Dreams and Desires (55 page)

For Kelly, there could have been no greater reminder that the women were Ramón's dedicated slaves. They treated her kindly, almost with reverence, but they served him. She wanted to cry out to them, awaken them from their trances. But aside from being gagged, she knew it would be of no avail. No one could resist the strange visitor she had conjured. He was master of all.

Kelly felt Adele stroke her long, auburn hair that was tied into a ponytail behind her head, reaching down to the middle of her back. “I know it's hard, honey,” she said softly, kindly. “But it's important. Everybody here loves you, especially Ramón."

Kelly began to whine behind her gag. Looking at the dream man, she could feel her desire for him rising. She knew she would be unable to resist him. She would put on a show of virulent lust for his adoring servants and she hated the thought of it. She had mated with the man in their presence before, and with most of the women separately, that was true. But this would be different. They would not be coparticipants in her sexual acts, they would be an audience.

Adele's hands went down her back and reached for the zipper of her tiny, soft cotton, beige skirt. Kelly felt it descend and the clasp unhooked. To her dismay, the skirt fell easily to her feet, revealing the tops of her thighs and her hairless sex. Adele then reached around her front and pulled her russet colored sweater blouse up over her head and down her bound arms. Her friend, or the person who had been her friend, unhooked her wrists and slid the sweater free. Kelly tried to pull her arms away to prevent them being bound behind her again, but the blond woman quickly took hold of them.

"Don't fight it, Kelly,” Adele told her. “It's what Ramón wants.” She refastened the bracelets on her wrists together. Usually, Adele used the little chain to connect them, giving her arms some play and easing the strain on Kelly's shoulders and back. But this time she connected them directly to each other, pulling her shoulders back, making her naked breasts jut out in presentation to the gallery.

While Adele knelt down to pull her skirt from around her ankles and remove her shoes, Kelly rued her nakedness before all of the clothed women. All eyes were on her and she was shamed. Her teeth clenched tightly on her gag in anguished frustration. Her breasts, which were denied her, swayed slightly on her chest, her nipples hard and pointed, as she lifted her feet one at a time obediently. She was dismally conscious of her hairless slit, displayed for all to see. At the same time, her pussy began to burn with unwanted need and she feared her crevasse was already glistening with her lubrication. Ramón stood in the center of the small crowd of women and she could feel his powers emanating from him towards her.

Kelly was wearing a pair of sheer, mauve stockings to match her now discarded beige skirt. Adele had removed her ankle bracelets and began to roll the stockings down her legs. The feel of the woman's hands on her thighs caused her to shiver with her rising passions. Kelly dolefully lifted one leg and then the other in passive, but disturbed acceptance of her fate as the stocking were removed.

Tears filled her eyes and drifted down her cheeks as Adele led her by her leash to the bed. She climbed upon it dutifully and allowed herself to be pulled to its center. Adele unhooked the leash and her gag and left her kneeling there, facing Ramón and his servants. She remained there, misery and anguish passing through her, for what seemed to be an eternity. Her collar, the symbol of her ownership by the enthralling man was her only adornment. Why had she been selected for this role as the focus of the stranger's lusts, she thought miserably. Any other of the women would be happy to serve him. She had had independence, a purpose in life. And now she lived like some kind of strange temple whore, the repository of others’ lusts. All eyes perused her bare flesh appreciatively, apparently either unconscious or uncaring of the torment her lascivious display caused her. Adele had said everybody loved her. But if they did, would they cooperate in her debasement like this? Enthralled as they were, were they capable of real love?

Ramón had been studying the reactions of his bound familiar. He sensed her unhappiness and turmoil. He couldn't help that. It was the price of her still free mind, a necessity if she was to continue to serve as the receptacle of the essence of the Whole that she drew for him from the other side of the dimensional wall. He had prepared this little ceremony both for her edification and that of his other servants. Their dedication to her protection and her well being would be reinforced. Now that his plans were beginning to advance, she would need to deliver more and more sustenance to him from the other side and would need to be kept in a state of almost constant sexual arousal. These women, his acolytes, would perform those services for him and they needed to be able to deal with his familiar as if she were a revered vessel, a being that had been transformed from being merely human to something else. They would have to ignore her right to self determination as a modern, free thinking woman and yet treat her gently, sympathetic to her plight as a captive of his will.

For the female, she would learn she was bound to obey his servants as she would he, to accept their ministrations to her. He would not have as much time to spend driving and satisfying her lust, an emotion necessary to facilitate her role as a conduit of his life force. She would have to accept their lips and hands and bodies as extensions of his. Her isolation from the world would from now on be near total and would remain so until his mission was complete.

The dream man had held back the radiance of his lusts while the female knelt uncomfortably under the gazes of the other women. Satisfied she had absorbed her lesson, he let the passionate emissions from his psyche to her mind slowly grow. He watched as her eyes and body recorded its delivery, her thighs tightening together, her eyes becoming glazed, her breath rising in tempo and depth. When she was ready, she would come to him.

Kelly felt the man's forces build up inside her. It was what she had feared, had known would happen. She gave a little cry and pressed her lips tightly together. Her breasts were taut with her rising need, her sex yearned for attention. She had been kneeling with her torso erect, as Adele had left her, but the wave of passion that passed through her made her lean forward, lower her head to her knees. She closed her eyes and moaned. Why didn't he come to her, she thought miserably. What did he make her suffer so?

Kelly looked up at the man who held her in his thrall. He was a man and yet, not a man. He was an alien, a specter from the abyss, and he owned her as much as any creature ever owned another. She knew what he wanted. For the past several weeks, her ability to feel his thoughts, his demands, had grown. It was like he was inside her head and, although he did not communicate in words, she understood him, obeyed him. Now he wanted her to pay obeisance to him, to worship him with her mouth so all the other women could see her subservience, her surrender to his needs and pleasure. Her mouth tingled with want for the feel of his plush, hard meat, the salty taste of his flesh, to experience the radiance of his powers.

Kelly knew the only way to assuage her misery was to take hold of the man's rampant cock with her lips. All of her shame and unhappiness at her nakedness before the other women, her regret for her abasement, would wash away in an instant. And the burning lust she felt for him, a lust that permeated her very soul, would be satisfied, her agony turned to bliss. And yet, she still hesitated. She was required to move to him. She was to confirm his dominance over her by her own volitional act. It would be like an act of confession before the assembled women, proof their blind faith in the man was right. The accomplished scientist, the modern, liberated woman would pay tribute to the man, cast away all other wants and needs. Their belief in her consent to everything that happened to her, everything that they did to her in his name, would find its justification right here.

Overcome with her desires, anxious to put an end to her suffering, Kelly finally began to inch towards the man on her knees. Her gaze was focused on the object of her lust, the man's jutting prick. Out of the corners of her eyes she saw the women come closer to the bed and surround it, all the better to witness her worship of the man's tool. His prick was at the level of her breasts and she had to lean over to address it. Ramón held it still for her with his strong right hand. Tears still flowing down her face, she gave a soft sob and then, parting her trembling lips, took it inside her.

The contact between the hard wand of flesh and her lips brought Kelly immediate relief. She moaned as she pressed her lips down the thick shaft, let the head push along her tongue. Her whole body rejoiced at union with the dream man. She had not noticed the tension in the room while she was lost in her own dismal quandary, but she felt it now even as it dissipated. It was as if the women were sending her their own mental messages of approval, of joy at her compliance with the man's will.

Kelly worked her tongue and lips feverishly over Ramón's cock, her head bobbing with each stroke of her lips, her breasts swaying freely beneath her. All her worries and fears seemed so unimportant now. It was true the other women had been relieved of the burden of their self will, had subsumed their thoughts and wills to the dream man's, but none of them, she knew, felt what she was feeling now. The man's mind and hers was one. As she suckled at the bulbous tip to his cock, she could feel his pleasure, his thrill. When she leaned back and teased the tiny opening at its tip with her tongue, the exquisite sensations passed through his mind to hers. As she lowered her pursed lips down the long, rigid shaft, she could feel the warmth of her mouth raise her own lusts as it raised his. What a fool I was to resist, Kelly thought amidst her rising passion. Whatever the man wanted, whatever price she had to pay to feel what she was feeling now, to experience the bliss of mingling her lusts with his, was worth it.

As Kelly felt the man's passion building to its crescendo, she became aware of the minds of all the other women in the room. They had all joined hands and her and her lord's building climaxes were passing through his hands to their bodies. It was like she was looking into them through the man's mind. She felt their honest love and affection for her, could identify all of their distinctive psyches, Adele, Chandra, Felicity and Melissa, Hannah and Lucy, Cindy and Natalie, even the new woman, Nancy. They all had their distinctive tones and flavors. Whatever happened, whatever the man demanded from her, she realized they would help her, be all around her, as they were now.

When Ramón's cock began to throb and spasm inside her mouth, Kelly's pussy exploded with pleasure. She moaned deeply as the man's hot discharge flooded her. Her lips thrilled to feel the pulses of his ejaculations, her mind reeled at the sensations of his pleasure as they were passed on to her. The other women cried and moaned as they received the blessings of the couple's mingled passions.

The enthralled woman drank at the flow of the man's rewarding essence until its source ran dry. Her mind dizzy with its effects, her body warm with satisfaction, she slowly eased her lips back until the still hard shaft escaped them. Ramón, breaking his contact with the other women, took her head in his hands and kissed her lips, mingling his tongue with hers. Kelly's tears of shame and unhappiness had turned into tears of joy. He dropped his hands to her back and encircled her, his strong arms pressing her body into his. The woman felt her lusts begin to build again. She wanted more from her dream man, all he could give her.

Ramón unfastened Kelly's bound wrists and pushed her body so she was lying on her back on the bed. He pulled her up to its center and knelt between her widespread thighs. His eyes drank in her beauteous, supine form. She looked up at him expectantly. But he would wait for her invitation, the gesture of her subservience.

Kelly desperately wanted the man to pierce her, to fill her with his pleasure giving cock. For a moment, she wondered in her fevered lust why he had paused. And then she remembered. She would have to present herself to him, confess her need, invite his possession of her. Conscious of the watchful eyes of the enthralled women, Kelly spread her legs wide, raised her knees and thrust her hips upwards, proffering her shaven pudenda to its real owner. The shame of the bared flesh was still with her, but her need was great. She watched with lustful anticipation as her captor's eyes were directed towards her hairless slit. Her hands were free to roam her body and, in her lust, she pushed them over her flat belly and along her inner thighs. It had been a long time since she had been able to do so. Her arms were now almost always locked behind her, her personal needs seen to by others. It was strange to be able to feel her own body with her hands. Her own touch seemed almost foreign to her, the touch of a stranger. She resisted the urge to stroke herself, to assuage the fearsome need of her loins, an act forbidden to her.

Kelly rued the fact that the other women were witnesses to the fevered display of her need. She closed her eyes and bit her lip to stop from crying out. Her mind focused on the vision of her proffered sex, the smooth, plump skin, the long, uncamouflaged slit. Fearful she would violate the taboo of touching it, she balled her hands into fists and withdrew them, drawing them in towards the center of her body. Her wrists brushed the bottoms of her breasts and she was reminded of the fact that they, too, were forbidden to her. Her nipples ached with the need for caresses, for the man's pleasure giving hands to seize them. She felt her breasts sway as her body began to writhe, heightening her awareness of them, and she pulled her arms up towards her head, arching her back, offering her soft, engorged globes to her lord and master.

Ramón watched the woman's display with lustful interest. He was pleased at her obedience, a difficult task considering her need. He reached out his hand and stroked her proffered sex gently with his fingers, causing the woman to shudder with pleasure. Proper behavior deserved its reward and he began to caress the gap between her flush labial lips with his thumb. She moaned as he worked it deeper and deeper into her cleft. When he spread her moisture over her hardened clit and began to rub it gently, she gave out a long, deep sigh.