Dreams and Desires (29 page)

"Betty,” Jonathan, said to the confused, upset girl, “please move a little closer to me so I can caress you.” Betty complied immediately, even raising her chest so her lovely, heavy mounds could find a home in the man's hands. Jonathan reached out and took hold of them, sending waves of lust and fear into the dark skinned woman. She whined as it flowed through her. He then sent her a strong message of obedience, forcing his will over hers. It only took a few seconds. He altered her mind surgically, leaving her memories and personality in place, but depriving her of independence, rebelliousness, self interest. He terminated her brain's ability to receive stimulation from the drugs that were in her system and replaced it with an intense sensitivity to stimulation of her loins, her lips and the tips of her breasts. He drew new lines of pleasure from the tight ring of her rear entry to her brain.

The young woman moaned as Jonathan's hands continued to stimulate her. He passed to her a need to obey him so strong and deep into her psyche that her body shuddered when it received it.

Jonathan did not need to explain to the old man what he was doing. And he had not been concerned about the ability to meet the old man's challenge. He wanted to impress the strength and intensity of his powers on the priest so he would tell the others, bring others to him, until the tribe was willing to let him build his sanctuary here.

Jonathan removed his hands from the girl's breasts. She was panting with lust and consternation. She knew the man had done something to her, changed her. She knew she shouldn't have such a strong desire to be possessed by him, to serve him, but it was there, as undeniable as the need to breathe. She wanted to offer herself to him, be with him, go with him when he left. Nothing else mattered.

Jonathan sent the girl a silent message and she quickly turned and began to pull off her boots. When they had been shed, she leapt to her feet and loosened, removed and stepped out of her skirt. She then pulled her tights down over her thighs and then off of her feet, a thin black thong with it. She resumed her kneeling posture in front of the compelling white man. Jonathan sent her a wave of pleasure for her obedience and she moaned.

"Face the priest, Betty,” the powerful, dimension traveler told her. “Show him your pretty breasts."

The girl turned her body so she was facing the old man and lifted her breasts to him. The old man looked at them appreciatively.

"
She has nice tits,"
the old man said to Jonathan.

Jonathan did not reply. Instead, he moved on to conclude his demonstration of power. The hot sun beat down upon the girl. Her dark body was sweating and her knees were covered with dust. Her breathing was heavy, raising her chest up and down making her breasts flutter. She was cupping them in her hands, proffering them to the strange, old man. Blackthorne eased his control over her until her mind began to race with frantic worry about how the man had compelled her to strip and pose lasciviously before the old one. Although the girl had spoken English when she had arrived, she had learned Apache as a child and had buried it deeply within her. Blackthorne reached into her subconscious and opened it to let her ability to understand the harsh, guttural sounds bloom forth.

"
Fawn Who Leaps
,” he addressed her, “
you have made your body into a pit of sin. You have shown your body to strange men, let them touch it and use it for the white man's money. You have used the white man's poison to dull your brain and to excite your body. You have abandoned the old ways, shown your disdain for your elders. Even today, you have stolen from this priest, keeping what was meant for him, lying to him, seeking to profane the medicines of your religion and sell to the white man"

The Indian girl shivered in fear. She could not move a muscle of her body, although every ounce of her will wanted to get up and run away. The man had some strange power over her, she realized it. Suddenly, she panicked. “The white man is a witch!” she screamed inside. Her mother, now dead from alcoholism and drugs, her father, who disappeared several years ago and had not been seen since, her aunts and uncles who had tried to keep her from her self destructive ways, all had told her the old tales about spirits who could take human form and steal your soul. Back at the pueblo, the other young people had told stories about the old man, saying that he dealt with devils. The older ones, when they heard that talk quieted them and refused to speak of him. She should have realized something was up when her aunt, her face serious and concerned, gave her the twenty dollars and told her to bring the liquor to him. She needed the money for gas to get back to Billingsly. She should have known better. And now, here she was, in the power of a demon. She started to cry and made an attempt to beg for release. She couldn't get any sounds past her lips and her fear deepened. She looked at the old man. He looked cruel and decrepit, evil. What were they going to do to her? Would they turn her into a snake or a rat, or imprison her in a stone? Would they burn her body as a sacrifice, her and the white woman who they held prisoner?

Jonathan let the lovely, desirable, dark skinned woman's fears rage inside her. He reached into her mind and fueled them, filling her with despair. He then drove her body to lust, causing her pussy to ache with need.

"
I have come here to punish you for your sins, Fawn Who Leaps. I am going to take possession of your body and steal your soul. You will serve my priest, obey him in all things without question, without hesitation. Your body will burn with desire for the touch of men, and you will please those that my priest, your master, shall direct, offering yourself to them, yearning to be filled by them."

Jonathan stood and quickly removed his clothes. He was tall and muscular. His skin was pale, as pale as the bleached stones in the desert. His shoulder length blond hair blew in the hot wind. Before kneeling down behind the shaking, quivering girl, he removed one of his talismans from his pants pocket. When he was on his knees behind the girl, he placed it on the ground before her and then reached around her, seizing her full, soft breasts. He sent a strong message of pleasure and need through his hands to the terrified girl. Her hands were still under her breasts, cupping them. Blackthorne let his right hand descend across the shapely woman's taut belly and over her thick thatch of pubic hair until he felt her mound beneath. He traced a line down between her lower lips, parting them, letting the impassioned girl's moisture run free. She sighed deeply when his finger entered her and then began to tease the nub of pleasure at the top.

"
When I enter you with my cock, Fawn who Leaps
,” he whispered in her ear, “
you will feel your soul begin to empty from your body and flow into my manhood. When I fill you with my seed, your lust will overflow and your will will be gone and you will be my servant forever. Bend over and spread your legs and offer yourself to me."

Fawn-who-Leaps gave a mighty sob and leaned forwards until she was on her hands and knees. Crying, she spread her legs obediently. When Jonathan poised the head of his cock outside her plush gates, rubbing the tip along her swollen lips, the lovely Apache girl's body shook with fear. Jonathan was feeding off of her terrified emissions. His cock radiated with intense energy and as he pushed it forward, parting the Apache girl's outer sex lips, submerging it into her hot, soft interior, the girl gave out a loud wail of grief.

The pretty, young whore who had called herself Betty felt her identity and will being drawn into the man's thick, hot cock as it filled her. At the same time, her body began to burn with intense, unquenchable desire. She moaned and rocked her hips against those of the demon who was filling her, stealing her, taking everything from her. She felt her lusts growing higher and higher, frantic that she was nearing the moment of her doom, unable to prevent herself from expediting its approach.

Blackthorne directed the panting, lustful girl's eyes to the amulet on the ground in front of her. “
Look upon my sign, Fawn Who Leaps,"
he told her. “
This is the sign you will serve and whose possessor you will obey. When you look on it, you will feel fear and lust. You will think of me and my power over you. You will feel loneliness and despair that only service to your master can dispel.
"

Jonathan sent the girl a wave of unhappiness and misery as she stared at the metallic disk. She moaned in anguish as she felt its power over her. And then the black hearted, white skinned demon pushed a strong wave of lust through the girl. He came at the same time, flooding her delicate chamber with his spunk. The girl's passion overwhelmed her and her pussy pulsed and spasmed in return. “Ohhhhhhhhh!” she yelled as the intense pleasure mixed with her knowledge that she was lost. “Nooooooooo! Noooooooo! Ooooooooh!"

The broad shouldered, blond man groaned with satisfaction. His mind drank in the girl's despair as the hot sun baked his body. He could feel the sweat running off of him as he relished the throbbing of his meat inside the girl's pulsing sex. “Ohhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned again. “Ohhhhhhhh!"

Fawn Who Leaps felt the man's hot juices spread into her womb, damning her. Her eyes were fixed on the evil symbol of his power on the ground in front of her. She felt the loss of her will and her soul even as her body radiated with satisfaction at her powerful climax.

Jonathan let his manhood slide from the sobbing woman's channel. He leaned over and retrieved the talisman and handed it to the old man. “
She is yours,
” he told him.

The two men sat and drank some more whiskey. The sobs of the lost Apache girl subsided slowly until she silently, in despair, placed her head on the ground in the dust in front of her.

"You have strong power,"
the old man finally said.
"The word will spread quickly about what you have done to this girl and the men will come to see and to use her body. Come back in thirty days and I will assemble many members of our tribe. They will want to see your power for themselves. You will have what you want. My father fought the white man, and his father and his, the Americanos and the Spaniards. My people are poor and weak. You will make them strong and give them hope. Our women will no longer serve as sluts in their bars and the men will not take the welfare and the money of the Indian Agency. The spirits of our fathers and mothers will sing as the people return to the old ways.
"

Jonathan, pleased, rose to leave. After he was dressed, the old man went back into the tent and retrieved the gourd that contained the hallucinogenic he had fed Jonathan's familiar. He spoke to him again. “
Give her this to drink, no more than once a day. Her dreams bring you power. When she drinks this, she will dream while she is awake and draw more energy for you from your ghost world. Keep the dream hood on her so all that she sees will be in her mind. And one more thing, leave me one of your white women so my people can see what you have done to her and how I can force her to serve them. The one with the fiery hair."

Jonathan realized the old man had seen into his mind and learned of the other women in the camper. He also realized the old man would serve him well, but only so long as he, Jonathan, kept his promises to the Apaches. That was no problem. They were fierce and loyal and deserved to be strong and have power. Over the years to come, they would be very useful. He would reward them manyfold.

Blackthorne called for the redheaded Marie to come out of the trailer. He knew the three women had been peeking from its windows, watching. Marie, the 24 year old former kindergarten teacher from a small town just outside Denver, came trotting happily out, apparently in anticipation of his or the old man's use of her. She was naked and her breasts swayed pleasantly as she stepped hurriedly but cautiously over the rock strewn dirt the 20 yards or so over to the two men. Her hair was bright orange, loose and free down to below her shoulders. Her skin was almost pink, and she had round, soft hips and strong, heavy thighs. Her eyes were big and round and starry blue. She carried the tattoo of his talisman over her hairless mons. Jonathan hated to lose her. She was the first of the three acolytes he had recruited and she had served him energetically and well. He quickly overcame his momentary qualms. She, like all of them, was an inferior being. What difference did it make? He could get a hundred red heads who would serve him just as enthusiastically. Whatever fate the old man ultimately had in mind for her, it was no business of his.

When Marie stepped near to him, she saw the hardness in his eyes. She looked at him and the old man and a look of anxiety and uncertainty crossed her pretty face. Jonathan ordered the now unhappy Maria to kneel before the wrinkled, shabby, old Indian and compelled her into his service. The old man showed her the amulet and her body shuddered with fear.

The pleased traveler called the other women and they came and retrieved the woozy and dazed Diane and brought her back to the trailer, her face still covered with the deerskin hood. The old man, whose name Jonathan still didn't know, had retrieved two long, leather thongs from his tent and was tying the hands of Marie and the Apache girl behind their backs. He had another gourd of psychedelics and poured long drinks into each of the girls’ obedient mouths. He looked at Jonathan. “
I have my own ceremonies to perform,"
he said by way of explanation.

As Jonathan maneuvered the van around to begin his drive off of the reservation, he saw the old man leading the two bound and naked, compliant women into the tent.

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And so Blackthorne had his fortress, or would have once the formal arrangements were made and he could start having it built. He contacted the company's chief of the engineering division, a man whose pretty little wife he had converted some weeks before, and went over detailed topographic maps with him and started to plan what facilities his fortress would need. He had introduced some innovations to the company's products that had the marketplace abuzz. Already profits had started to climb. He had a couple of other ideas under development and, once he was able to arrange the acquisition of the appropriate smaller companies, he would introduce them.