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Dreamscape

By: Joie



Dear Mistress,

When we talked today, I mentioned a dream I had about you, and at your command, I am sitting here writing this email to you. I will start with what I remember, then tell the dream as if it is happening now. 

I remember the touch of your lips, sliding along my neck as you ran your hands through my hair, tugging the strands to pull my head back, baring my throat to your hungry mouth. I moaned softly, rubbing against you as we stood in the darkened bedroom, bodies pressed tightly together, your teeth raking along my neck, nipping at the pale skin....

My hands roam your back, caressing you through the sheer black lace top, whispering a soft "please," as you bite my neck again. My pleading causes you to look up, your eyes burning with fire as you step back, shaking your head, "not yet, little one." 

I pout, my lower lip sticking out, lips swollen and moist from your earlier kisses. A wicked smile forms, your eyes locked to my lips as you thread your fingers through the silken strands of my hair, your voice low as you look at me, "such bad manners, I think you need a reminder on how to properly behave." I gasp, a shiver sliding down my spine as you pull me over to the bed, tugging at my hair, my eyes watering from the sting. 

"Please, Mistress, I promise I will be a good girl for you." You sit on the bed, releasing your strong grip on my hair, as your eyes rake me from head to toe. You see the pulse throbbing in my neck, swollen breasts with their pale pink tips hard, and lower, you can see the moisture gathering on my sex as I squirm standing before you. You laugh huskily, "such begging when your body gives you away, little slut. Face down on my lap, bottom up, now." 

Moving quickly, I comply with your command, lying facedown in your lap, body resting across your thighs, my ass wiggling as I get into the position. My lips curve into a hidden smile, knowing the wiggling isn't necessary, but wanting to entice you, hoping that you would forget about punishment and move to pleasure. You slide your soft hands over my bare bottom, caressing me softly, lulling me into believing that you've chosen pleasure. You pull your hand back, and land a swift blow on my bare cheek. I squeal wriggling on your lap as your hand repeatedly smacks my ass, turning the creamy skin a pale pink. I bite my lip, stifling my cries as you spank me hard, alternating soft touches in between the hard blows, keeping me on the edge. You slip your fingers between my thighs, feeling the wetness dripping from my sex, "All of that whimpering and your pussy is so wet, your body never lies. Such a naughty little slut you are, getting soaked from being spanked." You rub your wet fingers across my burning ass, soothing the hot skin with my own juices. Soft mewing sounds slip from my lips as I writhe on your lap, aching and needy, voice low as I whisper, "thank you for my punishment, Mistress."

"Kneel," you command. I slide from your lap, bottom stinging from your touch as I rest on my knees; thighs parted to open my sex to your gaze, back straight as my hands lay palm up on my thighs. I keep my head bowed slightly, eyes downcast, awaiting your next order. You tap your high heels on the floor, watching me before sliding the toe of your shoe along my parted thighs ringing a moan from my lips as I try to remain still. You reach out, fingers sliding under my chin to lift my head until my eyes are looking between your legs, at the damp black silk molding to your sex.

"Having you naked before me, spanking you, hearing those sexy little moans has gotten me very wet, mmmm yes, lick those lips, I see you are hungry for a taste." You grasp the back of my head, pulling my face between your thighs, letting me breathe in your womanly scent. Your fingers rake through my hair, a soft purr leaving your lips as you feel my warm breath on your damp panties. I nuzzle your drenched panties, tongue sliding over the material, tracing the outline of your sex, your taste filling my mouth. Your hands tighten in my hair, hips lifting up, pushing my head more firmly against you. I moan, hungry for more of you as I run my tongue from the top of your panties down, licking faster on each pass. You pull my head back, eyes glittering with passion as you run a finger over my lips, before you stand, pulling your panties down your legs and off, the black silk dangling from your fingers, so very close to my face. I breathe deeply, drawing your scent into my lungs; you notice me doing this and smile wickedly, tossing your panties in my face. "Lick and suck all of my juices from them, and you might get to taste the real thing." 

I whimper catching your panties and holding them to my face, the damp crotch pressed against my lips as I begin to lick your essence from the fabric. My heart pounds, unbearably aroused from the want of you, and the humiliation of licking your panties at your feet while you watch. "Suck them inside that hot little mouth slut, you know you want to, just imagine getting to lick my pussy, that's it, suck all of my juices out of my panties." Your words fill my head, making me burn hotter as I draw the crotch of your panties in my mouth, sucking hard at the damp silk, drawing out every drop of your nectar. You tug the black scrap of silk from my mouth, as my tongue slides across my lips, licking and tasting you there. I moan at the loss, my pussy dripping juices on the floor as I look up at you, "please Mistress, let your slut please you, I need to have your juices in my mouth, please let me lick your pussy." Your finger traces my lips, eyes burning into mine as you smile at my begging, "crawl up on the bed, hungry little whore and I'll give you what you've been aching for." 

I crawl up onto the bed, keeping my legs parted as I scoot up, knowing you can see the trail of moisture sliding down my thighs, proof of my desire for you. I twist on the bed, feeling the soft comforter against my back, the coolness soothing my red bottom as I look up at you with wide, hungry eyes, my arms out, knowing without your command that you want them offered. You nod approvingly, whispering, "good girl," as you wrap the leather cuffs around each wrist, then move down to do the same to my ankles, leaving me spread out for you. 

You straddle my right leg, looking at me as you lower yourself until your wet pussy rubs against my skin, causing each of us to moan. You slowly slide your sex along my leg, rubbing against me as you leave a trail of juices behind, marking me with your essence, "My slut deserves to be bathed in me, until you smell of me and nothing but me." Shivers slide along my spine as you continue to drag your sex along my body, making sure every part of me is bathed in you. "You are so beautiful Mistress," I whisper as you make your way to my breasts, my nipples hard from your teasing as you rock back and forth, my nipple rubbing against your clit as your juices seep out to coat my breasts. 

I whimper watching you pleasure yourself with my body, using me for your own needs as you move up, your pussy hovering above my mouth. My eyes open wide, looking up at your swollen lips, juices making the skin glisten and my mouth water. You lower yourself to my open mouth, covering my face with your sex, as my tongue thrusts inside you, finally getting to taste you completely. I stiffen my tongue, as I thrust it deeply into you, curling it as your inner walls clasp and draw me in deeper. You moan, grinding down on my face, your juices dripping from my chin as you ride me. My mouth works on your pussy, tongue fucking you before lapping at your juices, needing to please you. You begin to rock faster; your hands wrapped around the headboard as you swivel your hips, pushing your body down onto me, forcing my tongue deeper into your tight pussy. You cry out as your orgasm overtakes you, "mmmm that’s it pretty slut, lick every drop, fuuuuck yesss, lick harder!" I lick harder and faster, feeling your pussy spasm around my tongue as I work furiously to lap up every delicious drop of your cream. Your fingers stroke my hair as I sweep my tongue along your slit, cleaning you before you slide back down and rest your body atop mine. You purr softly, molding your lips to mine in a deep kiss, as you taste yourself with the thrust of your tongue between my lips. I moan into your mouth, twisting beneath you, as you ravage my mouth over and over, before pulling back and moving to stand, "I'll be right back with a surprise for you." 

I close my eyes, breathing deeply, my pussy clenching with desire, I hear a sound and open my eyes to see you standing at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing but a strap-on. I groan, lifting my hips slightly as your hands slide along my legs, your body moving over mine. You find my lips again, kissing me deeply as you rub the tip of the fake cock against my dripping pussy, teasing me with the soft touch. You nip at my lower lip, biting it at the same instant you drive your cock into my sex, taking me hard and fast. I whimper deep in my throat, bucking beneath you as you fuck me harder, your mouth feasting on my lips and neck, as you rotate your hips, sending the cock in deeper. I twist, caught in my bonds and your powerful possession, your hot lips finding my breasts as you thrust rhythmically into me. You suckle my hard nipples, sending darts of pleasure through me, my body open to you completely as I toss my head back, arching my back with every powerful thrust. You sink your teeth into the flesh of my right breast, biting hard as I moan loudly, senses going on overload, "oh god, please, Mistress, let your slut cum for you, ohhhh I can't take this, you fucking me and biting me, pleaseeee, I’m burning up for you, aching so badly, pleaseeeeee I need you so much, please may I cum Mistress?" You lift your head, slamming the cock into me as you whisper, "cum for me slut, surrender completely to me." You lower your head, biting my breast hard as I shudder against you, pussy clenching tightly around your cock, juices gushing from my pussy as I cry out your name. 

I shiver under you, feeling the tremors from my powerful release as you suck at my breast, the bite mark coloring my pale skin, a pleased smile on your lips as you know your mark will be visible for quite awhile. I purr softly, eyes glassy with the after effects of passion, as I watch you reach over to the nightstand and pick up a purple velvet collar, the silver center ring shimmering in the night as you whisper, "it's time, little one." 

That was my dream Mistress, your naughty little slut is sitting here squeezing her thighs together and squirming in her chair as she types to you. I hope this pleases you, and I look forward to our date tomorrow.

Your slut,
Angel

Dreamscape



Sorry for the delay in continuing this story, I have some time now to really put more effort into it and I hope you all enjoy. Snork Maiden 03-06-2002

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The hot desert sand stretched out undulating irregularly into the distance to meet the blue of the cloudless sky. The heat conducting through the thick leather soles of his sandals scorched his feet and the sand spilled unrelentingly between his toes irritably as he strode forward. The sun shone brightly, a white hazy disc, its light too fierce to regard with unshielded eyes. Its rays seemingly piercing his skin like a thousand tiny red-hot needles. The sand stuck to his skin, blending with the salt that had been left behind as his perspiration evaporated, white trails that tracked across his sunburnt forehead to his reddened sore eyes. The hot dry air burnt his nose and dried his throat scentless and thin. His lungs expanded again filling with the arid atmosphere as it passed through his cracked and chaffed lips. If there was a hell on Vosyn this was surely it. 

The sand was interrupted only by the occasional rock or the sun bleached skeletal remains of some poor unfortunate creature or man that had succumbed to the unforgiving terrain and the cruel radiance of the sun. As he pressed on the horizon became hazy, shimmering, distorting his vision. The end was near now he knew it. Above the group of buzzards circled, his only companions in this deserted land. Some swooped lower, their courage growing as his own strength ebbed slowly from his legs. Managing to cover a further fifty yards or so he fell to his knees. His face raised towards the heavens in some gesture of pleading. He could hear the flapping of the large carrion beasts as two of them settled near by. Filling the air with the sound of their cruel cries, they hopped and edged closer to him, a vile, hungry gleam in their eyes, almost mocking him as they stretched their wings. He waved his arm weakly in their direction, an attempt to scare them back into the sky. They halted momentarily, standing and watching as he strained to raise himself to his feet. Consumed with fatigue he collapsed finally his face hitting the hot soft sand.

With a final effort he raised his head once more, four more vultures had now joined their companions and moved inexorably towards him. The heat haze and his exhaustion played tricks with his eyes. In the final moments before slipping into unconsciousness he was sure he saw two figures walking towards him, an old man and a young woman. The man was dress in green robes with a white beard that flowed from his face to almost his waist, the woman dressed in deep blue, with gold edging that glittered in the sunlight, her long black hair flowing over her shoulders and back, her eyes violet sparkled with youth and wisdom. On her arm sat a falcon, its hooded head twitched occasionally sensing, hearing the cries of the vultures nearby. She smiled at him gently as he passed out for the last time; it seemed as if the sand was shifting and he was being sucked downwards into the ground, a mist formed in his mind and then it was black.

The mist started to rise and he felt strangely cool. The change in temperature was soothing to his sun ravaged skin. Still cooler the air became and a sense of suffocation filled his mind, gasping for oxygen that was not there, his lungs ached and he was filled with panic. The mist thickened and his vision became blurred. He was still conscious of that he was certain pinching himself to prove it no this wasn’t a dream. His panic deepened as he fought to breath in the stifling atmosphere. Was he falling?. The sensation of being suspended was very real and he waved his arms about him. Yes he must be, there was no ground below him, above him or around him yet in this grey mist he was unaware of any motion at all. If he was falling then surely he would feel the rush of air against him, but the air was still.

The mist was thinning again now and a bright silvery light illuminated the vastness around him revealing shapes in shades of grey. ‘Night Time?’, he thought to himself, yet only half convincingly. Certainly the ghostly light gave the distinct impression of night, and the coolness around him strengthened the idea, yet he could see as far now as on a clear summers day. Looking around him as the last few wisps of mist dissipated, he could see conduits of light twisting in and out of view like huge water spouts, here and there the greyness was interrupted by pools of colored light. He watched a blue one below him, rotating slowly like a disc, yet as it moved and rotated he could see it had one side only as it drew to a line and winked out of existence the slowly moments later reappeared and grew again. Hypnotised by the disk his mind wandered. In the distance he could make out a small outcrop of land. It too, rotated as he watched and as it drew near he could see small pieces of rock and debris floating past him in all directions.

He started to make swimming motions, resolving to reach this island, but with nothing to pull against, his position remained unchanged. He was startled when he felt the tap on his shoulder. Turning his head sharply, the rest of his body refusing to comply, he could make out the face of an elderly man gazing at him with a puzzled expression on his face.

‘I see you made it through the mist.’, the old man said moving slowly around him, and fiddling with his beard. ‘Question is, what are you going to do now?’

He regarded the old man with a curious eye, watching him move effortlessly before him. He thought for a moment before responding, then replied. ‘I thought I would try and make it to that island over there’, he pointed at the disembodied chunk of land that moved in the distance, ‘but… I don’t seem to be able to move’, 

‘Well your not going to get anywhere like this’, the old man chuckled, imitating the flapping motions that he had observed the young man making earlier. He drew on his beard and again as if in deep thought. ‘hmmmmmm no where should we start’, The old man paused again and scratched his head, the without any warning he pushed against the young man. Immediately they began to move apart, but facing each other. The old man slowed and changing direction drifted back to the young man who was now moving backwards uncontrollably. Pulling up along side the young man and matching his speed, the bearded man rested his chin on his hands as if lying in front of him. ‘Ahh yes that’s it, very good, we have some motion.

The young man glanced about him nervously, ‘Yes but how do I stop?’, the idea of crashing into an obstacle or wore worried him. 

‘Stop, hmm yes now let me see,’ the old man pondered, ‘that is a bit more difficult to explain than do’, he continued cryptically, performing a graceful forward roll and pirouette before rising in front of the young man again. ‘really there is nothing to it. All you have to do is …..think where you want to be and that’s all there is to it, simple really’ the old man chuckled as he span around circling the young man. ‘Why not try it for yourself?… go on have a go, That island for example, concentrate on it, then imagine you are moving towards it, pulling yourself towards it. Doing as the old man instructed he focused his eyes on the island now drifting away in the distance below him, concentrating hard on it and willing himself to move.

‘No, no, no, not like that’ the old man exclaimed, ‘you’re trying to hard, relax, just ease yourself into it. You don’t have to burst a blood vessel in your head. Look just try to imagine you are drifting towards it,’, he paused. ‘Go on try’, the old man urged

Slowly the young man retrained his thoughts, picturing the island of rock in front of him and watched as he drew it closer to him.

‘That’s it, oh yes very good, very good, you are a quick learner’, the old man exclaimed, ‘but not to fast or you’ll not be able to stop in time the old man called after him as the young man shot forward, hurtling towards the island rock. In that instant he lost all concentration and a feeling of panic began to well up inside him. Looking around he caught sight of a deep blue pool of radiance. Fixing his concentration on this new object, he drew his mind together collecting his thoughts and tried to pull himself toward it. His flight path curved gracefully as he flew towards it. By now the old man had caught up with him grabbing hold og his feet with both hands as they tumbled into the blue light, it surface rippled as it was broken.

Once again a cool mist began to rise and swirl about him, all he was aware of was the old man muttering something unintelligible as he pulled himself up his legs. As the mist cleared, they found themselves standing at the foot of a green grassy valley. Looking up the valley sides he could see patches of unmelted snow and small copses of conifer. A snowy eagle soared overhead gracefully tracing the small stream that flowing across the valley floor. Folding its wings it dived into the crystal water, rising again moments later, clutching a small salmon, whose silvery scales glinted in the bright sunlight which illuminated the land. In the distance he could make out the shape of a large tree, it looked very much like a mountain ash and as he drew closer, it seemed to him that he could see creatures moving in its branches. Moving slowly up the grassy hillside towards it, he glanced around him to speak to his elderly companion, but he had vanished. He sat awhile in the shade of the great tree he felt a peace and watched the landscape stretching before him. The sun rose higher in the clear sky and he rose, walking back to the stream. Kneeling at the waters edge he cupped his hands, dipping them into the cool water, icy from the melting snow higher up the valley. It tasted good, sweet, refreshing. He splashed some onto his face and over his hair, his neck muscle tensing as the cold water ran down his back. Lowering his head he looked back into the water, his reflection stared back at him ripples of the water distorting the reflection and his features. As he watched he could see the contours of his face change, the clear waters of the stream turned black and the light and sounds around him faded until all he could see was two red eyes peering back at him, drawing him closer and closer.

Before he realised he had lost his balance he was falling into the blackened water. He clutched at the bank pulling clumps of earth away as a hundred unseen hands grasped at him. Icy fingers ripped through his clothing to his flesh, numbing his body. His head disappeared beneath the surface he struggled to break free his lungs bursting for air. Breaking the surface, momentarily, he refilled his lungs with a gasp. Gazing up he could see the sky had now turned blood red, but his thought were distracted by the sight of a young woman, her hair was black, her eyes violet, and her face filled with a tranquillity that touched his soul. She smiled at him as he slipped once more below the surface.

Black hands once more clutched at him, his lungs ached and the icy cold waters continued to numb his body. He felt himself cry out in terror, a stream of silver bubbles rose from his mouth as his lung filled with the icy water. His head span, his body spasmed and then it everything was black.



Dreamscape



I would like to thank LittleLilith for giving up her time to edit this story.

I felt a bit disoriented as I woke up. I was lying naked in a bed, with a sheet over me, but I couldn't see much further than the end of the mattress. I tried to gather my thoughts and remember how I'd gotten here, but I couldn't seem to concentrate. I thought I could see movement in the shadows around me, but I couldn't make out any shapes. Then a figure walked out of the shadows by the foot of the bed. She was stunning; a tall, somewhat fair-skinned woman with long black hair down to her hips, completely nude. Her eyes caught mine; I could hardly look away from them, even as she slowly pulled the sheet off of me.

Before I could react, she leaned down and started kissing my ankle. I was frozen with terror, not knowing what to do. She started kissing up my thigh, moving further and further up my leg. I wanted to scream, to run away, to do something, but I just lied there. Her kisses were getting closer to ... there, and I was horrified of what I was letting her do. I didn't want this, did I? Her ascent slowed as she traversed my upper thigh, never quite making it to the peak. I could feel her warmth, she was so close. Just a little bit closer, a little higher.... "No!" I tried to shout out but no words came. I tried to scoot down a little, anticipating her breath, but her kisses stayed just a little too far away. Her eyes were staring into mine, waiting for something.

We stayed at an impasse, her lips tantalizingly close, and my lips refusing to speak. "No, stop, please stop!" I wanted to yell but I couldn't. Eventually I managed to whisper, "Please..." She nodded slightly and, still keeping her eyes locked on mine, continued upwards, finally reaching...

"No!!"

I woke with a start, sitting up and bashing my head into the bunk above me. "Oww!" My vision swam as I lied back down. I tried to sort out what had just happened. "It was a dream, just a dream. It didn't mean anything." Images of looking down at the girl's head between my legs drifted through my mind.

"You okay down there?" Sarah called from the upper bunk.

"Yeah, just a ... bad dream, followed by braining myself on your bunk."

"Want to talk about it?"

"No, it was nothing, nothing important." 

"Fuck!" I tried to remind myself that it was just a dream, but to be honest, this wasn't really the first one like it. My dreams had started in this direction over summer break, and had become more and more intense. Also, to make things worse, the crotch of my panties was rather damp. I tried to stop thinking about it and get to sleep, but my mind kept coming back to images from the dream, her body as she climbed up towards me. Why was I obsessing about this? My eyes started to water a little. I didn't want this, didn't know how to deal with it. She would hate me if she found out about this. It couldn't be true. Sniff

I heard Sarah moving above me. Without warning, she leaped down to the floor. By the meagre light coming through the window I could see her dark hair float after her as she landed gracefully. It gently fell along her back, stopping just above her petite bottom, which was too smooth and perfect for me to be able to think of it as an 'ass'. 'Derrière' was more fitting, but that still didn't do it justice. I realized that I'd been lying there staring at it and quickly looked away, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. She came and sat on the side of my bed, hopefully ignorant of my staring.

"Jenny? What's wrong? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" She caringly stroked my arm as I sat up.

"It's stupid; I shouldn't bother you with it. You have class in the morning and I don't want to keep you up about things that don't matter. It was really nothing important. You..." I was floundering somewhat, not wanting to ignore her concern, but not able to tell her what I was actually thinking.

"This matters more than my stupid world civ class. Look, everyone has sex dreams, it's no..."

"What?! Why do you think ... I didn't ... I mean what makes you think that's what it was?" My blush deepened. I was glad the lights were off.

"Before you woke up you were, well, kind of moaning and whispering 'please' over and over." My blush got even worse, if possible. I hid my face in my hands, sure she would be able to see it, even in the dark. My eyes started to fill with tears again. She slid closer to me and started caressing my arm. "It's really okay, it doesn't necessarily mean anything. It's obviously bothering you, but just remember, I'm here for you no matter what." Tears were streaming down my face by this point. "You can tell me."

"It was . . ." I took a deep breath and tried to force the words out. I've always been bad at keeping secrets from Sarah, and this one made me feel like I would explode. I eventually managed to blurt out, "Itwasaboutyou." I mentally braced for whatever was coming next.

Her hand continued to slide up and down my arm comfortingly. Honestly, that was the only thing that kept me from bolting, finding somewhere to hide from the embarrassment. Eventually she broke the silence, "Well, um ... so, what do you want to do? About us?"

"I can move out if you want, I mean, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, I think Melanie could probably move in with you so you don't have to worry about rent, and I could find some other off-campus hou-," I was interrupted by her finger on my lips.

"I think you misunderstood me. I was thinking more along the lines of this:" She leant in closer and pressed her lips against mine. In romantic movies, kissing scenes were always slowed down, with gentle music playing in the background. I had always thought that was a huge exaggeration, but the way her lips felt, the way they tasted, how I could feel her hot breath, made dramatic lighting and music seem like a gross understatement.

I found my hands on her waist as she held my head in her hands, pulling me into the kiss. I could taste the strawberry lip balm she always used, and without thinking I licked her lips slightly, making the taste stronger. Her tongue parted her lips and met mine. Panicking slightly, I broke the kiss and sat back, catching my breath.

A dozen different thoughts ran through my head, but only one managed to get out. "Wow."

"Was that okay?" Her voice sounded a little worried.

"It was amazing!" That had come out a bit too loudly. More quietly I added, "Could ... could I kiss you again?" I had no idea what to do in this situation, but somehow my voice ignored me over-thinking things.

"As you wish." She leaned in closer. Before I could chide her for her habit of quoting The Princess Bride, we were kissing. I soon found myself on my back with Sarah on top of me, straddling my right leg. My hands snaked their way under her shirt, rubbing her bare back and pulling her against me. Her breasts were pressed against mine through our shirts as her tongue timidly met mine. I gradually moved my hands up her back, pulling her shirt up with them. My thumbs tenderly rubbed the sides of her breasts, causing her to moan slightly into my mouth. She gasped when my thumb grazed her left nipple.

She sat up, and for a moment I was worried I had gone too far. Then she pulled off her t-shirt and tossed it to the floor. I looked up at her, transfixed by her breasts. They were a bit on the small side, I guess, but they looked so round and smooth, I couldn't see how they could possibly be improved upon. She leaned down to kiss me again, but I pulled her against me and rolled her onto her back. She moaned slightly as I kissed my way down her neck. I couldn't help myself; her skin tasted so good. I kissed my way over her collarbone, then slowly curved around the side of her breast. Her hands were on my hips, pulling them against hers. By this time I could feel a wet spot on her panties as they were pressed against my leg, my panties were completely soaked.

When my trail of kisses met her nipple, she let out a moan that was, for lack of a better term, dead sexy. "Ohhh, Jen!" She arched her back, simultaneously pressing her breast to my mouth and her thigh to my puss. Needless to say; it felt incredible. I danced the tip of my tongue against her firm nipple, which was noticeably hardened from the attention. Her hands slid up from my waist and pulled my shirt up, exposing my breasts. Her fingers ran over them, brushing my nipples, which stiffened in response. She lightly pinched one, causing me to gasp. She guided my head back up to hers, kissing me passionately again as her bare breasts pressed against mine.

Eventually I broke off the kiss, panting, trying to catch my breath. She lied beneath me, breathing heavily. I could feel her heart beating against my chest as I looked down into her eyes. A pleasant silence hung between us.

"So, what were we doing in your dream?" I could hear her smirk in her voice.

I began to get flustered again. "Umm, well I was lying on my back, umm, naked I guess, and you came and started, umm, kissing your way up my leg..."

She rolled me over onto my back and, after another quick kiss on the lips, asked, "And what were the 'pleases' for?"

"Well, umm, you weren't really reaching the, uhh, 'top'" I was blushing again, but this time it might have been partially due to her rubbing her hand up and down my thigh. Thankfully she didn't ask about my scream at the end. Instead she slowly scooted down my body, stopping momentarily at my chest, until she was sitting at the foot of the bed.

"Like this?" She kissed the tip of my big toe, then up the top of my foot, then my ankle. I could only manage a contented groan as a reply. By the time she reached my knee I was moaning and fondling my breasts. She eventually reached my upper thigh and moved up to place a short, almost chaste kiss on the top of my panties, not touching (but maddeningly close to) certain things. She paused and looked up at me while her fingers ran over the sides of my panties. "You're sure about this?"

I nodded and said, "I am if you are." She kissed the centre of the wet spot, then pulled my sodden panties down, revealing my puss. I have never really liked the sight of hair down there, so I tend to keep it fairly well trimmed. She reached down and helped me get my panties past my feet, then tossed them off to the side to join her shirt on the floor. She stared down at my puss. She was so close I could feel her breath, hot air tickling my sensitive skin. Slowly, almost apprehensively, she licked up my slit. Hearing my moan gave her confidence; she started licking faster and harder. Soon she had her tongue inside me, flexing it as her mouth sucked at the juices that had started flowing out.

I was in heaven; nerve impulses ran up my body, setting it afire with pleasure. "Oh God, Sarah!" I couldn't keep myself from crying her name as my hands went down, stroking her hair as I pulled her into me. She moved her mouth up to my clit, probing it with her tongue. My hips were gyrating beneath her, rubbing against her mouth and chin. One of her fingers ran up and down my slit before easing its way inside me. One of my hands came up to my nipple while the other stayed where it was, caressing her head, her neck, her cheek... She added another finger probing inside me while her tongue continued to attack my clit. I could feel my orgasm growing and, unable to keep it in, I came with a loud, guttural moan. My puss clenched around her fingers as my back arched, raising my hips into the air.

After what seemed like hours I calmed back down. She continued to suck at my puss, seemingly determined to get every last drop out of it, until I gestured for her to come up for another kiss. I could taste myself in her mouth; it was a strange taste, but good. "God, that was incredible!"

She grinned at me before saying, "I'm glad you liked it."

I kissed her again and rolled her over onto her back. "I love you, Sarah." It wasn't the first time I'd said I loved her, but it was the first time I'd meant it this much, in this way.

She seemed a bit surprised, but soon replied, "I love you too, Jen." I reached between us and rubbed my fingers over the front of her panties, which were now wetter than mine had been. I smiled and leaned down to whisper directly into her ear, "I think you've gotten a bit wet."

She whispered back into my ear, "I wonder why," then lightly nipped at my earlobe. I let out a light moan before leaning down for another intense kiss, all the while my fingers continued to rub the cloth of her panties against her slit. When my fingers brushed her clit she bit my lower lip, which caused me to grunt in pain, but it felt damn good as well. She grabbed my hand and ground it against her for a while, then pulled it up to her mouth and slowly sucked each of my fingers clean. She then guided my hand back down and, getting no arguments from me, slid it into her panties. She was completely shaven and my fingers easily slid up and down her slit. She started playing with my breasts as I slid my middle finger into her, pinching my nipples every time my thumb rubbed against her clit.

"Fuck!" she growled as I worked a second and third finger into her. It felt incredible having her squirm beneath me as she pressed herself against my hand. I started kissing down the side of her neck as her hands started squeezing my butt. My fingers quickened their tempo as her breathing became heavier. "Ohh, Jennifer. Fuck me. Oh, shit, God, fuck me," she moaned as I sucked on her neck. Sarah didn't usually swear much, which made it incredibly sexy to hear her driven to profanity by my fingers. She squeezed my cheeks harder, pressing her puss hard against my hand through her soaked panties. My fingers continued pumping in and out of her as my thumb assaulted her clit. I ground myself against my hand and was almost as close to the brink as Sarah was.

With a final exclamation Sarah came, my fingers deep inside her and my mouth sucking on her wonderful neck. I followed a few seconds later as she pulled me against her. Panting heavily as I recovered, I slipped my fingers out of her and brought them to my mouth, sucking them clean one by one. Sarah let out a contented sigh as she stroked my hair.

"That was amazing," she said softly, then pulled me into a tender kiss. She reached up past us, shutting off the alarm clock. "I'm thinking of taking tomorrow off as a 'personal day'."

"That sounds wonderful." 

She rolled me off of her and cuddled up behind me, then pulled the sheet over us. Her arm draped over me and, almost absent-mindedly, started softly stroking my breast under my ridden-up t-shirt. I could feel her warm body pressed against the entire length of mine. I sleepily whispered, "I love you Sarah."

"I love you too," she responded, and with that we drifted off to sleep.



Dreamscape



The jacket portion of the pinstriped, navy suit was tossed over a chair even before the door of the hotel suite was completely shut, and Connor's fingers did the magic, mindless thing that freed him from his royal blue silk tie and the grey tailored dress shirt even as he crossed the suite to pull the drapes shut to the world. He lived for the road and sky, but the number of miles he'd spanned in the last 6 months were exhausting even for him. Glancing at the stainless steel Rolex on his left wrist, he groaned and made a lying little promise to himself that he'd take some time off after the next debriefing at "home." His Sig Sauer .45 he dropped into a drawer atop a Gideon Bible, and the .357 magnum ankle gun went under a hand towel on the back of the toilet. Rituals complete, he dropped down onto the end of the bed and began untying his shoes with one hand and flipping past the hotel suggested pay per view channels with the other. He sat with one sock on and the other off, absent-mindedly staring confusedly and fascinated at a television show that seemed to involve miniskirts, slapping, and young men with plucked eyebrows when there was a knock at the room's door. 

His head turned from the television reluctantly and suspiciously. He couldn't think of a single good or welcome reason for anyone to be at his door, and he could think of several very bad and unwelcome reasons. He peeled his remaining sock off, eased the bedside drawer open, and plucked the Sig back out with a silent sigh. He walked silently toward the door and stepped sideways into the bathroom before calling out. 

"Yeah?"

A woman's voice murmured something that he couldn't make out from the other side of the door but something about the tone and timbre rang familiar to him so he checked the door's peephole. A moment later, stunned and confused, he slid back the deadbolt and chain and opened the door to the only woman he'd ever completely surrendered his heart. She stood for just a moment in the hall, silhouetted in the doorway, and then brushed past him into the suite. In her heels, she was just short of his 6'1" inches, and her chestnut hair made a long wave around her face and fell down past her bare shoulders. The maroon dress that clung to her every curve and plane had thin straps that draped over her swimmer's shoulders and didn't hide the thin straps of her expensive black bra. He'd barely absorbed that the front of the dress plunged and hugged her heavy breasts and flat stomach before she was past him and his eyes were focused on the back of her neck where she swept her hair to the side and plucked the zipper of the dress in her bent fingers and tugged it downward. 

Without a word she made one boneless shimmy and turned the perfectly fitting dress into a pool of fabric that seemed too insubstantial to have ever covered the amount of flesh that it had. And it was a lot of flesh. She was tall for a woman, and long of leg, lean muscle and soft curves joined perfectly along the frame of an athlete who could have modeled lingerie or a swimsuit model who could have won a freestyle race in a real pool. The black lace thong she wore matched the bra, and he knew enough about women to know that the set was elegant and expensive, but that knowledge didn't make him want to tear it off any less. Her legs and ass were as toned and perfect as he remembered; or more toned and matched to the ones that he carried around with him in his heart and imagination. She bent deliberately in front of him, one hand on the bed for balance, and the other unfastened the delicate buckle of her shoes, one after the other so that she could step free of them. 

She reached behind herself and unhooked the bra to let it drop to the pool of fabric underneath her and then divested herself of the tiny thong with two quick movements of her thumbs. She never made eye contact or acknowledged that he was in the room until she'd slid into the hotel room bed covers. The look she gave him carried weight, history, and need, and then she rolled so that her back was to him. The gun went back into the drawer and his t-shirt pulled over his head in a practiced tug. His pants dropped onto an ottoman, and then he slid naked in beside her. He'd barely settled himself when she arched back into him so that her body lined up against his in a long, graceful curve and pulled his arm over her shoulder so that she could hold it against her chest. Once he was in place, she gave one more little squirm, took a deep breath, and seemed to be asleep almost immediately. 

He lay there holding her a long time before he was able to drift off, the smell of her hair and her perfume faint in his nose, but somehow permeating the room. How much later he didn't know, he awoke with some alarm, not knowing where he was, or what had awakened him, but he found that she had turned in his arms so that she faced him, her face burrowed into his neck and one long leg draped over his. He felt her eyes open and shut, eyelashes against his skin, and felt her breathing as she tried to pretend it was regular, that she was asleep, but knowing that it wouldn't fool him. He waited, a hundred count, and then a thousand count, then he lost track. Finally, he felt her lips move against his neck instead of her eyelashes. Her heel against the back of his thigh made an almost imperceptible pressure that signaled her movement against him. She slid her leg up his and then back down, ran her foot across his outer thigh and then used her instep to push against his thigh and roll him to his back. Her fingers ran lightly across his chest as her inner thigh ran up and down and against his outer. Her knee bumped gently, over and over, against his groin.

Her mouth was against his ear, his jaw, his throat, and then with one movement, her leg kicked them both free from the bed covers. She used the heel of the same leg to hook his and pull herself astride him. She sat for a moment just above his knees and took his cock in a languid hand. He spasmed under her touch, his cock going from hard to rigid, and his breath coming in with a sharp sip. She smiled at his reaction and then posted up so that she could place the tip of his cock against the opening to her center. Her eyes locked with his and she slowly sank down onto his length. The velvet heat of her stole his thoughts, his memories, and his humanity and he was left with only the animal need to slam upward into her, but even that he somehow fought to prolong the exquisite torture of easing into her one millimeter at a time. 

Time went away as she used her hands on his chest to gain leverage and grind against him. She didn't so much move up and down as she rolled liquidly above him. Her hard nipples drew his attention and he reached for them ran them delicately between his fingertips, and then harder until she moaned and her nails clenched into his chest. Then his hands were exploring softly and roughly, slowly and quickly, gently and with demand until he couldn't stand anything more than to clutch desperately at her ass and thighs and drive upward with his hips and heels. Later, much later, how much later neither of them knew except to notice the shortening shadows in the room as light snuck between them through the insecure drapes, with a gasp and the realization that he'd lost control and couldn't last a moment longer, a low vibration started within him. 

She hasted then, bouncing and grinding harder and faster until his orgasm caught hold, gained strength, and flushed over him. The spurting and vibrating of him within her triggered her orgasm and the clenching of it caused some secondary yet greater sensation within him that was even greater than the orgasm that had only a moment gone seemed impossibly intense and pleasurable. 

When they had both stopped moving, when breathing approached something like normalcy she eased off of him, and unexpectedly took his wet and still semi-hard cock into her moth for a moment and the unexpected sensation was too much to bear. He whimpered, but no sound came from him, and then he was trying to recover, dazed, spent, and covered in his sweat and hers. 

When he settled once more, she was already wearing the dress again, and the heels were hooked on her fingers, dangling at her side. The bra and underwear she dismissed, and without a backward glance she disappeared from the room with the almost silent click of the door and light beginning to enter the room's corners in earnest. He stared at the ceiling, the evidence of their encounter more mental than physical now that he was licked clean, and pondered the thought that throughout the night neither of them had spoken a word, and that the whole thing could easily have been a dream.



Dreamscape



October 31, 2018 - 3:00am CST - New Orleans, Louisiana

Dr. Sean Mallory slowly moved his cursor up to the little apple icon in the far left top corner of his massive twenty-seven inch Thunderbolt display. He clicked on it and then hovered over the words "shut down". He paused briefly, and then, with an audible sigh, he confirmed his choice. The computer slowly began to shut down all open programs. The screen went grey, and then black, and the fan that had been cooling his hard drive came to a stop; and then there was silence. He brought his hands to his face and rubbed his very red and tired eyes. He looked around his lab and he could hardly believe that it was over. Whiteboards with formula after formula written and scratched out surrounded the perimeter of the room. Stations with computers and monitors and beakers of fluid surrounded him. He looked down at the cheap watch on his wrist. 

3:00am

He sighed audibly again and chuckled to himself out loud.

"Not to shabby for yourself, Doctor Mallory, not to bad at all." Sean said to himself

The last four years had been such a whirlwind experience for him. Plucked from obscurity and thrust into a journey reserved for fairytales and comic books. But it was all over now. All good things must come to end and his agreement with the DEA meant the last of Dreamscape would be destroyed in the morning. They had already confiscated all remaining supplies that were on hand at the Humanatech facilities, and he spent the better part of the night alone in his lab wiping all of the data from the hard drives of the Humanatech macines. 

He would be whisked away to some unknown part of the world and given a new identity. No one would ever hear from him again. The thought of some peace and quiet and a fresh start was a welcoming thought that brought a wry smile to his lips.

He stood from his desk and grabbed his jacket, his wallet, and his keys and began to make his way towards the exit. So many emotions flooded his mind. So many memories came rushing back...

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March 1, 2014 - 6:00am PST - 4 years ago

Dr. Mallory's iPhone began to buzz on the nightstand next to him. Lying on his stomach with his head still lodged under his pillow he flung his left arm up from under the covers trying to locate the phone to stop the buzzing. A small beam of early morning light was trying to peak in from the edges of the curtains that hung on his window a few feet away. 

BZZZZZ BZZZZZ

The phone continued to vibrate across his nightstand, and his hand continued to fumble around in vain.

BZZZZZ BZZZZZ

Finally his hand made out the vibrating phones features and his fingers closed around the frame and he drew it under the pillow. His eyes tried to focus on the bright screen. He squinted at the screen.

BLOCKED

"UGH!" he gasped out loud.

He never answered numbers he didn't recognize. He moved his finger to the DECLINE button, pressed it, and then dropped his phone next to his head. No sooner had he let go of the phone and it started ringing again.

BZZZZZ BZZZZZ

"Fuck me!" he snorted into his mattress.

He lifted himself up onto his elbows and his pillow spilled off of the side of the bed. He took the phone in both hands.

BLOCKED

"It's fucking six a.m. on fucking Saturday morning!" he snarled under his breath.

He pressed the decline button and dropped the phone off the bed onto the hardwood floor below.

BZZZZZ BZZZZZ

It rang again.

Sean threw the covers off in disgust and jumped out of the bed. He grabbed the phone and slid the little icon over to the right to answer the call.

"Hello?" He shouted, with a questioning anger, into the phone.

"Is this Dr. Sean Mallory?" asked a female voice with a slight British accent.

"Yes! It is! And do you know what time it is? It's Saturday morning. It's six a.m.!" he shouted back.

"I do apologize, Doctor. Mr. Crowe insisted on getting a hold of you immediately," said the voice on the other end of the line.

"My name is Marcy, Dr. Mallory. I am Mr. Phineas Crowe's personal assistant." She said calmly.

Sean paused a moment as his mind was suddenly jerked into gear by the lady on the phone's last statement.

"Phineas Crowe?", Sean asked. "As in, the billionaire playboy,...that Mr. Crowe?" Sean asked again.

"Yes sir, Doctor. He insisted that I get a hold of you immediately." Marcy repeated.

"I don't understand, Marcy, why would Mr. Crowe need to get a hold of me?" Sean asked with a puzzled look on his face.

He sat down on the edge of his bed as his anger at being woken up on his day off so early began to be replaced by his desire to find out what this billionaire could possibly want with a mid-level research scientist from Stanford.

"Mr. Crowe has informed me only to contact you and ask you to meet him this afternoon at 2:30pm in New Orleans so that he can explain it all to you." Marcy explained in a very matter of fact business like fashion.

"New Orleans?" Sean quipped. "I'm in San Jose. How am I supposed to get to New Orleans by 2:30? I don't have a car. I live on campus. Seriously?" Sean asked.

"It's already been arranged, Doctor Mallory. There's a car waiting to take you to a private airfield where one of Mr. Crowes private jets is awaiting your arrival. It will bring you here to New Orleans. Don't pack any clothes. Just get cleaned up and head down stairs. We will take care of the rest. Mr. Crowe wanted me to assure you that you would be back home later this evening if you so choose." Marcy said quickly.

"What if I don't want to go?" Sean asked hesitantly.

"That's certainly your prerogative, Doctor Mallory, but how many times in your life will you be summoned to a meeting with one of the most powerful, rich, and influential men in the world?" Marcy asked triumphantly.

"Well...yeah, I guess I already knew that would be our answer." Sean said quietly.

"Okay. I'll be there." said Sean.

"Perfect! We will see you at 2:30 Dr. Mallory. Enjoy the flight!" said Marcy. The phone clicked dead, and Sean put his phone down on the bed next to him and just stared at it in shock.

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Phineas Crowe was a forty something billionaire playboy. Most of his fortune was handed down to him from his father who had founded Humanatech, a bio-genetic firm that specialized in bridging the gap between medicine and technology, in the early 1980's. They didn't really produce anything of significance until Phineas came to control the company in the early 2000's. Their greatest achievement under Phineas to date was manufacturing Miomex; a drug that had basically brought an end to the debilitating disease known as Alzheimers. Humanatech figured out a way to use nano-technology along with a synthesized formula that was built around an individuals DNA. After many human trials they finally cracked the code and now with a small prick of your finger the DNA sample taken from your blood would be merged with nano technology. Swallow a one-time dose of a liquid mixture and...voila...within hours people who had suffered for years with this debilitating disease were returning to the people they used to be. Memories returned. Mind returned. Complete and utter modern day miracle.

The world flocked to Humanatech. They couldn't produce Miomex fast enough. Because they were the only ones with the miracle drug they could also control the price. They were accused of price gauging early on, but they quickly realized they could make more money by lowering the cost to make it as commonplace as aspirin, and winning the goodwill of the world around them. Not only did it prove to be a brilliant public relations strategy, but it also lined their coffers with more money then most developing nations.

Phineas Crowe had very little to do with Miomex. He was simply the benefactor of some lab rats stuffed down in a research facility that finally happened upon the correct formula and code for the nano-tech to be able to merge and blend with the host DNA, thus being able to "re-program" to some extent the faulty DNA that was causing this horrible disease to take root in the first place. But he did benefit. Handsomely! His net worth was estimated to be over 100 billion dollars. Needless to say, Phineas Crowe was not lacking for anything. If he wanted it...he just bought it. He had a particular attraction to the flamboyant and over the top decadent lifestyle, and if he was ever seen in public, he was surrounded by a bevy of scantily clad women that were half his age. His public image was one of being a spoiled young boy trapped in a forty year olds body. With nothing out of his reach he lived a life of wanton pleasure and endless partying.

It has been rumored in recent years that the board of directors was really leaning hard on Phineas to lead the company into the future; to continue to be the leader in innovation when it came to bio-medical treatments. Being the playboy he was did nothing to erase the pitiful memories of failing to impress and garner the pride of his father. His father was a hard worker that built Humanatech from the ground up. Phineas could have cared less. Their relationship was often strained due to Phineas' constant need to rebel and party. 

His father left him everything when he died. It was his way of telling his son that he loved him even though they were never the father and son ideal that he had desired. Phineas changed his ways briefly after his father's passing, but it was short lived once his bank account added a few more zeros to the end of the line.

Phineas lived the life that men everywhere only dream about. But the cost of such living took its toll. The pleasures he surrounded himself with ceased to bring the pleasure it once did. He was always searching and looking for something else to fill the void. He became desensitized to life itself. Nothing shocked him anymore, nothing moved him anymore. Drugs had lost their effect. The highs were just not getting him high enough. He could have sex with anyone he wanted whenever he wanted. Sex had lost its appeal. It was becoming harder and harder to get hard.

Phineas began to devise a plan. He had near unlimited wealth, and he had access to the best labs in the world. He started to contrive a plan that would not only solve his own personal search for happiness, but would catapult Phineas to the top of the list as the most influential and powerful man in the world. Miomex was just the beginning. Finding a cure for Alzheimers was truly miraculous, but it could only benefit people who had the disease. Phineas knew that if he could use that same technology to create a drug that would give him a safe high with unlimited potential, then there would be no end to the people lining up at their doors to use it. A drug that could give people the power to be anyone they wanted to be or experience anything they had dreamed of experiencing. A drug that would cure the boredom that living in this rat race everyday produces. It would be a drug that he would want. A drug that he would use. A drug he needed because his senses had been dulled by his extravagant living.

The problem would be that this would have to be off the books. The board would never go for something like this. The FDA certainly would never approve something like this. He would be shut down the minute any word of this got out. He needed people he could trust, but since he didn't have many friends inside of the company, it would mean he would have to look outside. He would need someone that he could control, and he knew of no better way to control someone then with money and extortion.

Phineas needed a dreamer. He needed someone that was smart enough to help, but that would be in a position that he could not refuse to help even knowing the grey areas that this sort of venture would put them in.

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Sean ran to the window and pulled back the curtain just enough to peek out. Sure enough, there was a black SUV sitting by the curb in front of his townhome. There was a young looking Hispanic woman in a short black skirt with a white shirt and black jacket on top. She wore high heels and dark sunglasses and was standing properly beside the passenger side door waiting patiently. He let the blind go and stood there for a minute. He rubbed his hands in his face and then ran them through his black and wild bed-head hair.

"Could this really be happening?" he thought to himself.

His heart began to pound a little inside as he made his way to the bathroom. He jumped in the shower and washed off. All kinds of thoughts were running through his head. Some made sense, most didn't, and others just terrified him. He put on a white button down shirt and some khaki pants and then grabbed a navy blue blazer; not to formal and not to casual.

"What do you wear to a meeting with one of the richest men in the world?" he thought to himself.

He grabbed his watch and wallet and keys. He threw his macbook in his satchel and then headed out the door.

The young Hispanic female waiting by the black SUV snapped to attention when the front door opened and Sean appeared.

"Good morning Dr. Mallory." she said as she opened the back passenger door.

"Good morning." Sean said, very cautiously.

Sean sat down in the back of the SUV. The driver went around and got in and started the truck, and began to pull away.

"We will be at the airport in 25 minutes, sir, they will have breakfast for you ready to go on the plane." the driver said.

"Do you work for Mr. Crowe?" Sean asked.

"I work for Humantech. I have been a driver for their executives and VIP's for almost 4 years now." answered the driver.

"Really? That's great. Does he always wake up people and tell them to go get in a strange car so that he can fly them across the country for a meeting?" asked Sean almost not expecting an answer.

The driver laughed. 

"Well, it doesn't happen all the time, but typically Mr. Crowe does pretty much just tell people what to do and they just do it." The driver answered.

"I guess if you are worth a hundred billion dollars you can do pretty much anything you want." Sean retorted.

"Yes, indeed." Answered the driver.

The rest of the trip remained quiet. Sean sat in the backseat looking out the window left alone to his wandering thoughts. There was an uneasy excitement as his mind raced with the possibilities ahead of him. The scientist part of him was straining and telling him to remain calm and logically assess the situation, and the dreamer/inventor side of him was jumping up and down at a chance to realize and have access to a near unlimited and powerful resource like Mr. Crowe.

The SUV approached a small private airfield that Sean had no prior knowledge of its existence until this very moment. The security gate opened and the SUV pulled around a few buildings and approached a tarmac where a sleek looking private jet sat with its door open. There was a beautiful young woman with long red hair in a stewardess' outfit standing at the bottom of the stairs awaiting their arrival.

The SUV pulled to a stop within six feet of the plane and the beautiful red-headed woman stepped forward and opened the door.

"Good morning Dr. Mallory." The woman said, with a thick Irish accent, as she waved her arm motioning to the stairs leading up into the plane that was already running and waiting for his arrival.

"Good morning." Sean answered and stepped forward climbing the stairs.

The woman followed up closely behind him, and he was keenly aware of how close she was following him up. As he entered into the plane he noticed the pilot and co-pilot already seated with their headsets on and it appeared they were going through some pre-flight checklist of some kind. He turned and looked at the luxurious cabin and was immediately blown away. It was certainly not like any plane he had ever flown on before. This plane was the epitome of over the top luxury. There was a long white leather sectional couch with a chaise recliner along the right side of the plane. There was a small conference table with four impressive captains chairs on the left side of the cabin across from the couch. Behind the chairs of the table there was a fully stocked bar. Wood and gold trim was everywhere throughout. There were two large flat screen monitors at the front and rear of the cabin so you could see them no matter where you were sitting. He noticed there was a wall near the back that had 2 doors that were closed.

"Good morning Dr. Mallory." Said another beautiful young stewardess that appeared from one of the closed doors from the rear of the cabin.

"My name is Jenna and this is Sarah," she said, motioning to the red-headed woman who was closing the door of the plane. "Please make yourself at home. You can sit anywhere that you are comfortable. Have you had breakfast yet?" she asked.

"No." Sean said politely.

"As soon as we take off we will make sure you get exactly what you want." Jenna replied. Sean thought he saw her give him a wink, but he wasn't certain.

Sean made his way to the conference table and sat in the chair facing the front of the cabin that had a window to look out of. As he was seating himself he felt the plane begin to move slowly forward. He sat down and looked out the window. The plane taxied onto the runway and then without a pause began to accelerate quickly down the runway. The scenery outside sped by and he lost his stomach briefly as the wheels lost contact with the ground. Not a minute or two later and the plane had leveled out and the ground below got smaller and smaller until after passing through the clouds it disappeared completely.

"What would you like for breakfast Dr. Mallory?" said Jenna who had quietly appeared beside him yet again.

"Uh...bacon and eggs?" Sean asked.

"How would you like your eggs?" she asked.

"Scrambled with some orange juice would be fantastic." Sean said smiling up at the young woman as he took her appearance in. As she made her way past him to the rear of the cabin he turned to get his first real assessment. She appeared to be about 5'5" with a slender frame. She had medium length sandy brown hair that was cut in a short bob that fell just short of her shoulders. He guessed she wasn't more than 25 years old. She was wearing a short black skirt that reached the middle of her slender yet athletic thighs. A white button down shirt was tucked in tightly to the black skirt. It did little to hide her rather impressive chest. The buttons on the front were strained rather tightly leaving little gaps in between that allowed anyone to take note of the black lacy bra she was wearing to support her impressive chest. There was a black ascot loosely tied around her neck. He watched her walk away on some black strapless four-inch heels behind the closed door.

Sean turned his attention back to the window. His thoughts still not gathered and so many questions running around inside his head. He looked towards the cockpit of the plane and saw that a narrow door had been closed so that he could no longer ascertain what was taking place up there.

After about 10 minutes of waiting he heard the door behind him open and Jenna appeared rolling a small cart with a dish covered with a round metal lid. She approached where we was seated. She took the plate off of the cart and bent over across Sean to set it down. Sean couldn't help but notice the straining shirt against her chest and he caught a glimpse of the top of the creamy white globes that lay beneath. He looked back up at Jenna to see her fully aware of where his gaze had wandered, and this time, without a doubt in his mind, she gave him another wink. 

She lifted the lid off of the plate to reveal a plate full of scrambled eggs with 7-8 slices of fresh fried bacon and a buttered piece of toast. As Sean began to grab the utensils Jenna produced a rather large napkin that she fluffed in the air and then preceded to place in Sean's lap. She had leaned in extremely close to Sean. Her face was no more than an inch away. He could smell her sweet perfume. Her eyes never left his. Her hands spread the napkin across his lap and then smoothed it out over his crotch area pressing down a bit into his manhood. She smiled a wicked little smile, and gave him another mischievous wink.




Dreamscape



Sean leaned back in his seat to try and create some distance between them, but to no avail. Jenna lingered for another second or two and then leaned her mouth over next to his ear.

"Is there anything else you need Doctor Mallory?" she whispered.

"No," he stammered, "I'm okay now thanks." He said shifting his legs trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

"Okay, I'll be back in a bit to clean you up." She withdrew quickly and disappeared to the rear of the cabin with the cart she had brought out.

Sean's mind raced even faster. 

"What the fuck?!?" he whispered to himself. This is not what he needed right now. He was just here to go see what this crazy billionaire wanted from him. He did not need this unwanted attention. He turned and pulled the plate of eggs and bacon over in front of him. He began to eat. He didn't realize how hungry he was. It took him about 3 minutes to finish the whole plate and then he downed the large glass of orange juice in just a few quick gulps. As he sat the glass back down on the table he heard the door behind him open again. He turned to look and to his relief he saw Sarah, the redheaded stewardess appear. She approached him with a warm smile across her ruby red lips. She, too, looked to be about 5'5" dressed exactly as Jenna was. Four-inch heels, short black skirt, tight white shirt with a black ascot tied around her neck. Her chest was not nearly the size of Jenna's. Both girls looked to be in extremely excellent shape.

"How was your breakfast?" she asked in her Irish accent.

"It was great, thank you. I didn't realize how hungry I was." Sean replied.

"Let me get this out of the way for you." Said Sarah as she leaned across much like Jenna had to clean away the plate and utensils. His eyes traced the stretched fabric of her white shirt, but he couldn't see what he was hoping for. He looked back to Sarah's face and she to was smiling at him as she watched him investigate her curves.

"Is everything to your liking, Doctor Mallory?" she asked giving him a wink.

She reached down and grabbed the napkin from the middle of his crotch grasping much of his semi-erect manhood in the process.

"Oh my," she said, with a feigning shock in her voice, "I think everything IS to your liking."

"I'm sorry," he stumbled, "I'm just a little confused this morning and..."he trailed off.

"Nonsense doctor," she said, "We are here to serve you and make this flight as enjoyable as possible." Sarah said making sure to emphasize the word enjoyable.

A slender pair of hands fell upon his shoulders and began kneading the tops of his muscles. Sean jumped a little in surprise and turned his head up and to the side to see they belonged to Jenna who had again mysteriously appeared.

"You seem really tense, Doctor Mallory." She said as she began kneading and squeezing the muscles at the top of his back and shoulders. "Just relax, I know this has been a stressful morning for you. Just close your eyes and relax." Jenna said seductively. 

He noticed the lights in the cabin had dimmed and the shades on every window had somehow been pulled down. Some lights from the fully stocked bar behind them were the only thing giving light in the cabin now.

"Uh, girls, I'm not entirely comfortable..." but before Sean could finish his sentence Sarah's ruby red lips had enclosed on his mouth. He felt her warm tongue fighting to get inside. He began to struggle a little. Jenna's hands from behind him held his head in place and as he brought his hands up to push Sarah away they found her breasts. She immediately pushed her chest harder into his hands pinning his arms between her and the chair he was seated in. The erection in his pants grew involuntarily as his hands felt her soft orbs of flesh straining against the material and this woman's tongue searching for an entrance into his mouth.

He tried to open his mouth to speak but this only served to allow Sarah total access and she plunged her tongue deep into his mouth licking and slurping up his tongue. Without breaking her kiss she pulled up her leg and straddled him in his seat. Her black skirt rose high up on her thighs. Sean felt her grind her crotch into his hardened manhood that was straining for relief stuffed inside his pants.

The tongue, the kiss, the breasts, the warmth of her woman parts grinding on him was too much. His hands that were grasping her breasts each took a full hand of material and ripped outward. Buttons flew apart and her breasts bounced from the force though still contained in a black lacy bra. Sarah moaned, as her shirt was ripped apart. Jenna's hands released their grip on his head and disappeared. He didn't care where. He was in the throes and passion of complete lust. It had been almost six months since he had been with a woman like this. He kissed Sarah back fiercely and passionately. Their tongues dueled with each other darting back and forth from inside one mouth to the other. Her hands now held his face in her hands as his hands reached behind her back to find the clasp of her bra. He began fumbling and was having trouble releasing it. He then felt another pair of hands move his to the clasp and assist him in freeing it from its hooks. Sarah broke the kiss and sat up. She took the bra and removed it from her body and tossed it on the floor. Jenna's hands appeared from behind Sarah's body and reached up and took both of Sarah's C Cup breasts in each hand. She pushed them together. Sarah threw her head back and to the side to meet Jenna's waiting mouth. Their tongues began to flick each other as Jenna continued to massage Sarah's fleshly mounds. Sean was captivated by it all. Sarah was still grinding herself into his crotch. He reached his right hand down to her thigh and traced it up pushing her skirt up further and further until he reached the place where her underwear should have been, but to his shock there was no underwear. His fingers traced a smooth hairless outline of Sarah's outer lips. She moaned again into Jenna's mouth at Sean's touch. Sean's eyes were locked on Sarah's erect nipples. With his right hand tracing the outer lips of Sarah's vagina he used his left hand to reach around and grasp the small of Sarah's back and pull her to him. It made the girls stop kissing but it brought her beautiful creamy tits right to his face. He began kissing and nibbling on them pulling her close into his face. He found the nipple of her right breast and began to suckle. Sarah threw her head back in ecstasy. His right hand was no longer satisfied with just touching her woman parts. He turned his wrist over and slid his middle finger down her juicy slit until he found the entrance to her tight little twat. He slipped his middle finger inside and it was instantly covered in her warm wet juices. 

"Oh fuck," Sarah said enraptured at the feeling of his finger inside of her. 

Sean felt Sarah lift up on her knees as she straddled him. This gave his hand more access and freedom of movement to pleasure her, as he wanted. He took full advantage and began sliding his middle finger in and out of her at a slow but steady pace. Sean felt a pair of hands at his crotch, rubbing and stroking his hardened penis through his pants. He looked to the side of Sarah and under the table he saw Jenna, who was now completely in the nude, running her hands all over his legs and crotch and penis. She moved up to his belt and undid it and then unfastened his pants. Sean took the cue and with Sarah up on her knees he lifted his hips. Jenna grabbed both sides of his pants and with one smooth yank she pulled down his underwear and pants all at once. His eight-inch erection sprung up and slapped down on his stomach. As he slid his middle finger out of Sarah's snatch he added his ring finger to it as they both plunged back inside the beautiful redhead. Jenna grabbed his dick and pulled it back behind Sarah so that the swollen head was just at the bottom of her crack. She leaned forward and began to lick the head of his cock with her tongue. His eyes rolled back in his head as she lowered her lips and took the head just inside the warmth of her mouth. 

Sean couldn't believe what was happening. His mouth suckling on the tit of a beautiful redhead stewardess he had only met maybe 30 minutes ago. His fingers were fucking her tight little cunt at a medium pace. The other blonde stewardess was naked and giving him an amazing blowjob while she gently massaged his balls with her free hand.

Sean slid his hand out from Sarah's crotch and lifted her up by the armpits off of him. His cock popped out of Jenna's mouth as he stood leaving a trail of spit from her lips to the head of his throbbing penis. He spun Sarah around and bent her over the table and then grabbed her skirt and pulled it up over her bare ass. Sarah's face was pressed down on the table and she reached behind with both arms and spread her ass cheeks giving Sean an amazing view of her puckered little rosebud and her wet flowering pussy. He walked up behind her and moved his legs inside of hers. He hooked his hand under her right leg and lifted it up so it was resting on the chair that he was just sitting in and then used his left leg to push her left leg out a little further. He grabbed his cock and lined it up on the open pink hole in front of him. He pushed the tip inside of her. He then grabbed both of her hips and plunged full length until the head of cock rammed into her cervix. Sarah cried out in pleasure. Jenna took full advantage from her position under the table and moved her head forward to begin licking Sarah's exposed clit. Sean began to ram himself repeatedly into Sarah's cunt. The slapping sounds of his hips colliding with her ass filled the cabin room and were only drowned out by the sound of Sarah's moans and wails of pleasure. Jenna took every opportunity to let her tongue slip down and run along the base of Sean's dick, as it would exit Sarah's snatch. The rhythm increased and Sean could feel the familiar feeling of his balls swelling and contracting.

"Fuck me, Dr. Mallory, fuck me harder!" Sarah cried out pulling her ass cheeks further apart. 

"I'm gonna cum!" Sean shouted.

"Cum inside me doctor, fuck me hard." Sarah moaned.

With two more hard pumps he stiffened and shot his load deep inside the redheaded stewardess. She stiffened and clamped down on his penis as an orgasm racked her body with massive waves of pleasure. Her legs shook and she collapsed down on top of the table. Sean slid his slowly deflating cock from inside her and Jenna was there to gobble it up as it continued to dribble cum from the end of his prick. When she was satisfied she had thoroughly cleaned all of his cum from his dick she moved her mouth back to the freshly pounded pussy that was now beginning to leak out the mixture of Sarah and Sean's ejaculate. Sarah squealed as Jenna licked and sucked on her still sensitive bits making sure there was no more cum left inside of her.

Sean collapsed on the couch behind him. His now limp dick was resting spent between his legs. As Sarah stood to turn, a small drop of cum suspended between her legs. Jenna reached up and wrapped it around her finger until it broke off and then licked her finger clean. Jenna crawled from between Sarah's legs and stood up. Both beauties standing before him; Jenna was completely naked save her high heels and Sarah was naked except for her heels and the skirt that was pulled up and wrapped around her waist.

"Are you relaxed now Doctor Mallory?" Sarah asked in her pleasant Irish accent.

"Oh yeah." Sean replied rubbing his hands through his hair.

Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He had never been with two women at the same time. He had only ever slept with four girls in his lifetime and none of those experiences could hold a candle to what just happened here. Sean smiled.

"What's that smile for?" Jenna asked rubbing her hands over one of her breasts.

"I just joined the mile high club." Sean said laughing.

Both girls giggled.

"Ladies and gentleman we will be landing in about forty-five minutes. Please prepare the cabin for arrival." Crackled a voice over some speakers.

"Doctor, if you could, please clothe yourself and return to a seat." Sarah said as she began gathering her discarded clothes.

Jenna had already scampered back behind the closed door and Sean watched the sway of Sarah's creamy white ass as she moved to the rear of the cabin.

Sean grabbed his clothes and pulled his pants back on. He sat down in his chair with a huge smile across his face.

"Well, if nothing else good comes from this trip at least I've got this." He thought to himself.

He didn't see the girls again until the plane had touched down and taxied down a small private runway toward another black SUV. As the plane slowed to a halt the girls emerged from the rear of the cabin looking exactly as they had before they had taken off. No sign of the glorious fucking they had all just experienced.

Sarah opened the Cabin door and Jenna waited patiently next to the door holding her arm out toward the door as to show Sean where he needed to go.

"Have a great day Doctor Mallory," Jenna said, "Maybe we will see each other again soon."

"Thank you ladies," Sean replied, "the pleasure was all mine."

Sarah gave him a wink as he passed her and descended the stairs. There was a rather large black man standing next to the rear open passenger door. Sean got in the vehicle and looked back up to see Sarah blowing him a kiss as the SUV pulled away.

He looked down at his watch.

2:00pm

"Where are we going, sir?" Sean asked the driver.

"We are headed to Mr. Crowes private estate outside of New Orleans." The driver responded, "Should take us about twenty minutes or so."

His nerves began to get the better of him again as his leg started to bounce and he involuntarily began to bite on his fingernails.

"What the hell kind of day this is!" Sean thought to himself. "What the hell kind of day is it going to end up being?" His thoughts continued.

He dreamingly watched out the window as the scenery sped by, not really looking at anything, but more just lost inside his own thoughts.

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"How did it go?" Mr. Crowe asked into the phone.

"Exceptionally well." Came the response in an Irish accent.

"Good to hear. Did he put up any resistance?" Crowe asked.

"Not in the slightest, he was a rather good fuck!" Jenna answered into the speaker phone. 

"Did he notice the cameras?" Crowe asked.

"No sir, he had no clue. I was rather surprised how easy it was to get him to play along." Sarah said.

"Good work as always, ladies. Go fix yourselves for scene two, take some pics and then forward me the edited footage of the cabin video. I'll send you a little extra in your next check." Crowe responded, and then hung up the phone.

Crowe looked out his window to see the black SUV pulling into the main gate. He pushed a call button on his desk.

"Marcy, our guest has arrived. Is everything in order?" Crowe spoke into the air.

"Yes sir." Came the reply over a small speaker on his desk.

Crowe sat back in his chair. He knew this plan would cost him a lot of money, but he also knew that the greatest rewards came with the greatest risks, and if he played his cards right then there would be nothing on this planet that could stand in his way of power, riches, and influence. If it cost this silly chump his life and freedom...well that was a price Crowe was comfortable with. He needed this to succeed. He needed this to work. He could not see any other way moving forward in his life without it.

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Crowe looked out the window to see the chauffer opening the door for Doctor Mallory. He looked him over as he got out. He was a nice looking fellow. Stood about 6'2", he guessed, with medium length wavy black hair. Some short stubble on his face. Not the fittest guy he ever saw, but he was a scientist after all, not a sports underwear model. He heard the front door open and he heard Marcy welcoming Doctor Mallory inside.

"Good afternoon Doctor Mallory." Marcy said extending her hand.

"Marcy? Right?" Sean asked as he politely shook her hand.

"Yes sir, it's a pleasure to meet you." Marcy said. "I trust everything on your flight was in order." She said.

"Absolutely, outstanding service and a great flight." Sean said with a smile on his face.

"Perfect. Then follow me and I'll take you to see Mr. Crowe. He's very excited that you decided to meet him today." Marcy said, turning and walking towards a set of stairs to the left of the grand foyer they were in.

Sean followed along a few steps behind. He noticed that Marcy appeared to be about his age. He assessed she was probably about thirty-five years old. She walked ahead of him in a grey pantsuit that was perfectly tailored to her slim build. She had shoulder length brown hair that was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wore a short pair of heels that were concealed by the hem of her pants. Sean noticed her tight little butt in that grey pantsuit. He recalled how every woman he had encountered so far was immaculate and beautiful. 

"I guess if you can hire anyone you want you might as well hire the pretty ones." Sean thought to himself.

He followed Marcy down a long hall where there was large wooden door at the end that was partially open. They approached and she knocked lightly as she pushed it open fully.

"Come on in." Sean heard a man's voice respond from inside the room.

As the door opened he passed by Marcy and entered a very opulent large office. This room screamed luxury everywhere he looked. A man that appeared not much older then he was approached him. Sean recognized him as Phineas Crowe.

"Doctor Sean Mallory!" Crowe said approaching and extending his hand.

"Hello sir." Sean replied firmly grasping his hand and giving it a firm shake.

"Aw, a good hand shake, I like that." Said Crowe.

"My father always taught me that you only have one chance to make a good impression and a handshake is the first step in making sure that happens." Sean explained.

"Sounds like he was a very wise man." Crowe answered.

"He was." Sean said.

"Would you like something to eat? Something to drink perhaps?" Crowe asked.

"No sir, I'm fine." Sean said.

"Thank you Marcy, I'll let you know if we need anything." Crowe said facing Marcy. 

"Very good, sir." she said as she turned and left the room closing the door behind her.

"Sean..." Crowe began, "it's okay if I call you Sean right?" Crowe asked.

"Yes sir, absolutely." Sean said.

"Great. Sean, I know you must have a lot of questions. Come over here and sit down and let me see if I can't answer those for you." Crowe said as they moved to a set of opposite facing couches separated by a glass coffee table.

Both men took a seat opposite each other.

"Sean, are you familiar with Miomex?" Asked Crowe.

"Yes, of course, it's a miracle drug if there ever was one." Sean responded.

"Yes, it's been very effective and provided everything you see around here." Crowe said motioning around the room.

"Miomex is child's play compared to what I have in store." Crowe said leaning forward with both elbows on his knees.

"Really?" Sean asked smiling enthusiastically.

"Oh, most definitely." Crowe stated.

"Sean, have you ever done any drugs?" Crowe asked.

"No sir." Sean replied.

"Come on, this isn't that kind of job interview. Think back, cocaine, heroine?" Crowe asked.

"Mr. Crowe, I have never done any drugs at all in my life." Sean stated rather emphatically.

"Well, that's unfortunate, Sean. I have. I have done them all. Freely and frequently!" Crowe laughed.

Sean was beginning to get a little uncomfortable in his chair. He did not know what to think of this whole conversation.




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Crowe continued, "But I'm tired of them, I'm tire of drugs, Sean. They just don't give me the high they used to give me." Sean sat silently in his seat.

"I have a problem, Sean, and I need help. I'm not addicted to anything except pleasure, and my problem is that I no longer get pleasure from this life." Crowe said quietly.

Sean said nothing.

"I can and have had every conceivable pleasure this world has to offer at my fingertips, and I've exhausted them all. Ladies, men, drugs, vacations, boats, houses, planes, parties, orgies, adventure after adventure...and now...it means nothing." Crowe said staring Sean down trying to get a read on the young scientist.

"Adrenaline is gone, sensitivity is gone. I haven't had a true raging lustful erection in months." Crowe said grabbing his crotch for effect.

Sean was definitely uncomfortable now.

"Well, they do make some drugs for that now, sir." Sean said trying to appear to be helpful.

Crowe laughed. He stood from his seat and walked over to a table that had several different canters of liquid beverages on them and poured what looked like a bourbon or whiskey into a small glass.

"Sean, what do you want to do with your life?" Crowe asked.

Sean was glad the subject had been changed.

"Well, I guess I want to do what everyone wants. Make a difference and make enough money to enjoy life a bit while I'm doing that. I would love to be a part of developing something that truly helped people." Sean explained in a rather business interview tone of voice.

"Sean, I need your help," Crowe said, "I need you to help me develop a new drug."

Sean sat up in his chair a little bit.

"Sean, imagine a world where you could be anyone you want to be, or live and experience anything you could possibly imagine. A sort of virtual reality, but not one programmed by some pre-pubescent punk that is controlling the game, but one that was programmed specifically by the user. A reality inside themselves, that they could alter and control at will, in any shape or form that they so pleased. Imagine being able to do this by swallowing a pill, and then lying down and going to sleep, and having complete control of the dreams that are taking place inside your head. Imagine being in that dream and experiencing it as though you were physically there. Let's say you were dreaming that you were skiing in the Alps. You could actually feel the cold air flowing through your lungs, you could actually see and hear the snow beneath your skis, you could feel the pressure of the boots around your feet and you could sense the thrill of racing down the mountain as fast as you possibly could...and you could control it all. You could even control the amount of stimulation you were experiencing, the amount of adrenaline released in your body, the amount of pleasure, all by your own thoughts." Crowe said.

"How is that even possible?" Sean asked.

"Well, it's not." Crowe answered. "But that's why you are here. I need you Sean. I need you to make this for me."

"Me, Mr. Crowe?" Sean asked

"Yes...you!" Crowe answered, walking back over and sitting down across from Sean.

"Mr. Crowe...I don't think you have the right guy. There are a lot of other more qualified people out there to try and take on something like this. And besides, this sounds more like a recreational use kind of drug. How in the world would you go about getting this to the public? The FDA would never allow it. Let's say you could even come close to achieving some of this...the addiction people would have to this drug would be off the charts. People would never leave their houses. They would be trapped forever inside their own minds." Sean explained.

"Yes - exactly!" Crowed responded.

"You mean, you want people to be addicted to this?" Sean asked.

"Abso-fucking-lutely!" Crowe answered. "If they aren't addicted to it, then how in the hell am I going to get them to come knocking on my door looking for more? How can I become this worlds first multi-trillionaire if the whole world isn't addicted to this?"

"I'm definitely not your guy." Sean said.

"Oh, I think you are, Sean." Crowe said standing and walking over to his desk. "Power and wealth and influence do not come cheaply, Doctor Mallory. There is a cost involved, and I cannot afford to wait. I needed this drug yesterday! The world needs this drug now!" Crowe continued as his fingers began typing into his computer. He lifted up a remote control and pointed it at a huge television mounted on the wall opposite from where Sean was sitting.

"Sean, this project would be off the books. You are a smart guy. The FDA would not approve this at all. The public would be outraged if they knew I was trying to manufacture a drug of this nature that was solely created to make people addicted to it. I can't do this project in the public. This has to be private and I have to have people working on this that I can trust." Crowe said.

"I'm just not your guy, Mr. Crowe. I have a very limited understanding of the nano-technology that your company has been working decades on. I do understand gene therapy and the science behind DNA manipulations, but this...this is just way outside of my expertise, and quite frankly, outside of my moral limits." Sean replied.

"Really Sean? Moral limits? I don't think a guy who beat the shit out of my stewardesses and then raped them is someone that should be talking about moral limits." Crowe said looking over his computer monitor.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sean demanded standing to his feet. "I did no such thing!"

"Aw, but you did, and I have the video evidence. My girls just sent me these pictures of what you did to them." Crowe said.

The huge television flashed on and pictures of Sarah and Jenna's faces appeared, but they were completely mangled. They appeared to have been beat to hell. Black eyes, swollen and cut lips, bruises around their necks.

"What the fuck is that?" Sean asked.

"Well, that's Jenna and that's Sarah, those are the girls that you fucked up really good on the flight over here." Crowe said.

Sean's blood was boiling. He knew he didn't do any of this.

"We had sex on the plane, they came on to me, they nearly forced themselves on me for Christ sake!" Sean shouted. "Whatever it is you think I've done...you are mistaken."

"Sean, come on man, settle down. I've raped a girl or two in my time." Crowe said with an evil smile across his face.

A video started playing on the screen. Sean saw himself in the plane and then he saw himself, or what looked like him assaulting these young girls. He watched as he punched Jenna in the face and tossed her aside while grabbing Sarah and ripping her clothes off. He watched as he bent her over the table and slammed her face onto the hard service. He watched himself bury his massive cock in her tight little snatch as she struggled and fought back. The scene cut to Sarah apparently unconscious on the cabin floor and he was face-fucking Jenna hard and deep. The blonde headed stewardess was pushing back on his legs as he held her head with both hands ramming his dick into her throat. Tears streamed down her bloodied and bruised face.

"That's not me!" Sean said, "I did not do that!"

"The video doesn't lie, Sean." Your DNA is all over them, your sperm is inside each of them. They put up quite the fight, but you were a very determined little boy, weren't you." Crowe continued.

"Now here's the deal, Doctor Mallory, I can forward this on to the police, and you can take your chances with them, and with me and my gaggle of lawyers... Or you can help me. You can come work for me and help me do this thing. I know how much money you have in your bank account Sean. You can't afford the lawyers you would need to prove your innocence here. You don't have the resources around you. Your just a young mid-level research assistant that gets his jollies from beating up young girls and raping them." Crowe went on.

Sean slumped down his chair. The reality of what was happening began to take shape inside his mind. He was being blackmailed into doing this sick mans dirty work, and for the moment, it appeared that there was nothing that he could do about it. He knew Crowe was right. He knew that he couldn't fight this. He knew his career would be ruined. Once you are labeled a sex offender it sticks with you your entire life. It will haunt you until the day you die.

Sean continued watching "himself" on the screen.

"Doctor Mallory, this does not have to end badly for you. Consider this," Crowe went on, "I have enormous wealth and power and I am willing to spend and give you anything you need to make this happen. Labs, assistants, money, technology...whatever you would need...I would provide. In return, when you have successfully completed the task, I will delete this file and I will send you on your merry way a very rich man."

"You are one sick fuck!" Sean seethed through his teeth.

Crowe laughed.

"What's it going to be Sean? Are you going to help me or are you going to ruin your life and walk out of here a loser rapist? You know what they do to rapists in prison Sean?" Crowe asked.

Sean sat silently in the opulent office. Emotions were flooding his mind. Thinking rational sane thoughts was proving to be extremely difficult given his troubling situation.

He sighed audibly.

"What do you want from me?" Sean asked.

"I need your mind, I need your brains, I need you to build me this drug." Crowe answered. "You will have anything you wish. You want girls, I got girls, you want drugs, I got drugs, you want it...you get it." Crowe said.

"Why me? Why did you do this to me?" Sean asked, as he began to resign himself to the fate at hand.

"It's fucked up man...it was totally random! My dad wanted me to go to Stanford, but I never went. He bugged me about it for years. I hated him for it. I figured why not use the school my father loved to do something that I know he would hate. I pulled up the directory online. I printed out a list of names of all the scientists that had degrees and experience in DNA manipulation. Then I put it on that wall over there. I took out a knife and threw it at the paper. I landed on your name Sean!" Crowe said beginning to laugh maniacally. "You are here because fate brought you to me!"

Sean closed his eyes. He knew there was no way out of this thing. He knew the only way he was going to get out of this was going forward with this insane billionaires plan.

"Okay," he whispered, "I'll do it."

Crowe clapped his hands together. "Excellent choice, my dear boy! Excellent choice."

Sean began that very instant to plot his own revenge and escape this sick mans control, but he would have to be careful, and he would have to move slow. This was going to take time!



Dreamscape: Brand New Toy



AUTHOR'S NOTE: The stories contained in this series are not so much chapters of one continuous storyline, but rather different circumstances build around the same concept. For that reason, they can be read in any order. 

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My dreams have always led to new perceptions of reality, and the one epiphany that came over the course of a week, two weeks ago, changed my life completely.

Whether it drew me to build one machine that could both replicate and merge copies of a person or merely allowed us both to experience one shared, reliable dreamscape where such a machine or concept is possible is irrelevant. What is relevant is that both my girlfriend and I are jealous creatures, and we have taken full advantage of such a concept.

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As we walked out of the fetish store together, new strap-on attachment in her hands and my wallet a little lighted, she bounced in her steps.

"What has you so giddy."

"I just can't wait to try it out."

"So we'll go straight back home, skipping the rest of our errands. I expected you might want that."

We reached my car. "No, I said I CAN'T WAIT," she replied sharply, shoving me against the hood of the car. Dropping the bag, she reached around my waist, unfastening my pants and jerking both of them and my underwear down hard enough to bring them both to my ankles.

"Stay there."

"But..."

"STAY. UNDERSTAND?"

"Alright."

Jill spanked me. "What do you say, Jack?"

"Yes, Mistress. Sorry Mistress."

Her voice immediately softened. "That's better. If you're good, I'll give you a nice treat."

"Thank you Mistress, you're too generous."

"Don't discourage me." The edge in her voice started rising again.

"Yes Mistress."

"Much better."

As we bantered, she pulled out the new attachment, slipped it into the strap that she already wore just for this purpose, and lubed it up.

"Spread your cheeks."

"Yes Mistress." I complied as she grabbed my hips.

Slowly, at first placing the tip at my sphincter, then inching it into me, Jill soon had me ready, though tight, to begin thrusting. She soon but gradually picked up the pace, brushing my hands out of the way.

I moaned softly at first, but as she accelerated, I couldn't hold back. Biting into my own arm muffled my noises, but I still moaned loudly nonetheless.

By now, other patrons had stopped, watching and enjoying the display, a few even pleasuring themselves, though none stepped forward to stop us or try to join in. At least until Jayne came forward.

"Here comes your treat," Jill bent to my ear whispering.

"Thank you mistress."

Jill pulled back on my hips and my body backward until there was room for her clone, Jayne, to sit beneath me, shirt- and bra-less, and begin playing with my throbbing erection.

Jill began pounding again after Jayne slicked me up first with her saliva and then pumping with her hand. They tag-teamed slowly at first--as Jill thrust in, pulling my hips backward, my cock pulled out of Jayne's fist. They both sped up together until Jill was once again pummeling me full speed. Sporadically, Jayne would double-time her strokes, to for every anal penetration.

Soon enough, with the added stimulation, I felt my balls tighten. Jayne smiled, added more lubrication, and Jill slowed her tempo, though she still pounded into me roughly and even deeper.

"Oh god oh god oh god oh!"

Jayne leaned back, still pumping, and Jill ran one last thrust hardest and deepest of all into me as I came onto Jayne's chest. Jill reached around, taking over the milking until I was completely drained, not even precum dripping from my now wilted cock.

Jill pulled out of me completely, and I finally noticed the nectar dripping down the inside of her own legs as I slumped to the pavement.

Whether there was scattered applause or merely pounding in my ears, I couldn't tell, but Jill and her clone caught me as I fell, lowering me down from my unsteady knees to kneel on the pavement.

"If you're up to it, would you clean up your mess?" Jill asked gently.

I bent over Jayne willingly and cleaned my cum off her body carefully, licking up every rivulet from the ground to her neck.

"Good boy, Jack. Let's get those pants back on you and finish our errands, shall we?"

She helped me stand, and together they eased my pants and underwear up, and refastened them. I walked unsteadily around my car, bracing myself with one hand against the reassuringly cool metal, and climbed into the drivers' seat.

Jill pulled off the strap-on, mopping at her own mess, before settling down into the front passenger seat. Jayne sat down on top of her, remerging their bodies. She shuddered, coming again as she re-experienced all the sensations of being on bottom as well as on top, and smiled, licking her lips.

The remaining patrons and our audience finally dispersed, and we resumed our errands.