Dreams and Desires (63 page)

To Kelly's surprise, Ramón had given her a gift the morning she had performed lustfully for the other enthralled women. When she had come, her lord's cock throbbing and pulsing in her mouth, all the women had been holding hands, with Ramón at the center. She had felt the psyche of each one of them as they came too. Now, as they made love to her, or she to them, she could sense their inner beings, see into their minds. While she occasionally still fretted over her conversion into a paragon of lust, the fact that she could feel the caring and affection of the women who worshiped her brought a stream of joy to her. Whether abed with Melissa or Felicity, Chandra or Lucy, even the somewhat taciturn, Asian-American engineer, Nancy Lee, she could feel their love flowing through her. Each woman's psyche had its own taste, pleasing, like toasted almonds or butterscotch.

One morning, Kelly had been surprised to see her mother and sister come walking in the door of the handsomely decorated bedroom. She had been permitted short, disjointed telephone conversations with her mother about once every week. Kelly had begged off coming home for the holidays citing the demands of work. Naturally, her mother had detected something was wrong and, strong headed as she was, had determined to fly down without telling her to get to the bottom of it. To everyone's consternation, she and Kelly's younger sister, Terry, had burst in to the lab one morning unannounced and demanding to see her. Ramón had been on the other side of the building meeting with Hardings about some designs and Adele had taken charge, calming the women until her could return. They were sitting in Kelly's office impatiently when he came back. It took only a moment to convert them.

Kelly was lying on the bed naked and swooning after a passionate half hour of making love to Cindy and Natalie when the women, led by Ramón, came in. Her hands were affixed to the head of the bed. It took her a few moments to realize who they were and, when she did, a wave of shame passed through her. She whined into her gag and tried to crunch her body into a little ball to cover her nakedness. Ramón came to her side and stroked and petted her until she calmed. Her mother and sister held her in their arms for a long while, assuring her of their understanding of what had happened to her and their approval. Nothing was more important than serving the dream man.

While Kelly was relieved the dream man did not force her to make love to her own sister and mother, when they left she experienced a wave of unhappiness nonetheless. How easily the man had overcome their wills and made them accept was what, on the face of it, appalling. She was, essentially, the man's sex slave and Terry and her mother had done nothing to help her. She cried disconsolately for a long time until Ramón came back to comfort her. He kissed her and caressed her while sending messages of care and affection to her. It did not take long for Kelly to rediscover her commitment to the other worlder's purposes, whatever they were, and understand that everything that was being done was necessary and important. It was better her mother have an understanding and acceptance of her role as the fulcrum of the dream man's existence than have her worrying about her fate. And as to her nakedness and sexual submission, there was nothing to be ashamed of. She was a special, sacred vessel and was ennobled by her service to the man.

Once Kelly had calmed, Ramón made long, languorous love to her. As he slid his lust giving cock into her moist, welcoming womb, Kelly's mind screamed with joy. When he discharged his essence inside her, her whole being glowed with its soothing, mesmerizing effects.

Kelly was at the lab in the bedroom when Ramón got back from his trip. She felt his presence immediately, even before he had opened the door. Her body was bursting with the energy she had accumulated for him and she had been writhing and twisting on the bed frantically for many hours. Adele had decided to keep her here rather than transport her in her frantic state back and forth to the farmhouse. Last night, about one in the morning, she had given her a shot of Demoral to grant her some surcease from her agony. She had slept for several hours dreamlessly. But when she awoke at about 6 o'clock this morning, she declined to give her another one, knowing Ramón would be back soon. She had given Kelly another draught of Ramón's potion and since then had held and soothed her piteous friend, her heart breaking at her suffering.

When Ramón saw the sight of the agony of his familiar, he almost broke into tears. He stripped quickly and climbed up on the bed. He caressed her twisting, shuddering body with his comfort giving hands. He could feel her mind pleading with him for relief as he lay himself on top of her. Her sex was wet and expectant and he entered her easily. Their mouths conjoined in a fevered, passionate kiss. Adele had freed her hands and she grasped at his body with relief and desperation as she circled his thighs with her legs and pressed him deeply inside her.

Kelly's mind exploded with happiness as he she felt the man's cock take possession of her hungry cleft. She sucked at his hot tongue eagerly. Almost instantly, she felt the flow of the mists that had filled her to bursting begin to release to him. She came at once, screaming and moaning into his mouth, slapping her hips hard against his, embracing him with all of her might. When he came, her pussy massaged his cock with her intense contractions of pleasure. His seed seeped into her, soothing her, assuaging her need.

After the dream man's second explosion of lust inside her, the two lay quietly in each others arms. Kelly soon drifted off, the exertion of transmitting the essence of the Whole to her captor having drained her of energy. When she awoke an hour later, she was still in his arms. They made love again languidly.

The rest of the afternoon, the other women came to Kelly, one by one, to express their happiness of her release from her ordeal. Adele withheld the administration of her daily potion until everyone had a chance to spend some time with her. Poor, little Chandra was so upset at what she had gone through that Kelly made her lie down on the bed and, holding her hands above her head, kissed her mouth and breasts while stroking the brown skinned girl to orgasm with her hand. Chandra, her legs splayed widely, shuddered and moaned as her climax ran through her. Afterwards, she hugged and kissed Kelly tearfully.

Ramón had gone back to work almost immediately. The equipment he would need in combating the renegade was ready. Hardings had fulfilled his word and given him every assistance he could. He used his connections to obtain vital raw materials and helped manufacture the tools and other equipment Ramón needed.

One thing Ramón had needed was more power. He required tremendous energy to fuse the specially fabricated substances together. He had designed what was essentially a small fusion reactor and a source of enriched uranium was essential for its completion. They say money can buy anything, but this was one exception. Enriched uranium was probably the tightest controlled substance on earth. Ramón needed only a few grains and the private eye Hardings had used to track Natalie quickly found a prospective source of the substance.

Commander Desiré Watkins had worked at the Newport Naval Yard for fifteen years. A graduate of Annapolis's nuclear engineering program, her current duties were supervising the crew servicing the nuclear fueled destroyers that came into the base for refitting and maintenance. She was a loner and lived by herself in a condo overlooking the confluence of the James River with the bay. At night, she could watch from her veranda the naval vessels pulling in and out of the base, heading home or out to the open sea. Years ago, one would have said she was ‘married’ to her career. But, it was just that she had no affinity for men. Because of her high security clearance and her career in the Navy, she had never explored the other possibility for sexual fulfillment. “Don't ask, don't tell,” was official military policy, but she knew better. She would be out of the nuclear program on her ear in a New York minute if there was even the suggestion she was swinging lefty.

Hardings’ PI was a resourceful man, a veteran of the Navy himself. He was unquestionably loyal to Hardings, whom he had known for 45 years. All Hardings had to tell him was that he couldn't tell him why he needed the uranium and that he had to trust him, for him to trust him.

In a democratic society, scads of information which would be considered secret by a more closed system are available to those who know where to find it. Roger Billingsly, Hardings’ PI, consulted the navy lists and the newsletter put out by the base to announce promotions and job assignments. Billingsly scoured them for an appropriate candidate. He was told to look for a female who might have access to nuclear materials. He knew he struck gold when he saw Commander Desiré Watkins’ name. To make things even easier, the December 1999 edition of the Newport Navy News, as the journal called itself, had a picture of her in her dress whites as she received a meritorious service award.

Desiré was what is sometimes politely called a handsome woman. Her features were plain and neat. Her calf length dress skirt showed off thick shins and her hips were a mite broad. Her expression was all business and Billingsly thought to himself that she would be a hard nut to crack. He wondered whether he would be spending his prospective retirement in federal prison.

Making contact with the Commander was not easy. She did most of her shopping at the PX and usually drove directly from the base to her condo. She had no social life Billingsly could detect. Their chance came when he saw the base was conducting an ‘open house’ for the public as part of its public relations efforts.

Ramón was nervous about going on the military installation. He had obtained false i.d.'s, but didn't know how well they would stand up to close scrutiny. He had a limited ability to influence males and he would probably be able to distract whoever was examining identification at the gate from taking a close look at them. They were all valid on their face, a driver's license, even a passport. But if for some reason he got picked up by security and they took the time to check him out, there might be a problem. The fact was that Ramón Vasquez was a common enough name, but he himself had no real pedigree. His social security number was real but had no history. He had no school records, no health history and a birth certificate for a birth that never occurred.

Nonetheless, he took his chance as the need for the nuclear material was acute. It helped that Billingsly had his old military card to show the M.P.'s and was given a welcome greeting as a returning vet. Since Ramón was with him, he benefited from the good will.

Commander Watkins’ assignment that day was to give a limited guided tour on one of the nuclear destroyers. Billingsly spotted her first. She was on the forward deck, directing a group of tourists around the six inch guns. Billingsly introduced himself as a former navy man and, in turn, introduced his friend, Ramón. When Commander Watkins shook his hand, a light seemed to go on in her eyes. The contact between the flesh of their hands lasted about thirty seconds with the woman's eyes glued to Ramón's. When she finally let go, she cleared her throat and asked the tourists if they would excuse her for a few minutes while she showed the new visitors where the head was below decks. Dressed in her crisp, dress blue uniform, her heavy, black low heeled shoes, and her blue and white officer's cap with her short, curly brown hair peaking out, the Commander led the two men into the body of the ship. Once inside, they followed her down a steep ladder to below decks and then halfway down a narrow passageway.

Commander Watkins turned to Billingsly and politely but firmly asked him to, “Please remain here, sir,” and then, taking Ramón's hand, guided him down the passageway and into a cabin. The door slid shut behind them.

A minute or so later, Billingsly could hear the distinct sounds of a woman in passion. Muffled by the closed door, he could still make out her shouts of, “Oh, god! Oh yeah! Oh! Oh! Oh!” It lasted about three minutes and then there was silence. After a few minutes more, the door slid open and a flushed Navy Commander, her cap askew, stepped out with a satisfied looking Ramón behind her. Watkins led them back to the stairs and, before guiding them back up, grabbed Ramón and gave him a long, sensuous kiss. She straightened her cap and smoothed her skirt before they went back out on deck, shaking hands with them both politely as they stepped back onto the dock.

Ramón knew he would not be able to direct the woman to the necessary task by means of a quickie in the officer's ward room. When she had closed the door, the prim, 37 year old officer had proceeded to immediately kick off her shiny, black uniform shoes and then pull her regulation pantyhose down to her ankles and off of her feet. Her simple, white cotton panties had been next. Ramón had lifted her up onto the ward room table and pulled his hardened cock from his pants. He pushed her blue uniform skirt up around her waist and, spreading her thighs, placed his cock at the portal to her moss covered slit.

Commander Watkins was no virgin. She had tried male/female sex once on leave from the Academy. But her cleft had not been penetrated for many years and Ramón took his time in easing his cock into the lubricated space. Once he had probed it to its depths, and the engorged flesh had become loose and pliant, he began to roger her with gusto. The woman began to call out almost immediately and continued to shout out exclamations of passion until he sprayed her womb with his discharge. She gripped him tightly as she came, clutching his arms and burying her face in his shoulder to muffle her screams. When they were done and the woman lay against him, sated and relaxed, he gave her directions to meet him later at a motel some 30 miles inland down Route 67.

It took a long time to fully convert the naval officer. It was a delicate procedure to convince her to commit what was essentially treason, certainly an act that could end her career, if not land her in Portsmouth Naval Prison for twenty years. And she was, as befitted her military status, extremely committed to the service and a devoted patriot. Ramón spent a good three hours with her at the motel, filling her with his seed several times and rewiring her brain before instilling his command into her. Naked and on her knees, his cock in her mouth, he compelled her into his service. Two weeks later, at the same motel, she delivered 2 grams of fissionable material to him in a small, leaded box. He brought her to pleasure four times as a reward. Before she left, he insured that the memories of their copulation and the task she had performed for him would fade in her mind over the next couple of days, leaving a renewed residual curiosity about male/female sexual relations.