Dreams and Desires (47 page)

The two young women lay pressed against each other, holding their bodies tight. “I'm so glad you're my friend, Liss,” Felicity whispered softly.

"I love you, Fel,” the smaller girl answered.

"Me too, Liss. I love you too.” They kissed, opening their mouths and exchanging their tongues. Then, suddenly, Felicity broke it off. “Oh shit! We forgot about Dr. Jameson!” she exclaimed.

The two young women slid off the bed and rushed out into the hall. They knelt in front of the naked and bound scientist, their employer and, now, their goddess. “I'm so sorry, Dr, Jameson,” Felicity said, her hand caressing the anxious older woman's long, wavy auburn hair while staring into her distressed face. She turned to Melissa. “See, she needs us. It's your turn to make her come."

Melissa looked at the nude, proffered form of the woman and licked her lips. “I, I don't know what I should do,” she said plaintively.

"Just kiss her and rub your body against her for starts. Do what you would want her to do to you."

The small, chestnut haired girl looked lustfully at Kelly's body. She shifted her knees so she was closer and directly in front of her and she leaned forward and put her arms around the older woman's neck. She pressed her breasts against Kelly's and began a slow, rhythmic motion, sliding the front of her torso against the bound woman's. She then circled her dainty arms under Kelly's and pulled against her naked back, forcing their bodies tightly together.

Kelly reveled in the heat of the young woman's soft, girlish flesh. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure of their contact flow through her, the vision of her recently impassioned face in her mind. Felicity just knelt there watching, admiring her friend's efforts to please the older woman.

After a short while, Melissa pulled herself back and looked at Felicity. Her face was livid with desire. “Can I kiss her?” she asked, timidly.

"I guess it's okay,” Felicity answered, and she leaned over and released the belt that held Kelly's gag firmly between her lips. She slowly eased it out until the woman's mouth was free.

Melissa stroked Kelly's cheek softly while gazing lovingly into her eyes. “You're so nice, Dr. Jameson,” she said. Her eyes were watering with tears, overcome by emotion. She closed them, one hand holding the back of the bound woman's head, and pressed her lips against Kelly's, sliding her tongue inside her mouth.

Kelly moaned as the younger woman's tongue enflamed her. Her body was afire from where their flesh had met. Her pussy burned with need. As the young girl kissed her, she slid her hands down her sides and over her hips. One hand continued down across her sensitive belly and found her clean smooth mons, while the other rose up and seized a breast. Kelly sucked hungrily at the young woman's tongue as her hands enflamed her. She groaned with pleasure as Melissa's small fingers delicately opened her slit and delved inside. Her body shook with anticipation of her climax when she felt a finger stroke her hard bud of pleasure softly.

The enraptured girl engaged in a long, determined inflammation of Kelly's cunt, making the older woman writhe and moan. When she sensed the immanency of the captive woman's orgasm, she intensified her efforts at pleasing her. Her hand began to franticly stroke her pussy, her mouth pressed firmly against the older woman's lips. She squeezed her breasts hard, pulling at her stiff nipples. When Kelly came, her body convulsed with pleasure.

Melissa was pleased she had brought to bound woman to climax. As Kelly's orgasm faded, she kissed her face and hugged her. She turned and looked at her friend. “That was outrageous!” she said excitedly. Felicity nodded her excited agreement and then gave her a kiss and hugged her.

"We have to put her gag back in,” she said. She had been holding it like a treasure while her friend had pleasured the bound woman. She pressed it against her lips and, in her post orgasmic fog, Kelly opened her mouth and accepted it.

Across town, Ramón was reading Hardings’ computer programs on Kelly's laptop at the Starlite Motel. Hannah Greene and Adele were making love to each other in the large king sized bed. Their slurps and moans were more than moderately distracting. Ramón had pleasured the dark skinned woman first, rewarding her for her service and binding her more strongly to him. Hannah had not objected when Adele had disrobed and joined them. He had watched them twist and turn frantically against each other for a while, his lusts stirred by the sight of the delightful contrast between their brown and white skins in feverish contact. He wanted to review the files and get back to the house as soon as he could so he restrained his impulse to provide himself with more pleasure by joining them.

The files were very helpful. He had already singled out several projects where he could be of great assistance to the businessman. He would need to get hold of some of the actual engineering drawings and some additional files. That meant he would have to meet Mrs. Greene again. But he didn't want to arouse any suspicions of her activities and so he would wait at least a week. Also, he would need to obtain the services of an engineer capable of putting his innovations down on paper, someone skilled at technical drawings. He could do it, but it would be time consuming to learn the physical skills inherent in drawing and to accomplish the tedious task of making drawings himself.

He made a note for his servant to scour the engineering firms in the area for a female qualified to do the work. It would mean converting another woman to his will, but it couldn't be helped. With the limited funds of his familiar's grant, he couldn't afford to pay an engineering firm to do it and, even if he could, he could not be assured of the confidentiality his work required. Especially when it came to designs he would have to author with regard to the equipment he needed to build for his own purposes. The technology would be far too advanced for this culture and would amount to a significant interference in its development, something that, as a dimensional jumper, he was bound by the ethics of the Whole not to do.

Ramón wondered how far the renegade had gone in introducing new technology to this dimension. It was another reason he had to be stopped. The renegade might think he could control any inventions he made, but leaks were inevitable. Moreover, to paraphrase one of the poets he had read during a break from his research, if you cut him, he would bleed. A bullet or a knife would end his existence as readily as it would any actual human person. An ambitious subordinate could assassinate him and try to achieve local or even world domination through the weapons that could easily be made possible. Planetwide conflagration would be the eventual result. No, the renegade must be stopped. All other considerations, even the diversion of sentients from the normal pathways of their lives, either temporarily or permanently, had to give way to that goal.

After about an hour, he was finished. The women were sleeping, having exhausted themselves. He called to them from their slumber and gave Hannah a long drink from his cock before he let her dress. He watched her blissful, dark face as she suckled him, admiring the deep, rich tones of her skin as he received his pleasure and absorbed her psychic emanations of lust. Through his passionate haze, he pondered at the oddity that the sentients with the most pleasing and warm tones of skin were considered inferior by so many of the white skinned humans. He would have thought it the other way around, that the interesting, variated tones of their skin would have made them a sort of nobility among their fellow creatures, but he was no sociologist and he had other, more compelling issues to solve.

When Hannah had brought him to orgasm and received his discharge and another wrenching climax of her own in exchange, he kissed her and passed on a new set of instructions. She received them gratefully and hugged him and his servant warmly before she dressed and left. Twenty minutes later, he and the blond woman arrived back at the farmhouse.

The girls’ eyes widened when they heard the car pull up the driveway. Having exhausted their own lusts and Kelly's, they had spent the last twenty minutes or so kneeling in front of her, holding hands, admiring the bound woman as if she were some kind of idol to worship, reaching out occasionally, to stroke or caress her. Kelly had spent a long time looking back at them. Her eyes kept drifting down to their newly shaved love lips which they proudly displayed between their widened thighs. Each time she saw them, she was reminded of her own hairlessness. Adele had been right about how it made her pussy look. It was like an invitation to fuck.

And the freedom with which they had explored her body made more stark the fact that the areas of her body that brought her pleasure were beyond her reach. The girls had marveled at how soft and smooth her pussy was, but she had not touched it even once since Adele had first shaved her. Melissa and Felicity had both suckled at her breasts, massaged them with their hands, pulled and teased at her nipples, actions that were denied her. Her own desires to sample the alluring flesh of the pretty, lustful girls was frustrated by her bound hands. She had longed to run them across their soft, youthful skins, measure the heft of their breasts, caress their loins, bring them pleasure as they had brought it to her. But what she wanted was of no importance while she was under the dream man's tutelage. His will ruled everything, even access to the pleasing flesh of his young acolytes.

In spite of the girls’ efforts, Kelly's need for the presence and touch of the dream man had grown steadily through the night. It had become a burning within her. When she heard the sound of the car's engine and the crunch of its tires on the gravel, she rejoiced. When the door opened and the compelling form of her captor walked in, she felt her need surge within her.

"Hello everybody, we're back,” Adele announced gaily as she removed her coat. Melissa and Felicity had turned their bodies to the couple when they entered. Their eyes were pinned on Ramón while he undressed. Adele walked up to them. “Oh!” she exclaimed when she got a good look at their bare sexes. “You've shaved. Look how pretty they are Ramón! Well, if everybody's going to go commando, I guess I'll have to too!” she said, laughing, her hands affectionately patting the young women's heads.

The blond woman stepped over to her friend. “We're home, Kelly,” she said, stroking her hair. “I'll bet you had a better time than you did last night. Let me get you unhooked and Ramón will see to you right away."

The blond woman unfastened Kelly's bindings to the pipe behind her and loosened her ankles. She eased her to her feet and led her a short distance into the living room and brought her back to her knees. Kelly was looking up at the naked form of her dream man lustfully. He knelt before her and, after removing her gag, gave her a deep, soulful kiss. He caressed her breasts, exciting her and then moved behind her and spread her legs. She bent her torso down, her forehead to the floor, in anticipation of his use.

Kelly had felt a rush of desire as the man placed his hands and lips on her. Her need was so great she quickly overcame her shame at being fucked in front of the young lab assistants. The man caressed her flanks and her rear with his pleasure giving hands, sending waves of lust through her. She gasped when she felt his cock press between her labia and sighed deeply when he entered her from behind.

She came noisily, conscious of the other three women watching her. She received the dream man's essence happily nonetheless. When he had let his manhood finally slide from her, Adele raised her torso to a vertical position and all of them kissed her. “Come on, honey,” Adele said to her sweetly. “You've got to have your bath.” And to the pretty young girls, she said. “Ramón is going to thank you for taking care of Dr. Jameson. Now don't wear him out, he's got some work to do."

The dream man took the two smiling girls into the bedroom as Adele led Kelly to her bath. After Adele bathed her, Kelly lay sedated in the hot bath water, soaking in the luxuriant bath oil, her wrists confined to the towel rack above her. She could not stop thinking of her dream man servicing the pretty, young girls in her bed. Although it was closed, she heard a long, repeated series of youthful moans through the bathroom door. From the tone, it sounded like Felicity celebrating a powerful climax. It made her pussy burn and she tightened her thighs together and sucked on her gag in a futile attempt to suppress her lust.

By the time she emerged from the bathroom in her chains, shaved and pleasured by Adele's adept tongue and lips, the girls had left. Ramón gave her the benefit of his attentions for close to an hour before she was led off to bed.

After Tuesday, the week went on fairly uneventfully for Kelly. She spent her mornings reviewing emails and was even permitted to take a few telephone calls. Under the watchful eye of her captor, she assured her mother she was fine and had just been busy. She spoke to her grant administrator twice and once to an old friend from medical school who had called repeatedly. After each call, the dream man gave her to drink from of his mind numbing essence and she spent the next several hours blindfolded, gagged and bound to her chair, as if to erase her memory of her brief resumption of verbal, oral communication.

Once her usefulness for the day was finished, Ramón would make a concerted effort to return her to a state of hazy consciousness, befuddled by her desires. Adele gave her many papers to sign and fielded all of the calls. The girls would come in and out of her office at will, often coming upon her in the midst of union with the visitor, or shortly thereafter, dazed, lying on the floor or sitting in her chair with her skirt raised and her shirt up around her chest.

There were things going on around the lab Kelly couldn't fathom. She was kept mostly in her office with all the blinds drawn, but occasionally during the day, for instance when Adele or one of the girls escorted her to the bathroom, she would be out in the lab proper. She had heard the sounds of construction work, but was surprised when she saw workmen coming and going and that a door had been broken through to another part of the building. Her concern at the strange goings on would last only until Ramón caressed her breast or stroked her head, sending yet another wave of comfort and warmth to her, making all of the dissonance at what was happening go away.