Dreams and Desires (24 page)

Jonathan Blackthorne, who had once carried the reference which could be best phonetisized as Jnthrn, had, about five years ago, jumped to this dimension and emerged from the lustful dreams of a 25 year old professor of biology at the University of Chicago. The shapely and handsomely attractive Professor Diane Lanier had earned her PhD. about a year before and was new on the University faculty. He had subdued her easily. Luckily for him, her pretty, 19 year old sister Nadine had been visiting from their Midwestern home. She had appeared, dressed in her baby blue, sheer, baby doll nightgown at the doorway to her sister's bedroom after having been awoken by her sister's frantic cries of passion. When the shocked Nadine took in a deep inhalation of breath prefatory to a scream, Jnthrn had simply turned and paralyzed her mind. Once he had driven her older sister to exhaustion with her third body shaking orgasm, he had made the pretty, dazed, younger girl strip, fall to her knees, place her forehead to the floor and accept the intrusion of his thick cock into her already moistened, tight canal while he rearranged her thinking to suit him. When he sent a large flow of his essence into her, causing her to moan and shudder in pleasure, she was claimed.

Nadine had been useful in effectuating his control over the beautiful, blond professor, engaging enthusiastically in their sexual trysts. Nadine had cute, coffee cup sized breasts, long, strait chestnut hair she kept in a ponytail and stood only about 5'4” tall. The soon to be former professor of biology was taller and more delectably filled out. To Professor Lanier's dismay, Nadine took readily to pleasuring her bound and gagged sister while Jnthrn recovered his forces for another bout of intercourse with her. She also made the professor's excuses to the University administration, explaining that Diane had come down with a severe case of the flu and wouldn't be able to make classes for a few days. With Nadine's assistance, Jnthrn, the sound of which had emerged in Nadine's mind as Jonathan, was able to solidify his control over her older sister, filling her with an almost continuous flow of his seed until her need for him had built up and become like an addictive drug. At the end of the third day, she had been fully enraptured.

This was Jnthrn's third jump. After his second, he had made up his mind he would not return from his next, assuming the dimension in which he found himself was as accommodating as his last one. He had not been disappointed. In fact, he could have not been more pleased. The sensual capabilities of these beings far exceeded that of the life forms he had previously encountered. He had made up his mind at once he would never go back to assimilation with the Whole.

Renegades were not unknown to the Whole, but it was rare. Jnthrn had studied the efforts of other aspects of the Whole who had ‘gone native’ so to speak. Their cases were carefully examined by those selected for the hazardous ‘profession’ of movement across dimensional barriers as warnings of the dangers of interdimensional travel. Jnthrn had learned from their mistakes. They had all been retrieved by another jumper armed with the moral authority of the Whole who had ‘convinced’ them of the errors of their ways and facilitated their return. Jnthrn was determined this would not happen to him.

His first goal was to lose himself. He compelled Diane to convert all of her holdings into cash and, with Nadine, they had fled the City of Chicago and headed south. Jnthrn had assimilated much of Diane and Nadine's stores of knowledge about the alien culture in which he found himself. The traveler had immersed himself in learning what he would have to know to meld in with the aboriginal population of the planet, principally by watching TV during breaks between his bouts of sexual relations with the two lust driven women. It was easy to build himself a native identity with Professor Lanier's computer, which had been tied into the University's and, through it, to various governmental entities. There had been a social security card and a driver's license waiting for him at a commercial mail box facility when they arrived in St. Louis.

He spent the next week or so exploring the city and conditioning himself to his new environment. While he was out, Nadine stood guard over the bound and enthralled professor, seeing to her bodily needs and ensuring she was maintained in a steady, maddening state of sexual heat. Jnthrn practiced his command of spoken language and toyed with the minds of the people on the street. He had learned much about the sentient beings of this culture in the space of two weeks, perceiving as useful to his ends their tendency to easy corruption and their callous abuse of each other. He spent most of the time driving the female he had converted into his familiar further and deeper into an obsessive, mind wrenching need for his sexual attentions and his very presence, strengthening their bond and reshaping her as a more efficient conduit for the energies he needed to be drawn across the void between dimensions.

Professor Lanier's assets had been somewhat limited and the cash had run out fast. He could have easily transferred millions of dollars to himself by invading online banking records in spite of their ridiculously simplistic security precautions. That would have created a trail he did not want, and, perhaps, complications, as the financial institutions would undoubtedly recruit specialized governmental agencies to trace the stolen money. And, it would make it that much easier for the jumper sent to track him down to find him. So, when the cash was almost exhausted, he sold the pretty, cooperative, pert breasted Nadine to a pimp in East St. Louis for $25,000. The fast talking black man had been somewhat reluctant to make the deal, but when he saw how enthusiastically and joyfully Nadine serviced himself and his friends, and how pleased she was at the prospect of becoming his property, he jumped at it.

Afterwards, Jonathan, as he learned to think of himself (having decided to abandon his prior ‘name’ as a symbol of his determination never to return), desirous of making his trail harder to follow, moved his center of operations west, to Denver, Colorado. There, he converted several other, young, attractive disciples who would be more useful than the sometimes bubble headed younger sister of his familiar. He actually found it more efficient to have the enthralled Diane serviced and handled for his benefit by females strange to her, eliminating all ties to her former existence.

Another thing Jonathan had abandoned was the strict ethical code of the Whole. It had been easy for him. He had learned to despise the limitations on his ‘personality’ inherent in life as an aspect of the Whole. He realized that had he not hidden his yearnings for a more personal, individualized existence, he would have been considered what we would call mentally ill. Although lust was the fuel that connected him to the other universe, for he still needed to maintain that connection, he had found fear greatly enhanced its potency. To instill fear meant to inflict pain. He personally found physical violence abhorrent. Psychic pain was another thing. He often made the lovely, blond Diane writhe in acute distress as a reminder of her duties to him. He had felt a great wave of it when he let the former biology professor know of her baby sister's fate.

The conversion of Nadine to a whore had been so easy and so profitable, he had quickly enthralled and sold four more delectable young women. Cruising the streets and parks of the city for appropriate candidates, he would, by the simple expedient of touching their arms or their hands, entrance them and have them follow him back to the small apartment he had rented. He enjoyed breaking the pretty girls in before selling them. They cried and whined when he forced them to undress themselves in his naked presence and that of his other servants. He fed off of their fear and terror, as well as the passion he had stoked in them. One, a black haired, petit beauty who was in Denver just to visit some friends, begged and pleaded to be spared when he informed her of her impending fate. Unlike Nadine, whose memories of her prior existence he wiped out, he left these unhappy young women's memories intact, yet made them unable to disobey the commands of their new ‘employers’ or to resist the demands of the intense lust he instilled in them.

The money had been useful in setting up the computer equipment he needed and securing quarters where he could more easily keep his familiar in bondage. His education in this universe's laws and the basics of its technology and science increased exponentially. Meanwhile he built his powers through the lust and fear of his familiar and the servants he recruited. He knew the Whole could not terminate his bond to it. It was bound by its own morals and could not do anything to violate its taboo against taking any form of life. Cutting him from its flow of essence between the dimensions would mean the termination of his existence. And once he had access, the only limit on the amount of energy he could “pull through” was the capabilities of his familiar.

Every morning he would drain the female of the energy she had obtained through her dreams. During the day, he would repeatedly drive her into frenzies of lust. She could not resist him even though he could not use his direct forms of mind control on her. He was her dream man, the epitome of her desires. He had been imbued with the physical form of her ideal. His servants, three appealing, young, now insatiably passionate women, all had regular employments and, after their conversions, had severed all other social relationships and moved in with him. They contributed their salaries to his needs but for the small allowances he permitted them, made sure the isolated house he had rented in a rural suburb was properly supplied with the necessitates of life and, in spite of the deep seated fear he had inculcated in them, adoringly and energetically complied with any and all of his sexual demands.

It was in his third month that he had his stroke of luck. He had just left the law office of a bright, up and coming, business attorney one of his servants had located for him and was in the elevator on his way out of the building when Dolores Marjoram, the 33 year old former trophy wife and now widow of prominent industrialist, Philip Marjoram, stepped in. Jonathan had recruited the handsome and well connected young female attorney because he had designed some improvements on existing technology and needed to establish a commercial entity to exploit them. This was in accordance with his second goal: wealth. Naturally, he wanted to enjoy and partake in the most refined and pleasurable experiences his new world offered. These things, he realized, cost money. More importantly, he needed access and use of the finest, most advanced laboratories and technology to build tools that would help him avoid the fate of prior rebels from conformity to the Whole. That would take great amounts of money. And quickly too.

The improvement of the primitive local technology had been simple. The hard part was to develop refinements subtle enough that they did not raise eyebrows as being sudden, miraculous breakthroughs. He did not want to draw untoward attention to himself. And he could not just walk into a company and plop an invention on their desk and receive cash in exchange. He would need to found a corporation, set up bank accounts, pay taxes.

Jonathan had left the pretty, street smart attorney disheveled and exhausted in her office after fucking her three times on her desk during their hour long interview. He had sat in her office chair while she suckled his cock fervently, kneeling between his legs, his hands on her head, redirecting her life's goals to serving him.

Mrs. Marjoram was an attractive 37 years old. She had taken advantage of all of the resources available to her through the wealth of her older husband to maintain her youth and vigor. Her thick, blond hair was stylishly cut to just below her shoulders. Her breasts were round and firm, filling the bodice of her Givinchy “little black dress” enticingly. Her long, well toned legs were shown off provocatively up to just above mid thigh. She was wearing killer black pumps and dark, sheer stockings. Dolores had been a moderately successful, aging, fashion model when she infatuated the much older, just divorced Philip at a party. She had been just 27 when they had married and he had been a spry 76. She hadn't expected him to last more than a few years. He had, to her dismay, lasted ten. Now, she wore her well tailored, stylish and revealing widow's weeds with aplomb, ecstatic at her new freedom and planning a long vacation in Acapulco. She had been visiting her attorneys, the ones whose firm name was too long to fit on a single line on an envelope and whose 75 associates and junior partners occupied the top three floors of the building, to discuss details of her husband's estate and how best for her to assume control of it. She and his 22 year old daughter by a prior marriage, a girl whom she detested virulently, were Mr. Marjoram's sole heirs with Mrs. Marjoram left a controlling 62%. The estate was worth over 300 million dollars.

Jonathan had developed the habit of probing the minds of women he came across while out in the world and had immediately sensed her usefulness. By the time the elevator had reached the bottom floor, Dolores had invited him to lunch. When lunch was over, they went to one of the first class hotels in the business district and rented a room. When she left at 9 o'clock that evening, she was his.

Jonathan realized his conquest of the heart of the beautiful widow would have to seem appropriately gradual and respectful to her dead husband's memory in order to avoid unacceptable public remonstrance. Consistent with his desire to live a low key existence, he didn't want their marriage to become grist for the scandal sheets. And so over the next six months, while he developed his cachet as a moderately successful entrepreneur from back east, his public courtship of the beautiful widow progressed gradually. Privately, he took every opportunity to cement her to his will. The day after their tryst in the elegant, downtown hotel, he took her, on the pretense of a trip to a mountain spa, to his rural homestead, where he taught her the meaning of fear and uncontrollable lust for four days.

They were married in Aspen, a huge affair that was the social hit of the season. Jonathan had realized he would not be able to squelch the publicity surrounding their union. However, the splash was just temporary and when they settled down to married life on the 2500 acre Marjoram estate fifty miles northeast of Denver, the public's interest in them quickly faded. Jonathan had the guest house converted to his private domain where he installed his familiar and his three randy acolytes. Dolores spent most of her days energetically serving him or them, popping out on the social scene under his strict psychic control from time to time, just enough to stifle any rumors.