Dreams and Desires (51 page)

He sent the girl a command to disrobe and he stripped himself while she was doing so. Her body was skinny and he could see her ribs. Her arms carried the evidence of her addiction with fierce track marks up and down them. Her sex had been shaved except for a sparse beard of black just above her slit. Her pimp had had tattooed in large, bright blue, cursive letters on her belly, just above the thin rectangle of pubic hair the words, “
Property of Shabazz
."

She was a sad, pitiable sight. Her death wish was strong, almost as strong as her need for the white powder she shot up six or seven times a day. He could sense her fear of him, natural under the circumstances. But her mind was resigned to whatever fate he had in store for her.

Ramón commanded her to go to her knees between his thighs and she obeyed without hesitation. He scanned her body for disease and was happy to learn she had, luckily, not yet been infected. When her lips seized his still flaccid cock, he put his hands on her head and began to delve deeply into her mind, while sending her a strong signal of lust.

She was well skilled and quickly had him hard. Her whore's mentality drove her to suck at him with quick, hard strokes of her lips. He commanded her to slow her efforts to enable him to prolong his enjoyment and to give him time to rearrange her destructive and perverted mental patterns. While the warmth of her mouth and her agile tongue sent waves of pleasure to him, he sought the source of her unhappiness.

Natalie had been a shy, reserved girl. She had had difficulty in high school, rejected by her friends and all of the good looking boys because of her awkward looks and bright mind. She had always felt alone and isolated, even at home where her parents were mystified at the source of her unhappiness. She had blossomed by her senior year, but her self doubts by then had been so deeply ingrained that when her first love affair in college ended badly, she had sought refuge in alcohol and recreational drugs. It had been a small step to heroin and coke. She had quickly lost interest in school and when a boyfriend who had dropped out asked her to come live with him, she had accepted. It was all downhill from there.

Slowly, Ramón eased the sources of her unhappiness, showed her her self worth. He relieved that part of her mind dependant on the fog and bliss the heroin gave her and freed her body from its need for it. He showed her her love for her father and sent her a strong message of her father's love while at the same time he stoked her passion, bringing her mind into sync with her body for the first time in many years.

The black haired girl was moaning with pleasure as Ramón's lust approached its crest. When he came, he groaned as he flooded her with his captivating essence. The girl came too, her body shuddering, moans of ecstasy emerging from her throat.

When he throbbing cock began to still, Natalie slowly raised her head from Ramón's loins and looked at him, a mixture of extreme sorrow and joy etched on her face.

"Oh my god!” she murmured. “What did you do to me? Oh my god! I can't believe it? I, I.... “The woeful girl broke down into sobs. She lowered her head to his lap and circled her arms around him. “Oh, god! Thank you! Thank you! Oh god! I can't believe it! Ohhhhhh!"

The dream man let the girl release the flood of her years of misery. He rubbed her hair on her head and sent her soothing, calming messages of reassurance. She cried for at least fifteen minutes. When she raised her head again, her eyes swollen from her sobbing, her cheeks awash with her tears of pain and joy, she thanked him again and again. Finally, she gained a modicum of control over herself and asked him tentatively, “Who are you?"

"That doesn't matter,” he answered her.

The information sparked another round of tears. Ramón could have driven all of her sorrow away in a moment, but he calculated it was best she experience the catharsis her sobbing brought her. She had earned the right to cry.

Several minutes later, she raised her head again. “Please don't make me go back, please. I'll do anything you want, but please don't send me back there, please,” she begged.

"You never have to go back,” Ramón answered her. He sent her a strong message of reassurance.

"He's an animal. That man, Shabazz. He'll come after me. He owns me."

"Don't worry about him,” Ramón told her. “I can deal with him."

"But where will you take me? I've got to hide."

"I'm taking you home,” Ramón told her. “To your father."

Natalie started to cry again. “He'll find me there! He knows where I lived. He knows everything about me!"

Ramón sent the girl a warm, mesmerizing flow of his psychic energy. The girl's eyes rolled back and her body relaxed. He stroked her head several times, reinforcing his assurances to her and fully binding her to his will.

When she had calmed enough, he gave her a command to get dressed. He had anticipated her being attired in scandalous, revealing clothes and so, on Adele's advice, he had brought her a clean pair of panties, a pair of jeans, sneakers, a heavy sweatshirt and a winter jacket. They were a little big on her and she had to pull the belt on the jeans to the last hole and roll up the cuffs. She swam in the oversized jacket, looking even more frail and wounded than before.

After he dressed, he looked at the girl. Her eyes were all red, but she had a smile on her face. “Thank you,” she said earnestly and put her arms around him, hugging him tightly. And then she sensed a surge of sorrow go through her. She stared to cry again. He pushed her back from him, holding her arms tightly as he scanned her for the source of her misery.

Cindy, a 19 year old runaway from Eastern Illinois was Natalie's best and only friend. She had followed a similar downward spiral as Natalie in the three years since she had left home. She was back at the motel with the pimp who, he learned, often kept one of the girls with him on slow nights for his own use and delight while the others worked. Tonight was Cindy's turn. Natalie was frantic at the thought of leaving her behind.

Ramón could feel the deep well of sorrow inside Natalie at the thought of abandoning her. Shabazz would be furious at her disappearance and all the girls would suffer for it, especially Cindy since she was Natalie's friend. He could erase her concern in an instant, but something about the young woman's strong affection for the other girl made him pause. He couldn't save all the whores in the world. Some of them maybe wouldn't want to be saved. But he could sense Cindy would. It would be a risk, but he decided, for Natalie's sake, to take it.

It was a little after one o'clock in the morning. From Natalie he learned Shabazz usually picked up the girls from the Strip a little after three. He would leave Cindy in the motel room while he drove the mile or so to get the other girls who had been working. All of the girls would need a fix before they headed back to D.C. and it was better they get it in the room than in the car. It was their reward for their hard work. But if they hadn't earned, they would have to make the drive strung out and aching from their need. It would only take a few minutes for Shabazz to drive up to the Strip and get the girls and return. They would have to act fast.

Ramón parked the Sentra in the motel lot in a spot where he could keep an eye on Shabazz's car. Like clockwork, at 3 A.M., the door to his room opened and he strode out confidently to his car. He was wearing his heavy fur coat and his broad brimmed, pimp hat. He got into the Caddy, fired up the engine, backed out of the spot and pulled away.

Ramón had parked tail in in his spot and left the car running. He quickly ran it up to the parking space Shabazz had vacated. He and Natalie got out of the car and hurried up to the door. Natalie banged on it loudly. “Cindy! Cindy!” she yelled. “Open the door!"

There was no answer. “Cindy!” she yelled again. “It's me, Natalie! Open up! Hurry!"

After long, tense moments, the handle turned and a blitzed out, naked, blond haired girl opened the door. She was swaying on her feet and her eyes were barely open. She had small, coffee cup sized, pointed breasts and short hair. Her torso was long and thin. She bore several black and blue marks on her as if she had been recently beaten. Ramón saw Shabazz's tattoo on her belly. He sent her a strong command of obedience.

While he pulled the drugged and almost comatose Cindy outside to the car, Natalie ran in the room and seized a blanket from the bed. Ramón placed them both in the back seat, where Natalie could give her friend some comfort and he backed up quickly and pulled from the lot. He watched carefully in his rear view mirror to make sure they were not followed. In fifteen minutes, they were on the Interstate and heading south.

It took about two and a half hours to get back to the farmhouse. It was still dark, but the tendrils of the dawn were reaching over the mountains in the distance. The dream man was concerned about his familiar, who had spent more than ten hours without him, longer than he had anticipated. Although he was loathe to do it, he agreed to Adele's proposal that they sedate the enthralled woman to make it easier on her. The problem was that while she was sedated, she would not be drawing the essence he needed from his native dimension. Soon, he would have a better solution to the prolonged separations that would be necessary as he hunted for the renegade. But for now, this would have to do.

He entered the house quietly, not wanting to disturb the female if she was sleeping. Natalie followed, assisting the still virtually comatose and as yet unconverted Cindy. He had them take seats on the living room couch while he went into the bedroom.

Adele and the female were both asleep on the bed, intertwined in each other's arms. His familiar was moaning quietly in her sleep, her body shuddering. He would need to comfort her shortly, but first he had to see to the young, blond whore.

He took some time in repairing Cindy's mind and binding her to his service. Like Natalie, she cried and cried when she felt her captivity to her hellish lifestyle lifted. The two young women hugged each other fervently and sobbed in each other's arms after expressing their thanks to him again and again. After Cindy had recovered from her bout of tears, he brought them both back to Adele's room where he instructed them to lay down. Adele had liberated the room from Kelly's odds and ends and now had a large double bed there. Natalie threw off her clothes and joined Cindy on the bed and they were both very quickly asleep.

Ramón showered and then walked quietly into Kelly's bedroom. He sent a message to Adele to rise and filled her in on the night's success and the presence of the young blond girl. Adele smiled at him and kissed him before leaving, going out to sleep on the couch. He settled down on the bed and stroked the auburn haired woman's face until she woke. Her face beamed with joy at his return. He made long, languorous love to her, serving her need for him.

The next day was Christmas Eve. In anticipation of the long night before and because of the holiday, Adele had told the girls not to come in to work. Ramón and Kelly slept for a long time. He had freed her mind from the effects of the sedative and when they both awoke, he drew from her the mists she had gathered in her dreams. Not wanting to leave her yet, he remained by her side while she dozed off, recovering from the mesmerizing effects of transferring her night's harvest to him.

It had been a hard night for Kelly. Even through her doped state, her need for the presence of the dream man had eaten at her. She was overjoyed at his return and was happy when she was able to dream and draw from the other world her captor's vital substance. Adele had not told her about the man's mission and she was surprised and disturbed, later that morning, a little before noon, when she was led by Ramón into the kitchen, naked and bound, to see the two young girls there. They were nude and obviously had recently showered, their hair still moist and their skin pink and clean. The black haired one looked oddly familiar, as if she had seen a picture of her somewhere.

Adele quickly introduced them and told her what Ramón had done. When the story was finished, Kelly had a surge of affection and pride for her dream man. Although her commitment to his will had never flagged, she had had recurring doubts as to the beneficence of his purposes. Now, she felt relieved that he had proven himself. She was kneeling next to Ramón, who was sitting naked at the kitchen table, and she felt him send her a surge of his energies, rewarding her for her thoughts of him. The two young girls, who had become teary eyed at the retelling of their tales, came to her and hugged and kissed her, warmly expressing their gratitude and their admiration for her.

"If it wasn't for you,” Natalie told her, “none of this would have happened. Ramón told us all about you and how important you are to him. We want to help anyway we can. We'll do anything for you."

Kelly was overwhelmed with the girls’ sincere, heartfelt emotions. She could sense the presence of her master in them and when they hugged her again, their warm, young bodies sent a thrill of lust through her.

"Now, girls,” Adele said. “Kelly and Ramón have got to eat breakfast and then we've got to call Natalie's dad and let him know how everything worked out. We're all going over there later for a big family dinner. And we've got to get you some clothes. I'll drive you both over to the mall in a little while."

The two former whores gleefully fed Kelly bits of buttered toast and banana all the while caressing her breasts and the inside of her thighs. Kelly was dizzy with passion when they brought her over to Ramón so she could drink of his essence. The enthralled woman marveled at how easily she accepted their affections and caresses as she drew her lips around the dream man's rigid cock. When he filled her mouth with his discharge, she came hard and long, encouraged by the girls’ nimble fingers and lips.

Adele made the telephone call to Hardings. Natalie stood next to her biting her fingernails and stepping from foot to foot in anticipation. When she was handed the phone, she began to cry again. She told him how much she loved him and how sorry she was for everything she had done. She grinned from ear to ear when she put the hand piece back in the cradle. Cindy was crying too and Adele came over and hugged them both.