Dreams and Desires (6 page)

He didn't want to hurt her and he was not angry at her resistance. Surprised, desperate, but not angry. The teachings of the Whole were clear when it came to the subject of administering pain to other beings, sentient or not. It was permissible only as a last measure and then only to creatures of significantly lower intellect and reason. These humans qualified in that category, and it was necessary. She might injure herself or him. It was also essential he not create undue interference with her brain patterns. The energy that flowed through her to him, his connection to the Whole, depended on the maintenance of the synapses and brain connections that existed at the time of his jump. Disturbing them might weaken or even break the connection. He had to be careful.

The alien was capable of delivering a literally agonizing amount of pain to the woman's system. He had, after all, access to her mind. Aside from the practical reasons not to inflict it, however, he knew that would be wrong, even if it did temporarily disable her and make her fear to oppose him. There were lesser measures which would suffice. When he laid his hand to her head, his mind entered hers and caused a mild disturbance in her cells. The feeling it would produce would be akin to extreme sickness, like a raging flue. He watched as her surprised eyes recorded the sickening discomfort. Her lips moved in a futile attempt to speak, she looked at him forlornly and then she collapsed.

The man was both exhausted and exhilarated from his combat with the human female. Some part of his maleness thrilled at the experience of physically dominating her. And victory seemed sweet. But he had expended a lot of energy. He would need to recuperate and revitalize himself. First, though, he needed to be assured the woman would no longer pose a threat, that she would be controlled until such time as he could utilize more sophisticated, subtle methods.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize her ability to use her arms against him needed to be suppressed and that she needed to be silenced. Her screams could alert other humans, even in this remote location, who would come to her aid. His mind went over the inventory of objects he had viewed in his quick survey of the house and combined it with images he had taken from the young woman's memories and experiences. An image of a ball of thick but soft cordage in a drawer in the kitchen came to his consciousness as did a roll of silvery tape. He saw from her mind how they could be used.

It took some effort to drag the woman's limp body over to the bed. He placed her on it, face down and went into the kitchen to gather his tools. He added to his list a sharp knife with which to cut the cord and scissors to cut the tape.

When he came back to the room, the woman was beginning to stir. She tried to crawl away from him as he sat down next to her. He placed his weight on her, pinning her to the bed. He acted quickly. He cut a 3’ long length of the cord and, relying on images the woman had herself unknowingly given him, gathered her wrists behind her and tied them off together. He made several circuits with the cord around her joined wrists, sideways and over the top, in a crossed pattern. He fastened it with a firm, triple knot.

He tore off a seven inch long strip of the wide duct tape. Holding the strip in his hand, he turned her body over to get access to her face. He moved his leg across her torso and knelt on either side, straddling her. Her eyes blinked open; her face was a mask of fear. She was about to speak when he laid the top side of the tape over her upper lip. With his hands on either side of her face, her forced her chin up and her lips together with his thumbs and pressed the tape across her mouth, patting it down until the seal was complete.

Kelly had felt her arms being joined behind her back. She knew she should fight him, struggle to the very last, but was too weak to resist. When the man rolled her over and climbed on top of her, she wanted to speak to him, to negotiate, to plead for release. She whined with fright and frustration when the man imprisoned her lips with the silvery tape. She had lost what was in all probability her last, best chance at escape. Her mind reeled with fear of what he was going to do to her, how long it would last, what he would do to her when he was finished. Tears came to her eyes. She didn't want to cry, but a wave of sorrow passed through her. She had never thought her life would end like this.

The visitor watched the emotions pass through his captive's face. He could feel them emanating from her. They strengthened him. And the contact of his naked body with hers, the sight of her bare breasts, the thrill of his physical control of her, had excited his human body. His cock had grown hard. He placed his smooth, strong hands on the woman's soft, inviting breasts. It was strange to him how his body derived such pleasure from the feel of the plump mounds. She moaned her unhappiness at his touch. But once he began to send his signals of pleasure to her, her face began to soften and her breath eased from its rapid, panicky pace, to a long, soft sigh.

Kelly watched with fear as the man gave her breasts gentle, loving strokes. Warmth and pleasure seemed to flow through the strong, large hands that had engulfed them. She felt her desire begin to rise and she cursed herself for it. What kind of woman was she, she thought, that a mere caress of her breasts could so immediately and intensely drive her lusts. Unwillingly, she gave a long, deep sigh of passion. She thought of her naked and exposed sex. The fact that her lower body was restricted from her view, blocked by the bulk of the man's body, made it feel more exposed and vulnerable than it would have otherwise. It made her think of a phrase from a book she had read as a young girl, “...that part of her body that could be used independent of the rest.” The book had made her, at the time, long for the release from responsibility for her desires. She had forgotten about it, put those feelings away as foibles of youth. But now it came back to her, how the men in the book had imposed pleasure on the pretty, young woman. It was what this man was doing to her now.

Kelly felt as if the man was transmitting some kind of drug or power to her body through his hands. What kind of man was he? Why had she dreamed of him? She did not believe in precognition or any such hocus pocus. But here he was, identical to the dream man of her visions. It just couldn't be happening!

He had still not spoken a word to her. His cold gaze belied the passion she knew her body raised in him. She could feel his stiff prick on her belly, his unsheathed sword with which he would soon penetrate her. How could he be capable of such strong desire, such raging lust that he would invade a stranger's home and violate her against her will and yet remain apparently so self possessed?

The man had been softly caressing her blood filled breasts for several minutes now. He stroked them slowly upwards, his large hands virtually surrounding them and then closing as they reached the tips, administering sharp pinches to the hard, distended nipples. Kelly felt as if every inch of her breasts were hotwired for sensation. The man's motions mesmerized her, caused her exposed pussy to burn. Her mind didn't want it, but her body relished the man's touch, each connection between their bare skins.

Having satisfied his hands’ lust for her soft orbs, Kelly's tormentor slid his body down her torso, until his lips could reach her stiff teats. He took them in his mouth, one by one, savoring their hardness, sucking and licking at them. His hard prick lay along the puffed lips of her sexual opening, as if presaging its penetration of her. The heat of his tongue and lips sent tingles of pleasure through the captive woman's body. She moaned again, half in protest, half in pleasure. She tried to will her bound hands free, but the cords that held them, imprisoned them under her back, were tight and sure. He slid further down her body, forcing his legs between hers. She watched as his hand glided across her taut belly and over her upper thighs. She tried to push them together to deny her assailant access to her tender flesh, but the man had captured her right leg with his left and was pushing against her other with his right knee, forcing her legs wide apart.

Kelly's body shuddered as she felt the man's thick finger trace the line of her already moistened slit. Delicately, as if handling a baby bird, he stroked her there, drawing her deeper and deeper into her need. She felt the tender lips parted, felt the finger delve inside. It slid easily upwards until it made soft contact with her stiff pleasure bud, teasing it gently, circling it, rubbing it, sending her into a deep longing for release.

The impassioned woman felt the man's lips leave her breasts. She had closed her eyes, to shut out the vision of the callous man above her, to try and block out what was happening to her body. She opened them now and the man's eyes captured them. He was peering deeply into her, she could just feel it. It was like he was examining her soul. She waited for him to mount her, wanting him despite her dismay at her powerlessness to refuse him. She then realized he had no immediate intention to do so. He was going to bring her off with his hand. She was going to put on a show for him, she thought dismally: woman in the throes of an orgasm.

Kelly's passion grew higher and higher. Her mind disobeyed her desperate attempts to ward off the pleasure of the man's caresses and instead, shut out all else but the messages of passion the man's determined fingers were sending her and his mesmerizing, deep, dark gaze. When she felt her orgasm rising, she tried once more, feebly, to shut her legs, to drive the tormenting hand away. When the first, pounding, wrenching contractions of her pussy began, she gave up all efforts at denying the man what he wanted. Her body shook as the waves of pleasure engulfed her. She moaned staccato behind her sealed lips at each intense pulse of pleasure, “Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” Humiliated at the loss of control of her body, her eyes peered frantically at the man's, begging and pleading for him to halt the almost painful seizures within her womb.

Out of breath, drained by her climax, Kelly's body went limp as her orgasm subsided. She was grateful for the surcease of her passion. She thought she detected a hint of a smile of satisfaction on the man's face, his first expression of emotion other than desire. He took his hand from her loins and caressed her belly and her breasts, softly. He brought it to his nose, inhaling her scent. He then grabbed her by the hips and turned her over.

The vision of the female in the throes of her orgasm had been, in fact, very satisfying to the man. He had felt her energy enter him, working to solidify their bond. Now he had his own needs to satisfy. His body was hot with lust. He had learned the ABC's of coitus from the woman's mind and wanted to possess her from behind. He grabbed her hips and flipped her to her belly. He pulled her hips back until she was on her knees, her head on the mattress, her breasts pressed against her thighs, her legs spread beneath her. Kneeling behind the woman's finely shaped, taut, rear cheeks, he grabbed his stiff and burning cock with his right hand, maneuvered it to her dilated slit and pushed up and into her hot, tight canal.

The woman's body seemed to vibrate with pleasure as he pressed his thick manhood deeply into her still burning pussy. She uttered a deep, forlorn groan. Her bound hands twisted and writhed on her pale, curvaceous back. Her long, silky, auburn ponytail rested on the mattress beside her. He placed his hands on her hips and began to rock back and forth, first slowly, and then with more and more urgency. The female emitted a low, continuous moan as he traversed the walls of her cleft. She began to come again, almost immediately, and he could feel her fierce contractions on his heated pole. He felt his testes tighten, a tingle all along the shaft of his cock. His mind clouded over, receiving not only the throes of his own pleasure, but the woman's intense sexual passion. When his cock exploded and began to throb and pulse within the woman's sex, he grunted and groaned, pulling sharply at her hips to meet each one of his mighty thrusts. When the crest of his passion passed, he plunged his cock deeply inside her, holding it there, letting his cock feel the final echoes of his orgasm while fully encased in her flesh.

The man let his body drape across the kneeling, moaning form of the woman. He needed to sleep, to process her spent energies, to gather his strength. First, though, he needed to complete the female's securements.

Rising from her limp, exhausted form, he took hold of her knees and pulled her legs straight. She gave out another low moan as he manipulated her body. The roll of heavy cord was still on the bed and he cut another long piece. He crossed her ankles and tied them together, wrapping them several times horizontally and vertically with one end of the cord. He took the other end and, bending her knees, affixed it to the tie that imprisoned her wrists behind her.

He leaned back and appreciated the picture of the confined woman. Something inside him, some part of his human brain, was enraptured by the sight of her helplessness, her subservience to his control. The word ‘hogtied’ came to him, a word placed there by her mind, a vision of some picture she had seen or some description she had read. She had kept it there, at the upper levels of her mind, not buried deep in her subconscious, a level he hadn't reached yet. He wondered why.

The dark haired man pulled the unhappy woman's body to its side so her back was towards him. He took one more length of rope and, after securing it to the woman's bound hands, tied the other end to his wrist. If she struggled too much, or managed to slip off the bed, he would know right away and awaken. He laid down beside her, and fell immediately asleep.

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While her assailant slept peacefully behind her, Kelly agonized over her fate. It had taken her a while to recover from the torpor that had seized her following the intense orgasms the man had inflicted on her, but now she was awake and alert. She could actually see her naked body, arched and helpless, in the mirror across from her bed. She could gaze into her own terrified eyes, the wide, silvery tape obscuring her mouth, see her exposed breasts, her naked thighs and the patch of furry hair that covered the object of the man's lusts. Having the man behind her was actually more perturbing to her than if he had turned her to face him. She wanted to study him, to try and decipher what his plan was for her. She wanted to know when he awoke so she could prepare herself mentally for his next assault. Having to stare at her bare breasts and belly so open and exposed to the now bright room was more discomforting than if she had been turned towards him, away from her reflected image.