back to the living room and booted up Kelly's laptop. There were some formulas he had been going over at the lab before they left and he wanted to finish working on them while they were still on his mind.

The buzzing in her sex soon had Kelly writhing with desire. The man had closed the bedroom door when he left and the only sound she could hear were her own soft moans as her lusts began to build and the feint sound of the toy buried in her depths. The denial of her sight make the feelings in her body more intense, as of there was nothing else in the world but her impassioned body. When she felt her first orgasm coming, she tried to fight it off. She didn't want to come this way. In fact, it made her yearn for the presence of her captor's thick prick in her body, his hands on her flesh. Her breasts ached, breasts that were forbidden to her touch even if she could have somehow have freed her bound hands. She clamped her teeth on the faux penis in her mouth lustfully.

Kelly's pussy teetered on the edge of climax for a long time. Each time it threatened to explode into mind wrenching pleasure, she fought it back. And then it came. Anguished at her inability to control her own body, she clamped her bound thighs together tightly. She pulled at the chain that fixed her ankles and wrists to each other, writhing and moaning into the darkness that blanketed her. Her orgasm never really subsided completely. It faded into soft spasms in her pussy and then the relentless vibrations started her passions rising again. It was as if someone had turned on the lust button in her brain and had neglected to turn it off. Her second orgasm was harder, more forceful than her first. To her dismay, the vibrations continued.

It was just after her third, wrenching climax that she heard the door to her room open. She sensed the presence of her dream man. She had no idea how long she had been lost in the darkness, deep in passion's throes, but she welcomed the arrival of another being into her solitary universe. She felt his eyes roaming over her naked, abjectly bound form. The bed lowered behind her and she felt his hands on her rear globes and the probing of a finger at her private place. The man was lubing her small, rear aperture.

"Oh, no!” Kelly's mind screamed. “I couldn't stand it! Please don't!"

The chain that connected her limbs had some play in it and Kelly felt her hands pushed to the side, close to her hip. She felt the tip of the man's hard cock probe against her rear entrance. Her passions soared as it slowly and easily entered her. When it started to stroke across the tender tissues, it sent a rapturous wave though her body. His strong, warm chest pressed against her back. Kelly pulled futilely at her confined wrists and ankles. She strained to open her encircled thighs. But she could not escape the man's excruciating administration of pleasure to her. She was totally bound to his will, denied movement, sight and sound. All there was was him. All that had been done to her was at his behest, for his pleasure or purpose, as they case may be. His heavy hand seized her breasts, massaging each one in turn, sending heavy pulses of his lust through her body. She heard him groan as he pleasured himself in her bowels. The sensation of her vibrating pussy and clit and the fullness at being doubly penetrated was overwhelming. Her impassioned cleft resumed its contractions of passion and her body shook as it received them. She cried out when she felt the man's cock begin to pulse and throb across the sensitive membranes of her rear entrance and the warmth of the spread of his radiant seed inside her.

When the man's passion was spent, he turned off the vibrator in her pussy with the remote Adele had left beside her on the bed. Kelly gave a long, grateful sigh. Her body was limp with its exertions and her mind was filled with bliss. It felt like it had been stuffed with soft cotton that muffled everything else but the residues of her bout of lust. She lay there quietly, a bound prisoner, while the man went to the bathroom to clean himself. When he returned, he released the connection between her limbs and tenderly rolled her to her back. He pulled the blindfold off of her eyes and released her gag. She peered into his steely eyes with adoration for him, grateful for the life of bliss he had bought her. Taking hold of her breasts, he gave her a long, soothing, approving kiss.

Kelly knelt mesmerized by the table during dinner. Adele had reheated the cheese and bean burritos and made some fresh green beans and salad. She was dressed in her blue jeans and a pink top with a low, scoop neck bordered by frilly, white lace. Kelly wondered why she had not stripped herself naked as she had on Sunday. But the combination of her mesmerized state from her long session of passion, the good, warm food and the occasional pleasure giving caresses of her dream man, negated any real concern she had for an answer to that question. Adele had reopened her unfinished bottle of merlot, and the sensuous feeling the tart, fruity beverage gave as it went down her throat made her feel happy and content.