3 comments/ 23987 views/ 17 favorites Dreamscape Ch. 02 By: darbreslo "Doctor Mallory, you have made a very wise decision," Mr. Crowe said to the beleaguered man sitting before him. Crowe pushed a small grey button that sat atop his large desk and then spoke into the air, "Marcy, could you please come in here?" Sean Mallory sat with his shoulders slumped and chin resting on his chest. He felt defeated. He felt angry. He felt used and manipulated. "How could I have been so stupid?" He thought to himself. The door opened and Crowe's beautiful personal assistant walked into the office. Sean did not even lift his head to acknowledge her presence. She entered and shut the door behind her and then stopped about three feet into the room awaiting further instruction from the sadistic billionaire, Mr. Crowe. "Marcy, good news," Crowe said standing to his feet, "Doctor Mallory has agreed to join our team and take the bull by the horns for our next groundbreaking achievement." "Welcome aboard, Doctor." Marcy said politely in her proper British accent. Sean continued to sit and stare at the floor in disbelief. His life was unraveling before him, and it appeared that there was nothing he could do about it but play along with this demented mad man's plans, until he found a way to free himself and exact revenge. Sean heard Crowe speak up. "Sean, I've already taken the liberty to have the little bit of material possessions you own packed up and headed this way. I've also submitted your resignation to Stanford effective immediately, as well as contacted your closest friends and family letting them know that you are heading off the grid for a little while and not to worry, and not to come looking for you. You just need some space and some time to...free your mind...and find yourself." Crowe said as a sarcastic grin fell across his devilishly handsome face. "Fuck you!" Sean hissed. He pulled out his phone. Crowe laughed out loud. "Sean, come on man, phone has been disconnected...bla, bla, bla." Crowe said. "There is no chance of you contacting anyone on the outside, and the first time I find out that you are attempting to do so or that you somehow actually succeed in doing so...this video goes viral. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" Crowe asked. "Go to hell, you sick fuck!" Sean growled. "Tisk, tisk Sean," Crowe responded, "We are going to be working closely together, we need to be more cordial than that." Sean said nothing. "Marcy, please show Sean to his room for the evening, and set him up with anything he needs to be comfortable." Crowe said to his petite little assistant. "Certainly, Sir!" Marcy said. "Right this way, Doctor Mallory." Marcy said opening the door. Sean slowly dragged himself from the couch. He turned and faced Crowe and stood silently. His gaze boring a hole through the well dressed personification of evil. He began to nod his head slowly as he made his way to the exit where Marcy stood waiting. "Just so you know," Sean said as he reached the door, "I will make you pay for this. It may not be tomorrow, or next month, or next year, but one day down the road...we will meet face to face and you will beg me to end your life." "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH" Crowe stammered as he mockingly shook his hands in fear. "Get some rest Sean, we will get started first thing in the morning." Crowe finished and then sat back down at his desk, his head disappearing behind his large computer monitor. ********** Sean followed Marcy out of the office. "Follow me, Doctor." Marcy said, marching down the hall in front of Sean with a very determined gait. Her heels clacked against the marble floors. "We have you all set up in the guest suite on the third floor. There's a phone in there that is connected to the servant's quarters. If you need anything tonight just let them know and they will make it happen." Marcy explained. Marcy continued to ramble on about the property, but Sean wasn't listening any longer. He just followed along staring at her feet, lost inside his own mind. He began to replay all of the events in the last twelve hours trying to figure out exactly what just happened. His entire life and all that he had worked to achieve, small as it was, had been completely ripped out from under him. Everything was gone. Nothing would be the same again. They began climbing a set of marble stairs. Marcy had stopped talking. After another flight of stairs and a few turns down a hallway lined with paintings of naked people in very acts of sexual activity, they ended up at large wooden door. Marcy turned the knob and opened it. They walked inside to a huge private suite. As pissed off as Sean was, he could not help but notice how luxurious this room was. No corners had been cut, nothing had been spared. This room would rival many penthouse suites of the finest hotels in the world. There was a large sitting room as you entered that sat in front of a large set of ,what had to have been, fifteen or twenty foot windows that looked out over the manicured grounds below them. There was black baby grand piano stationed in front of the windows. To the right as you entered, behind the seating area, was another larger sectional sofa that sat in front of the largest television he had ever seen hanging on a wall. There was a hallway, of sorts, on either side of the wall the television hung on, that he could not see where it led. To the right was a marble counter top that wrapped around a generous sized kitchen area that had a rather large bar near the end of it. The bar had a mirrored wall behind it that had several shelves, all heavily stocked with copious amounts of every alcohol and spirit one could imagine. Past that, and climbing up three more marble steps, led you to a landing area that had glass French-doors leading into the master suite. He could make out a large, king size, four-poster bed, that had more pillows on it then he had ever seen on a bed before. Marcy showed him around the suite. "...and here's the phone I was telling you about. Just pick it up and wait for an answer. Our staff will see to it that you receive anything you ask for." She said with a polite smile. "How about a real phone so I can call my family?" Sean said sternly. "I do apologize, Doctor, but I guess I should have said anything you need that doesn't contradict Mr. Crowe's specific instructions." Marcy answered kindly. "How can you work for a guy like that?" Sean asked Marcy. Marcy smiled politely, "If there's nothing else, Doctor, then I will be going." "Oh come on," Sean pleaded, "you saw what he did to me in there! You know what's happening! How can you be okay with this?" Sean pleaded. "Doctor Mallory," Marcy said walking towards the exit of the opulent room, "I will see you at eight in the morning. Get some rest." She said as she closed the door behind her. Sean watched the beautiful assistant disappear behind the closing door and then heard a click that, he assumed, was the door locking from the outside. He walked up to it, just to be sure, and verified his fear. He was locked in. He proceeded to walk through the suite to every window to the outside world, only to find that there was nothing that opened. He beat against the windows with his fists, and any other thing he could pick up and throw at them only to find they were not glass, but some sort of plexi-glass or bulletproof material of some kind. After spending almost an hour trying to find a way out, he sat down on the floor, exhausted from his efforts and the emotional roller coaster he had been through. Emotions welled up inside of him and he began to sob uncontrollably. He cried and he wept until there were no more tears. He sat on the floor in front of the windows just staring out at nothing for another hour. The pain and sadness that raged inside his head would not quiet. His tormented ache needed to be eased. He stood before the mirrored wall containing the largest private collection of alcohol he had ever seen. His hand reached and grabbed a bottle. He didn't know which one or what it was. He opened it and drew the bottle to his mouth and poured, and swallowed. It burned, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was make the pain inside go away. So he kept swallowing. He stopped long enough to catch his breath and then continue drinking. He finished that bottle and then grabbed another one. Halfway through his third bottle of hard liquor he collapsed on the marble floor behind the counter and faded into unconsciousness. ********** "Doctor Mallory? Can you hear me Doctor?" Marcy asked stooping down to awaken the man curled up on the marble floor. There were two empty bottles of Jack Daniels and a half empty bottle of tequila laying beside the disheveled man. Marcy shook Sean a little more vigorously. "Doctor Mallory?!" she said a little louder. "You have to wake up Doctor, Mr. Crowe is waiting for you." Sean's eyes began to squint open as the little British woman continued her attempt to rouse the drunken man lying before her. "Doctor? Can you hear me?" Marcy asked. Sean mumbled something that sounded like a yes. "Doctor, please, you must get up." Marcy demanded. Sean lay in the fetal position on the cold marble floor. It felt like the room was spinning around him. His mouth felt like it had been stuffed full of cotton. Coherent thoughts escaped him. "Lydia, come here and help me get Doctor Mallory into the bathroom." Sean heard Marcy say. A moment later Sean felt a hand slide under each armpit and he felt someone grab each leg. The small ladies struggled to lift the fully grown man's dead weight. His head and feet were off the ground, but most of his butt and midsection were dragging the ground as they slid him towards the bathroom. Sean slipped back into the unconscious drunken stupor that had finally quieted his dispirited soul. The blast of cold water from the shower made Sean sit up and grab for the walls around him. He tried to move his face out from the stream of water so he could get a breath of air. "What the fuck?" Sean yelled. "Sorry, Doctor Mallory," Marcy said from outside the shower, "but you just wouldn't get up." He felt a soft hand take his and begin helping him to his feet. He turned to see a naked young Latina woman holding his hand and helping keep his balance. Water from a separate showerhead was running over her smooth brown skin. Sean jumped back against the cold tile of the large shower stall. "Doctor Mallory, this is Lydia. She is going to help you get cleaned up and presentable. I'll be back in forty-five minutes to collect you." Marcy said her voice fading as she left the bathroom. Sean turned to Lydia. She began to slowly approach him. "Hola, Señor." Lydia said as she pressed herself up against Sean; her leg stepping in between his and rubbing against his crotch. Sean felt his manliness begin to come alive. He looked down to see that he was completely naked. He had no recollection of removing his clothes. He wanted to move, but the room was still spinning. The alcohol he had consumed the night before was still having its full effect on his ability to focus, and think, and act. "Lydia..."Sean tried to speak, but the young brown beauty had covered his mouth with her own. Her tongue darted in quickly as she cupped his balls in her right hand. Sean could feel her hardened nipples and her large full fleshy breasts pressing into his chest as she ground her crotch harder onto his thigh. He had no strength to resist. His knees began to buckle as feelings of the pleasure he was receiving from the Latin beauty's tongue and hands increased. Lydia broke the kiss off. She took Sean by the hand and led him over to a bench on the other side of the large shower. Steam filled the room as she helped Sean sit down and lean back against the wall. She reached up above him and opened yet another showerhead, and hot water began to pour down over his head and onto his face. The warmth felt amazing to him. "We have to get you cleaned up, sir." Lydia said quietly in a very heavy Hispanic accent. "Okay." Sean said closing his eyes as the hot water flowed from above. Sean felt Lydia's hands begin to rub over him with a cloth of some kind. The smell of soap began to fill the air. Lydia leaned forward and began to place gentle kisses on Sean's head and cheek and neck. She continued to clean him and caress him and kiss him. Sean's erection was at full mast from the titillation of Lydia's caresses. She worked the cloth and soap down his body. He felt her push his legs apart as she kneeled in front of him. As her hands moved over his chest and stomach she moved her head lower onto his abdomen and sucked in the head of his purple prick that was lying taut against his stomach. Sean tilted his head back as a moan of pleasure passed his lips. The room had stopped spinning so much. The water had begun to clear the cobwebs, that and the amazing sensations he was feeling from the well skilled young Latina. With his eyes closed, Sean lifted his hands and found the back of Lydia's head. Her hair was covered in water. She began to slowly move her head up and down. His shaft disappeared behind her bee-stung lips. Each time she lowered her head, Sean raised his hips and pushed down on the Latina's head. Each time her mouth accommodated more and more of his thickening man-meat. He could feel her nose pressing into his pubic hairs at the base of his shaft. She never gargled. She never choked. She just bobbed her head up and down repeatedly and smoothly. Sean peered through the water streaming across his face. Clarity was beginning to return. The pleasure he was feeling was beginning to fight with the anger he felt to begin boiling up from deep within. Each time he saw Lydia's head move downward a memory from the hideous day before came flooding back. With each drop of her head down his prick another detail emerged. With every flick of her tongue against the underside of his mushroomed head a flash of the nightmare he had lived came rushing back. The rage returned. He stood up suddenly ripping his throbbing cock from the girl's mouth. "Get away from me!" He shouted at her climbing up on top of the bench he was seated on. Lydia shrunk back on the floor of the shower room in fear and looked up at him with a startled expression. "Get the fuck out! Right now!" Sean yelled at her. His penis was quickly deflating from the tense interaction. Lydia scrambled to her feet and hurriedly exited the shower. Sean watched as she disappeared into the steam filled bathroom. He sat back down on the bench. His head was killing him. He felt anger and rage and...hunger. He looked around and found the handles that controlled the water and figured out how to turn it all off. He exited the shower and saw a plush white towel folded up on a bench just to the right of the exit. He grabbed it and began drying off. He looked around the room, but there was no sight of Lydia. He hoped that she was ok. He was not trying to hurt her or cause her harm. She was certainly just doing whatever that crazy psycho-boss was telling her to do. Sean wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way towards the bedroom area. There was no sign of the clothes that he was wearing the day before. On the bed was laid out a pair of nice tan pants, a dark blue, button down, oxford style shirt. There was a pair of shoes, some socks, and a belt. He dressed himself in the provided attire and then made his way back into the main room of the large suite. There was a clock on the microwave in the kitchen area that said "8:42" on the digital display. Sean went and stood and looked out the window over the well-groomed landscaping below him. "Well, Sean," he said out loud to himself, "how the fuck are you going to get out of this one?" He heard a click from the door behind him. Sean turned to see Marcy enter the room. "Doctor Mallory," she began, "it's good to see you up and on two feet." "Is Lydia ok?" Sean asked with a concerned tone in his voice. "Lydia is fine. I hope she took good care of you." Marcy responded. "She did her job, but I made her leave." Sean said. "I just didn't want..." he trailed off. "Don't you worry about anything Doctor Mallory." Marcy said. "I'm sure you must be hungry. There is some breakfast prepared for you downstairs. Mr. Crowe has already eaten and is waiting for you to meet him in his office so you can begin planning for his big project." Marcy explained. "If you will, please follow me, sir." Sean did not say a word. He just followed the petite assistant out of his suite as she led him back through the large mansion to where the prepared breakfast was waiting. The smell of bacon and coffee began to fill his nostrils. They turned a final corner into a dining area where there was a large table filled with fresh fruit, bagels, bread, serving dishes filled with scrambled eggs and bacon, biscuits and gravy. He made himself a plate and sat down and began to eat. He began to remember the events of the day prior. Less than twenty-four hours ago he was eating breakfast before two of Crowe's girls started their seductive plan that led to where he was now. There was a rather large muscular black man standing to the side of the room. He looked to be a couple of inches over six feet. His head was shaved. His eyes were locked onto every move Sean made. He was wearing a black shirt that was stretched beyond its capacity against his bulging muscles. He was wearing black cargo pants with some black boots peaking out from under them. He was also wearing some type of utility belt that one might see on a police officer, but Sean could not make out whether he saw a firearm of any kind attached to it. "Doctor Mallory, I would like you to meet, Anthony." Marcy said motioning towards the hulk of a man. "Anthony will be with you at all times. It might take some getting used to, but just ignore him. He will watch out for you and make sure you don't get into any kind of trouble," Marcy explained. "You mean, to make sure I don't try and run or contact the police." Sean tried to correct her. Marcy said nothing. She just stood by as both she and Anthony watched him finish his food. When it looked like he as finishing up, Marcy stepped forward. "Right this way, Sir. Mr. Crowe is expecting you." Marcy said. Sean got up and began following her down the maze of hallways again. He looked behind to see Anthony fall in behind them about seven or eight steps away. Sean began to recognize some of his surroundings and the erotic artwork on the walls from the day priors activities. He recognized the large wooden door that quickly approached ahead of him. He could feel the anger and rage begin to build up inside. As Marcy opened the door and stood to the side, Sean stepped in around her. He saw Crowe standing with his back to them holding a phone up to his ear. He was chuckling lightly. As soon as Sean saw him he lost all control. Sean sprinted across the room in Crowe's direction. He leapt over a couch and knocked a vase of flowers to the ground. Crowe stood with his back to Sean seemingly unaware of the charging bull that was fast approaching. Sean raised his arm, his hand balled up in a fist. All of the anger and rage of being manipulated and abused were about to be unleashed on the psychopath before him. He made one final leap toward his victim. Whack! Sean fell to floor in a heap at the feet of Crowe who was calmly finishing up his call. Anthony stood over Sean's motionless body and stuck his telescopic police baton back in to his belt. Crowe turned and stepped over Sean and made his way to his desk. Anthony stood at attention by the window next to Sean's unconscious form. ********** Sean's head was killing him. He squinted his eyes open and brought his hand up to the back of his head. A huge bump was protruding from under his hair. He winced in pain as he touched it. He opened his eyes further and began to look around. He was lying on a black sofa in a glass-enclosed office. There was a metal desk in the middle of the office. The desk had only a computer monitor on it. All around outside of the office was a lab of some sort. There were workstations and various scientific equipment and machines. There were no windows that he could find and there appeared to be an elevator door to the far side of the lab opposite from where he sat in this office. The whole place was lit with fluorescent work lights. Everything looked very clean, and bright, and sterile. Dreamscape Ch. 02 He heard a ding and his attention turned towards the elevator. The doors opened and Mr. Crowe, Marcy and Anthony appeared. The trio began walking towards him. As they approached the office, Sean swung his legs off the couch into a seated upright position. The door opened with a quiet "swish" of air. Marcy approached him and held out her hand. It had three small white pills and a small glass of water in the other hand. "Take these, it will help with the headache that I'm certain you have." She said politely. Sean took the pills, put them in his mouth, and threw his head back without taking the water. "Anthony is ex special forces," Crowe stated, "he's been on my payroll for five years now. I'm sorry about that knot on your head, but he was just doing what I pay him to do...watch my back." Sean looked at the large black man standing in the doorway. His face held no emotion. The knot on the back of his head reminded him that he should not try and do anything unexpected like that again. Anthony was not to be trifled with. "Anthony, Marcy...would you please excuse Sean and I for a few moments." Crowe said to his companions. They both exited the room. Marcy walked over and seated herself at a workstation and Anthony just shut the door, but continued to stand just outside of it as to keep an eye on the two men in the office. "Sean, I really do want us to work together. I think we can make a great team! You are a brilliant scientist that has, at your fingertips, near unlimited resources to create and experiment with." Crowe paused and sat himself next to Sean on the black couch. "You can't hurt me. You can't touch me. You can't take me down. The sooner you get those thoughts and ideas out of your mind, the sooner we can get down to changing the world together." Crowe said. "Where are we?" Sean asked. "We are in a private lab four stories below the house you slept in last night. Only the staff on hand knows that it is here." Crowe answered. "It has the latest in technological advancements. It's been fitted with the fastest computers in the world. It is tied to the Humanatech network so that you have access to every piece of crucial data that you will need to accomplish the task at hand." Though Sean was angry he could not help but be impressed at the layout and the technology around him. "This is a twenty five thousand square foot piece of scientist heaven, Doctor Mallory, and it's all yours. And if there's something you need that's not here...just tell Marcy, and it will be here within twenty four hours." Crowe explained. "Sean, I know what I've done to you is less then ideal, but I had to cover my bases and ensure that you would do the work that needed to be done. I'm sincerely hopeful that one day you and I can be friends." Crowe stuck out his hand in a good-will gesture. Sean stared at his hand in silence. He began to realize that this was not going to end today or tomorrow. He knew that Crowe would destroy him if he bucked his authority and power. He saw it in his face; he heard it in the tone of his voice...victory. It was checkmate for Sean. He had no move to make that would make a difference or change the outcome. "I'm not certain we will ever be friends, Mr. Crowe." Sean said tersely not accepting Crowe's outstretched hand. "Well...I'm hopeful, Sean. I think a few months now you will see I'm not the horrible monster that you know me to be right now." Crowe said sympathetically. "So what are we doing here, Crowe?" Sean asked standing to his feet. "This is your new home Sean. There are three levels to this facility. This is the lowest level and the most secure. This is where you will work with the best lab techs and researchers my money can buy. Your genius and creativity will be unleashed inside the walls of this lab. It's here that you will create something that will FOREVER change the world as we know it." Crowe said standing to his feet next Sean. "The second level is a commons area. There's a small cafeteria there that's fully staffed to provide three meals a day, as well as a small media center, a game room, bla, bla, bla - you know, just stuff to do to get your mind off of what's happening down here. The first level is the dormitory area for everyone working on this project. You see, Sean, know one will be allowed to leave this place until we have finished what we've started. There are enough small apartments to house up to forty-eight people, plus a rather large four-thousand square foot bachelor pad for you." Crowe said slapping Sean on the back. "So I'm a prisoner here? I can't leave?" Sean asked. "Don't think of it like that Sean," Crowe said, "just think of it has home and this is your new job." "A job I wasn't looking for." Sean quipped back. "You will have need of nothing in this place Sean. Everything you could want or desire will be given to you. You won't need money down here, but when we are finished, and you deliver to me what I know you are capable of making...well, you can name a number and it will be in your bank account within the hour. You will never have to worry about money for the rest of your life." Crowe said enthusiastically. Sean's will was broken. He knew that if he was going to get out of this and exact the revenge he desperately sought that it would come further down the road. He could either fight this and continue to live with knots on the back of his head, or he could give in to Crowe's demands for now and make his life that much easier until the day of reckoning presented itself. Sean had made his decision. "So tell me about this drug you want me to make for you." Sean said. "That's my boy!" Crowe said enthusiastically. Crowe motioned at Marcy through the glass and she hurried into the office. She was carrying a pad of paper and a pen. She handed it to Sean and then seated herself on the couch. "Sean, dreams are what motivate people. Dreams are what drive people forward. Everyone has a dream of one day doing something that they aren't doing right now - being independently wealthy, fucking their favorite porn star, jumping out of an airplane, flying a rocket to the moon...who knows? But they fascinate us and control our basic impulses to strive forward and create and pursue a reality that currently doesn't exist." Crowe continued on, "I have a dream too Sean, it's a dream that would allow me the ability to control my dreams. The ability to mold and shape my dreams as I see fit; I could make myself anyone I wanted to be. I could live a thousand different lives. I could experience a thousand different lovers. I could make a billion dollars a thousand different ways...and I could do it anytime I wanted. Why live in this world when I can create my dream world exactly as I see fit." Crowe finished. "So it's an escape drug?" Sean asked, "Escaping from the real reality into a dream." "Yes, exactly, it's a...dreamscape." Crowe said. "I'm not a dream expert, Mr. Crowe." Sean explained. "You don't have to be, I'll bring them to you. I need you to work with the nano-tech that we have already created and find a way to use it to enhance the mental abilities of a person that would allow them this unique skill to create a virtual reality inside their own mind." Crowe answered. "Sean," Crowe said in a focused and serious tone, "there are no rules and regulations down here, there is no FDA to report to, there is no government oversight committee...it's just you and the resources I give to you. Get this job done. I don't care what it costs, you have to make it happen." "I'm going to need some things." Sean replied. "Whatever you need, it's yours." Crowe said. "I'll start making a list and get it to Marcy right away." Sean said. Crowe moved forward suddenly and embraced Sean. Sean stood there awkwardly. Crowe moved his mouth to Sean's ear and whispered into it, "We are going to make history together!" and then he released him and turned to exit. "Marcy will get you a tag that will allow you to move freely about within these three lower levels. I hope that you will join me for dinner tonight before you get off to work tomorrow." Crowe said. "Sure, why not." Sean answered rather nonchalantly. With that Crowe turned with Anthony and made their way to the elevator. Marcy moved forward from the couch and produced a large syringe type instrument. She grabbed his right arm and put the syringe like instrument on his right forearm. He felt a sharp sting, and yanked his arm back. "What the fuck was that?" Sean asked incredulously. "I just inserted your tag Doctor Mallory," the petite assistant explained, "it has the latest RFID technology built into it. You don't need to swipe anything or unlock anything. As you near a door or elevator or anything you might need access to, the sensors will recognize you and unlock and open the doors for you. It will also allow us to track your movements should we ever need to locate you. Sean laughed, "Where else would I be Marcy?" he asked motioning around his new home. "I need a few things, Marcy" Sean replied. "Not a problem, Doctor." She handed him the pad of paper and pen that she brought in with her. "Why don't you spend some time writing it all down? When you are finished you can make your way up to the other two levels and get a lay of the land. I'll send someone for you at six o'clock for dinner." "Okay." Sean answered. Marcy turned and walked out of the office and Anthony followed her to the elvevator. Sean sat down behind his desk and began writing. ********** Sean put down his pencil and began looking over his list. It was three pages long. He figured that he would take advantage of the situation and exact some revenge on Crowe by spending as much of his money as he could. Most of the stuff on here would be meaningless to the average layperson, but to someone who holds a doctorate in molecular biology it would produce quite the intellectual erection. Microscopes of various powers, milli-Q water system, dry ice, liquid nitrogen, floor centrifuges, Cell Sorter, GenePix Microarray, Pulse Field Generator, Sonicator, Nanodrop...the thing that he needed most though could not be bought. It would have to be built, and he needed the right person to build it. Sean's plan was beginning to take shape in his mind. He would have to help build this drug, but he would do it while working a separate side project that he hoped would bring him to the point where he could pay back Crowe for all of the abuse and extortion he was currently living through. To do that he would need at least one person in this lab that he could trust. At the top of Sean's list was a name: Doctor Samantha Prescott. They had done their undergraduate work together at Stanford. He was quite jealous of her back then. She was at the top of the class and it never appeared that she had to work very hard to get there. Sean had a love/hate relationship with Samantha. She was the beautiful nerd that was smarter than everyone around her. He loved being around her. He loved spending time in labs together working on projects and odd experiments. He made advances toward her time after time, but they were always rebuffed. She only had a passion for one thing. Science. Boys, and fun, and pleasure were not even on her radar. Samantha was the worlds leading expert on artificial intelligence, and for Sean's plan to come to fruition he would need Samantha's skills to help bring it about. Part of him feared bringing her into something like this, but his personal need to survive and escape over rid the anxiety he felt about possibly ruining someone else's life along with his. He ripped out the pages from the notebook, folded them up and put them in his pocket. He stood and left the office and headed across the large lab. As he approached the elevator the doors opened automatically for him. He entered. "Welcome, Doctor Mallory." Said a calming digital voice from the elevator speaker. There were four buttons. They were numbered one through four, with labels next to each one. The button that had number one on it was labeled SECURITY and it had a lock on it that someone would need a key to be able to access that floor. The second button was labeled RESIDENTIAL. Sean figured that was where all of the rooms for the staff were. The third button was labeled COMMONS and the fourth button was labeled LAB. Sean reached out and pressed the second button. The elevator sprang to life and he felt a small lurch as it began rising upward. He heard a chime as it passed the third floor, and another chime as he reached the second floor. The doors opened into a small receiving area. He could hear water running and splashing. The small waiting area looked very much like the small area that you see in hotels, as you would exit out onto your floor. There was some more erotic artwork hung on the walls. There was a planter box with some green plants in them. As he stepped out into the small waiting area he looked to the left and saw a wall that had a water feature built into it. Water was running down a stone-faced structure into a small pond. He took three steps over to it and looked down to see several koi fish swimming about. The floors were carpeted and clean. Everything smelled new. The same attention to detail that Sean noticed in Crowe's mansion above ground was not lost here in the underground. Everything looked, and felt, and smelt very rich. He turned back to the right where the small waiting area met a hallway that went off to the right and left in either direction. He approached the hallway, and centered on the wall in front of him was a diagram with an overview of how this floor was laid out. The residential floor was formed in the shape of the letter "U". There were residential units attached to either side of the hallway all the way down on each side. It looked like there were about 4 units on each side of the hallway going off in each direction. Sean did the math in his head and counted sixteen units total on the bottom part of the "U". Each vertical leg of the "U" was equal in length with the same number of units for an additional thirty-two units. At the end of the right vertical leg there was a large rectangle square attached to the top of the vertical leg. He assumed that this was his apartment. He turned to his right and made his way down the hallway. He took him about fifty steps to reach the end where there was a ninety-degree turn to the left. Another fifty steps and he approached a door that had a nametag attached to the front of the door. As he got within three feet of the door a green light lit up on the door handle and he heard something unlatch. He reached out his hand and pushed the door handle down and he opened the door. He walked into what appeared to be a near identical replication of the guest suite that he had stayed in the night before. Everything looked exactly the same. The wall on the far side of the room where the windows would have been was covered in a large video wall. As he walked into his suite, the lights began to turn up autonomously. The video wall came to life and a live image of the manicured grounds appeared on the screen. He knew it was a video, but it appeared so real and life like. It was so clear and vibrant. Everything in the room was exactly as the suite was. The bar full of alcohol, the kitchen area, the baby grand piano, it was all exactly as it was in the mansion. The lighting in the room was such that it appeared to be natural light. It did not have the sterile fluorescent lights from the lab. It felt like there was sunlight coming into the room. He made his way to the bedroom. The large king-size four-poster bed was just as it had been. He walked over to the closet door and opened it. There was a giant walk-in closet that was completely full of clothes, suits, ties, and shoes. He walked back out into the room. He heard a knock at his door. He made his way to the entrance and opened the door. Lydia stood before him, the young Latina beauty from the shower earlier this morning. A grey maids outfit hung tightly on her slender frame accenting her very large chest. "Good morning, Señor. Mr. Crowe has asked me to personally see to your room, your cooking, your cleaning and anything else you should require of me." Said the brown skinned beauty in a thick Hispanic accent, being careful not to make any eye contact. Sean opened the door to let her enter. She came in and stood just inside the door. There was an awkward moment of silence as Sean contemplated his next words. "Lydia..."Sean said and then paused even longer, "I want to apologize to you for what happened earlier today." He put his hand on the small of her back and led her to the seating area in front of them. He had her sit and then he moved to the couch on the opposite side of her. The young Latina sat with her head down and eyes locked onto the floor below her. Her body language screamed fear and anxiety. She was tensed from head to toe. "Lydia, look at me." Sean said gently. She slowly lifted her gaze until their eyes met. Sean was taken back by how beautiful her face was. He had no remembrance of her beauty from the scene in the steam filled shower earlier. Her round dark chocolate brown eyes framed and cased by long black eyelashes. Her slim nose that drew ones eyes down to her pouty bee-stung lips. Her high cheekbones contrasted against her sharp, strong, yet feminine jaw line. Her long black hair flowed down around each of her shoulders. He estimated her to be around twenty-one years old. "Lydia, I don't know what you've been told to do or how to act towards me, but I want you to know that when you are here in my residence...it is only my rules that apply. Do you understand me?" Sean asked. She nodded in the affirmative. "How old are you?" Sean asked. "Twenty-two." Lydia responded. "How is it you came to be employed by Mr. Crowe?" Sean pried further. There was no response. "Lydia, it's okay." Sean said trying to coax the young woman to open up. She began to speak quietly and hesitantly. "I started working for him three years ago. I met him in a strip club in Rio de Janeiro. I was dancing for him and a group of his friends. He went to the owner of the club and bought me from him." She answered. "Wait...what?" Sean said in shocked voice. "He bought you?" Sean questioned. "I was sold to the owner of the club when I was seventeen years old by my pimp. My mother sold me to the pimp when I was fourteen. I had outlived my usefulness to him. All of his clients preferred the younger girls. The strip club was one of the more respected establishments in Rio, but it was a private club. You could only come in if you were invited. I had danced and serviced Mr. Crowe several months before he came back and bought me." Lydia explained. "Your English is very good, where did you learn to speak so well?" Sean asked. "My pimps clients were upper class business men. He thought all of his girls should be able to talk to them and have a decent conversation. When we were not on a job he would hire a private tutor to come in and teach all of the girls how to speak, and read, and write." Lydia answered. "So...Mr. Crowe...what? He owns you?" Sean asked, "You are his personal slave or something?" "Yes, I belong to him." Lydia said sadly, "He takes good care of me, and I do anything he asks of me." Lydia responded. "Christ, Lydia, do you know how fucked up that is?" Sean asked. "Do you want to be here Lydia? I mean, living here, being owned by him?" Sean asked. "I want more than anything to be free, but I cannot leave. I'm not allowed out of the mansion. I learned long ago that if you just do what is asked of you without complaining or fighting...then men like Mr. Crowe will protect you and take care of you." Lydia answered. Dreamscape Ch. 02 "Yeah, but what happens when you've outgrown your usefulness to him? What happens if he gets tired of you?" Sean asked. "It's my job to make sure that he doesn't get tired of me." Lydia said. Sean tried a new line of questioning. "So he told you to come down here and work for me? He told you to come down here and 'service me' didn't he?" Sean asked. "He didn't have to tell me what to do, sir. I know what my job is. It's all I've done my entire life...make men happy." Lydia said feigning a smile behind her sad eyes. "Lydia, do you want to be free?" Sean asked. "If I could show you how you could be free from Mr. Crowe, would you want to know?" Sean asked, leaning forward on his knees. She nodded enthusiastically. "I'm going to make Mr. Crowe pay for what he's done to me and now what I know he's done to you. Help me do that!" Sean said eagerly. "What do you mean help you?" Lydia said. "I mean, tell me everything you can about who he is, what he likes, what makes him mad, what turns him on, tell me everything you know about Mr. Crowe. Then, give me your loyalty, report to him and tell him whatever it is that you need to say to convince him that I'm staying the course down here in the lab." Sean said excitedly. "You mean, like a spy, but working for you instead of Mr. Crowe, because that's what he sent me down here to do." Lydia said. "Yes, but with one big difference. You would be choosing to work with me. I would not own you. You are not a piece of property, Lydia. You are a beautiful young woman that deserves to have the chance to live your life the way you WANT to live your life." Sean continued. "You would be choosing, of your own free will, to seek and find freedom from his clutches." "But what happens if you fail? What happens to me if this doesn't work? What if he finds out?" Lydia said fearfully as her eyes began welling up with tears. "Lydia, you only get a few chances in life to make decisions that will change the trajectory of your future. This right here...this is one of those moments. Right now, Mr. Crowe is sitting up there thinking that he owns both of us. He thinks that he has us in the palm of his hand to do with however he so chooses, but he's wrong! He's picked the wrong nerd to fuck with! Help me Lydia, I will help you get free from this man." Sean urged, pounding his fist on the coffee table in front of him. "I don't know if I can." Lydia said fighting back tears. "He would kill me!" Sean knew she was not speaking figuratively. He knew that Crowe was willing to go to whatever lengths were needed to protect himself and his plan. "What's worse, Lydia, dying while fighting for your freedom or never really living at all?" Sean pleaded with her. "I know you're scared. I am too." Sean said quietly, "But I'm not going to just sit back and take it. I'm going to fight and I'm going to win." Lydia believed him. She saw his determination and his will to exact revenge and free himself. "Okay...I'll help you. You have me!" Lydia said, as tears began streaming down her face and a hope filled smile cracked her lips for the first time in years. Sean moved quickly next to her and put his arm around her. He drew her close to his side and she rested her head on his shoulder. "It's going to be okay, Lydia. It's going to be okay." Sean said repeatedly as the young woman cried into his shoulder. ********** Loud thunderous hard rock music was blaring out from the loud-speakers overhead. The room was dark except for some black lights lighting up a small stage in front of him. Phineas Crowe sat in a lazy boy recliner naked from the waist down. There were two naked girls in massive stripper heels writhing around on two poles no more than eight feet away from him. There was another young blonde woman kneeling beside him. She too was naked, save for the collar around her neck and a leash attached to it. The other end of the leash was lying across the arm of the chair. The two girls left the respective poles they were dancing on and met in the middle of the stage. They approached the front of the stage area where Phineas was seated. Then they turned towards each other and began to kiss and rub their hands up and down their young flawless bodies. One of the girls was of Asian descent and the other looked to be of Middle Eastern origins. The darker skinned girl towered over the petite little Asian beauty. As the girls met, Phineas grabbed the leash and gave it a sharp tug. The young woman kneeling beside him nearly fell over at the rough tug on her collar. She recovered her kneeling position and sat up a bit, and she moved her hand over the arm of the recliner and began massaging Crowe's growing erection. Crowe did not move or show any emotion. He just sat silently and watched. The Middle Eastern woman laid the young Asian down on the stage and then knelt between her legs. She threw her hair to one side and then dove in face first towards the smooth shaven nether regions of her pale skinned friend. The Asian girl arched her back in pleasure pushing her small pointy tits straight up in the air. Her nipples poked out hard and taut like small little pink erasers. The smell of sex filled the air. The Asian girl grabbed the back of the dark skinned beauty's head and pulled it down to meet the upward thrusting of her hips. Phineas yanked on the collar again. This time so forcefully that it nearly pulled the kneeling woman into his lap. On cue she leaned over and took Crowe's still semi-erect cock into her mouth. Her freed up hands moved to his crotch and began massaging and gently rolling his balls in her hand. His cock grew a little harder. He welcomed the warm sensation as the erotic show in front of him grew in intensity. After a few moments of watching the Asian have her pussy eaten out, Crowe reached over to a small table on the other side of his recliner. His hands fumbled around a bit until he found what he was looking for. From the darkness he forcefully threw a large twelve-inch black dildo at the girls on the stage. It landed with a hard thud across the Asian girls tits. She screamed out in pain as a large whelp appeared from the crushing blow. The shriek caused the dark skinned girl to raise her head. She caught sight of the massive phallic toy and knew exactly what was expected of her. She grabbed the dildo and began to run it down the Asian girls torso. She slid it back and forth, and up and down her moist pink slit. She began to lightly tap the head of the dildo against her hardened and budding clit. Phineas' cock began to twitch. The Asian girl screamed again, but this was a moan of pleasure. Phineas placed his hand on the back of the girl's head that was blowing his cock. He mashed down hard until her nose rested at the base of his dick. She began to gag and try and escape and he held her down. As she began to jerk and convulse, he grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her head up violently. She let out a gasp and coughed trying to fill her oxygen deprived lungs. With tears streaming down her face Phineas rammed her head back down until she bottomed out again. His now fully erect dick pushed against the back of her throat. She struggled again. He repeated this action again and again, lengthening the time she was forced to have her throat impaled on his raging hard-on. Gagging and moaning she fought against the hand holding her impaled head. Each time, just before he saw the girl was going to pass out Crowe would yank her head back up, let her catch a short breath to recover, and then impale her face once again. "Make me cum, you filthy cum dumps!" Crowe hissed at all three girls, as he continued to chase his orgasm. All he wanted was release. The physical sensation that he so enjoyed began to become numb nothingness. His anger increased. The dark skinned girl positioned the head of the large black dildo against the wet pink lips of the little Asian girl. She slowly began to ease it in. The little Asian girl lifted her hips to meet the large plastic cock. The dark skinned girl started circling the Asian girl's clit with her free thumb. Phineas continued to ram the young girls head up and down on his cock. He was growing frustrated as he clamored for release. He had spent his life fucking anything he wanted as often as he wanted and it took more and more effort and greater stimulation every time to reach climax. The forced blowjob was not working as intended. He watched as the dark skinned girl began reaming the petite Asian pussy with the oversized black dildo. Twisting and turning it with each plunge forward. The little Asian girl was writhing around on the stage, bucking her hips with each plunge of the massive pseudo cock into her slippery little cunt. The dark skinned girl increased the pressure on her clit with her thumb. Phineas stood to his feet pushing the collared girl to the floor. She collapsed in a heap. She was sobbing and gasping for her breath. He climbed onto the stage and took the dark skinned girl by her hair. "Fuck her harder, you stupid bitch!" Phineas growled as she cut her eyes up at him in fear. Crowe grabbed his dick, that was beginning to shrink, and began slapping the dark skinned girl in the face as hard as he could with it. She shrieked with each slap across her cheeks. His dick began to grow again. He let go of her hair while he furiously pumped his prick. He reached down with his free hand and grabbed a nipple and twisted it as hard as he could. He pulled up with such force it temporarily pulled her away from dildo fucking her Asian partner. The girl screamed out in pain. "Don't stop fucking her!" He growled, slapping her across the face with his dick, yet again. She took her fury out on the little Asian's pussy. She forcefully began ramming the twelve-inch black dildo in and out as fast and as hard as she could. The Asian moaned and yelled as a massive orgasm racked her body. Crowe pushed the dark skinned girl's head back down to the Asian's crotch. "Eat her dirty snatch, you filthy little twat!" Crowe ordered. With the dark skinned girl on her knees lapping up the juices from the Asian girls orgasm, Crowe centered himself behind her round ass that was sticking up in the air. Without hesitation and without warning he plunged his cock, balls deep into the dark skinned girls glistening wet sheath. His balls slapped up and under, landing squarely against her clit. She yelped in painful pleasure. Crowe grabbed her hips and began pounding away as hard as he could, but he could feel nothing. There was no sensation, only anger. The sound of his crotch slapping against her ass and the moans of both the Asian girl and the dark skinned woman mixed with the deafening hard rock music blaring in the room. He pumped harder, and began slapping her ass with every stroke. He pumped and slapped, and slapped and pumped. Even under her dark skin, a bright red hand imprint was beginning to appear. The Asian girl came again from the tongue-lashing she was receiving, and the dark skinned beauty nearly collapsed as her own body gave into its own powerful orgasm. Crowe, angrily frustrated at seeing and hearing these girls come, shoved the dark skinned girl to the ground and stood up. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" He yelled, and swiftly kicked the dark skinned girl right in the ribs. She fell over in the fetal position, screaming and grabbing her side in pain. The Asian girl went to her and held her while looking up at Crowe in complete and utter terror. He continued to jack off at a furious pace standing over both of them. He finally felt something. But it was more pain. He looked down at his hand to see blood beginning to appear. He let go of his cock and in disbelief saw the damage he had done. He couldn't feel anything. There was no sensation, and with every stroke the friction had rubbed him raw. Pieces of torn skin hung loose off of his quickly fading erection. Blood was oozing from the blistered areas he had created in search of ejaculation. "Get out of here!" he yelled at all of the girls, "Get the fuck out! Now!" The girl with the collar scampered up on to the stage and helped the little Asian girl assist the dark skinned woman off the stage and out of the room. Crowe fell to his knees. He lifted his head to the sky and screamed a guttural moan full of anger and desperation until there was no air left in his lungs...and then he wept as the music played on. ********** "So let me get this straight," Sean said looking at Lydia bewildered, "there are more than twenty girls in that mansion upstairs?" "Yes sir." Lydia said sadly. "And he bought them all...overseas?" Sean continued. "I'm not certain of where they were all purchased, but they are all foreigners." Lydia responded. "That sick fuck!" Sean said in horror. "I hated that man for what he did to me, and now I don't want to just get revenge...I want justice. Justice for you and justice for every one of those girls up there." Sean said. "Sir," Lydia started to say. "Don't call me sir, Lydia." Sean said taking her face gently with both of his hands, "My name is Sean, and unless we are around anyone else...you will call me Sean, do you understand?" Sean said quietly. "Okay, Sean." Lydia said with a hint of a smile gracing her large bee-stung lips. "So what's are next move. What do you want me to do?" She asked in her think Hispanic accent. "Whom are you supposed to be reporting to up there?" Sean asked. "Miss Marcy." Lydia answered "Okay, then go back up there and tell Marcy that I was rude and forcefully made you to leave. Tell her that you don't want to come back down here ever again and that you are scared of me." Sean instructed. "But..."Lydia began. "Don't worry about the details just yet, Lydia. I need them to think that you and I are not getting along for the moment." Sean explained. "Okay, if you say so" the beautiful young Latina responded. Sean helped her gather her things and saw her to the door. "Lydia, I'm going to get you and all of those girls out of here. Just follow my instructions and everything will be ok. Okay?" Sean said as she stepped out into the hallway. "Okay Sean, I trust you." Lydia said. As he turned to go back into his apartment, Lydia grabbed his arm and spun him around. Her lips found his and she pressed them tightly against them for a brief second. Sean's eyes opened wide in surprise. She pulled away. "Thank you Sean." She said as her eyes began to water. Then she turned on her heels and sauntered off down the long hallway. Sean's determination to exact his revenge grew exponentially with every step Lydia took back into the lion's den. His plan was becoming clearer as a joyful anticipation began to replace his angst. It would take time, and money, and deceit...but it could be done. He almost sprinted to the bathroom to get ready for his dinner where he would be revealing all he needed to set his trap. Dreamscape Ch. 03 6:30pm Sean Mallory had a bounce in his step as he made his way towards the elevator. With Lydia's loyalty, he now had eyes and ears upstairs that could help him, hopefully, stay one or two steps ahead of his sadistic boss. He turned the corner into the small receiving area where the elevators were located. Anthony's unexpected massive frame made him jump back slightly. His hand went to the back of his head involuntarily. The large bump was still present and still very sore. Without acknowledging Sean's presence, Anthony called for the elevator and looked straight ahead at the wall in front of him. "Good evening, Anthony," Sean said, "How's the weather up there?" No response. "I'm starving. I can't wait to eat." Sean said rubbing his stomach. "I hope they have something good ready." No response. The door chimed and opened. Anthony turned to the side to give Sean room to enter the small compartment. He did and Anthony followed in behind him. The doors began to close. "Good evening, Doctor Mallory." The digital voice from the elevator said. Anthony produced a small key and inserted it into the lock next to the first button that was labeled SECURITY. He turned the lock, pressed the button, and the elevator lurched upward toward the first floor. Moments later, the elevator doors opened to reveal a very similar, small receiving area, just like the ones that made up the lower levels of the massive underground complex. The only difference between the two was that another set of elevator doors was occupying the wall on the other side of the small room. Anthony exited first and walked directly to the other elevators and pushed the button calling for it. Sean exited, cautiously, behind him. He looked around to investigate this floor that was off limits to him. There was really nothing to see. The room had a set of elevators on either side. The wall to the left was bare and to the right it dead-ended into a "T" where a hallway went off in opposite directions just like the floor where his apartment was located. The elevator chimed, signaling its arrival. The doors opened and Anthony stood to the side to allow Sean to enter. Anthony followed in behind him. There was no voice that welcomed the doctor into this elevator. There were five buttons in this elevator. The first button read "Third Floor". The Second button read "Second Floor". The third button from the top read "Main Floor". The fourth button down read "Parking/Basement", and the fifth button read "Security", which is where he assumed they were currently. There was no lock denying access to any of these levels. Anthony pushed the third button from the top that read "Main Floor". Moments later the door opened. Crowes petite personal assistant, Marcy, stood ready to greet them. "Good evening, Doctor Mallory." She said in her quaint British accent, smiling pleasantly at the odd pairing of men. "Good evening, Marcy." Sean responded with a smile of his own. "Dinner is prepared and ready, I hope you are hungry, Doctor Mallory." Marcy said leading the way through the winding halls of the large mansion. "I'm starving." Sean said with anticipation of the dinner and conversation to come. Sean followed Marcy through the house until they came to a large dining room. There was an enormous formal dining room that Sean estimated to be about twenty feet in length. There was a beautiful flowery centerpiece in the middle of the table. Large wing backed leather chairs surrounded the table, but there were only two place settings. One was at the head of the table, and the other was in the seat directly to the left of that chair. Marcy showed Sean to the seat at the head of the table and pulled it out slightly so he could sit. Anthony stood silently in the corner of the room about fifteen feet away. A beautiful young woman appeared at Sean's side. She was dressed like a waitress would be at a high class, five star restaurant. Black heels covered feet that were covered in sheer black leggings. Her legs disappeared under a short black skirt. A tight white shirt was tucked into her skirt and the top three buttons were undone to expose a generous amount of cleavage that a push up bra was creating from her B-Cup size chest. Her long platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail that hung to the middle of her back. "Excusez-moi!" She said in a delightful French accent. She produced a large white napkin, fluffing it in the air and then leaned forward to place it in Sean's lap. Sean was briefly distracted by the generous cleavage that his eyes were now mere inches away from. She smelled sensational. Her chest fell forward as she leaned in further, nearly allowing an unobstructed view to the bountiful bosom before him. "Thank you!" Sean said as the young woman stood and moved toward a serving tray that had a large pitcher of ice water on it. She retrieved the pitcher and returned and began pouring a large glass of water at Sean's place setting. As she was setting the glass down in front of him Sean heard a voice from behind him. "Pour me a glass, too, Marie," said Crowe as he approached the table. Marcy met him at his chair and pulled it out as she had done for Sean. Crowe seated himself. As Marie began to pour his glass of water Sean saw Crowe's hand slip up under her short black skirt. The young woman jumped slightly at his touch, but never tried to move or resist. After pouring the glass of water she set it down in front of Mr. Crowe. She then produced another larger white napkin, fluffed it and bent over to place it Crowe's lap. As she bent over Sean heard a small moan escape her lips as Crowe's arm could be seen moving slowly underneath the woman's black skirt. Crowe looked at her ample cleavage and then looked at Sean and gave him a wink. Sean slightly nodded his head in acknowledgement, and managed to smile an awkward smile. He was still very uncomfortable with the amount of public lewdness that was taking place around him. Marie stood, but didn't leave. Her eyes were closed, she was biting her bottom lip, and one hand gripped the table to steady her. She began to spread her legs slightly to give Crowe more access. Sean could now hear the slurping of her juices from Crowes hand molesting the young French woman's sex. Crowe turned to Sean, "All of my girls know not to wear panties, it just makes for easier access whenever I need it." The girl's legs began to buckle slightly. "Marie has been with me for almost a year now. She's quite the looker, huh, Sean?" Crowe asked. "She's very beautiful." Sean said. Crowe's arm moved more rapidly and the young woman struggled to stand. The sound of his hand meeting her wetness under that black skirt was a very uncomfortable, yet erotic sound. Sean felt his manhood stir in his pants. The woman's moans became louder as Crowe's pace increased. His arm was moving with such force that he was now nearly lifting the girl off the ground with each motion upward into her. Her chest was bouncing slightly and her hardened nipples were now visible through the white shirt. After another moment or two, Marie's orgasm shook her whole body, and she released a loud moan. Crowe grabbed her with his free arm to keep her from falling to the ground. Marie's breathing began to return to normal and Crowe helped her stand back upright. He withdrew his hand to reveal Marie's juices had coated two of his fingers. He held them up to her and she took them in her mouth. She looked at Sean as she seductively sucked off all of her juices from Crowe's fingers. "Thank you Marie, that will be all for now." Crowe said. She turned and left the room. Sean sat in stunned silence, and he adjusted how he was sitting to accommodate the erection in his pants. He had never seen anything like that happen before in his life. "Orgasms are such a beautiful thing, Sean, wouldn't you agree?" Crowe asked his dinner companion. "Yes...I've never seen anything like that," Sean said, "But why would she just let you do that to her in front of everyone?" "Sean, everyone who works for me...belongs to me." Crowe began to explain. "They are not my employees. They are my possessions." Sean's eyes nearly bulged out of his head, "With all due respect, you can't own people." Sean said. "Sean, I know in your world, this doesn't make sense, but in the circles I traffic in, this is just a part of life. When you have all the money in the world, the only thing left to pursue is power and control. Your passions and motivations all change and move from making another dollar to acquiring the greatest form of wealth...people." Crowe explained further. "But this is just slavery." Sean said angrily, "Where did you get all of these girls?" Sean asked incredulously. "From all over the world," Crowe said nonchalantly. "I have girls from every continent on the country. They live here to please me and serve me. I provide them a life unlike any they could ever have outside the walls of this mansion." "They could be free outside of this mansion. They could be humans, outside of this mansion." Sean retorted in an agitated tone. "You are such an idealist, Sean." Crowe said laughing. "Would you like for Marie to come back? Want to give it a try?" Sean shook his head, "No sir. If I'm going to be intimate with a girl, it's going to be because we both want it to happen, not because she's commanded to or expected to." Crowe laughed again, "I bet you change your mind, Sean. Power is addictive. The more you have, the more you want. The more you want, the more you give yourself to finding ways to get more power and feed your addiction." "That's why I'm here, isn't it?" Sean asked. "To feed your addiction?" "Yup! Exactly right, my boy!" Crowe said. Crowe continued, "Sean, these girls didn't have a life before they started working for me. They worked for pimps or madams in some of the most unsafe and dirtiest parts of the world. I purchased them, I redeemed them from their miserable life and surroundings and I've given them access to everything I have at my disposal." "You can try and justify it however you want, but it's slavery. They have to do whatever you want them to do, when you want them to do it. What happens to them if they refuse? What happens to them when you get tired of them?" Sean asked. Two more girls appeared with silver covered dishes. They set their dishes down in a choreographed routine, removed the covers and then left. A beautiful thick steak sat on his plate. There were some mixed vegetables and heaping portion of mashed potatoes. Everything looked and smelled delicious. "Dinner is served, my friend!" Crowe said. They both picked up their utensils and began to eat. Crowe ignored Sean's question. "Sean, I hope you have compiled a list of things that you are going to need. I was reminded again this afternoon how badly I need you to succeed." Crowe said as he stuffed his mouth full of tender steak. "Yes, I have." Sean said as he produced the folded up paper from his pocket. Sean unfolded the three pages and handed it to Crowe. "Wow! That's quite a list." Crowe said laughing, as he began to glance through each page. He went back to the first page and studied it a little more carefully. He paused and a concerned look appeared across his handsome face. "Sean, I told you that I would provide the people for you. This is a very special and private project. I cannot afford to have people here that I do not currently have a controlling interest in their life." Crowe said. "Who is Doctor Samantha Prescott, Sean?" "If I'm going to be successful at this...then I need her. It's non-negotiable!" Sean said in a matter of fact tone of voice. Crowe grinned; "Non-negotiable?" he said raising an eyebrow. "I didn't know this was a negotiation Sean." Sean fidgeted in his seat. He knew that Crowe could tell him no and still force him to work this out without Samantha, but he had to try. "Mr. Crowe, Samantha Prescott is the world's leading expert in artificial intelligence. I need her expertise on this project to help me build the code needed for the nano-tech to be able to accurately translate a person's thoughts into a believable virtual experience. No one else on this planet has the ability to teach technology to adapt and read a persons thoughts and then extrapolate those thoughts out to produce the kind of experience you are seeking." Sean said enthusiastically. He continued, "Think about this, I can get the nano-tech to adapt to a persons DNA and bind itself to it's host to the benefit of both the recipient and the tech, but actually programming the tech to operate in a way that is not only functional, but in the best interests of the human host is beyond my reach or understanding. Samantha Prescott would put us months...no...years ahead of being able to figure this out on our own." Sean sensed Crowe was close to agreeing. "If you want this sooner rather than later, if you really need this drug as badly as you say, then I need you to convince Samantha Prescott to be here and work with me on this." Sean explained, playing to the sense of urgency he felt was Crowe's biggest weakness. Crowe felt the raw wound in his crotch as Sean explained why he needed this woman here. Anger and sadness mixed together as he recalled the afternoon's events that were becoming all the more frequent. "Okay, Sean. If that's what you need, then that's what you get, but are you really okay with her being here. Once she's here, she cannot leave. You know from experience how ruthless I can be. Do really want to subject this woman to that?" Crowe asked. Sean was saddened at the thought of what this would mean for her. It was a sobering reminder of how dark the situation in which he found himself was. Sean sat in silence for a few moments. "I need her here." Sean said quietly and quickly. Crowe laughed. "I'm beginning to rub off on you already." Crowe said reaching over to pat Sean on the shoulder. "Very well, I'll have her here in two days time." Crowe said, "She's all yours!" "You can have her here that fast?" Sean asked. "Sean, it's been less than two days since you arrived. Think of all that has happened in two days time. I'm one of the richest and most powerful men in the world." Crowe said arrogantly. Crowe held the papers up, and Marcy approached and took them from his hand. "Marcy, see to it that everything that's on this list is in Doctor Mallory's lab by the end of the week." Crowe said shortly. The two men barely spoke for the rest of the meal. Sean was wrestling with the voices in his head. Sean remembered the feeling he had when he received that phone call not two days ago. He recalled how excited he was to learn that a billionaire wanted to meet with him. How was what he was doing now any different then what Crowe had done to him? He may not be carrying out the plan and personally ruining her life, but he made the decision that would set that plan into motion. He felt guilt begin to creep into his soul as he thought about Samantha, and how she would soon find herself in the same situation he was in. It sickened him to think about what she was about to experience, how her entire life and the world she had come to know and love would be ripped away from her, but his own personal need for survival over rid his instinct to keep her out of this dark and twisted world. He would help her. He would console her. He would be there for her when she arrived and help her deal with the painful emotions that were sure to follow. He would help bring her back and focus her hate and anger on helping him complete his plan for revenge. ********** March 2, 2014 - 7:00am, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Samantha Prescott was finishing up getting dressed. She smoothed down her tan pencil skirt. She looked over her five foot seven inch frame in the mirror. The three-inch heels made her look impressively taller. The thirty-five year old auburn haired woman examined her face closely. She was petrified of growing older. The intense cleansing and moisturizing cream regimen she had followed since she was a teenager was still paying off. She looked like a woman ten years younger. She applied some mascara to her long lashes that framed her bright green eyes. She brushed through her long auburn hair to make sure it was straight and in place. She began buttoning up the white shirt around her perky and full C-cup breasts. A few more moments of touching up here and there and she was ready to go. She grabbed her purse and her computer bag and headed out of the hotel room. She was on her way to give the opening talk to the AI-NOW conference at Carnegie Mellon University. She did not like doing these kinds of things. Public speaking made her extremely anxious and uncomfortable. She was much more at home behind a computer screen then in front of a microphone and a crowd of people. However, she could not pass up the twenty thousand dollar engagement fee. Talk for twenty minutes about the future of artificial intelligence and walk away twenty thousand dollars richer. She would put up with the uncomfortable anxiety for that kind of payday. Her heels clicked on the concrete parking garage as she made her way to her rental car. "Samantha Prescott?" said a man's voice from behind her as she was opening her car door. Samantha turned to see a man that she thought she recognized walking towards her. He was well dressed, in a suit and tie, and was carrying a satchel of some sort over his shoulder. Samantha's instincts told her to just get in the car and get out of there, but she hesitated. There was a familiarity about this man. "Do I know you?" Samantha asked the approaching gentleman. Sensing that Samantha was being cautious the man stopped about twenty feet away from where her car was. "Frank Graham," he said, "From MIT?" he said trying to ring a bell with her. A calming assurance rushed through Samantha's face. She shut the car door and turned to walk towards her old friend. "Oh my God! Frank?" she asked, "Look at you! You look amazing!" She said. "Thanks, since the last time I saw you I've really changed." Frank said to Samantha. "It's been like eight years or something, right?" Samantha asked. "Seven." Frank corrected her. "What happened to you?" Samantha said enthusiastically. "Well, after we finished our work at MIT, my girlfriend broke up with me. I was devastated. She said that she just wasn't attracted to me any longer. I knew I had let myself go, but I was determined to never let my physical appearance be the reason for a woman to not be with me...so I changed everything. Started eating right, I hit the gym five times a week. I turned into a regular fitness nut." Frank explained. "Wow! Good for you, Frank. You really look awesome!" Samantha pined over the handsome fellow before her. She always struggled with interacting with men in her life. She never felt comfortable around them outside of a working environment. "What are you doing here?" Samantha asked. "Well, I work for Humanatech now. I've been helping develop the next generation in biotech with them. We've really come a long way. I'm here for the conference you are speaking at." Frank said slapping her on the shoulder. "Really? That's great." Samantha replied. "You ready for your big talk? I don't remember you being the big public speaker girl." Frank said jokingly. "I'm NOT!" Samantha said blushing, "But I couldn't pass up the crazy money they wanted to pay me." "Well, you're the best in the world Sam." Frank said. "You would think the best in the world wouldn't be so nervous about talking about the thing she loves." Samantha said laughing. "I need a valium!" "You are going to be great!" Frank said encouragingly. "I don't know Frank, look at me." She said extending her hands that were already trembling. Dreamscape Ch. 03 "Oh man, girl, you got it bad, don't ya?" Frank said taking her trembling hand in his. Samantha giggled. "It's ridiculous isn't it?" "Public speaking is the greatest fear of mankind, Sam." Frank said. "Especially for geniuses like yourself." He gave her a wink. "There's the Frank I remember. Flattery will get you know where, mister." Samantha joked as she giggled nervously. "Hey, Sam, I've got something for you that can help calm you down...I mean, if you want it." Frank said "Frank Graham? Are you trying to slip me something? You naughty boy." Samantha said mockingly, as she slapped his shoulder. "No...with this body," he spun a full circle, "I don't need any assistance in that department." He said laughing at himself. Sam laughed as he flaunted his figure. "Humanatech has this new thing that's already been approved overseas. Damn FDA here in the states takes forever to get something approved. It's totally legit though - I'm not trying to slip you a 'mickey', I swear!" Frank said. "What does it do?" Samantha asked. "It's an anxiety medication. It will just calm you down, help you focus, ya know - just the usual helpful stuff." Frank said with a warm smile. "Well, that sounds like exactly what I need!" Samantha said, "Let me have one!" Frank produced a small, unlabeled prescription bottle from his jacket pocket. He opened it and tapped out two small white pills into his hand. "Here ya go, Sam. Take these and in about ten minutes...no more jitters...I promise. This stuff here is amazing." Frank said as Samantha reached out for the pills. She put the pills in her mouth and swallowed. "So what are you doing for lunch, Sam? Maybe we could grab a bite to eat and catch up a little." Frank said. "I have a flight to catch at eleven thirty. I have to leave right after my talk to head to the airport. Flying down to Washington. I'm supposed to be meeting some big wig in the cyber crimes division to talk about developing an adaptable program that can learn from attempted hacks and then reprogram itself to enhance internal defenses." Sam began to explain. "Wow that sounds like fun!" Frank said. Samantha blinked a few times. Her vision crossed briefly. "Well maybe we can catch up some other time then." Frank said politely. "Yeah, I would like that." Samantha replied. "Let me get you my contact info." She lifter her purse to dig around inside for a business card; her vision went blurry and she lost her balance momentarily. Frank steadied her as she laughed it off. "Sorry, it must be my nerves." She said. "Yes, It must be." Frank said calmly. She finally found what she was looking for. "Ah, here it is." Samantha said producing a business card and holding it out for Frank. "Thanks, Sam." Frank said taking the card. "Well, I better be off, I don't want to be late." Sam said. She gave Frank a hug and then turned to walk back to her car. The further she walked the more her vision blurred and her legs began to buckle. Ten feet away from her car and she lost all balance, falling backwards. Frank caught her before she hit the ground. With a hand under each arm he dragged her to a black SUV that was parked across from her car. He set her down gently in a seated position leaning up against the tire. He pulled her shirt out from her skirt and ruffled her hair. He opened the back passenger door and pulled out a camera. He snapped a couple pictures of her in this state. He then reached into his bag and retrieved an elastic piece of tubing and a syringe. He wrapped the tubing around her arm just above her elbow and then stuck her arm with the syringe in a vein that appeared below the makeshift tourniquet. He then stood back up and quickly snapped a few more pictures. He laid Samantha down on the ground next to the car. He hiked her pencil skirt up until her panties were exposed. He crouched down on the ground near her feet and snapped a few more pictures of the passed out woman with a needle in her arm. Frank continued to pose the young woman in various positions. He moved the needle from one arm to the other. He put her in various states of unkemptness. The last shot he took was with her shirt almost completely off and her perky full breasts exposed in her bra. When he was finished he lifted the auburn haired woman into the back of the SUV. He shut the door. He collected all of her things, started the truck and left. Thirty minutes later he was at a private airfield. He pulled up to a leer jet that was running and ready for departure. A beautiful redheaded stewardess was standing by. Frank pulled to a stop. He exited the truck and went around to the back where the other woman already had the door open. "Good morning, Doctor Graham." The stewardess said in strong Irish accent. Frank and Sarah lifted Samantha Prescott's unconscious body out of the back of the SUV and carried it into the plane. After a few moments had passed. Frank exited the plane. The door was closed from inside. Frank watched as the plane maneuvered onto the runway and then accelerated forward. Moments later he it disappeared into the clouds over head. He pulled out his phone and sent a text message to Phineas Crowe that simply said, "DONE!" ********** 2:00pm Samantha's head was killing her. Her eyes were closed. She did not want to open them. They felt so heavy and she felt so tired. If her head were not throbbing in pain she would just sleep. She felt a cool breeze on her chest. It felt kind of nice. She seemed to think that she felt it on her behind as well. She was not entirely certain. Her jaw felt sore for some reason as well. All she knew is that she wanted her head to stop hurting. She tried to bring her hand to her head to rub it. But nothing happened. Her hand did not move. She tried again. She moaned as she struggled to lift her hand to her hurting head. Her hand did not respond. It felt like it was being held in place by something. She began to try and open her eyes. She squinted one eye open. Everything was bright and blurry. She was having trouble focusing. She squinted the second eye open. There were bright lights in her face. She continued to blink to try and focus her eyes. It took all of her current mental capacity to clear the fog and just open her eyes. It felt like there were two spotlights shining right in her face. The brightness of everything forced her eyes shut and the pain in her head intensified. "Can you hear me, Doctor Prescott?" said a soothing female voice in a delightful British accent. Samantha tried to open her mouth and speak, but for some odd reason it seemed that her mouth was already open, but she could not form any words or speak. "Yagh.." she mumbled as her tongue pressed up against a cold hard surface. "Doctor Prescott, I'm going to give you a shot to help with your painful headache. You are going to feel a slight sting in your neck." Marcy said. Seconds later Samantha felt a cool wipe, cleaning a spot on her neck and then a prick. Within seconds all of her pain had gone. She began to relax. She tried squinting her eyes open again, but the lights were too bright for her to focus on anything. She heard what sounded like someone in high heels approach her from the front. Then she heard something crack right in front of her face. Her next breath in and she inhaled the strongest and most pungent odor she had ever smelled. She instantly drew back her head. The ammonia gas that was released shocked her nervous system into high gear. She was instantly alert and aware. She looked up to see both hands were in shackles spread apart above her head. The shackles were connected to a metal bar that was suspended from the ceiling. She looked down to see that she was completely nude. Her legs, like her hands, were shackled at her ankles. Her legs were spread out wide and constrained to another bar. Two chains to the bar her hands were fastened too connected the bar at her feet. She was suspended in the air in a spread eagle upright position, but she was tilted forward a small degree. She let out a muffled scream as terror and shock flooded her mind, but nothing escaped from her lips. She tried to bite down, but there was a strap around her head with a large red ball gag forced between her upper and lower jaw that was preventing her from speaking. "Good afternoon my little pet, welcome back to the land of the living." Marcy said. Samantha heard her voice and she looked up. There were three or four bright lights on poles shining in her face. She moved her head to try and get a better look at who was talking. She heard high heels moving towards her from the direction of the lights. A silhouette appeared. The outline of a small woman was coming towards her. "My name is Mistress Marcy, Doctor Prescott, and you and your glorious body belong to me for the next couple hours." Marcy said seductively as she slowly made her way towards the naked and vulnerably suspended woman in front of her. As she drew closer Samantha could finally begin to make out her appearance. Her eyes opened wide in shock. She was dressed in a one-piece body suit made of some shiny black plastic material. It clung to every curve and shape of her body. It appeared to have been painted on it was so tight. There was a zipper at the top that was unzipped to the bottom of her bust line. The tight suit was pushing the woman's breasts up and creating a huge valley of cleavage. She wore thigh high black boots with the tallest heels she had ever seen. Her hair was hanging loosely around her shoulders. The only part of exposed skin Samantha could see was the woman's face, the generous mound of her breasts, and her hands. Even in her fear and terror Samantha was drawn in by the woman's beautiful face and calming voice. Marcy came to within inches of her. Samantha was looking down at her from eight or nine inches above. Marcy produced a small looking black device with some buttons on them. She pressed one and the contraption that Samantha was fastened to began to lower. Her body jerked at the jolt. Samantha's heart rate was racing and her breathing was short and labored. Marcy lowered her down until they were eye to eye. Marcy reached up and traced Samantha's face with the back of her fingers. She moved her hand to the back of Samantha's head. She quickly grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her head back. Samantha let out a shriek. Marcy moved in close to her face and began to run her tongue up Samantha's cheek. Samantha began to cry. "Aww...don't cry my pet," Marcy said softly, "I haven't even hurt you yet." Samantha shook to be free with all her might. She yelled and moaned until her strength left her. The cage pitched and yawed at her violent outburst. Then Samantha felt a hard strike against her buttocks. She shrieked in pain and shoved her hips forward to try and evade that happening again. Another slap. Another shriek. "Doctor Prescott, I will not allow those kinds of outburst in my dungeon." Marcy began to explain, "Every time you disobey me you will be punished." Samantha shook again to be free. She tossed her head and tried to yank her arms and legs free. But it was to no avail. As she swung around between the two bars she felt another stinging blow to her buttocks. Her eyes widened in pain as tears streamed down her face. Another stinging blow and the tears continued to flow. She had no idea where she was. She had no idea how she got here. She was struggling to piece everything together while trying to free herself at the same time. The whelps appearing across both of her butt cheeks from the stinging blow were screaming at her to stop struggling. Her eyes were wide with fear and her breathing and heart rate were racing wildly. "Breathe slowly my pet, you are about to hyperventilate. I don't want you passing out...yet." Marcy said calmly as she slowly made a circle around her chained and suspended prize. S he walked around on to the other side of Samantha and leaned in closely to her ear. She sniffed her hair and ran her nose lightly down her neck, and then back up to her ear. She sucked in Samantha's ear lobe and nipped it with her teeth and then released it. As odd as it seemed Samantha had a mixed reaction to this. Her mind and emotions were full of fear and dread, but her body's reaction suggested something a bit more erotic was taking place. Marcy grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back sharply so her face was pointing directly forward. "Smile at the cameras," Marcy said seductively. Samantha looked out and squinted. In between the lights were three red blinking dots staring back at her. She caught a glint of light of the lens of the center camera. Marcy released her head and produced the small black remote control. She pressed a button and Samantha was lowered into an upright position and lowered nearly all the way to the floor. Marcy began circling her and inspecting her body like a drill sergeant with new recruits. "Oh my, pet, you are very beautiful," she said as she softly grazed a finger around the small of her back. "Those red whelps are contrasting nicely against your creamy white ass. I think you could use a few more to really bring it out and make it pop...what do you think?" Samantha shook her head in horror, but it was to no avail. Three more stinging blows landed across her already red and stinging buttocks. Tears flowed down her cheeks. "I'm sure you must be wondering what you are doing here, Doctor Prescott," Marcy began, "It's really quite simple, I'm going to pleasure you. I'm going to discover how many orgasms you can have before you pass out. Okay?" She said sweetly standing mere inches from her face. Marcy turned and disappeared into the lights. Samantha strained to see what was happening. She was petrified of what was coming next. Then she saw her petite masters silhouette appear in the lights. She had a large wand shaped device that was about two feet long. On the end was a cylinder that sat atop of it. Marcy approached and knelt before Samantha's sex. She let her nose graze against it sniffing in Samantha's sexual odor. When she lightly licked Samantha's outer lips with a quick flick of her tongue, Samantha shuddered with pleasure as the rest of her trembled in fear. Marcy stood. She cupped Samantha's C-cup breast in her right hand. She began to gently massage it. It spilled over in the woman's small hand. "See my pet, this is going to feel wonderful, just relax and let go," Marcy said. Samantha's nipples began to stand erect. Her body was betraying her to the pleasure it was feeling. Marcy leaned down and sucked her nipple into her mouth and suckled. Samantha's eyes rolled back in her head. Marcy took her nipple between her teeth and lightly grazed over the little bud. Samantha tried to jerk back at the painful yet pleasurable sensation. Marcy stood. She raised her hand and struck Samantha's breast with an open palm as hard as she could. The ball gag muffled Samantha's scream. "Do not ever pull away from me, my pet!" Marcy hissed in Samantha's face. Samantha heard the wand she was holding come to life. It began buzzing loudly. She knew what was about to happen. Marcy ran the large vibrating wand softly across both breasts, pausing to admire and place a gentle kiss on the breast that now had a large red whelp in the shape of her hand across it. The vibrations made her nipples stand back up and she felt the first signs of moisture growing between her legs. Marcy traced the outline of Samantha's rib cage and waist, on downward to her hips. She brought it across her thighs until it was inches away from its final destination. Samantha's legs where shaking as it approached. She threw her head back and moaned as it made contact with her clitoris. "Yes, my pet," Marcy said kneeling in front of her sex, "just let it come." She pushed the vibrator down harder and Samantha's eyes rolled back in her head. The outer lips of her vagina were wet and glistening as the pleasure from the vibrator had its due effect. Samantha's legs began to tremble and her hips began to lower closer to the vibrator. Marcy slowly parted Samantha's folds with her middle finger and circled her entrance. With the tip fully moistened from Samantha's juices she invaded her most private space. Samantha let out another moan. The vibrator pressed in hard and she could feel a climax building inside of her. Marcy slid her finger up as deep inside as Samantha's body would allow. She curled her finger up to find the little rough patch of flesh on the upper wall. She found it and began pressing and upward. Samantha's body shook with pleasure. Her eyes were closed and she desperately trying to fight off the feelings she was having. Marcy pressed both her finger and the vibrator harder. Samantha could take no more. She came. Her body rocked with pleasure as the first orgasm sent her over the edge. Marcy's hand was coated with her flowing juices. Marcy giggled like a little schoolgirl. She stood up in Samantha's face still holding the vibrator in place. She took her coated finger and stuck it inside her mouth and cleaned it off. "You taste as good as you look," She said to Samantha with an evil wink. Samantha continued to moan as the vibrator mercilessly ground away against her clitoris. Marcy reached down and switched hands holding the vibrator. With the free hand she reached back and slapped her other breast as hard as she could. Samantha's eyes opened wide in shock and pain. The sting was almost unbearable. A bright pink whelp began to appear across her jiggling breast. Marcy reached forward and grabbed her nipple and began to twist it slowly, first to the right and then back to the left. Intense pleasure began to erase the pain from the searing blow. Samantha's body began to tremble as she felt another climax approaching. Marcy moved her mouth in close to Samantha's ear and sucked in her ear lobe and gently nipped it between her teeth, while her finger continued twisting her nipple and her other hand held the vibrator in place. "Cum for me my pet," Marcy whispered in Samantha's ear. Samantha's five foot seven inch frame that was spread eagle and fastened by chains to the bars above and below began to shake uncontrollably. Samantha could not fight it any longer. A muffled moan escaped from behind the ball gag in her mouth. Her climax came stronger this time. It lasted longer and made her whole body convulse as waves of pleasure ripped through every fiber of her being. Had chains not suspended her she would have collapsed in a heap. "Mmmmmm, yes my pet," Marcy said as she stepped away removing the vibrator and all stimulation from the enslaved woman. Samantha tried to catch her breath as her body began to quiet down from the forced stimulation. She was still extremely confused and scared. She was laid bare before her captor with no way of escape. Both cheeks of her buttocks, as well as both breasts, began to sting again now that all feelings of pleasure had left her body. Marcy had disappeared into the lights and she did not know what was coming next. She heard something like a table scraping across the floor behind her. It sounded like someone was dragging something heavy across the floor. She tried to turn her head, but it was useless, she could not see what was happening. The anticipation of both more pain and more forced pleasure was causing her to breathe rapidly again. Marcy pulled the sybian machine in behind her chained beauty. She pushed and pulled until the black dildo attached to the end was at the appropriate height. She then pulled out the little black remote. She pressed a button and Samantha's upper body began to bend in half as the upper bar she was chained to began to move forward and lower her. Once Samantha was bent nearly ninety degrees at the waist, Marcy maneuvered the machine until the dildo was nestled up right against Samantha's wet and glistening labia. Dreamscape Ch. 03 Samantha was in shock at what she saw behind her. Now bent over, she had an upside down view of what was about to take place. She began to shake with fear and again, began to shake violently to free herself from the chains and the nightmare she was living through. Samantha saw Marcy apply some kind of clear oil to the shaft of the large black dildo. Then she turned and cupped Samantha's vagina inserting her middle finger up inside. Samantha's eyes again closed involuntarily at the invasion. Marcy moved her hand away and then, with the remote, began moving Samantha backwards toward the sybian machine. Samantha felt the tip of the dildo begin pressing against her vagina. She felt Marcy's hand begin to spread her outer lips until the tip of the dildo had found her entrance. Samantha felt the head of the dildo pierce her vagina and it felt horrifyingly amazing. She felt the wall of her sex relax to make room for the large, thick, plastic penis. Marcy continued to move Samantha backwards until half the dildo's length had disappeared inside Samantha's tight pink hole. Samantha had never felt so full before. She had only had sex three other times in her life, and all with the same man. All of those sexual experiences were never very intense, and her ex-boyfriend was certainly not as large as this dildo now resting inside of her was. She had never experienced feeling this full inside ever before. Samantha heard the sybian machine come to life and the large dildo began to move further inside and then retreat. Just before it exited her vagina it would begin its forward journey back into the dark wet caverns of her most intimate place. It was a rather slow and deliberate pace. It was so large and so smooth. It hit every nerve ending inside the walls of her vagina. She began to try and press her hips back to give the machine more access to its prize. She tried to match its rhythm. Samantha moaned as Marcy turned up the machine's pace. The hum of the machine mixed with the wet slurping sound of the dildo that was mechanically and mercilessly fucking Samantha's hole. Samantha tried to keep up with the machine fucking her from behind. Being chained and spread eagle was keeping her from moving about freely. Marcy disappeared again briefly. She reappeared with a small stand of some kind and placed it under Samantha. She adjusted the height of the legs and set the wand vibrator in a clamp, and then positioned it right against Samantha's clitoris. Once in place she switched it on and the sudden vibrations sent Samantha over the edge into her third orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body. She tried to lunge her hips downward to increase the pressure of the vibrator on her clit, all while trying to give more access to the large plastic penis pounding away on her vagina. She tried to fight, but the pleasure was too much, she could not control her body's reaction to the forced stimulation. Within moments of her third orgasm fading a fourth orgasm rushed upon her. This one was not as intense, but forceful nonetheless. Marcy increased the speed of the sybian. It was now moving at an inhuman pace. It was pummeling her swollen sex. Samantha's juices were coating the large dildo. Much of it was running down her legs. The smell of her sex and her sweat had filled the room. Moans and groans escaped from behind the ball gag. The sybian machine was pumping at such a fast and forceful rate, Samantha's c-cup breasts were slapping back and forth, alternating between hitting each other and hitting her chest. Drool began oozing out from around the ball gag as Samantha lost total control and just longed for her body to come again. She felt her swollen sex relax even more as she dropped her hips lower onto the vibrator rubbing against her clitoris. Her fifth orgasm came fast and quick and just rolled on and on in a series of minor climaxes one after the other. She was getting dizzy and slightly dehydrated. In the midst of coming, Samantha, felt something cool press against her puckered little bud between her buttocks. She pressed back against it as Marcy slipped the tip of a clear acrylic butt plug inside or anus. Samantha's eyes popped open as her hole spread wider and Marcy pushed the plug further inside. As another orgasm racked Samantha's body, Marcy watched as Samantha's sphincter sucked in the remaining three inches of the plug. The flange at the end nestled up close spreading her cheeks apart and not letting them close. Samantha's flowing juices covered her lower body. She had never before felt the tremendous amount of stimulated pleasure in her life. Forced or not, she came and came again. The vibrator, the relentless sybian, and the butt plug all filling her and causing a chain reaction inside of her that she had not thought possible. Over and over her body erupted into orgasm after orgasm. Timed seemed to stand still. There was nothing but wave of pleasure after wave of pleasure. Her breasts were slapping together, the vibrator was continuously buzzing her clitoris, and the sybian was pumping back and forth in a blur of speed and power, all of them working in a syncopated orchestra to produce a mind numbing sequence of pleasure and orgasms. The light began to fade, the sounds of the vibrator and the sybian machine and the slapping of her breasts began to fade away...she felt everything grow dark and dim and then...she felt nothing. ********** 3:30pm Sean Mallory was watching some of Crowe's goons move in some of the very expensive and sensitive gear he had requested the night before. "Easy guys!" Sean shouted as they nearly dropped a fifty thousand dollar microscope. "Just set it down right here and leave it alone," he barked at the workers. He had spent much of the day getting his office in order and drawing up plans for how his lab should be laid out down here. If he were being honest with himself he was really just trying to keep himself busy so that he did not have to think about how or what Crowe was going to do to Samantha to get her under his thumb. He knew from personal experience how ruthless he could be. It seemed there was no length he would not go, to get his way or to move a barrier that stood in the way of something that he wanted. The place was empty except for the movers bringing in his lab equipment. He could not stand it any longer. He went to his office and picked up the phone. He dialed the extension for Marcy's line. It rang two times and then he heard her voice. "Hello Doctor Mallory," Marcy said in her usual pleasant British accent, "What can I help you with?" "Marcy, I need to know that Doctor Prescott is okay, that Crowe hasn't hurt her or something terrible like that." Sean said in a very serious tone. "Doctor Mallory, you can rest assured that she's in perfectly good hands," Marcy said while she twisted the nipple of the unconscious young woman lying before her. "That's the problem, Marcy, I am worried, and I know exactly what kinds of hands she's in!" Sean shouted into the phone. "Doctor Mallory, I promise you that no harm has come to Doctor Prescott," Marcy said as she slowly pulled the clear acrylic butt plug from the auburn haired woman's tight little puckered hole. "When can I see her?" Sean asked tartly. "You can see her tomorrow morning. She's resting right now. Mr. Crowe will meet with her this evening, and then you can meet with her right after breakfast," Marcy explained as she brushed a piece of hair away from the young scientists naturally beautiful face. "I swear to God, Marcy, if you have hurt one hair on her head..." Sean said, but was cut off by Marcy. "Doctor Mallory, you are not in a position to be making threats toward me. I have given you my word that she is fine and that she will not be harmed. Mr. Crowe needs her physically able to perform all necessary duties for the task at hand. Harming her will only cause his own plans to be put further behind. Now, if you will excuse me, I believe you have a lab to assemble, and I have Mr. Crowes personal business to attend to. Good afternoon." Marcy said as she hung up the phone. Sean set the phone back down and sat in his chair. He ran his hands through his hair and let out a sigh. There was nothing he could do. Once again he found himself unable to do anything but wait. He was getting tired of being in this position. He wanted to be on the offensive. He wanted to get even, but he was currently powerless to do so. He sat and stared mindlessly at the workers continuing to bring in the gear. He needed a drink. He needed information. He needed Lydia. He dialed her beeper extension on his office phone and then left to head up to his apartment. ********** "How's our guest doing?" Crowe asked Marcy as he circled the young unconscious woman's naked form on the bed before him. "She's resting peacefully, sir," Marcy answered. She was dressed in her usual demure professional attire once again. A nurse was administering a drug into the IV that was connected to Samantha's arm. "She's quite stunning isn't she?" Crowe asked Marcy. "Yes, quite indeed, sir," Marcy answered. "Has the video been prepared?" Crowe asked. "It has," said Marcy. "Very good, and all the personal details have been taken care of, resignations, letters to family, the usual course of action?" Crowe asked. "All has been done according to plan, Sir. Every detail has been covered." Marcy answered confidently. "Well done, Marcy, bring her to my office at eight o'clock tonight. Do not wake her up before then." Crowe said. "As you wish, sir," the petite little assistant answered. Crowe turned and left the room. ********** "Stephen's? Stephen's? Get in here! Where is Doctor Prescott?" screamed Special Agent Ben Stone, "Her plane was supposed to have landed two hours ago. Didn't you send someone to pick her up?" "Sir, she never got off the plane. We are trying to locate her now. We do know that she failed to show up at a conference where she was delivering the opening speech this morning." Agent Stephen's answered. "Have we checked with the hotel? Did she stay there last night? Come on Stephen's what's taking so long?" barked Agent Stone. "We are working on it, sir, as soon as we have some more details, you will be the first to know. She's not exactly a high profile VIP sir." Stephen's answered. "She's the worlds leading, fucking brain on artificial intelligence, Stephens. Do you think we are the only ones around that know about her? Do you think that genius scientists just randomly miss major engagements and flights to meet with high up government officials? No, Stephen's, they don't." Stone yelled at the young officer. "I...uh..."Stephen's stammered for an answer. "I need her Stephen's! Find out what the fuck happened to her!" Stone yelled furiously. "Yes sir." Stephen's said as he sheepishly left his superior's office. ********** Lydia brought a plate of food over to the table where Sean was sitting drinking a beer. She set the plate down in front of him. He did not even acknowledge it. "You need to eat something, Sean," she said in her think Hispanic accent, "you cannot just sit around and wait. You will need your strength for when your friend gets here." "She's not my friend, Lydia." Sean said quietly. "Well, whoever she is...she's going to need you just like I need you." Lydia said pushing the plate in his direction. She moved around behind him and started rubbing his shoulders. "You are so tense right now, Sean," She said almost in a whisper as her lithe hands squeezed around his tight shoulders. "Are you sure you didn't see anything up there? Hear anything about what was happening?" Sean asked again. "No Sean, we are not allowed access to everything up stairs. We can only go in a few unrestricted places and others we can only enter when Mr. Crowe or Miss Marcy calls for us." Lydia explained, "I haven't heard or seen anything about your friend." "She's not my...never mind," Sean said, dropping his chin onto his chest. Sean sipped his beer as the young Hispanic woman gently kneaded the stress out of his shoulders. He pushed the plate of food aside and went and stood staring at the video wall displaying a beautiful sunset across the manicured lawn above ground. He knew that Samantha would be meeting with Crowe soon. He began to formulate his plan of action to go on the offensive. He would have to convince Samantha to trust him and to follow him. He did not think it would be too difficult after Crowe sinks his talons into her tonight. She would be begging for revenge just like he was, at least that is what he was counting on. Dreamscape Ch. 04 March 2, 2014 - 8:00pm Samantha Prescott lay across a black couch within the confines of Phineas Crowe's office. She was dressed in the clothes she was wearing earlier that day before her abduction in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She appeared calm and at peace in her unconscious state. Phineas Crowe was seated in a leather wingback chair about three feet away that was slightly facing his latest victim. He nodded at Marcy, his petite personal assistant. She approached the young auburn haired woman and stuck a syringe in her arm that was filled with a clear liquid. About twenty seconds later Samantha Prescott began to stir. "Doctor Prescott? Can you hear me?" Crowe asked softly, "Can you hear me Doctor Prescott?" he asked again. Samantha's hands came slowly to her face and began rubbing her eyes. She yawned and then tried to open her bright green eyes. "Take it easy Doctor Prescott," Crowe said gently, "you have been through quite a lot today." Samantha's eyes began to focus. As she lay on her back she turned her head. She had no idea where she was. She had recollection of how she got here. She felt somewhat lethargic and slightly chilly. She began to assess her surroundings. "Where...am...I?" she muttered slowly in confusion as she tried to sit herself up in a seated position. Marcy approached to lend her a helping hand. Samantha looked at her and smiled. "Thank you." She said, politely, to Marcy. Samantha turned to face Phineas Crowe. He greeted her with a warm and welcoming smile. She was taken aback at how rugged and handsome he appeared. She did not recognize him as being one of the richest and most powerful men in the world. "Doctor Prescott, my name is Phineas Crowe, and you are in my office here at my home." Phineas said calmly with a wry and devilish smile. Samantha's alertness became much more clear when she heard him introduce himself to her. She smiled a smile that pre-teen girls get when they are in the presence of their favorite boy-band. "THE Phineas Crowe, the multi-millionaire, the owner of Humanatech?" Samantha asked giddy over being in his presence. "Multi-billionaire, doctor, but that's not really all that important." Crowe said trying to appear humble and trustworthy. "Mr. Crowe, why am I in your office? I don't remember anything." Samantha said as her face grimaced, trying to recall the past few hours' events. "What's the last thing you can remember, Doctor?" Crowe asked. Samantha sat quietly in thought. "I...remember...checking into my hotel room because I am supposed to be giving a talk at a conference about artificial intelligence." Samantha said almost unsure of herself. "There was an accident, Doctor Prescott, don't worry...everything is okay, but I thought it best that you be here with me right now." Crowe explained. "What kind of accident?" Samantha asked curiously, "Wait, where did you say we were?" "You are in my home, Doctor Prescott, in New Orleans" Crowe answered. "New Orleans?" Samantha said as her eyes widened in shock. "How the hell did I get to New Orleans, I'm supposed to be in Pittsburgh. Wait, what day is it? What time is it?" Samantha said growing nervous and tense at the blank memories. "It's March the second, and it's eight o'clock at night", answered Crowe, quickly and carefree. Crowe looked at his new guest and could tell she was rapidly declining into panic and terror. "Marcy, would bring Doctor Prescott some water please?" Crowe asked his assistant, who nodded and then moved to fetch some water. "What am I doing here, Mr. Crowe? How did I get here?" Samantha pleaded with the handsome man seated close by. "You arrived here this morning on one of my private planes. I needed you here with me immediately. I made arrangements to have you picked up at your hotel this morning, Doctor Prescott. You slipped in the parking garage before my people could reach you. You fell and hit your head. They found you unconscious near your car. They quickly loaded you up and gave you the medical attention you needed. We contacted the AI-NOW conference people and let them know about the unexpected emergency. We flew you here and have been caring for you all afternoon." Crowe finished. Samantha looked shocked and bewildered at the explanation. She could not recall anything that had happened in the last twelve hours. It was all completely blank. Her head did hurt a bit as though she may have hit it on something. At this point she had no choice but to trust the story that was given to her. "I need to borrow a phone, Mr. Crowe, I was supposed to be at a meeting in Washington this afternoon...and I need to let them know where I am and that I'm okay." Samantha said politely. Crowe smiled at her. "Doctor, you can call them later, you just woke up and need to settle down a bit. My people will contact anyone that you need, for you." Crowe said gently and sweetly to young lady seated near him. "It's really rather important, Mr. Crowe. I would be very grateful if you could show me to the nearest phone." Samantha said politely again, but with a bit more of a firm tone added. "Do you know who I am, doctor?" Crowe said as he uncrossed his legs and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees to change the subject. His dark brown eyes were piercing into Samantha's gaze. "I only know that you are a very wealthy man and that you have a penchant for flare and partying...sir." Samantha answered, "Why did you say I was here?" "I didn't...yet." Crowe said chuckling. Marcy reappeared with a tall glass of ice water and handed it to Marcy. Crowe stood and walked behind his chair as he watched Samantha take a drink. "I'm working on a top secret project, Doctor Prescott, the subject of which is of the utmost sensitivity. We have reached a stumbling block on this project, and in the midst of determining the best way to go about solving it...your name came up." Crowe said as he paced around behind the couch where Samantha was seated. She looked straight ahead and nervously took another drink of water. She could feel the powerful man's eyes boring through the back of her head. The intensity and charisma in his voice was so hypnotizing. "What project is this?" Samantha asked. "Are you familiar with Miomex?" Crowe asked as he continued his slow circular pace around the couch like a hunter stalking its prey. "Yes, it's the miracle drug that your company produced. It saved my grandmother's life, in fact." Samantha confessed. "Oh, really, I'm so glad to hear that!" Crowe said feigning enthusiasm. "Well, we are hard at work on a new drug, doctor, a drug that will make miomex look like child's play. Drugs so powerful that it will, literally, change the world." Crowe explained passionately. "What kind of drug?" Samantha asked taking another sip from her glass of water. "Have you ever been dreaming, and at some point in the dream you became aware that you were dreaming?" Crowe asked. "Yes...I think so." Samantha said. "And having realized that you were dreaming, have you then tried to actually control and shape your dreams...actually tried to produce a certain event or feeling or outcome to that dream?" Crowe asked again, having circled back around to his starting position behind his chair. "I can't say that I actually remember trying to do that...I mean, I can recall times when I wished I could have done that, but that's not possible." Samantha exclaimed. "Is it not, Doctor?" Crowe asked sarcastically, "What if I told you that it is possible? What if I told you that you could create a dream world of your liking that was so real and so lifelike that you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the two?" Crowe said. "I would say that you have made the impossible possible and that the entire world would be lining up at your door for access to it." Samantha postured. "Yes! Exactly!" Crowe said slapping the back of the chair in excitement. "So...this drug...it isn't for a cure of some kind or to treat some ailment is it?" Samantha stated. "On the contrary, Doctor Prescott, it will be the greatest treatment for the world's biggest ailment...L.I.F.E." Crowe spelled it out, "You see, doctor, the world is full of people who are depressed and down trodden. It is full of people looking for a way out or a way up. It's full of people who need hope and excitement and a reason to live. Now, imagine with me, all of the people in the world who need a pick me up, all the people in the world who are losing hope in their day to day menial existence...imagine all of the terminally ill people who are just waiting to die. Imagine them all," Crowe said and then paused. Samantha had not noticed that Crowe had moved behind her on the couch and was now leaning down right near her ear. A tremble rushed through her body at his close proximity and his masculine voice echoed in her ear. "Imagine all of those people having the ability to escape. Escape to a world of their choosing whenever they wanted. A world where they could be the king or queen. A world where they were no longer sick, or depressed. A perfect world they could create and live in as they saw fit." Crowe said softly into her ear. Samantha coughed to break the intimacy. She cleared her throat. "This project that you were are working on, Mr. Crowe...there's no way that the FDA would approve it. It would cause mass addiction and it would have incredible negative consequences on people's real lives. If this drug actually existed, the chaos it would cause through out the world would be...well...devastating." Samantha said as she scooted herself to the edge of the couch and turned slightly to the side. "You are as smart as they said you were, doctor." Crowe said standing and flashing that beautiful smile at her. "I still don't understand why I am here, Mr. Crowe," said Samantha. "We need your expertise with artificial intelligence, Doctor Prescott", Crowe began, "We have the ability to merge the nanotech with the host DNA. We have figured out how to have the nanotech read peoples thoughts and dreams, but we have not been able to get the nanotech to induce the visions and feelings within the brain that will be necessary to create the kind of experience we are searching for." Crowe said as he continued his pace around the couch. "And you think I can create some kind of interface or artificial intelligence for the nano to be able to learn and adapt within the brain to produce and control the visions that the host is trying to create?" Samantha stated as much as she was asking. "Exactly." Crowe said confidently. Samantha paused. She thought to herself for a brief moment. "Mr. Crowe, I don't know who told you about me, but even if I could create something like this, and I'm not saying I can, but if I could, I know that I would not want to be responsible for helping create a drug that would ruin everyone's life that it touched. I mean it sounds great to hear you explain it, but I'm not certain you have thought through the full ramifications of such a venture," said Samantha. Crowe sighed audibly. "Samantha, I'm so sorry to hear you say that." Crowe said in a very disappointed tone of voice. "I'm sorry, Mr. Crowe, but I'm not your girl. Now if you would excuse me, I would like to collect my things and be on my way." Samantha said standing to her feet and straightening her dress. "You are most definitely my girl," Crowe said as he leaned back against his desk, "I'm sorry to tell you, but you can't leave right now, Samantha." "Excuse me," She said defiantly, "You can't keep me here and you can't tell me what I will and will not do." Samantha turned and began marching towards the door. She reached it and twisted the knob, but found that it was locked. She turned back to look at Crowe still leaning against his desk with a smug look of confidence on his face. "Open the door!" Samantha demanded. "And where would you go, my dear?" Crowe said as the trap he had set began to close. "Who would ever give a dope head like you another job?" "What in the hell are you talking about?" Samantha asked incredulously. "You don't have to hide it from me, Samantha," Crowe said mockingly. He reached over and pushed a button on a small black remote. The large television monitor hanging on the wall came to life. Samantha was horrified at what she saw. There was a picture of her seated on the ground. Her hair was a mess; her skirt was hiked up nearly to where her underwear was visible. There was something tied around her arm just above her elbow and a syringe sticking out of her arm. She appeared to be drunk or hungover or high. She couldn't quite decide. "What the fuck is that?" She shouted angrily at Crowe. "That's not me! I never did that!" She exclaimed. "The pictures never lie, Samantha, in fact the toxicology report here on my desk," Crowe said placing his hand over a manila envelope, "well, it says that you have heroin in your system." "What?!" Samantha shouted in fury. "No one is going to want a heroin addict working for them, Samantha." Crowe said in a flat monotone voice. "I'm not an addict! I've never done one drug in my life. Hell, I barely drink alcohol!" She exclaimed in shock. "And if being a heroine addict wasn't bad enough, if you could somehow prove that you were sober" Crowe continued on, pushing another button, "they certainly aren't going to hire an internet porn star that plays out such crazy sexual fetishes like this." He said nodding at the screen. Samantha's eyes widened in horror as she saw herself stretched out and chained up in the nude. Her porcelain skin set off her auburn hair beautifully. She collapsed to the floor as the scene played out in front of her. Tears streamed down her face as she watched Marcy bring her body to orgasm after orgasm. She gently cupped her breasts after she watched Marcy slap them. She began to sob on the floor as the she heard herself moan with pleasure as she came again and again. She began to become aware of the soreness that still lingered between her legs. "Doctor Prescott, your career is over. You have no life to go back to outside of these four walls." Crowe said explaining the facts of the situation to her. "There is nothing left for you...unless." He paused. Samantha lifted her tear stained face to his. Her bright green eyes were blurred with tears. "Unless what?" She asked through her sobs. "Unless you help me complete this job. Do the work I need you to do. Finish this and complete it! Then - this video and those pictures will all go away, and you can go back to living the life you always dreamed of." He said laughing to himself at the pun he just made. "You haven't done anything with this stuff?" Samantha asked confused. "Not at all. I just need you to know that I have it, so that if you ever decide to try and stab me in the back, or do something careless...well, it gives me the leverage I need to have you do what needs to be done." Crowe explained as though this were an everyday event in his life. "I don't understand," Samantha sobbed, "why me, why are doing this to me?" "Because there is no one else, Samantha, you are the smartest person on the planet when it comes to artificial intelligence. So it had to be you." Crowe said. Samantha collapsed on the floor and sobbed. The dark and grim reality of her future wrecked her inside. She had never felt so manipulated and abused before in her life. She looked back up to the television monitor to see Marcy sticking some kind of clear plastic thing into her butt. She sobbed louder as she reached around behind her dress to, sympathetically, hold the violated entry point. "You need to understand something very clearly, Samantha. You cannot escape. We have sent messages to your family explaining the sudden disappearance; as well as to all of the people you are currently assisting. Everyone will think that you just needed a break and some rest. All contact with the outside world is forbidden, and should I ever learn that you have done so or even attempted to do so...all of the pictures and this video will be released to news organizations around the world." Crowe said as though he were reading off some fine print at the bottom of a contract. "Do you understand me, Samantha?" Crowe said as he bent down next to her toppled body. She nodded through her tears. "Very good. Marcy will show you to your room. Tomorrow I will introduce you to the rest of the team." Crowe said as he nodded to Marcy and walked back to his desk. Marcy approached the young woman. She gently touched her shoulder. Samantha turned to look at her and when she recognized her as the dominatrix in the video she screamed and jumped away. "You are going to need some help with her," Crowe laughed as he watched it unfold before him. Marcy went to the door and pressed a button that was affixed to the wall. About thirty seconds later, Lydia appeared in the door. "Lydia, I need your help to get Doctor Prescott to her room." Marcy said to the young Hispanic girl. They both approached Samantha. "Doctor, please come with us, I will help get you settled in tonight." Lydia said in her thick Hispanic accent. She reached down and offered a hand and a gentle smile to the beautiful auburn haired woman. Samantha looked into her dark chocolate brown eyes and at the smile gracing her bee stung lips, and she felt a calming presence come over her. Her breathing slowed, the tears stopped, and she reached out and took her hand. Her mind raced as tears flowed down her face. The two young women led Samantha down the winding twisting corridors and up a couple of flights of stairs until they ended up at the guest suite where Sean Mallory had stayed the night before. Lydia helped Samantha into the room to the closest couch. "You will stay here tonight. I will be back in the morning at eight o'clock to retrieve you for breakfast. If you happen to need something between now and then, just pick up that phone," Marcy said, pointing to a phone sitting near the bar, "it will ring in our servants quarters and someone can assist you with whatever you need. Lydia will help you get settled in. Good evening Doctor Prescott." She turned and left the room. "I'm so sorry that this happening to you, Doctor Prescott." Lydia said as she made her way to the kitchen area for a water bottle. "How can you work for such a cruel man, Lydia?" Samantha said through tears, "Are you here because of something like this too?" she asked. "Mr. Crowe owns me, Doctor Prescott," Lydia explained. "He bought me from my pimp in Brazil three years ago." "You are his sex slave?" Samantha asked with a shocked look on her face. "I am anything that Mr. Crowe wants me to be. I am here to serve him as he commands." Lydia responded. "Oh my God!" Samantha exclaimed, "That sick fuck! What kind of twisted monster is he?" "Doctor Prescott, trust me when I tell you that you must do what Mr. Crowe asks of you. He is a very rich and powerful man. He gets his way with anything he wants. If you try and stop him or resist him...well...it would not be very good for you." Lydia said, as she approached Samantha with a water bottle. "I'm so confused," Samantha cried taking a drink, "I don't know what to do." Lydia sat down next to her and put her arm around the sobbing woman. She gently pulled her head down onto her shoulder and lightly began caressing her hair. "Shhh," She whispered gently, "It's going to me okay." She said reassuringly. Lydia jumped when she felt a buzz from the little beeper attached to her hip. She looked down to see that it was Crowe. "I have to leave you now, Doctor," She said calmly standing to her feet. "But why? What am I going to do?" Samantha said, pleading with her to stay. "Just get some rest, Doctor. Tomorrow will be better, just wait and see." Lydia answered as she hurried out the door. Dreamscape Ch. 04 Samantha ran to the door that Lydia closed, but soon realized that she was locked in. She banged on the door and screamed for help until her voice was hoarse and her hands were bruised. She exhausted herself fully. She collapsed at the foot of the door and cried until she fell asleep. ______________________________________________________ Lydia knocked at the door of Crowe's office. "Come in." Crowe said from inside. She opened the door and strode toward his desk with confidence. "Hello, handsome, I've been waiting hours for you to buzz me." She declared excitedly. She walked up to Crowe, who was seated behind his desk watching her march towards him. She reached him. She grabbed his chair and pulled him out from behind the desk and spun him around. She hiked up her skirt and straddled his lap lowering herself down until she was seated facing him. She ran both of her hands through his dark hair and then pulled his face towards hers. Their mouth met in a passionate kiss. Lydia's tongue forced itself into Crowe's mouth. She felt his manhood stir in his pants that was nestled against her crotch. She broker her kiss long enough to pull her top off over her head and undo her bra freeing her perfectly shaped natural C-cup breasts. Crowe leaned forward and took an erect nipple into his mouth. He suckled as she held his head in place and moaned. Lydia began grinding her crotch against Crowe's growing erection. He winced a little at the pressure against his blistered hard-on. Crowe broke off the kiss and pushed Lydia forcefully out of his lap. She stumbled back until she landed with a thud against the wall behind her. Her breasts bounced. She regained her balance to see Crowe freeing his erection and pushing his pants down to his ankles. "Take it all off." He said quietly as he slowly and gently stroked his full mast. Lydia, seductively, removed her skirt. She turned around to show Crowe her pert little ass. She bent over so he could see her tight little butt hole and her swollen moist lips while she lowered her skirt to the floor. Once she was free from the clothes, she slowly walked forward in her high heels, and accentuated her steps with the gently sway of her hips. Her breasts bounced lightly with each step. She ran one hand up and grabbed her left breast and began to knead and pull at her nipple. She knelt down in front of Crowe and pushed his legs apart. "You know how I like it, Lydia," Crowe said, "But be gentle, I'm a little roughed up down there." Crowe took both hands and placed them behind his head. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. Lydia grasped Crowe at the base of his cock. She slid her tongue up and down each side. She stopped at the base of his mushroomed head and flicked her tongue up and down at the sensitive area. Crowe moaned in pleasure. His eyes rolled back in his head as he strained his hips up towards Lydia's mouth. Lydia lowered her mouth down and covered his head. She sucked on it while pulling her head back until it popped out of her mouth. She repeated this five or six more times. Each time it popped out. Crowe would moan audibly. She went to the tip of his penis and flicked her tongue on the white pre-cum that had appeared. She pulled her head back, leaving a trail of cum connected from his dick to her mouth. When it broke and landed on her breasts she moved back forward. She took her mouth and covered his cock and lowered her head until her nose rested at the base of his pelvis. She held her head in place. Crowe lifted his hips to push further down her throat. Her esophagus bulged out under the skin of her neck from the intrusion of Crowe's thick manhood. When she felt herself fighting for air she slowly raised her head back up to the top. She took in a deep breath through her nose and then slowly descended again the length of his shaft. She brought her free hand down and cupped Crowe's testicles. With the tips of her fingernails she lightly raked the underside of his sensitive sack. His balls moved freely inside from the erotic sensation. Crowe moaned louder. He could feel that familiar of his balls swelling and preparing for release. It was such a sweet feeling. It was a feeling he wanted to have with him all of the time. He could never get enough. Lydia returned to the top of his cock to gain another breath and then with a bit more force lowered her mouth back to the base of this cock. As she neared the base this time she stuck out her tongue and flicked his ball sack with it as her throat bulged out again. Crowe brought his hands down from behind his head and placed them lightly on top of Lydia's. She raised her head, and without pause, slammed it back down, impaling her throat once again. This time she didn't pause at the bottom. When her nose hit his pelvic bone she immediately reversed her direction and began a rapid ascension back to the top of his, now pulsing and throbbing, cock. Just before it slipped from her mouth she rammed her head down again. Crowe began to lift his hips to meet her waiting throat. They began to match each other's thrusts. His hips. Her mouth. Growing into a furious pace. Her bee-stung lips encased his blistered manhood. Her saliva was running down his cock and dripping off of his balls. The slurping and slapping increased in volume and rhythm. Both of Crowes hands now grasped a fistful of Lydia's hair. He was helping her raise and lower her head onto his cock. He could tell he was close to release. He increased his pace and the force at which he was slamming her head all the way down into his pelvis. She never groaned. She never gagged. She just sucked and slurped. She felt his cock swell to almost twice its normal size. She rammed her head down one last time and held it there. Crowe lurched his hips up and shot a rope of cum into her belly. She held her head in place as a second and third shot of his semen coated her throat. Crowe lowered his hips as his cock twitched inside Lydia's mouth. She slowly brought her mouth back up the length of his shaft. When she reached the tip she licked the small hole clean. Crowe shuttered from the sensation. She lay his deflating member back onto his belly. Her tongue darted out from behind her large lips and licked the excess saliva and left over cum from her lips. "Oh my sweet Lydia," Crowe said pulling her back into his lap, "You always know exactly how to handle me." "You taste amazing," She said as she placed small, sweet kisses on his neck and face. "That was the best cum I've had in weeks," He said slipping his hand between her thighs and cupping her shaved brown lips. "I'm yours anytime you want it, Phineas," She said spreading her legs slightly to give him more access. Crowe slipped his middle finger inside her tight wet hole, and she bit her lip and shuddered. "How's our little friend doing downstairs," Crowe asked as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her sex. "I don't know, let's see," She said spreading her legs even farther. Crowe awkwardly turned his chair around until Lydia could reach his mouse and keyboard. She grabbed it and clicked a small icon on his desktop. A window appeared with many small video screens on them. She looked around until she saw Sean. She clicked on that video window. It expanded filling up the screen. She jerked a little as Crowe inserted a second finger into her tight sex. She could hear Sean's fork hitting the plate as he sat in silence eating his dinner. He burped and they both laughed. "You are as good of an actress as you are at giving head," Crowe said as he started to rub her clit with his thumb while his other two fingers moved in and out. "He tried to tell me I could be free," Lydia said in a mocking tone, "But why would I give up life with the richest man in the world to go live in the streets again, plus I love your cock!" "And my cock loves you, Lydia," He said. She watched the young scientist eat his dinner, while her master brought her body to the edge of orgasm with his hand. "Win him over Lydia," Crowe said as she moaned into his ear, "make him believe you love him and will do anything for him, I don't care what it takes...you have my permission to go as far as you need to. Fuck him, blow him, and make him trust you. I'll give you as much info as you need to help lead him on." Lydia's juices covered Crowe's hand as it rapidly slammed against her vagina. "Yes baby," she moaned, "you own me now and forever," she moaned louder. "Cum on my hand," Crowe ordered. Lydia shuddered and released a wave of juice as her pussy clamped down around his fingers. She shook against him as her body responded to her master's commands. ______________________________________________ March 3, 2014 8:00am Samantha was awakened by a knock on the door. She stirred against the cold floor. Salt from her tears had crusted around her eyelids. She pushed herself up slowly from the floor. She pushed the matted hair from her face and lumbered a few steps. Before she could reach for the handle the door swung open. "Good morning, Doctor," said Marcy as she marched into the room with Lydia following closely behind. "Lydia is going to help you get cleaned up and ready for breakfast. Mister Crowe will join you in thirty minutes and then you will meet with the lead scientist on this project," Marcy explained further. "Come with me doctor," Lydia said taking her by the arm and leading her towards the bathroom. Marcy left the room and the door locked behind her. "I'm sure you have had a very rough night, my darling." Lydia said in a sympathetic tone. "It is best if you just do what he wishes. He's going to get his way, one way or the other, and trust me when I tell you that he can be even more cruel then what you have come to know already," Lydia said as she seated Samantha in a chair in front of a mirror. "Why is he doing this to me?" Samantha said choking back more tears. "I do not know, but I do know that there is someone here who can help us both," Lydia said. "What? Who are you talking about?" Samantha asked as she looked up in the mirror at the young Hispanic girl behind her. Lydia took a brush and began combing out the long auburn hair of the fair skinned scientist. "Doctor Sean Mallory is here too," Lydia said, "He has been blackmailed just like you to make this crazy drug for Mister Crowe." "Sean is here?" Samantha said with a shocked look on her face. She hadn't seen Sean in years. She wondered why the two of them had ended up here. Sean was a good scientist, but there were better options for Crowe to choose from. "Yes, he has been here for a few days now," Lydia answered. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed in a horrified voice, "Is he okay? Where is he?" "You will see him after breakfast. I have been trying to help get him information. He is a very kind man. I believe that he can help us all get away from this place and this man." Said Lydia, "There is an underground complex below this house. Crowe has Doctor Mallory there. There is a lab, a commons area and third floor where everyone can stay. He is not letting anyone come out of there until the drug has been finished." "You mean we are slaves here until we do what he wants?" Samantha asked. "Yes, I'm afraid that is the grim reality," Lydia replied. "What kind of slave are you Lydia?" Samantha asked. "I belong to Mister Crowe and am required to service him and meet any needs he demands of me," Lydia answered. "You mean you are his sex slave?" Samantha said angrily. "I have learned that it is much more than sex, but yes, I must pleasure him sexually at his command," Lydia answered. "Oh my god, Lydia, I'm so sorry!" Samantha said touching the young woman's hand that now rested on her shoulder. "Don't worry about me right now, Doctor," Lydia said, "Just get down there and help Doctor Mallory, I truly believe he can fix this and save us all." "I don't want to help him, Lydia!" exclaimed Samantha. Lydia turned Samantha around in her chair and took her face in her smooth brown hands. "Doctor Prescott, please you must listen to me, Mister Crowe is a viscous evil man, you have already experienced a part of who is. You have to listen to me and trust me...the only way this will work without you getting hurt or abused or worse...is just be kind and polite to him to his face, show him respect, treat him like the world's most important man, and he will be kind to you and will give you anything you need to help him get what he wants. But if you fight him...he will crush you and all of those you love, Doctor Prescott," Lydia pleaded with her. "I don't know if I can, Lydia," Samantha said sadly. "You must! I need you, Doctor Mallory needs you, and your only chance at survival or revenge is just doing what he wants," Lydia said. "I'll do my best," Samantha said, unsure of herself or her ability to hold it together. "Thank you my dear, now lets go get some food and then get you off to work with Doctor Mallory, the sooner you two start, the sooner we can all get out of here." Lydia said. Samantha stood and straightened her clothes and marched out towards the entrance of the suite. Lydia began to follow and then turned towards the mirror and blew a kiss. Crowe watched through his computer at the video feed from the bathroom and smiled at the work of his young Hispanic whore. Samantha was seated at the large dining room table when Crowe appeared from around the corner. He was wearing a slim fitted light grey suit. It was tailored perfectly to his athletic build. Samantha was lifting a fork full of eggs to her mouth when she caught a glimpse of her handsome captor. Anger burned inside of her while her eyes took full appraisal of his masculine form. He watched her take him in as he approached the table. She quickly looked away when their eyes met. "Good morning, Doctor," Crowe said politely, "I trust you had a good nights rest?" Samantha cleared her throat, "Yes, it was fine." She said with a sharp tone. "Doctor, I know that this is all very new to you, and you would probably like to very much leap across this table and stab me in the neck with your fork," Crowe said as Marie placed a napkin in his lap, "I cannot begin to understand how much you must hate me at this very moment, but..." he paused as he took a sip of coffee, "I can assure you that I have absolutely no intention of hurting you or anyone you care about. Despite what Lydia may have told you, I'm not an evil monster hell bent on getting my way." "You are a sick perverted prick with sex slaves all around you, you black mail and manipulate people to do what you want done, you abuse and control at your whim, you are exactly what Lydia told me you were," Samantha sneered. "I know that's what it all looks like, but I hope that over the next few weeks and months you will come to know the real me. I'm just a guy that has a dream and a need and I'm willing to go to great lengths to make it happen," Crowe responded softly. "Yes, that's obvious, you had your assistant rape me with a machine to get your way," Samantha shouted as she slammed her hands against the table. Crowe looked at her with a soft compassionate expression. His gaze cut through her. She felt completely vulnerable. She knew he had seen all that had been done to her. He was probably in the room when it happened. He knew all of her. She could not hide from his gaze. "As soon as you are finished eating I would like to introduce you to your partner in all of this. You two will be working closely together on this project until it is ready for production. His name is," Crowe said. "Sean Mallory," Samantha finished his sentence. "My, my...Lydia must have told you more than I had accounted for," Crowe chuckled, "Yes, it is Doctor Sean Mallory. He will be lead and you will be assisting him in any way that he sees fit." "I'm finished," Samantha said, as she set down her fork loudly on her plate and stood from her chair. "Excellent," Crowe said standing to his feet as well, "Right this way then." Crowe motioned to Samantha to follow him. Marcy fell in behind Samantha as they marched their way through the corridors until they arrived at a set of elevator doors. Crowe entered and the ladies followed in behind him. "We are going underground, Samantha," said Crowe. His back was towards the ladies standing behind him. Samantha found herself wanting to draw closer to Crowe. He smelled amazing. She wanted to breathe him deeply. She did not understand why she felt a small amount of attraction towards him. She cleared her throat and stepped back further to create as much distance as possible between the two of them. "Marcy, do we know where Doctor Mallory is right now?" Crowe asked. "Yes sir, he is finishing breakfast in his residence," Marcy answered politely. Samantha cut her eyes over at the petite assistant who had mercilessly overseen the rape and sexual abuse of her body a day ago. Marcy saw her looking at her and gave her a subtle wink. Samantha's eyes widened in shock and she quickly looked away. The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened to reveal the small receiving area of the residence floor. The trio exited and began the long march down the hallway to reach Sean's apartment. Samantha's eyes were fixed on the tall handsome man in front of her. Her gaze rested on his butt. The tailored pants flowed wonderfully around his sculpted cheeks. The masculine sway and confident steps were causing her to want to walk closer to him and take another deep smell of his amazing cologne. He stopped at the door and Samantha nearly walked into him from behind. Crowe knocked and then entered. Lydia was clearing away Sean's plate and he stood from his seated position, startled by the surprise appearance. He saw Crowe enter and then he saw that beautiful auburn hair cascading down Samantha's shoulders. A warm smile crossed his face. Samantha walked in and upon seeing Sean she instinctively ran to him and they embraced. They held each other tightly. "Are you okay, Sam?" Sean whispered in her ear. "Yes," She sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry that you are here!" He said. She sobbed harder. "This is so touching, isn't it Marcy?" Crowe said clapping his hands together, "I'm so glad we don't have to do introductions and get through all of that weird, get to know ya, shit." "Sam, it's going to be okay now," Sean said over and over in her ear trying to settle her down. He looked up at Crowe, "I swear to God if you have hurt her in any way," "What Sean? What are you going to do? I thought we got passed all of this bullshit already?" Crowe said. Sean steadied himself and pushed Samantha back away and helped her sit down on his couch, and he sat down next to her. Lydia brought a box of tissues over and began helping to wipe her tears, while Crowe sat down on the couch opposite of them. "Now, let's get down to business, shall we." Crowe said confidently, "Samantha you will be staying in the room immediately adjacent to Sean. I want the two of you working as closely as possible on this. Marcy is going to give you your access tag so that you can move about freely." Marcy approached with a large syringe and stuck it into Samantha's arm. Samantha winced as she injected the large RFID tag under her skin. "That tag will allow us to know where you are at all times, as well as give you access to rooms and such that you need access too," Crowe explained, "Your lab is on the bottom level and after today it should have been fully supplied with everything on the list that Sean gave us. If you ever need anything else, then just let Marcy know and I will get it to you asap." "The lab is coming together, we should be able to start work tomorrow," Sean said. "That's great news, Sean. I want weekly updates on how everything is going, and just so we are clear, Sean and Samantha; I can see and hear everything that you do down here. There's nothing that will be hidden from my eyes or my ears. If you are thinking of doing something sly or dangerously evil...just don't. I will always be one step ahead of you." Dreamscape Ch. 04 Sean cut his eyes over to Lydia who was washing some dishes. She wouldn't look up at him. Crowed noticed his glance. "Aw yes, young Lydia. She's a fine woman isn't she Sean?" Crowe asked. "Lydia," Shouted Crowe as he stared at the two scientists seated across from him. Lydia immediately stopped what she was doing and quickly marched over in her three-inch heel and maids uniform to stand next to Crowe. "Kneel down." Crowe said. Sean looked on in horror at what might come next. He had confided in her and did not even think about the fact that Crowe would know what was happening. "Yes, Sean, I know all about your little spy plans," Crowe said as he ran his hands down the back of Lydia's smooth black hair. "Crowe..." Sean said. Crowe grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her head backwards. She screamed out and Samantha grabbed Sean's arm. Sean leaned forward. "Ah, ah, ah..." Crowe said as he produced a knife from his jacket pocket. Sean stopped in his tracks. Lydia began to breathe heavily as Crowe ran the knife down the side of her cheek and across her neck. "It would be a shame to see such a beautiful woman cut to pieces over something like this, don't you think Sean." Crowe said as he ran his tongue roughly up Lydia's cheek. "It was my idea Crowe, leave her alone, whatever she said she was going to do it was all my idea." Sean pleaded as he looked at Lydia's scared expression. "Oh, I know it was your idea, Sean, you see Lydia belongs to me, and you can't have her...and now I'm not sure I can trust her any longer," Crowe said as he pushed the blade into her cheek causing a small dot of blood to appear and begin rolling down her face. "Crowe!" Sean shouted. "Marcy, what happens to the girls here after I know longer require their services?" Crowe asked, as he looked Sean in the eye. "They disappear, sir." Marcy said in a calm cool tone of voice. Crowe ran the knife blade down Lydia's neck until it met the top of her maids uniform. He slipped it inside and quickly slit open her top. Samantha squealed in horror as the woman's large round breasts spilled out into the open air. Crowe ran his knife gently over the heaving chest of the young Latina. He grazed the blade over an erect nipple, and then ran it back up the side of her breast. "Lydia, do I still require your services?" Crowe asked. "Yes sir," She said in her thick Hispanic accent. Crowe paused. "I believe I do too...for now," Crowe said smiling at the two captives across from him. Crowe put his knife away and released the hold on Lydia's hair. "So we are all clear...do nothing to piss me off. Just do your jobs and get this drug ready for production, and Lydia and you and your families will all be the better off for it. Do we all understand each other?" Crowe asked the room of captives. They all nodded a small nod of ascent. "Very good!" Crowe stood and dragged Lydia to her feet with him. He dragged her topless form to the door as Marcy followed behind. Sean and Samantha stood to see what would happen to her. They young Latina stood with her head down and eyes to the floor. Crowe put a finger under her chin and lifter her face to his. He smiled warmly at her and then brought a quick backhand across her face. She toppled to the floor. Sean and Samantha both rushed to her as she fell. Crowe held the door open for Marcy. "Sean, I trust you will show Samantha around, and then tomorrow you will get to work, do you understand," Crowe said standing in the doorway. Sean nodded. Crowe closed the door behind him. "Oh my god, Lydia," cried Samantha as she tried to comfort the young woman. "It's ok, I'm ok," Lydia said as she pushed herself up from the floor. Samantha brought Lydia's cut open top back over to her and tried to cover up the voluptuous exposed brown breasts that dangled free. They helped her back over to the couch. Samantha went and fetched some water from the kitchen area and brought it back over. All three seated and sat staring at each other in shock and horror. They now knew they could not talk openly. Sean was devastated and knew that this would set back his plan weeks if not months behind what he hoped. "I'm so sorry Sam, I'm so sorry you are here!" Sean said as Samantha gently comforted Lydia. "Sean, what the hell is going on? How long have you been here? How did you get here? Did he hurt you? Are you being blackmailed like me?" Samantha's questions just rolled off her lips. "Yes, I've been blackmailed," Sean said. He then proceeded to systematically share all that had happened to him in the last few days to bring them to this point. Samantha stared and listened in stunned silence at the tail Sean told. He conveniently left out the part about him requesting Samantha to be here with him. When he finished he looked up to see Samantha moving away from Lydia and over to where Sean was. She sat next to him and wrapped her fair skinned arms around him. "Sean, this is so horrible," She began, "What are we going to do?" Sean wrapped his arms around Samantha and they held each other. He reveled in the embrace of the woman he had so longed to hold but never been able too. She felt amazing against him. Her smell, her curves, all of her melting into him. It was hard to fix his mind on the matter at hand. "First thing we have to do is figure out how to talk with each other so that we can't be spied on," Sean said, "Lydia, go into my closet and find some clothes to put on." Lydia got up and sauntered away. "After all that has just happened I'm not sure we can trust her anymore," Sean whispered into Samantha's ear. "Whispering is going to be the best way to talk," Samantha said, "Just like this." She said as her lips brushed his ear. Goosebumps formed on his arms as her warm breath entered his ear and her lips brushed the sensitive erogenous zone. "Yes," he said as he pulled his mouth next to her ear. She shivered at the close proximity and the warmth. "We are going to get even Sam," Sean said, "I have a plan that you are going to help me work out to get our revenge and take this asshole down." "I'm in," replied Samantha, "Just tell me what to do, I wanna fuck that bastard the way he fucked me." "You mean he?" Sean asked, "No," said Samantha, "he didn't, but he had horrible things done to me, and he has it all on film and he threatened to put it all online if I don't cooperate," "Yes, me too." Sean said. "So what are we going to do?" Samantha asked. "We are going to make him his drug, but we are going to control it and in the end control him." Sean said. "Do you think we can do this?" Samantha asked. "We don't have a choice, Sam, we have to make this work if we have any chance of getting out of here alive." Sean replied. Lydia entered the room dressed in one of Sean's shirts. She saw the two embracing and speaking softly into each other's ears. "What are you talking about?" She asked politely. The startled couple separated and turned to look at the young Hispanic woman. "Lydia, we were just catching up," Sean said trying to throw her off. "Sean," Lydia said, "You have to believe me, I didn't know about any of this, I even tried to warn, Doctor Prescott this morning." "She did try and help me and tell me you were down here," Samantha said "Stop talking, right now, everyone," Sean said. He walked up to Lydia and brought his lips close to her ear. She leaned in and pressed her large firm breasts against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Samantha felt a twinge of jealousy as she watched Sean take the young girl in his arms. "I'm not sure what happened yet, but I know that I still need you up there, I'm going to have to take a chance and trust you," Sean said gently into her ear. Lydia stood on her tiptoes and whispered back, "I belong to you Sean, I may fuck him and do what he tells me to do, but I'm so tired of being his whore. I'm tired of sucking his blistered, bloody cock, and I just want to be free. I will tell him what he wants to hear so that he will not kill me, I will help feed him information so that I can stay alive, but I want nothing more than to be free." She moved her lips back to his cheek and planted a soft gentle kiss with her large bee-stung lips. Sean relished the kiss and felt a stirring in his pants. Samantha stood and cleared her throat. Sean came back to reality and stepped back from Lydia. "Ladies, I think it's time we take a tour and get Sam accustomed to our new home," Sean said as he walked to the door. "Yes, I think that would be great," Samantha answered. With that the trio were off on a tour of the underground complex. They kept their chatter to a minimum and spoke of nothing audibly that would allow Crowe or his goonies to know what was going on. After about an hour of walking around and getting a detailed tour of the lab they ended up back at Sean's residence. "Lydia, why don't you go in and make us some lunch. I'm going to take Sam over to her place and make sure she is comfortable," Sean said. Lydia moved inside and closed the door. Sean and Samantha moved a few steps down the hall to her door. She reached for the handle and she heard something unlock. She pulled the handle down and entered the room. It was a small apartment. It had a small living room area with a couch and a love seat. There was a tiny kitchen area with a small refrigerator. They walked through the living room to see to doors. One led into an average size hotel style bathroom and the other into a private bedroom with a queen-size bed. There were very simple and sparse decorations everywhere. "Wow," Samantha said, "Not quite the kings palace," she said poking Sean in the side. "Yeah, this is tiny," Sean said, "Why don't you just stay in my place," he leaned in close to her ear. Samantha jumped at the sudden closeness. "We can make our plans and work more quickly if we are together." Samantha spun around and wrapped her arms around Sean's neck and pulled his ear down to her mouth, "I'm not so sure that that's a great idea Sean, I want to get revenge, but if we work to closely all the time together then Crowe will get what's going on and just split us up some other way. We should play his little game for now, and then we can plan our move more subtly and set our trap for a later date." "Ok," Sean said, "but the invitation is still open at any time, my place is your place, until we can get out of here!" "Ok, Deal!" Samantha said and then pulled away. Sean hated when she pulled away. Her beauty fascinated him. She had no idea how gorgeous she was. She has as always been so enthralled with science and school that she never took the time to dress herself up and really use her assets to her greatest advantage. "Sean, I'm really tired," Samantha said, "I think I just want to take a shower and sleep so that we can get a good jump on this stuff tomorrow." "No problem, Sam," Sean said, "Get some rest, I'll come get you for breakfast." Samantha smiled a warm smile. Sean had developed into a manly man. Maybe it was because he was a familiar face, maybe it was because they were thrown into this crazy situation together, but she found herself smiling at her old friend in more than a friendly way. Sean said goodbye and closed the door behind him. He entered his apartment and Lydia met him at the door with a hug. "Wow, what is that for?" Sean asked. "For trusting me, for helping me, and for not treating me like a slave." Lydia answered. "Lydia, you are not my slave, I just want to help you." Sean said. Lydia pulled him tighter and whispered in his ear, "And I want to help you, Sean." Lydia gently kissed his neck and ran her hands over his back and down to his butt. Sean thought about resisting but the warm lips on his skin persuaded him to enjoy the intimacy for a moment. He could feel her large breasts pressing into his chest as her tongue darted out and licked his lobe. She pulled his butt up against her so that his crotch was pressed into her stomach. She could feel his erection beginning to grow. "Lydia, they are watching," Sean said as he mockingly tried to push her away. "I don't care, Sean, I want to show you and him that I can do whatever I want to do, it is my choice." Lydia said as she slid down his body on to her knees in front of Sean. Her hands came to his belt. It was undone along with the top button and zipper in about three seconds. Lydia pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion and Sean's penis snapped up against his stomach. With her hands on his hips she sat up on her knees and swallowed his dick in one smooth motion all the way to the base. Sean stumbled back against the door. Lydia followed keeping his dick in her throat. Sean put his hands on the back of her head and moaned loudly. "Oh god, Lydia," He said. She slid her mouth up the length of his shaft and then waited for him to push her head back down. She held it there until she felt him relax his hands and then she ascended his shaft. She put her hands on top of his to show him what she wanted. He quickly realized that she was wanting him to control the pace. He obliged. He put both hands on the back of her head and slowly pushed her head back down his shaft. He pressed down harder as she bottomed out against his pelvis. He lifted her head. She placed her hands behind her back and looked up at the man she hoped could save her life. He saw in her eyes a sign of love and hope and thankfulness. He pushed her head back down. He moaned again as her tongue shot out at the base and began flicking his ball sack. He lifted her head more quickly and without pause began pushing it back down. Now he was no longer waiting at the top or bottom. He lifted and pushed down and then lifted and pushed down again and again. He could hear her slobbering all over his cock. She moaned and gagged slightly as his hands gripped her head and he forcefully began shoving his cock into her throat. She never paused. She never stopped looking at him. He felt his balls swell. She saw his eyes roll back in his head. She felt the head of his dick swell and she slammed her mouth down over his cock as he erupted a string of cum inside her. She grabbed his hips and pressed her face harder into his pelvis. She could feel his dick throbbing as he ejaculated into her belly. His legs were trembling as he struggled to stand. She waited until his dick had quieted and then began a slow ascent back up. She stopped at the tip of his dick and licked it clean. He pushed her away at the overly sensitive gesture. She stood to her feet and kissed Sean passionately. Her tongue darted in and out. He embraced her and kissed her back. "Thank you, Lydia," Sean said into her ear. "I don't know how long this will take, I don't know if it will ever work, but while he can take my body when he wants it, I am giving my body to you when you want it or need it. I can do it very well, and I know it will help you." Lydia said into his ear. "You are an amazing woman, and I will do everything in my power to see that you are freed." Sean said confidently into her ear. She separated herself from him and took him by the hand. "I've made you some lunch, come eat," Lydia said leading him to the table. They sat and ate and talked about her past and all of the evil things Crowe had done to her. Sean was overcome with the cruelty and abuse that she had put up with. As they finished he was more determined then ever to see this through to the end. No matter what it cost!