Dreams and Desires (16 page)

Kelly watched, her gaze cemented on the erotic tableau before her, as her friend serviced the dream man's cock. The blond woman's hands were circled around the base of his sex. Her eyes were clamped shut and Kelly could see the movements of her jaw and cheeks reflecting her energetic servicing of the man's rampant wand. Kelly's lusts were over boiling as she yearned for the feel of the man's flesh across her own lips. A part of her was shamed at her pleasure at watching the man fill the young, blond girl's mouth with his thick manhood. His hands were on her head, intertwined with her short, mop like hair. His back was arched and his neck was bent back. He had closed his eyes so as to better relish the pleasure the new mouth and lips were giving him. His body had sagged slightly and his knees were bent. Adele was pumping her head over his manhood frantically now, moaning her lust. Kelly saw the man's body stiffen and sensed his arousal and imminent explosion of lust in every pore of her body.

Adele moaned loudly when the man came. Kelly came too, her pussy sending deep convulsions of pleasure to her body.

Raijamoon sent out intense waves of pleasure to the bound woman. He wanted her to share complicity with her friend's transformation. He transmitted the exquisite pleasures of his own orgasm to her. To the woman on her knees in front of him, he sent his will, his desires. As he came, his fluids flowed into her body, initiating a bond she could never break.

Adele's body shuddered in post orgasmic bliss. She held the man's meat in her mouth as she panted for breath, unable to break the connection without her overlord's consent. Finally, he released her and brought her to her feet. Her face registered her confusion about what had just happened to her. Raijamoon gently led her to the bedroom. He would need to complete his mastery over and transformation of his new servant.

Kelly's heart sank as the couple walked past her into the bedroom. She watched through the bedroom mirror as the man led her friend onto the bed, guided her to her back, spread her thighs and entered her. The young blond woman gave out a loud moan, “Ahhhhhhhhh!” and circled her long legs and delicate arms around him. Within seconds they were engaged in a frantic, energized fuck. The man had ceased sending the energy of his lust to Kelly and she felt empty, deserted. She was shamed at how she had orgasmed while her friend was being enslaved. In some way, it made her feel responsible for the poor girl's fate. What would he do with her, she asked herself frantically. Would he make her a highly sexed zombie to serve his will? Did he consider the younger, prettier, blond girl as a more suitable repository for his lust than her? What would happen to her if he shifted his compelling sexual attentions away from her? For although he was fucking her friend, her loins still burned with desire for him, her lips yearned to caress him.

Kelly knelt helpless in her bonds as the man pummeled the flesh of the impassioned, young, blond woman. She watched in the mirror, obsessed, as their bodies seemed to consume each other. She saw Adele shake and quiver with prolonged, intense, sexual satisfaction, watched the man's body tense and heard him groan as he pumped his essence into her. They shifted positions several times. Adele no longer seemed the entranced automaton who had sucked the man's cock in the living room. She was growing increasingly vocal and energetic in response to the man's attentions. “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” she heard her yell as she came again, bent over on her knees, the man entering her from behind. And when he caressed her loins with his lips, she kept shouting out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” At one point, she began to take the initiative, gleefully pushing the man over and delving her mouth between his thighs. “Give me that cock!” she said lustfully as her lips descended on his pole.

Finally, the pair of lovers had exhausted their forces. Lying together intertwined, they fell asleep on the bed. Kelly, despondent at what she had heard and seen, bent her head and cried.

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It was about an hour later that Kelly heard bodies stirring in the bedroom. She thought she heard her young friend giggle, but discounted that as impossible. She was surprised when she saw the naked body of the young, blond woman scooting by. “I've got to pee!” she announced in a gleeful voice. She padded into the bathroom and Kelly soon heard her water spilling into the bowl. She turned to her left and saw the man standing in the bedroom doorway. He was looking at her intently. Kelly felt a surge of hunger for him and, at the same time, a wave of despondency flow through her. Would she now learn her fate? The toilet flushed and Adele came scurrying back out of the bathroom. She pressed her body up to the man's and, standing on her bare toes, gave him a soulful kiss.

"Ooooooo, baby,” she said when their lips parted. “You're too much.” She looked down at the disconsolate Kelly. A soft, caring look came over her face. She bent over, her large, soft breasts swaying out from her body, and caressed Kelly's tearstained cheek, saying sweetly, “You're so lucky, honey.” Kelly looked back at her, unsure what reaction she should have to this unusual statement. “I'm starving,” Adele then added merrily as she brought herself back to full height. “I'm gonna heat up the quiche."

The happy blond girl dashed into the living room and returned with the food she had brought. She swept unheedingly past the kneeling, naked, bound and gagged Kelly and went into the kitchen. A few seconds later, Kelly heard the microwave spring to life.

For a moment, Kelly felt like she had entered some bizarre, new world. Didn't her friend see her all trussed up and naked, tied to a pipe in the hallway of her own house? Hadn't the dream man just forced his will on the pretty blond girl and enslaved her? What was going on? Was she mad?

Raijamoon saw the frantic confusion on the kneeling woman's face. She was looking up at him dolefully. She was a vision of delight to him. Her naked breasts pointed up to him invitingly, her pretty, frantic eyes begged him for relief. Her graceful, well toned, widespread thighs and her open sex made her seem frail and vulnerable. Affixed to the pole, her pretty lips hidden by the silencing silvery tape, her arms and ankles crossed and bound together behind her, she was helpless, utterly dependant on him and defenseless against his will. He sensed her dismay and uncertainty. He needed to reassure her. He crouched in front of the auburn haired, distraught female and placed his hands on her head. He sent waves of comfort and affection to her through them. He shifted his hands and stroked the pleasure center of her mind as he caressed her sensuous, bare breasts lovingly. He felt the bound woman's body relax, her mind calm as his energy flowed through her. He stoked her need for him and felt the strength of their bond reassert itself in her. He dropped his hand to the center of her widespread thighs and stroked her labial lips until she was panting and had lubricated. He leaned over and suckled the stiffened teats of her breasts until the woman moaned, twisting her pinioned arms behind her.

In the meantime, Adele continued the preparations for their repast. Through her mind fogging reverie at her lover's attentions, Kelly heard Adele exclaim, “Okay, come and get it!"

The dream man untied his familiar from the pipe and released her wrists from her ankles. Kelly groaned as she was raised to her feet. Her muscles had stiffened during her long confinement. Unsteady, dizzy from the man's stimulation of her lusts, she allowed herself to be led into the kitchen. The square, wooden table had been set for two. The steaming, yellow quiche was sitting in the middle of the finely polished, dark brown table, together with a large bowl of green, fluffy salad. Two of Kelly's round, long stemmed wine glasses sat next to yellow, woven, cloth place mats and matching folded napkins. There was silverware and salt and pepper and salad dressing, all set in convenient reach for the prospective diners. Adele smiled as she saw the dazed and sexually excited Kelly being led into the room.

"It's a good thing I didn't get the Swiss cheese and ham quiche,” she said. “Ramón doesn't eat meat."

Kelly looked at her friend. “How did she know his name?” she asked herself incredulously. She looked at her lover. “Was that his name? Ramón?” Her lover smiled and sent a wave of pleasure to her. Kelly moaned and her knees sagged.

Adele ignored Kelly's display of lust. “I've got a place for you over here, honey,” she said, her natural, eager smile still on her face. The young, blond woman had set the plates next to each other, separated by the corner of the table. She had taken the little, plush, deep orange rug Kelly kept in front of the sink to soak up spilled water and had placed it on the floor between the two settings. She took Kelly's other arm and helped Ramón guide her to it.

"That should be nice and comfy, honey,” Adele told her concernedly as Kelly sank her knees onto it. “Just rock back on your heels and you should be all right."

Kelly's back was to the kitchen window. The early afternoon sun cast a shadow in front of her of her restrained form. The man she now knew was called Ramón sat to her left. She was perched at the corner. He reached down and caressed her left breast, sending a tingle of pleasure and a wave of calmness to the upset woman.

Kelly had been trying to come to mental terms with the vision of her naked friend fluttering around the kitchen, her large breasts swaying and jumping as she moved. If Adele was mind controlled, she sure didn't look it. She had all the mannerisms and quirks of the friend she had known and worked with for a year and a half. Nothing was unusual about her except for her incongruous acceptance of Kelly's plight. “Maybe I am mad,” Kelly thought, just before she felt Ramón's hand give her breast another gentle squeeze and passed a warm flow of his energy to her. Her concerns faded as she enjoyed the dream man's comforting gesture.

Adele stood next to Kelly with the golden yellow wine bottle in her left hand. She had one of Kelly's plastic cork screws in her other, the kind that come apart into two pieces and then reassemble to make a screw with a tiny handle. She had peeled away the plastic covering at the top of the bottle and was struggling to turn the screw into the cork. Kelly wanted to tell her about the larger, more efficient cork screw she had in the bottom drawer to the left of the sink but then chided herself for succumbing to the deceiving naturalness of the setting: two young women and a dark, handsome man about to enjoy a Sunday brunch. Quiche, salad, a nice wine, what could be more normal? Except the man is some kind of dream man or alien, one of the women is tied up, kneeling on the floor, naked, with a gag over her mouth and the other woman, who is also naked, has developed some kind of psychosis which makes her act as if this scene was not eminently unusual.

And then Kelly's mind paused. She had described the dream man as an alien. Was there something to that? It was as good an explanation as any. She decided she would have to mull that possibility over in her mind during one of her infrequent bouts of sanity. She looked at Ramón, as she now knew he should be called. He was looking at her. Did he really know what she was thinking? If she worked out that he was an alien and she was right, would she get some kind of reward for being so smart? Or would she be punished? Just the thought of being punished again by the man made her cringe. The man reached his hand out for her head and a well of panic and fear rose up in her. But when he touched her, a warm, comforting force was released that was so strong it almost made her faint.

Meanwhile, Adele was having problems with the cork. “Damn this thing!” she said in her sweet, Southern voice. Kelly turned her head to see Adele tugging and pulling at the cork. All of a sudden, the God of Wine decided to allow them to partake of his essence and the cork slid quickly out. “Pop!” it went. Adele's large breasts shook as her right hand pulled the cork free. A splash of wine emerged from the now open top and spilled over her bare chest, rolling down the crevasse between her mammaries. “Oooou!” she yelled out, giggling. She looked down at herself, noting the dribble of wine rolling down her cleavage. “Oh, well,” she said, looking up and smiling, “waste not want not!"

The happy woman scurried over to Ramón still holding the wine bottle and the now impaled cork in her hands and, arching her back, leaned over and presented herself to him. She used the heels of her hands to spread her breasts apart. “Would you like to sample the wine?” she asked merrily. Ramón looked at her with what might be called amusement. He saw the line of liquid slowly descending between the woman's pretty breasts. “Why not,” he thought and he leaned his head forward and plunged his face into the deep valley. He dragged his tongue its length while massaging the tips of the naked woman's breasts with his hands.

Adele's eyes rolled back and she entered a mild swoon. “Ohhhhhhhh!” she moaned. He was sending his energy through her, a message of intense pleasure. Her adjustment to the alignments of her brain had gone better than he ever would have thought. He wanted to reward her. When he released her breasts, Adele's body swayed and she took a small step backwards. “Oh, my,” she said dreamily. It took her a moment to recover her equilibrium, but then she smiled at the man and proceeded to pour several inches of the amber hued liquid into his rounded wine glass. She then stepped around the kneeling Kelly and poured some into her own. She sat in her chair and brought the glass into the air. “First one today,” she said, grinning, and she took a deep sip.

Ramón mulled over the wonderful flavor of the liquid. He picked up his glass to sample some more. He noted the intoxicating nature of the beverage. He made a note not to consume too much. But the mouthful he swallowed brought a myriad of flavors to his palate. He did not know how to describe them; they were combined in both subtle and not so subtle degrees. It was another amazing discovery for him. He smiled at the pretty blond woman.

Adele started to slice the quiche. “I got the wine at Caravaggio's. The old man behind the counter said it was good,” she said as she lifted a slice and put it on Ramón's plate. “You know the place, Kelly, don't you? Well, if I got a nickel discount for every time he looked at my tits, I would have gotten it for free.” She was concentrating on her task of slicing and serving the quiche and did not look at the kneeling, naked woman or wait for a response.