0 comments/ 11013 views/ 0 favorites Distant Minds Ch. 01 By: Nakod Apa Chapter One - An Idea Proposed Sitting on the grass slope beside the library Sabbina gazes lazily across the lake. It's time to be getting back to her studies. Slowly she finishes the coffee in her flask. If only it weren't so pleasant with the early summer sun warming her oval face and long, chestnut hair. She gives in to temptation and, clasping her hands under her head, lays back musing on that last book she analysed. With one mighty heave he snapped his bonds and bounded to gather her in his strong arms. 'At last,' he murmured as he untied the ropes that held her. Sickening, sentimental, slush, she decides. But it's her own fault, choosing modern female pop stories as the subject for her thesis. Dreamily she redrafts it in her mind; He struggled with his bonds, his temper gradually rising; finally he found a weakness. Angrily he worked until it gave and, free at last, rushed to her side. Her relief faded as having unfastened her legs he ignored her bound arms and violently ripped away her clothes. He forced her legs apart and savagely drove in his already hard manhood. His thrusts were vicious as he vent his anger on her, his grasping hands bruising her soft boobs, his tool hurting her dry tunnel. 'Please! Please! Be gentle.' He ignored her pleas as he emptied himself into her. 'Together at last,' he murmured as he finally withdrew. He untied her arms. 'Never again will I let another man have you.' That was a fantasy she could relate to; there were times when she could wish to be that woman, to rouse that emotion and desire in a man, to be a vehicle for his pleasure and release. Not that she thought it very likely in this age of women's lib, with men too cowed by social pressures to allow their true natures to surface; deprived of the self esteem that is a prerequisite for the confidence required to satisfactorily take and service a woman. Long ago she had decided that men were designed to dominate women - at least in bed. That's what she wanted, needed, a man with the knowledge and confidence to fully take and use her. Born too late it doesn't seem she will ever find one. Wishing she lived in a previous century she reluctantly returns to her research. As she enters the library a tall, distinguished figure waiting beside the checkout counter moves, without apparent haste, to her side. 'Hi there, Miz Blunt,' he says. 'Why Professor Tobin it's good to see you again. How are you? How's your wife?' 'Oh, I'm fine. Can't say about Kate, though. She's my ex-wife now.' Aha! He's quite a turn on with his tight ass and the small tufts of white in his sideburns. She'd really fancied him when they'd been involved in that experiment he'd run for the Department of Parapsychology - but then, regretfully, he'd been married. Now it seemed he was available, so get going girl, no more backing off! 'Sorry to hear you're alone, but what can I do for you?' 'Well, we've come up with a rather revolutionary hypothesis and need a volunteer for a preliminary test. It's so way out we haven't got a hope of getting a grant at this stage, but if it seems to work we can apply for funding to run a full experiment.' 'You want me?' He ignores, maybe doesn't notice, the double entendre. 'Please. I shouldn't say this, but the results from last time showed you were the most psychically sensitive of all our guinea pigs. Sorry, test subjects. . . Anyway we . . . I . . . think you are the most likely to succeed this time.' He doesn't have to sell it to her, she has already decided to agree to anything that puts her close to his titillating torso. 'And how long will it take?' 'We've no idea, that's why we want to schedule it for when the University is down.' 'Look I'm a bit busy right now,' it isn't good tactics to show you're too keen, 'but if you can give me the details in the next day or so I'll certainly consider it.' 'Fair enough. How about over dinner? Say tomorrow night.' 'Why not?' 'Good. I'll book a table. Tucksanne's at eight?' 'I'll look forward to it.' Distant Minds Ch. 02 Chapter Two - Serena and the Duke Carefully Sabbina lays back on the bed, it wouldn't do to tangle the wires from the electrodes taped to her head. The mushrooms are already clouding her vision and making her disorientated. Incoherent images float in the peak of the mirrored pyramid which encloses her. She feels her consciousness dissolving into the fog ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The morning was bright, hot for the time of year, a lovely day. But still Serena was despondent, could not join in the feeling - not of happiness, more of relief - that enveloped the town. Yesterday's battle had been brief, designed to salvage a little honour rather than to provide any real opposition to the invaders. Afterwards the city fathers had been quick to accept the terms offered by the Bastard Duke. But, small though the bloodshed may have been, some men had been sacrificed. Among the dead was her Markko, her betrothed. Desolate, unable to settle, dressed only in a shift and plain kirtle, she idly roamed the narrow, twisting streets her mind filled with visions of her lost love and concerns for the future. Many men would welcome the chance to bed her, marry her, breed from her, but how was she to find another who would love her? She turned a corner and blindly bumped into a stalwart man, ornately dressed in cloth of gold. Oh no! The Bastard Duke in person. She backed away and dropped a curtsey, 'I'm sorry, My Lord.' 'Rise wench!' As she again stood he looked her up and down. 'And what have we here?' Moving close, he ran his knuckles lightly along her soft cheek. 'Definitely worthy of further study.' He lowered the hand, linking it with the fingers of his other to lightly encircle her slender neck. She tried to draw away but was held too tightly. Unclipping the front of her kirtle, his hands firmly grasped the yoke of her shift. He spread his arms wide tearing the material across and easing it, with the robe, off her shoulders and down her upper arms. He glanced at his two attendants who, with a well practised movement, each promptly gripped her with one hand under an elbow and the other on a wrist, locking her arms straight back and forcing her to lean forward and press her ripe breasts into his waiting palms. Briefly he weighed her boobs then, with obvious pleasure, squeezed and fondled each in turn before bending down and taking a neat nipple between his lips. 'Yes, I think you will please me mightily.' He turned and motioned the remainder of his escort to approach. 'Sergeant, take this one back to my quarters and inform my secretary I want her made ready to entertain me this night.' Distant Minds Ch. 02 Distant Minds Ch. 03 Chapter Three - The Duchess 'I don't understand. It was nothing like any dream I've had before; it was clearer and the details were complete. It was real and I was that woman. Yet I can't believe it was true - that it was what you expected.' 'Take your time and tell me about it.' For several minutes Bina stares at her hands where they rest folded in her lap then, her tone low and faltering, she starts to recount the story of the night. Peter, troubled by her tale, reaches out to cover her hands with his. As she comes to an end he leans and takes her in his arms, comforting her. 'My poor dear. I never imagined it would be like that. No wonder you're upset.' 'It's not so much upset as confused. I was taken and enjoyed in ways I'd always dreamt of, ways I'd prayed for a man to possess me. Yet it wasn't what I'd imagined. It was fine when I fantasised it, but as reality it was odious, although I still wanted it. Perhaps because I felt powerless to stop it - I had no choice but to submit. I'm no longer sure of what I want. . . . and now my mind tells me I should be satiated with sex, yet my body says nothing has happened to it. It's aroused, it's waiting, it wants to be used.' 'I don't know what to say.' To cover his uncertainty he gets up and moves to the cabinet in the corner. 'I think this calls for a drink. Brandy all right?' 'I guess so.' As she stretches an arm and takes the drink from him she looks deep in his eyes. Then, almost bemused she looks at the glass, throws her head back, drains it in one gulp and sets it on the small coffee table. 'Make love to me Peter. Hide the memory. Make me new.' Standing, automaton like, she starts to undress. First her blouse, then her bra fall to the floor in front of her. A quick thrust down and her slacks and thong join them on the carpet. Naked she falls back onto the couch, reaches out and grasps the waist band of his jeans with one hand while with her other she cups and gently squeezes his balls, before sliding her fingers up over the edge and down inside to find his bare flesh. 'Wait.' His cock is hardening within her caressing grasp as he undoes the belt and lets his pants fall around his ankles. Twisting to the side he sits next to her. Does he really understand her need - her need not just to be given reassurance and affection, but to be in control of events. It seems he does. Without saying a word he leans forward and fastens his lips to hers, his hand gently cupping an uptilted breast. Lightly his fingertips stroke the soft swell, move to its rigid point and trace the large brown aureole. His lips move lower to graze on her firm flesh, replacing his hand which glides down to the fine bush between her legs. Then he is kissing her breasts, licking and biting her nipples. She pulls his head to her, suckling him like a baby. Abruptly he moves lower still to place kisses around her pussy and down her inner thighs. 'Now, take me now.' She spreads her arms and grips the back of the couch. He briefly licks her clit then his mouth is back pressed against her closed eyes as he gently pushes the tip of his cock into her tight tube. Wrapping her arms around his neck Sabbina happily moans and lifts her hips to take him deep. The feel of him filling her, kissing her, gently loving and arousing her, brings contentment and slowly eases her trauma. He leisurely, almost languidly, pumps in and out bringing her to climax after climax as her body gradually harmonises with her mind. By the time he finally comes she feels complete and whole again. Comforted and reassured she lies in his arms. 'Thank you, Peter darling.' 'It's no more than you deserve. I asked a lot from you, and I'm going to ask again. You're worthy of all I can give.' 'You want me to try again?' 'Please. If you feel you can. But if you can't I'll understand.' 'For you I'll try once more. But not tonight, let me have a night off to recover.' 'Of course. We'll go out to dinner and after you can come back and spend the night in my bed.' Distant Minds Ch. 04 Chapter Four - Tequila Rose That evening Sabbina once more settled into the bed in the mirrored pyramid. As she sipped her drink and ate the magic mushrooms Peter attached the electrodes to her head. 'If they've registered nothing unusual so far it would seem they are a waste of time,' she said 'No way. Even a lack of evidence tell us something. . . . . And have you decided on where and when you will concentrate tonight?' 'I thought to make it as different as I could and try for the early days of the American wild west.' 'Good idea. . . . Right that's done,' he grinned, 'Sweet dreams.' She settled back and closed her eyes ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ As Clint went to feed the horses, a brief breeze swept through the door of their sod cabin and struck chill on Rose's bare, damp skin. With a quick shudder she slowly started dressing, her mind reviewing the events of the past hour - the feel of his warm flesh on her body, his palms weighing her breasts, his finger tips hardening her nipples, his lips exploring the satin of her inside thighs and, finally the tight grasp of her cunni squeezing his seed from him. It had been pleasant, it had filled a need, but what had become of the joy, the ecstasy, she was supposed to feel. She gazed idly out of the meagre window to where the early morning mist covered the plain, hiding the distant mountains and confined their universe to a few hundred yards. She'd clearly made a mistake. Was it in choosing to marry? Using him as her escape from an overbearing preacher father. But she'd had little option, since he was the best of a poor selection. Maybe, in time, she would come to respect him, even love him, but for now she was unsatisfied. It might, after all, have been better to wait and hope for a real man to come along. Or possibly her error was in insisting that he whisk her straight from the wedding onto the stagecoach and out west to this isolated homestead. She was finally free from her father's evangelistic fervour, but at what a price. Already, after only a month, the prospect of a future of lonely drudgery was more than she could bear. She accepted that life was also hard for him, especially compared to the ease of his clerk's job back east. But he was young, not as young as her, but young enough to adapt. His muscles were hardening already. She watched him stride toward the barn, the bucket of feed heavy on one arm, the other holding his gun - though he carried that more in hope of a rabbit than any expectation of needing it; cougars were scarce; Indians long gone to reservations; they owned nothing to tempt bandits. He turned the corner of the barn. 'Hold it! Drop the Winchester. Arms above your head.' The unexpected command carried faintly. A figure moved out of the shadows, its Colt a dull gleam. 'Sonny, get his gun.' A second figure moved from behind the barn door, reached down, and snagged the rifle. The one with the six shooter was tallish, raw-boned, with a couple of days of dusty greying stubble decorating his chin. The other, Sonny, was a mere stripling, barely her age of eighteen. 'Who's in the cabin?' The voice was husky from long hours on the trail. 'Only my wife.' Clint was nervous. 'Good. Lead the way. Sonny you help Dan.' He gestured with the Colt for Clint to start back to the cabin. As they turned a third figure shuffled from the barn. This one was three or four years older than Clint and, like the other two, covered in trail dust. He carried his left arm in a makeshift sling liberally spotted with dried blood. 'No sweat Tad. It's my shoulder that got hit, not my legs,' the figure said. Menaced by the gun Clint started back to the cabin. If he hadn't been so occupied using her, Rose thought, he might have heard their horses. Though she doubted he could have done anything, he was - had been - a clerk, not a fighter. As they entered she stared at them, green eyes wide, her fists tightly clasping the cloth of her pinafore. 'Good day to you, Mam.' The leader removed his Stetson with his left hand revealing grizzled, greying hair. 'I'm sure sorry to bother you, but Dan here got hiself shot by the posse, and we need to rest a while. Also we sure could do with some coffee and a flapjack or two. If yew would kindly oblige.' He glanced at Sonny, 'Take your eyes off her - yew've seen a skirt afore. Go find some rope. I can't stand here all day with my gun on this one.' 'But she sure is purty. Reckon I can't wait to get a piece of that.' 'Yew'll wait for as long as I say. Now get him roped up.' They all just stood while Sonny found a hank of rope and hog-tied Clint - first binding his ankles together then stringing them up behind him and roping them to his hands. Unable to move he was laid on the dirt floor, against the wall. 'What about that grub, Mam.' Tad reminded her as he took off his long leather coat and chaps. Rose turned to the stove, her auburn hair trailing, still tousled, to her waist. Briskly she fastened it back with a scrap of ribbon, her fingers combing out the worst of the tangles that had been created as Clint took her. Would she have to endure that Sonny between her legs; she trembled at the thought. The one they called Dan only had coffee - his wound was obviously troubling him - but the other two ate as if they had been on short rations awhile. Afterwards Tad looked at Rose, 'Where d'yew keep the whisky?' 'We don't. You'll find no demon drink in this house.' It might have been her preacher father speaking. 'Is that so. Well Sonny, I reckon yew'all are due a walk. Go look in my saddle bag. There's a bottle of tequila I been saving. Don't yew drink none, it's for Dan here. We gotta get that bullet out.' He stretched and meeting Dan's eyes said, 'Yew ready fur it?' 'As much as I ever will be. It's got to be done, but don't hurry, wait till the drink gets me.' His tone was low with an educated slant. Sonny returned with two bottles. 'You're not alone in keeping a spare.' 'Give one to Dan. Don't yew touch the other till we be finished. . . . Mam, get me a bowl of hot water and a sharpening stone.' When Rose took the steaming bowl to the table he was sharpening a hunting knife on the stone while Dan was guzzling one of the bottles of tequila. Sonny sat, his chair tilted back, tracking her with lascivious eyes. 'Here let me do it. I helped the local doctor for a while,' she offered; anything to keep occupied and away from Sonny. 'What yew reckon, Dan?' Dan mumbled vaguely; the drink had worked quickly on his empty stomach. 'Sonny, grab his legs. We'll put him on the bed.' Tad and Sonny lifted Dan and laid him on the edge of the double bed. 'Sit him up while I take off his shirt.' Rose told them. Together they propped Dan against the bed head. Gently she removed the sling and then the black wool shirt to expose the blood-caked wound. Carefully she washed the blood away. 'Knife,' she held out her hand. Tad gave her the sharpened blade. 'Tequila,' she took the bottle from Sonny, who was looking to drink a few ounces, and poured some over the blade. 'Why you wasting good licker?' Sonny demanded. Rose ignored him as she carefully probed the entry hole till she felt the bullet. 'Not very deep,' she observed. 'Naw, reckon it was a ricochet,' Tad said. 'You awake?' she pinched Dan's cheek. The only reply was a drunken snore. 'Right, hold him tight.' Rose carefully worked the knife under the lead and eased it to the surface amidst a flow of fresh blood. 'There it is,' she dropped the bullet into the bowl of water. 'Now put a pad over the hole and hold it till the bleeding stops.' Tad lowered Dan to lie flat along the side of the bed and pressed the cloth to his shoulder. Rose collected the bowl of now bloody water and Dan's shirt. Sonny followed her and, taking advantage of her loaded hands, pinched her ass then put his arms round her and grasped her breasts. 'Take your hands off my wife,' Clint shouted. 'Come and stop me,' Sonny taunted the roped figure by the wall. Tad was annoyed. 'Sonny! I warned yew. Keep yer hands off her till I say yer can. Now go and feed the horses.' 'What yew waiting fur?' Sonny stormed angrily out of the cabin. 'Thank you,' Clint said. 'Yew keep yur mouth shut or I'll gag yew. She'll be fucked as and when I say.' Tad turned to the bed. 'Come here . . . Rose.' Together they looked at Dan. 'He should be able to ride in a few days,' Tad opined, then turned and studied her. 'Now take that dress off.' Rose just stared at him uncertainly. 'Yew don't want me to rip it off, do yew?' Reluctantly she unfastened her pinafore, reached behind her and unbuttoned her gingham dress, then pulled it up over her head. 'Now yur shift.' Slowly she also pulled that over her head. He moved close and gently swept her long hair back over her shoulders exposing her ripe young breasts. Taking one and weighing it in his palm, his thumb traced its upper curve and then its large firm point. He felt her nipple rise and harden. His hands dropped to the string of her drawers, untied them, and pulled them down to her ankles. Naked she stood shivering before him. It was wrong, she had a husband, she should resist him. But Clint was only half a man, this Tad might be a villain but he was also a real man - her body lusted for him. He lifted and placed her, naked, alongside Dan who snored drunkenly, the pad on his wound held in place by his belt. She watched as Tad slipped his suspenders from his shoulders and lowered his pants. Clint, unable to intervene, closed his eyes. As Tad mounted her, she eagerly raised her knees and opened her legs. With one hand she traced the lips of her cunni to check that she was wet enough to accept him, with the other felt for his tool to prepare him. As he sucked her buds and his unshorn cheeks prickled her tits, her hand closed round his shaft. She was surprised how small it was - it made Clint's cock seem big. She rubbed him until she felt he could grow no longer then guided him inside. She took all of him yet still felt half empty. As he slid in and out she clenched her pussy muscles without avail. He seemed barely to have started when his sperm burst within her. All too soon he pulled out and rolled off. She felt cheated and unsatisfied, after all her expectations of a real fuck she'd hardly been aroused, she'd had no orgasm - was this the best she could expect? As he stood pulling up his pants the cabin door opened and Sonny returned. 'Please, not him,' Rose begged. 'Tough, Missy. I can only control him a piece. Anyways his bite ain't nearly so bad as his bark. He only ever hurt one skirt that I knowd of, and she be somewhat young and don't tell him he's her first.' He looked at Sonny. 'Those horses awright?' 'Yus, I turned them out to graze. They be all tuckered out, but I reckon they should be right for that job tomorer.' 'We'll have to talk about that. Be tricky without Dan along. Anywise yew get your oats first, then we'll plan. She be really something that one, ain't enjoyed me a skirt so much in years.' Sonny sauntered to where Rose lay, a blanket wrapped round her. He started to pull the cloth from her, but she gripped its edge tightly. After a brief tug he let go and lightly slapped her face, 'Don't yew make me angry, yew can't win.' Rose realised she couldn't stop him, better just to go passive and let him do what he wanted - get it over with; if she fought him he could hurt her even more. She relaxed her grip and he swiftly stripped the cover from her. He contemplated her naked form for several long moments, 'Dang me if that aint the purtiest pussy I ever did see.' Without taking his eyes from her body he shed his chaps and pants, then forcefully pinned her to the bed and climbed on top of her. Instinctively she clamped her long legs together, but he gripped her knees and pulled her thighs apart, knelt between them and nudged her entrance with his cock. He pushed her legs wider then, heedless as to whether she was wet, held her spread and forced his way in. Rose cried out at the sudden pain. 'Like it, don't you bitch?' he asked as he pulled part way out then quickly thrust home, completely filling her. Fortunately she was still damp from Tad. Soon he built up a rhythm, sheathing and unsheathing his whole length in her. To her surprise she was enjoying him, his cock did feel good in her cunni; she moaned and pushed back at him on each stroke. Tad leant back in the rocking chair. 'Ride her cowboy.' 'Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes.' Rose was moaning now as she approached her climax, while Sonny rammed her harder, his breath coming in short gulps. Fervently she tightened her cunni, grasping and squeezing his tool. Suddenly, noisily, they came together. He lay on top of her for a while recovering. She wanted to thank him, it had been better than anything her husband had given her, but she kept quiet; it might encourage him and would definitely upset Clint who, though trying to ignore her ravishing, must have heard her cries of pleasure. Dressed again Sonny sat on the side of the bed . Later there was quiet for a space as, temporarily satisfied, Tad and Sonny drowsily drank and rested, Dan gently snored while Rose, wrapped in an old, woollen robe, busied herself tidying the dishes before preparing another pot of coffee. With a deep groan Dan stirred and opened his eyes. 'Hades, my head,' he said. 'That's the tequila,' Tad told him. 'Some of Rose's coffee will see yew right. . . . How's the shoulder?' Dan carefully moved it a fraction. 'Sore, but no great pain. Give me a couple of days and I can try the trail.' 'But what about the plan for tomorer?' Sonny asked Tad. 'Don't knows as if we can have one,' he replied. 'Timing would be ideal. Hit the bank agin while the posse's still out hunting us. But it's a three man job. Two inside and one to hold the horses and keep watch. But Dan here aint fit to ride so there's only us two.' 'I could hold the horses.' Clint said. 'You'll do no such thing.' Rose was furious. 'You think you can rob a bank and come back here as if nothing's happened. They'll catch up with you anyway.' 'Wouldn't come back here. I've had this farming shit. Reckon I'd take me to the West Coast.' 'And what about me?' 'And what about you? You can come if you wish. If not I can find me another gal in Angeles, you're all the same in the sack.' 'You're no great catch yourself. Look at you, roped up like some steer. You're just bitter because I didn't struggle to stop Tad and Sonny having me. 'Whoa! You two,' Tad intervened. 'I haven't said we would take you.' 'Why don't we?' Sonny said. 'It's simple enough.' Tad considered Clint for a while. 'Okay, you're on. Once Dan's fit to ride he can meet up with us at . . . Redtop Rock.' He turned to Dan 'Reckon yew can find that?' Dan thought. 'Guess so.' 'But the horses aint rested yet.' Sonny said. 'I knows that but if we take it real easy till dark, then come the morning they should be recovered, and we only have a short ride to town. Means we can get there early and scout the bank for a whiles.' Tad went over to Clint and untied the rope. 'Yew've got time for one for the road, if you want her. Dan keep your eye on him, see he don't back out. Cummon Sonny, lets go and saddle up.' Without a backward glance they left, slamming the door behind them. Clint rose stiffly to his feet. As he stretched his cramped muscles he reflectively looked Rose up and down. 'No you don't.' She said. 'You go with them, then you don't get to jump my bones again.' 'Who wants to? You never were much good in the sack. Reckon I'll find me one that's nice and tight when I gets to the coast.' He paused. 'On the other hand that could be a whiles, so I reckon I just might give you a going away present.' Still tight muscles making him a little clumsy he stepped toward her. Rose backed away toward the stove and clutched an iron skillet. As he got close she raised it threateningly. With a sudden lunge he grabbed and twisted her arm causing her to drop the heavy metal. Still gripping her he dragged her to the bed and pushed her onto it. Holding her down with one hand he unfastened his belt and dropped his jeans. Lifting her robe he forced her thighs apart and positioned his cock at her slit. As he drove into her she reached beneath him, grabbed his balls and squeezed hard. He shrieked. Keeping a tight grip she slid off his cock and wriggled out from under him. 'What the Hades?' Dan exclaimed. 'You keep out of this,' Rose told Dan. She looked at Clint whose face was grey and contorted with pain. 'What an apology for a husband. Get another woman. Huh, you've no idea how to treat one. Not once have you satisfied me. Get out, I've done with you.' She dodged the half swing he threw at her and squeezed his gonads harder. He whimpered with pain. Abruptly she let go. 'Get out! I never want to see you again.' Gingerly he crouched and pulled up his pants. Dan looked at him and picked up his Colt. 'Don't think of it, just get going.' All was quiet following Clint's departure; Dan just sat nursing his sore shoulder while Rose stared into space and wondered what she would do now she was alone. After a while Dan said, 'Some food would be nice.' Rose stirred and began unthinkingly to tidy the cabin, feed the stove, and fill the coffee pot. 'There's only flapjacks, or maybe a plain omelette,' she told him. 'Doesn't matter. Anything to fill the hole behind my belt.' She watched him as he struggled one-handed to eat the food. Should she help him? Cut it into bite-sized pieces he could easily spoon up? No, he had his pride. Though he didn't seem as rough and simple as Tad and Sonny. 'How come you ride with them two?' She asked. 'Long story,' he said. 'I was doing okay playing the tables on the river boats back east, when I made the mistake of cleaning out a high rolling gambler called Duke O'Leary. He took it bad and with a few chums rigged a game, then accused me of cheating. I was lucky to get away in one piece. I rode west, but my stake was soon running low since no-one wanted to have a hand of cards with me - reckon they had me pegged as a professional. Which, of course, I am. Then I met up with those two and it seemed they offered the only way to recoup my fortunes. Hasn't turned out too well.' 'Didn't think you was quite like them,' she said. 'You can stay awhile, if you wants. With that apology of a husband gone I'll need a man around the place.' 'Not my scene. The Good Lord made me a gambler. I need the kick, the excitement. I'll take it kindly if I can rest up a day or so then I'll head out to the West Coast. . . . . You can ride along if you want.' She suddenly realised he was offering her a way out of the toil and drudgery that a few hours ago was all she had to look forward to. 'What other choice do I have?' 'Can't promise you high fashion crinolines, though I'll do my best. Perhaps having you as my woman will change my luck. . . . Is there any of that tequila left for a toast to us?' 'You know I don't believe in it?' 'I understand, but don't get extreme. It's all right in moderation. You need to know thine enemy. Come, just one won't hurt you.' 'If you insist.' 'Good, that's my Rose, my 'Tequila Rose'. Now let's see how well we suit each other.' He put his good arm round her, his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her toward him. His lips found hers, gently at first then with increasing urgency. Instinctively she parted her lips and felt his tongue enter and explore her mouth. He felt a need in her, a desire not just to be entered but to be loved and reassured. He plastered her face with little kisses, the damaged arm in its sling pressed hard against her firm boobs. Distant Minds Ch. 04 'Come.' He drew back and taking her by the shoulder led her to the bed. Sitting her down he stood before her. He wanted to strip the robe from her, feast his eyes on her fair, young body but, conscious of her mood, he first struggled one-handed to remove his clothes. Rose leant forward and placing her hand on his said, 'Let me.' Her other hand stroked his chest, still bare from extracting the bullet. Swiftly she unfastened his belt, unbuttoned the front of his jeans, slid the material to his ankles. She drew him sideways onto the bed and rising, knelt before him to remove his boots and slip the jeans off his feet. Standing again she undid the robe and let it slide from her shoulders. Naked, she invited him to admire her young, slender body. He consumed her with his eyes - her neck, her shoulders, her arms, her breasts, her thick bush - while she admired his taut stomach, hard hips, strong legs, and long stiff cock. Stretching out a hand he drew her to him. 'It will be difficult with that shoulder,' she commented before pushing him on his back and straddling his hips with her thighs. 'Let me do the work.' Studiously she ran her hands over his torso exploring the warmth of his flesh, the strength in his well defined muscles. Leaning forward she took his nipple between tight lips feeling it grow into a hard little bud as her tongue played across its surface. Pulling back she looked down at his cock - it was ready. Holding it upright between gentle fingertips she positioned herself over it and sank down to take his full length. He breathed in sharply, then moaned. His one good hand reaching to caress her ripe young breast. Slowly, tenderly, she pulled nearly all the way off then pushed back down. Bigger than Tad he filled her fully. Gentler than Sonny he satisfied a longing of which she had been unaware. It didn't take long - she was nearly there, she was going to climax; he sensed it and arched his back, driving up into her. Then she was coming, moaning, triggering his orgasm, feeling his seed erupt inside her. Afterwards she lay beside him as he lovingly stroked her breasts and tasted her lips. 'Yes,' Rose thought, 'this was a man she could come to love. She would trek with him to the coast and grasp life and ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sabbina opens her eyes and gazes at her reflection in the mirrored sides of the pyramid that encloses her. The night has again been different. But more importantly realization has come at last - she'd been wrong to decide her need was to serve a master. These three mind trips, dreams - whatever they were - have told her that in truth she doesn't want to be dominated by a man; though she does still wanted a man with the knowledge and confidence to fully take and use her. Perhaps, in Peter, she's found one. When, some half-an-hour later, he comes to rouse her she's still lying, eyes closed. 'Well, how did it go this time?' He's cheerful. 'Very well. I think you'll like this one.' 'Come then, tell all.' Peter sits on the side of the bed. When she has finished he says, 'Two points. Firstly, it looks as if we are going to need several more sessions with some other subjects to check what sort of experience they have. We need something other than just sex, and more sex. What we have so far will make people wonder about how sure you can be that these visions are real. 'Secondly we need to be sure they are not be just you working out your subconscious needs. Specifically your sexual needs. Each time you have been fucked several times. Critics would say that fundamentally they are all just your sexual fantasies.' 'I don't see how it can be simply dreams, though I will agree that it has helped me discover just what my needs are.' 'And what are they?' 'Not what I thought. I'm still not totally sure but I'm beginning to believe that what I really want is variety. To try and experience all the ways and relationships there are. To be taken and to take.' 'Personally, I can go along with that.' Peter said. 'Quite apart from the experiment, I suggest you move in with me and become my partner.' Sabbina is overwhelmed. She knows a surge of happiness. 'Oh! Yes! I will.' She reaches out and folds her arms around him. 'But I would still like to try one more session.' He is reluctant, 'All right. Just one more, and then that will be enough for you. We'll try and find some other subjects.' Distant Minds Ch. 05 Chapter Five - Rebirth The following evening Sabbina fixes the electrodes to her head one final time and settles into the bed under the pyramid. Part of her is glad that this will be her last visit to the past, though part of her wishes she could continue her travels and explorations. Still Peter is right. Just this one last time - for now. Secretly she reserves the right to visit again sometime in the future. But where to go now? Perhaps even further back; perhaps the Stone Age ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The procession wound slowly along the worn, rocky path and up the dark, heather cloaked hillside. At its head two acolytes with flaming torches lit the way. Behind them came first the priest then, step by cautious step, Sela - the new High Priestess. The rest of the clan plodded after them, including the chosen one whose virginity would, this night of rebirth, be surrendered to The Goddess. Sela lurched as she caught her toe on a large stone. Careful, it wouldn't do for her to stumble at this time, that would undermine the clan's confidence in her; suggest that Mother Earth had deserted her, and them, and that she should be replaced. She fixed her gaze on the broad shoulders of Rawk, the priest, as he strode ardently ahead. As their elected clan mother - their spiritual leader - it had fallen to Sela to pick the priest. Rawk had proved a good choice, performing his duties satisfactorily and, in addition, being a pleasing and agreeable mate when the rituals demanded they openly copulate. There was no-one in the clan more suited to performing the ceremonial seeding of the virgin. A soft south-westerly wind caressed her cheek. Her gaze drifted up past the bright moon to where the stars shone clear this night of Beltane - this night of no-time between spring and summer when new life sprang forth. It augured well for a joyful rebirth and bountiful harvest. Her thoughts went back to when, during the time-honoured exchange of females, she had been given to this clan. That year she had been the one chosen to be deflowered on the great altar. Then the priest had been a halt, repellent man. She could still recall the sudden pain when he'd rammed his meat into her tight tunnel - how she had cried out. Which had only made him thrust harder, for he was one who believed that the louder an offering screamed the greater the veneration of our Earth Mother. At first she had not understood why her predecessor as High Priestess had chosen him to be the Priest. Then, as other men enjoyed her, Sela came to realise it was because he had the largest shaft of any in the clan and was the only man who could properly satisfy that woman. Unfortunately it meant other females, like herself, who could be well pleasured by more normal men, had to suffer when he chose to take them. Clan gatherings were happier since she'd had him replaced. The lights disappeared momentarily as the acolytes went over the ridge and down into the saucer shaped hollow of the sacred site. The sheep who cropped turf short stirred restlessly and moved away. As they reached the high palisade enclosing the shrine the acolytes moved to stand guard, one at each side of the entrance. Rawk continued into the sacred enclosure and led the line three times widdershins round the large altar stone at its centre. Stopping he turned to face the assembly, Sela slightly behind him on one side, the virgin, with her minders, on the other. The moonlight fell full on his well-defined features and curly beard as he raised his arms to start the ritual; his deep, melodic tones gripping all who heard. 'To this hallowed place we come to show all that is in our hearts. . . The blood of ancients runs through our veins. . . The years may pass but the circle of life remains. . . .We are here to honour the Goddess, our Earth-Mother who by her union with Beltane, her husband and lover, our father and protector, gives life anew.' He paused and slowly looked at each member of the clan in turn then asked, 'What gifts doth our Earth-Mother give, that we may share the renewal of life?' Together they replied, 'The waters of life and the joys of mating.' Once more he questioned them, 'And how do we know these gifts?' Their response was enthusiastic, 'By drinking of the waters and uniting seed with egg.' The priest gestured to an acolyte who handed him a large bowl filled with alcohol. Saying, 'Consecrate these waters, and let all who will honour the Mother partake of them,' he took a sip then returned it to the acolyte to be passed around the throng so that each could drink. Rawk waited motionless, a silent, commanding figure, until the cup had travelled the circle and returned to the start, where it was placed in Sela's hands. She drank, then spilled the remaining liquid across the altar, proclaiming, 'Oh Earth-Mother who gives life we praise thee. Remember us and speak to us in our hearts. Give us your teachings and laughter, become one among us here tonight. By our offering we do thank and honour thee.' It was time. The priest motioned for the maiden to be stood before the altar. Firmly he placed his hands on the virgin's shoulders and kissed her forehead, eyes and mouth before unclasping her white robe and letting it slip to the ground. Slowly he surveyed her as she stood naked before the clan, pleased that, as was meet for an offering, she was curvaceous and desirable. She trembled slightly - whether from the breeze or nervous expectation he was unsure. At last he cried, 'Oh come, Goddess divine! Whom I invoke with this sign.' Lowering his head he pressed his lips to each of her firm, thrusting boobs in turn before continuing, 'That all may see, in vision clear, her wondrous twin pillars rear.' Kneeling he briefly licked and nuzzled her clit, making her moan. 'Thus with adoring kisses I anoint, her life giving grail's most central point.' Now he stood upright again and eased the girl back to lie on the altar stone. 'By rushing wind and leaping fires, grant me the wine of my desires,' he beseeched the sky, letting his woollen robe fall to join the virgin's on the ground. Proudly he displayed his rigid cock to the clan. 'When now before ye doth uprear, my masterly, heroic spear, open to me the joyous way, that 'twixt a woman's legs doth lay.' A hand on each thigh he spread the maiden's legs wide apart. 'Come, foot to foot and lip to lip. So thigh to thigh and breast to breast. With my lifted lance I fill her grail, affirming thus the power of the male.' Stretching out on her recumbent body, Rawk raised his hips, positioned the tip of his cock between the nether lips of the virgin and with a hard lunge of his hips drove deep into her. She gave a sharp cry as her hymen split. 'Let all assembled behold aright; how mighty lance with yearning grail unite.' He started thrusting, slowly building the rhythm toward a climax. 'And how my lusty, renewing flood, grant life to courseth in her blood.' Voice raucous with passion he exulted as he filled the maiden with his hot seed. Temporarily spent he rested a moment before withdrawing his now limp cock, climbed off her and, rising from the altar, moved to stand beside his High Priestess. Loosening her robe Sela shrugged it from her shoulders and now she also stood gloriously naked before them, allowing all to admire her inviting curves. Surveying the intent assembly she proclaimed, ''Twas thus ordained from the dawn of days, that at women's altars men shall praise. So shall a woman's joyous grail, grant men an ecstasy that never fail.' Her eyes searched among the males, selected a young warrior and motioned for him to join her. 'Let us all link hand to hand, as before our Goddess we stand. . . . Come let us feel our senses surge, and with the one Great Spirit merge. . . Thus may our revered ancestors know, that we are faithful here below. . . Go! Worship as of old, our Goddess of mysteries manifold.' The priest echoed her bidding with, 'Come, let all joyously honour the Mother, and with our bodies bare, each praise another.' There was a swirl of movement from the worshipping throng as they shed their robes. Every man grasped a woman, pulled her to the short, dry turf and vigorously entered her. Nor was Sela omitted. The stalwart young warrior she had selected grabbed her by the waist and pushed her back against the altar. A movement at the corner of her eye told her that Rawk was again claiming his right to possess the body of the sacrificial maiden. Tradition held that the priest could use and enjoy her until the new moon; then for the days until the following new moon she would be available for the pleasure of any unmarried warrior. Only after that was she allowed, if she wished, to select a husband from those who had used her. Sela, herself, had decided not to take a husband, or at least not for a year or two. In the meantime she had been elected to be their High Priestess - the leader and protector of the tribe. The warrior she had chosen to pleasure her was somewhat clumsy and rough; his hands harsh on her sensitive breasts; his cock impatiently stabbing at her entrance as she eagerly opened her thighs and raised her feet. Not that she minded, there were times, as now, when she preferred passion to skill - enjoyed being taken hard, letting brute instincts triumph. Now he was slamming into her, his breathing strident. Maybe it was her imagination but he didn't feel as large as the last time she'd had him fuck her. She lifted her legs higher to try and force him deeper, and tightened her muscles in an attempt to harvest the produce of his balls. At last he came - yes, she could feel him come, but she was still unsatisfied. Firmly Sela pushed him from her and looked for another to give her relief. Rawk was just withdrawing from the offering's tunnel, had he enough stamina to ride her as well, to fill her still hungry cunni? She reached out and grasped his arm. 'Me! Now fuck me!' She commanded. Carefully the priest adjusted Sela's position on the altar stone before lowering his still firm cock to her opening. Slowly he started to thrust, his hips driving him deeper and deeper until he was sheathing and unsheathing his full length on each drive. She moaned as her pulsating pleasure grew. 'Yes, yes. Oh! harder, faster ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Oh! Oh, God! That's it.' Sabbina arches her spine and almost faints with the strength of her climax. Slumping back, gradually she becomes aware of her surroundings. Slowly she registers the reflections in the pyramid's mirrored peak - the strong bare ass and pumping hips of her rider, his long blond hair bouncing with each thrust. 'Ah, yes. Harder . . . Peter darling. . . harder,' she moans. Wait! That's not Peter! Those muscles, that back! It's Rawk! It's the priest fucking her, his mind oblivious to anything except filling her with his sperm! Twisting her head in panic she dislodges a couple of the electrodes. Desperately, she tries to wriggle from beneath him. She can't, his weight is too great. Feverishly groping around she at last finds and presses the panic button. Peter Tobin rushes in 'What's wrong?' With a triumphant bellow Rawk erupts, his hot sperm filling Sabbina's cunni. Peter takes in the taut, muscular man, 'Who's he? Where did he come from? How did he get in here?' 'He's from my vision. He's from the past. Oh! Get him off me!' She is barely coherent. Rawk, his passion spent, doesn't resist as, with Peter pulling and Sabbina pushing, he is rolled off her and onto the floor, his cock sliding from her slit with a wet slurp. Glancing up he takes in the smooth mirrored walls of the pyramid; his mouth opens in amazement. Terrified, he curls up in a corner. Gently Peter takes Sabbina in his arms before carefully removing the remaining electrodes. 'What do you mean he's from your vision?' 'Just that." Sabbina is trembling. "I was a priestess at a pagan ceremony. He was the priest. He was fucking me, then I woke up and he was here, still fucking me." As Peter tries to absorb the situation Rawk spies the open door. Abruptly he is up and, the leather hard soles of his feet slipping on the polished floor, he makes his escape. Stop him! Catch that revenant!' Shouting Peter rushes after him. 'He's our result, he's our grant money, our funding.' Authors note: To be continued in the future.