Dreams and Desires (62 page)

He had done everything he could to maintain the happiness of the pleasing woman. The chambers where she spent almost all of her time were bedecked in resplendent flowers all around them. He had molded her mind to be content here and had detailed the prettiest and most compliant of the young Apache girls who worked for him to serve her. He had even captured a well known concert pianist to act as her teacher and companion. If she ever became lost to him, he had sworn to rain destruction down on this world Armageddon style. And he could do it too. He had already produced designs for a weapon that would extinguish, in a fiery blaze, almost all of the oxygen on the planet.

Jonathan put these thoughts from his mind as the soothing, delightful piano piece came to an end. He sent the woman a strong message of his affection and need for her. She shuddered as she received it, smiling broadly at him. With easy grace, she rose from her piano bench and stepped over to him, drawing her garment over her head and dropping it to the floor. She sank to her knees before him and spread her long, delicate hands over his thighs.

"How may I serve you, Lord?” she asked, her voice tender and sweet, her soft, round breasts quivering.

"Pleasure me with your mouth,” Jonathan answered quietly.

The young woman, her face alight with devotion to him, smiled again and pressed herself forward to gain access to his long, thick cock. It was soft and resting neatly between his thighs. She ran her fingers over it lightly, coaxing a response, until it began to stir. Taking it into her sensitive hands, she brought it to her soft, pliant lips and applied the warmth of her mouth and tongue to its tip. Jonathan moaned as he received her loving attention. He felt it grow thick and hard in response to her attentions and his lust grew.

Cathy, his songbird in a gilded cage, took her time in bringing pleasure to her master. She suckled the bulbous head, running her tongue along the glans, one hand softly stroking the shaft while the other cupped and gently massaged his soft stones. Pressing her head downwards and pursing her lips firmly around his cock's stem, the enthralled woman pushed down its length until he was fully engulfed, breaching the entrance to her throat and holding it there, humming softly. Jonathan's cock radiated his passion back to her as he caressed her head, sending his approval and gratitude to her.

The alluring young woman brought her master and lord to the edge of completion several times. Each time he threatened to peak, she withdrew her mouth until his need had subsided and then began again. Blackthorne's thighs were quivering with lustful need, his brain begging for relief when she finally allowed him to come. His cock exploded in a heavy flow of his essence and sent hard, intense messages of pleasure to his body at each ejaculation. His hands sent the object of his desires a strong command of rewarding passion and the beautiful, young woman's shuddering body recorded each convulsion of her pussy.

When his flow of essence had ceased, the devoted servant continued to stroke his cock with her lips, maintaining its hardness. Jonathan eased her head away from his loins and, standing, guided her to her feet. He circled her small, frail body with his arms, pressing their naked bodies together, and kissed her deeply, letting the fire that still smoldered within him stoke hers. When their lips broke, he separated from her, taking her hand in his. “Let's go to the bedroom,” he told her gently.

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Ramón woke in the morning with the two delightful, young women's bodies pressed up against him. Jackie had eventually been awakened by Abby's cries of passion and had joined them in the other bed. His body had been rejuvenated by their almost all night bouts of passion, but he sensed the weakening of his powers from lack of access to the essence of the Whole. He needed to get back to Virginia as soon as possible.

Careful not to disturb the women, Ramón stepped into the bathroom and started the shower. It was a little after 5:30 a.m. and the plane was at 8:30. The motel was only a quarter mile from the airport and he was certain he could make it in time.

The flow of the hot water over his body was refreshing and, as he washed himself, the dream man thought forwards to the time when his mission would be complete. If he failed, it would be likely he would have lost his life force and exist no more. It was one of the risks he had assumed in accepting the challenge of neutralizing the renegade. But what would happen if he succeeded? The temptations of this world were great. Just the sensation of the hot water exciting his skin was something he would sorely miss. And the emotional thrill he felt when he bonded with his familiar, the pretty, auburn haired woman he had enthralled. What would ever replace that?

He wondered what the circle of females he had captivated into his service would feel when he was gone. Would they curse him for having used them, stolen their will from them, used their bodies as receptacles for his lust? Or would they decry their loss, the absence of the joyful sense of purpose he had given them?

He knew that, in spite of his use of them, he had done them some good. Certainly Cindy and Natalie had nothing to complain about. He had freed them from a perverse bondage. Chandra had also been liberated from the constricting influence of her family and was now on the road to becoming her own person, the mistress of her own life. Adele had gone from the somewhat frivolous life she had lived to one of dedication and purpose. She would never be the same. All in all, he believed, the women would live happier, more complete lives as a result of his interventions. But he would miss them.

When Ramón emerged from his shower, the two women, the hard edged, brown haired investigator and the sweet, somewhat naïve, blond haired nursing student, were locked in a passionate embrace. Jackie was on top and she was devouring the blond girl's passionate mouth with her own as she pressed and rubbed her pussy between Abby's widespread thighs. The blond girl's arms were circled around Jackie's body, embracing her tightly. The dream man felt his cock awakening at the lustful sight. He knew that if he joined them there was a chance he would miss his plane.

When the lustful bodies finally came to rest, only after loud, passionate cries of pleasure from them both, the women's gazes turned to him. He was stroking his hardened cock idly, sitting on the bed across from them. He sent them a regretful refusal of their nonverbal proffer of pleasure and urged them to their showers. They scurried into the bathroom holding hands.

While the women were showering, there was a knock on the door. Ramón had ordered breakfast from room service. He had donned his jeans and t-shirt and walked barefoot to the door. A pretty, brown haired girl was standing there with a cart next to her. She looked about 19, and was wearing the same pink and white, gingham uniform Abby had been wearing the night before. She had long, shiny hair tied into a ponytail behind her that went almost all the way down her back. She had bright, brown eyes and a long, pleasant face. Before Ramón could say anything, she had pushed the cart into the room.

While Ramón signed the check, he could see the girl eying the pile of women's clothes in the middle of the room. On top was Abby's waitress uniform. Near them, cast about as if discarded in the middle of a strip tease, were Jackie's jeans, blouse and underwear. The young woman looked up at the Hispanic man with interest. He was a few inches taller than her and his t-shirt accentuated his strong chest and masculine build. His shoulder length, black hair was still shiny and wet from his shower. Ramón remembered what Adele had said when he had first adorned himself with human clothing, that there would be a line of women at their door once they caught sight of him. His strong, inner psyche leaked lustful emanations almost all the time. This girl had caught a whiff of them.

"My name's Karen,” the attractive brunette said. “I get off at 1 o'clock."

"That's nice. Karen,” Ramón answered. “But I have to catch a plane."

"Oh,” the girl said, disappointment evident in her voice. And then her face brightened. “But I'm due my break now. I could stay a little while and.... “Her proposal was interrupted by the sight of Jackie and Abby emerging from the bathroom, their naked bodies flushed pink from their shower, long, fluffy towels in their hands. “Oh,” she said.

The two naked women giggled at the sight of the enamored brown haired waitress. “Hiya, Karen,” Abby said.

"Hi, Abby,” Karen replied forlornly. She looked back at Ramón desperately. “Why do I always miss out on everything?” her face conveyed.

Ramón saw Jackie lean over and whisper something in Abby's ear. Abby giggled and nodded affirmatively. The women dropped their towels and skipped merrily over to the disappointed and somewhat dazed girl. Before Ramón knew what was happening, Abby had guided the brown haired girl to her knees and Jackie had knelt down next to him and had lowered his fly. Her experienced hand captured his flaccid tool and wormed it out of the slit in his underwear.

"Would you like to suck Ramón's prick,” Abby asked her friend gaily. “It's really nice."

Karen didn't answer, but edged herself closer to Ramón and took the proffered dick in her hand. In a trice, she had engulfed it with her lips and began to work it assiduously.

Ramón stood in the middle of the room as the girl pleasured him. His mind swooned as she drove her lips down its length and retreated, teasing it with her active tongue. Jackie and Abby had taken positions to either side of her and Abby was caressing her breasts through the bodice of her uniform while Jackie reached below the skirt and was stroking her sex from behind her. The girl moaned and squirmed as Ramón's cock sent wave after wave of lust to her. When he came, she cried out, her own climax coursing through her. She made sure she had drained him completely before she brought her head back and released him.

"Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “That was incredible!"

Jackie and Abby laughed and hugged her in response. “We've got to get dressed, sweetie,” Jackie told her in her nasal Chicago twang. “Thanks for the room service,” she added, laughing.

Karen rose to her feet and, stepping on her tippy toes, reached her face up and kissed Ramón on the lips. “I don't know who you are,” she said happily. “But I hope you stay here again next time you come to Omaha."

Everyone laughed as the brown haired girl reluctantly left the room. “Call me,” she yelled out to Abby as she closed the door.

Ramón and the two women finished dressing and then devoured quickly the muffins and coffee Ramón had ordered. “You better leave Karen a big tip,” Abby said, smiling. This brought another round of mirth.

Before he departed with Jackie for the airport, Ramón embraced the delightful blond waitress and kissed her. While doing so, he adjusted her mind to give her more self confidence and an appreciation of her inner and outer beauty. He slowed slightly her craving for sweets, not to make her an emaciated, weight obsessed model type, but just to help her keep her tendency to heaviness under control. And he convinced her to dump that asshole, Ben.

The airport was crowded with other stranded passengers from the day before. Jackie's flight to Chicago was on the other side of the airport. Outside Ramón's gate, she hugged and kissed him.

"Like the girl said, I don't know who you really are, but if you're ever in Chicago again, look me up,” she told him. As she spoke, she caressed his cock through the outside of his pants.

Ramón replied affirmatively and after they parted, he walked up to the metal detector and stepped through it. Finally, he was on his way home.

A short, dark haired man, about 35 years old and dressed in a cheap, off the rack, brown suit followed Ramón through the gate. He flashed a badge at the attendants who waived him through. He followed Ramón down the long hallway until he arrived at the loading area for his flight. He watched as the tall, well built, black haired man boarded. He opened his cell phone and punched the speed dial. “Flight 227 to Dulles,” he said. “Arrives at 11:25."

The three days of separation from her dream man had been a torment for Kelly. All of the women he had enthralled took turns in comforting her and the potion Ramón had concocted was some relief. Nevertheless, it was only the presence and the flesh of her captor that would satisfy her burning need

After her initiation ceremony in the bedroom at her lab, Kelly's life had descended into a state of virtually continuous mesmerized enthrallment to the man and his will. She never again thought of refusing the dream bringing drink Adele administered to her every afternoon at the lab. While entranced under its influence, she felt herself filling with the mists she had heretofore gathered for her lord-like master only in her dreams at night. Now, every afternoon around three o'clock, he would come to the bedroom and drain her of what she had accumulated for him, leaving her exhausted and limp.

Every morning now, Kelly would spend at most an hour at her desk in the lab signing papers or making obligatory phone calls only she could make. Afterwards, Cindy and Natalie would gather her up and escort her to the bedroom. They would deprive her of her meager clothing and bind her to the bed. Stripping themselves naked, they would join her and jointly bring her to ecstasy.

When not entranced by the drug administered by Adele, Kelly spent her time in the room in a haze of sexual need. The other entranced women would take turns spending time with her, teasing her to wrenching orgasms or just cuddling with her, stroking her body languidly or suckling at her breasts. Ramón insisted she get some exercise to keep her healthy and every day, before she was fed her potion, Natalie and Cindy would lead her on a long walk in the wooded area behind the factory building. There was a large pond there circled by a well worn path and the girls would coax her along it, her arms confined before her and covered by the sleeves of her heavy, winter jacket. The area was surrounded by a tall, barbed wire topped fence and Hardings made sure the three women were constantly monitored by the security system inside the building when they were out there.