Dreams and Desires

by Paul Blades

  Ramón let the woman release her pent up emotions. He knew her role as his familiar was hard on her. He meant her no harm. But what had to be done had to be done. He stroked her long, bound hair behind her back and sent strong emissions of his affection to her. After a few moments she began to calm. He pushed her head back gently and kissed her lips long and hard. She kissed him back feverishly.

  When she finally broke her kiss with the dream man, Kelly felt her arms being drawn back behind her. She looked back as they were clipped together. She saw Natalie and Cindy kneeling on the bed. They had discarded their clothes. Their faces were full of admiration for her. Adele was crouched at her feet, reattaching the bindings around her ankles. When she was done, she presented to her her gag. As she guided it home, she told her, “Cindy and Natalie are going to take care of you, Kelly. They'll be here with you all the time."

  Kelly felt her arms being pulled back and the two former ladies of the night guided her to the middle of the bed facing the headboard. They brought her to her knees and had her lean over, her breasts pressed against her thighs. The dream man took up a position behind her. She had come several times during the past hour or so and she felt tired and worn. But when she felt his hands on her soft, round, rear globes, her lust began to rise automatically. When the man's hand dropped below her proffered rear and began to stroke her bare love lips, she felt her energies renewed.

  Ramón teased and caressed Kelly's pussy until her lubrication began to flow. He waited until she moaned with passion and then dragged his moisture covered fingers along her perineum until he reached the small star between her rear cheeks. Kelly always felt a wave of shame flow through her when he used her there and this time was no different. When the fingers gently pried the small entrance open and began to rasp along the delicate tissue, she moaned with pleasure despite herself. Adele had climbed on the bed and she placed a sleeping mask over Kelly's eyes, drawing the elastic that held it in place behind her head, plunging the bound woman into darkness.

  Kelly protested her blinding with a whine and the shaking of her head. She hated being deprived of her sight. But she soon found the isolation it brought her intensified the sensations she was experiencing in her rear. The man removed his hand from her small ring of flesh and she felt the head of his cock pressing against it. Kelly bit down hard on the thick, penis shaped gag that filled her mouth in mournful anticipation of the pleasure she would feel when it entered her. There was a small tinge of pain as the delicate ring was expanded and then the thick cock slid slowly home.

  The man took his time in plowing Kelly's small, rear entrance. Each time he slowly eased the wide, hard member back across the sensitive flesh, a fierce flow of pleasure coursed through her. When he pressed the rigid meat home again, Kelly moaned with growing lust. Bent over and sightless, her body folded compactly, her forehead on the mattress, her bound hands clenched tightly behind her, Kelly surrendered to the man's will.

  Whatever the man had given her to drink, it was beginning to have its effect on the prostrate young woman. Her mind became dizzy, her thoughts scattered. The sensation of the man's cock as it scraped across her rear's entrance seemed to reverberate through her. Her body became light and yet full of energy. As the strokes in her rear continued, filling her bowel, everything else fell away. There was nothing else but the enrapturing sensations brought by the man's cock. It radiated lust and the man's power all through her. Kelly moaned long and loud as the feeling drove her pussy into hard, almost painful contractions. Her body shook as she came and her mind reeled. And yet, the merciless cock went on and on.

  The first orgasm melded into a second. Each pulse of her pussy's muscles sent the enthralled woman deeper and deeper into a mesmerized state. She came again as the cock's pace across the small circle of tissue increased. The man's body stiffened and he groaned and his manhood began to throb and spasm within her. Kelly could feel his seed flowing into her, being absorbed by her bowels, passing throughout her body. His hot hands were on her hips and Kelly could feel his pleasure passing through them and into her.

  His ejaculations having finally ebbed, the man slowly and gently drew his detumescing organ from Kelly's rear. The dazed woman struggled to regain some mental equilibrium, but her ass fucking had sent her mind to a place it had never been before. The echoes of her pleasure resounded in her brain. Her whole body felt aglow. Her heart pounded in her chest and her pussy burned with the memories of her orgasms.

  Ramón went to the shower and washed himself. When he emerged, the woman was where he had left her. It had taken him a while to develop the formula Adele had fed her. He had carefully combined some of the enzymes from the female's laboratory with a culture derived from his essence. He had added enhanced vitamins and nutrients along with flavorings to make the substance palatable. It would help maintain the woman's mind in a sort of suspended state, facilitating her lusts, improving her use as a conduit for the power giving mists from across the dimensional barrier. It would clear her body of impurities and strengthen her. He had prepared a modified formula for his servants. The presence of his essence would alleviate the female's physical needs for him while he was busy elsewhere and would help satisfy the lusts of the other women for his seed.

  It would still take many weeks before he would be ready to challenge the renegade. He would need to strengthen himself as much as possible beforehand. The female's body was the source of his power. It was unfortunate she would suffer as she felt her abilities to reason give way to her service to him. There was no other way.

  Ramón finished drying himself and strode purposefully to the door. He would come back later to drain the mists that would fill his familiar's body during her trance-like state.

  Although sightless, Kelly sensed the departure of her captor. Her mind protested briefly his abandonment of her to her mesmerized condition. But it passed quickly as her consciousness drifted off. She felt soft, gentle hands release her wrists behind her back and pull her body forward. She was urged to her back and her hands lifted over her head to be attached to the chain that led from the headboard. Smooth, female flesh lay down on either side of her. She tried to protest as she felt the hands glide across her body. She wanted to come to rest, to stop the whirling in her mind. A mouth seized the nipple of her left breast and a hand descended across her belly and delved itself between her thighs. As a feminine finger traced the gap between her smooth, naked nether lips, she moaned and spread her legs invitingly.

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  PART FOUR: THE QUEST

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  From the fourth floor of the Omaha Airport Best Western, Ramón could see nothing but a white wall of heavy, late February snow as it fell to the parking lot below. All flights had been cancelled due to the storm and he was resigned to spending another night away from his familiar. He had called Adele earlier to check up on her and his servant had assured him the woman was dealing with their separation as well as could be expected. She had been fed a dose of his formula a couple of hours before and Melissa and Felicity with her now, comforting her.

  It had been a productive two days. His search for the renegade had begun. Before he had made his jump, he had known the approximate arrival point of his quarry some five years before. But everything else had to be done by research and deduction. Like Kelly, the familiar who had drawn the renegade to this side of the dimensional wall would be single, female, somewhere between the ages of 25 and 30 years old, bright and probably successful in her field. She would have disappeared without a trace and there could be expected to have been some publicity.

  Over the almost three month period of time since he had been adorned with human form, Ramón had researched through the newspapers of the period around the time the renegade would have arrived. Female disappearances were unfortunately frequent, usually with tragic results. But he was able to discount those cases where the women's lifeless bodies had been recovered or who had turned up days, weeks or months later. The renegade would n
ot have murdered his familiar or let her go. She would still be missing, her case long ago relegated to the unsolved files.

  He had narrowed his search to four women who had disappeared within a three month period. The first one, a pretty, blond, 28 year old artist, was easy to eliminate. On investigation, she had led a quite dissolute life. Her heavy involvement with liquor and drugs made her an improbable candidate for a familiar. Her emissions of passion and her ability to cast them through the dimensional divide would have been severely compromised. Moreover, there was evidence she and her boyfriend had been involved with some rather unscrupulous drug dealers and had received a number of threats from them for unpaid services. The woman and the man disappeared on the same day. Unfortunately for them, their bodies were probably resting in shallow unmarked graves somewhere.

  The second woman he looked at was a 31 year old surgeon. She was the first African American female surgeon to be named as head of the surgery department at Cook County Hospital. She had published numerous articles based on new procedures she had developed for removing lesions from the brain. She was unmarried and, apparently, had no boyfriend or other private life to speak of. When he investigated the circumstances of her disappearance, Ramón found out she had just left a late night seminar at the hospital. Her car was found a few miles away, its doors left open and there had been signs of a struggle. This was not consistent with the means the renegade would have used to convert her. Ramón could not help but morn for the loss of this promising woman and cursed the profligacy of this culture with talent and life. He had been astounded as he perused its history and reviewed its daily news at the amount of violence and harm the humans inflicted on each other. There was apparently a dear price to be paid for their remarkable passions and sensuousness.

  That left two women who could qualify as the familiar of the renegade. One was an aspiring architect. She was 26 years old and had already designed two large skyscrapers. Both were notable for their environmentally friendly design, their comfortable, interesting interiors and their inspiring structural aspects. She was a handsome, shapely, brunette. She had not reported to work for several days and when the police eventually went to her apartment to investigate, she was just gone. Nothing was missing. It was as if she had just disappeared.

  But it was the final one that really caught his interest. Professor Diane Lanier had called in sick to work one day and was never seen again. Interviews with her associates at the University of Chicago Biology Department had revealed no reason for her to run away. She was bright, well liked and very successful. She had been only recently hired and it was assumed that in a couple of years she would be a candidate to replace the retiring head of her department. She was only 25 years old, on the lower cusp of the age group Ramón considered likely as the renegade's host, but there were other circumstances that intrigued him. Apparently, all of her cash had been withdrawn from her accounts. There was evidence in the apartment an unknown man had stayed there for a few days. His fingerprints, unknown to any database, had turned up on glasses and on several items of furniture. Semen stained sheets had been found on her bed and in her laundry basket, in spite of the fact she had not been known to have a boyfriend. And most peculiar of all, her 19 year old sister, Nadine, had gone missing with her.

  Ramón had decided he had enough to justify a trip to Chicago to find out more, if he could, about the woman's disappearance. Once there, he had hired a private detective, a female one of course, to search through police files and interview the family. Yesterday, she had hit pay dirt.

  Two years after the disappearance of the young women, Nadine had turned up in a raid on a house in East St. Louis. She had been working as one of a stable of whores for a local gangster. He had started out as a pimp and had expanded to drug dealing. The house also served as his headquarters and the police had been given a tip on a major drug delivery. The gangster had objected to the entry of the police into his safe haven and had announced his opposition with shots from his 9 millimeter automatic. He went down in a blaze of bullets.

  Three of his girls had been there at the time and normally, they would have been processed and released. But the one, a pretty, little brown haired, white girl, had reacted hysterically to the death of her owner. She had screamed and moaned when they tried to drag her away from the body. Nothing had seemed to console her or to calm her down. The other girls didn't know much about her except that she had been wholeheartedly devoted to the gangster, had never complained or argued with him and was wholly compliant with all of his orders no matter how scurrilous or degrading. She had been known by the name of Candy, but had no identification. She had been with the pimp for about two years.

  One of the enterprising detectives solved the mystery of her identity. He noticed she spoke with a distinctive, flat, Midwestern accent. He was originally from Nebraska himself. On a hunch, he sent off an inquiry to the Nebraska State Police together with a mug shot. As luck would have it, one of the clerks there had been long friends with the Lanier family and recognized Nadine right away.

  For the last three years, Nadine had been resident at St. Catherine's Psychiatric Hospital. She had never recovered from her pining for the dead gangster and was normally kept heavily sedated. The PI, who had come with Ramón to Omaha from Chicago, had learned from Nadine's family the facts surrounding her discovery and Ramón had been granted reluctant permission to see her.

  The skies were already heavily clouded with the impending storm when Ramón drove his rental car out to the hospital. It was an aging structure, built sometime in the Fifties and was situate about ten miles outside of Omaha. Nadine was considered a charity patient since her family had long ago exhausted their resources in her care. A nurse at the reception desk was very helpful, after Ramón gave her a little nudge, to arrange for him to see her in a private conference room.

  The room was small about five by ten. Ramón was sitting behind an ancient, wooden table on a rickety, wooden chair when Nadine was escorted into the room by one of the attendants. He was a burly, black fellow, genial in appearance and he kept a tight hold on Nadine's arm as he led her into the room. Nadine was dressed in a short, flimsy, faded yellow hospital gown. Her chestnut hair was cut short and in disarray. Her eyes had a glazed look and her hands were confined to her waist by a leather belt with handcuffs on both sides. Her face was gaunt and a speck of drool peaked out from the corner of her mouth. He skin was pale and dry.

  "I'll be right outside if you have any trouble,” the dark man said helpfully. “She can get a little wild from time to time, but she had a shot about an hour ago and she should be okay for a while."

  Ramón nodded to the man as he left the room. A probe of the distracted girl's mind told him all Ramón needed to know. He felt the presence of the renegade at once. He had done much damage to her mind. He reviewed her memories and saw the life of hell he had condemned her to. A well of sorrow flooded him as he perceived the harm done to this life form. Even now, although suppressed by the heavy dose of Thorazine she had been given, he could detect her wrenching need for the presence of the gangster to whom the renegade had enslaved her. He saw the long line of men she had been required to service, the indignities she had suffered. But, most importantly, deep inside her, buried beyond her own conscious memory, he saw the face of the renegade.

  Blonde, handsome, with piercing eyes, the image of the man who had enthralled her was burned deep into her subconscious. She knew him as Jonathan. For her, he had no last name. She had no clue as to what happened to him after she had been sold to the pimp. She had never again given him a conscious thought. Neither had she recalled her sister, the enthralled Diane Lanier, or her former life. Her parents had been unrecognizable to her.

  The young woman's eyes barely recorded Ramón's presence. His heart went out to her. He was torn as to what to do. He could easily relieve her suffering. But if he unblocked her mind, the memories of what had happened to her would flood her brain like a torrent. She would recall her role in her own s
ister's enthrallment by the renegade. She would remember each and every depraved act she had been forced into, the years of slavery to the ruthless, conscienceless gangster, her long time as an irrational prisoner at this dreary, hopeless hospital.

  On the other hand, could he permit himself to leave her as she was? He had been sent here, in part, to undo the harm caused by the renegade. The ethics of the Whole demanded nothing less. But he would need hours, if not days, of contact with the woman to relieve her suffering, to adjust her mind so she could live with herself. And, there was also the fact that her sudden recovery would be astounding to the doctors and her parents. It would be immediately connected with his visit. He did not want the questions and notoriety that would result.

  But he had to do something. He could not, in good conscience, leave her like this. He decided on a middle ground.

  The dream man pushed aside the effect of the sedating drugs from the young woman's mind. As her mind stirred, he claimed her, calling her to him. She looked at him for the first time, a spark of life emanating from her eyes. She rose slowly from her chair and stepped around the small table until she was close to him. He took her arms and pulled her to his lap. He put his hand behind her head and drew her into him, circling her with his arms, sending a long, strong message of comfort to her. She began to cry.