0 comments/ 6087 views/ 2 favorites Guilt-Free Fantasies By: sammdavis113 Chapter 1 About once a week, Eloise would to come to Bartlebee's long before she started dating Cody. The coffee was amazing and the shop was near the community college on Central next to the Laundromat. The laundry machines as her apartment were either always broken, or being used. So at least once a month she would bring her clothes to the Laundromat. She always hated to wait for her clothes to dry, and so one day she wandered around outside where she stumbled upon Bartlebee's. On her first visit to the coffee shop, she met who was eventually going to be her best friend. When Eloise walked in that day, her appearance was generally disheveled, draped in old sweats and her husband's t-shirt, she wasn't anticipating the need to look or be engaging. When she ordered her latte, she could see who she now knows as Cindy there alone, reading a book and sipping some Chai Tea. Eloise was known for being outgoing and social and so it wasn't uncommon for her to pull up a chair and introduce herself despite her appearance.. She learned that Cindy was new to the area and just trying to find out what was around downtown. The two hit it off that day and have been friends ever since. They would occasionally run into each other at Bartlebee's. At first they would share back stories and a little gossip. Over time they became close and began to socialize more, having more outings together and with their men. They even as couples joined a bowling league. Jake had mentioned he liked bowling as a kid, and for some reason, since they were all trying to get to know each other, they ran with it. The "Four Fumblers," their own choice for their team name, indeed came in 2nd to last, only to another team that quit halfway through the season. But today's meeting was different for Cindy. Over the previous week, she and Eloise had sent texts back and forth, and both had an eagerness to talk each other. Cindy arrived before her friend and decided to order. "Hi Cindy, grande triple latte no foam?" the woman at the counter asked. "Yes and hello." Cindy responded with tempestuous reserve. Both Cindy and Eloise were well known to the staff because of how long they had been going there. The shop was known for having a high employee turnover as one would expect; local college students would rotate in and out over the years. But Lisa, the woman at the counter, was older, and recently became the manager. In addition to running the place, she would often be at the front counter which is what she enjoyed most. Cindy and Lisa shared typical small pleasantries until her coffee arrived. "I'm waiting for Eloise so I am going to grab our spot," Cindy said as she headed towards the back to a solitary table, a little out of view of the rest of the seating area. Even though the table was near the back kitchen, they liked the reclusiveness it provided from the rest of the customers. Two couples were sitting towards the back near their table, but they were generally out of earshot and Cindy didn't feel the need to find another spot. At the table, she noticed that the old table cloths had been removed and replaced with butcher paper and a cup of crayons were provided, apparently to keep patrons busy; or more accurately, as summer was around the corner, the crayons could provide a welcome distraction to smaller kids on their school break. Cindy grabbed one of the crayons and started making meaningless doodles. After sitting, doodling and sipping her coffee for a few minutes, she brought out her phone to see what time it was, and to text Eloise, who was not known for being late. As she did, she could hear Eloise's talking with Lisa at the front counter asking if she had been in yet. "I'm here," Cindy offered in a raised voice to ensure her friend could hear her. "Ok sweets, let me get my tea." Eloise chanted back and in a short time she arrived at their table. Cindy was anxious to speak with Eloise. As Eloise sat down Cindy took a deep breath, a gasp of excitement blurted out "Oh my God, you will never believe what..." but was interrupted "Hon, how are you?" Eloise said with glimmer of shy naughtiness in her eye. More..... "Ok, oh Eloise, this is going to seem crazy. You know how much I love Jake and you know, well, we have a damn good time." Cindy began. "Cindy, slow down, I'm not going anywhere." "Ok, but this is weird Eloise. A few weeks ago as I was going to bed I found Jake watching this....this porno." she tried to say causally. A smile began to grow on Eloise's face. Cindy continued. "He was like, well like in a trance. His eyes were almost pale grey and his concentration was unbreakable. I couldn't get his attention, he would only stare at the TV. And, I mean, this wasn't just any porno he was staring at. There were perhaps a half dozen men ravishing this young woman and, uh, she handled all of them. And I mean all of them at once." Cindy shared. "Hon, that's not out of the ordinary. I'm sure that Jake was just trying to invite you in to a part of his life that he..." Eloise got out before Cindy quipped "No, no. I mean, yes the porno was a little intense, but it was what he was doing. If I didn't know any better I would think he was hypnotized. When I walked into the bedroom he didn't even look at me at first but I know he knew I was there. His eyes were like glazed over and his expression was fixed and absent. I thought that he was just being fun, a little weird, but trying to do something different and new; and I thought "well I'll have fun with this." She paused to sip her latte but it was clear that the pause was required for her to collect her thoughts. "He was masturbating, but not just masturbating. He was not himself. I mean, when I tried to join in and get close he pushed me away. And he didn't just push me away quietly, I mean he physically moved my hand away." Eloise's body stiffened and she immediately became alert and asked, "Sounds oddly erotic. I mean, he was obviously playing with you in some way". "He was, well, he was there, but he wasn't there. You know?" "Maybe, go on," Eloise's smile returned again despite her efforts to hide it. Cindy gave a long pause. She was struggling to sort out her dreams from reality, as they had become a blur to her. She paused to reflect on what she was saying. It wasn't that she was afraid to share intimate details with her friend, but rather she was having second thoughts about whether or not it really happened. "Well, now that I think of it, it might have been me just dreaming. I've been having trouble sleeping and sometimes that makes for some vivid dreams. I'm sure I..." she said before she was interrupted. "No, go on. Please, continue," Eloise pleaded like a schoolgirl wanting the teacher to read beyond lunch and into math. "Well, after he pushed me away he got right down to business if you know what I mean. I don't think I have ever seen him more focused and more aroused. It was a little disheartening, but also a big turn on. Needless to say it ended well for him, but not for me. I mean he just went to sleep afterwards." "Sweetie, you should be happy that Jake has shared this part of his life with you. He probably didn't know how to, and so he just did. He was probably pretty scared to as well." Eloise offered. "Yea, OK, that may all be right, but that was just the beginning. The next night I fell asleep, and had the most intense dream. It was, well, it was like I was in the porno that Jake had watched the night before." Cindy paused. Eloise looked on unfettered which surprised Cindy. "The one with all of the men, only I was the girl....with all of them." Cindy finished. Eloise's eyes widened and her stare was fixed on Cindy. "Was Jake in your dream?" Cindy, noticeably flustered was able to stammer out, "What?" "Was Jake in your dreams" Eloise asked again, not straying from the original question as they both knew it was unambiguous. "Yes," Cindy said simply and dropped her head in an attempt to show shame but her devious smile deceived her. Eloise paused for a moment, folding her hands to collect herself, inhaled somewhat deeply and released a slow breath. She gathered her thoughts and decided that instead of engaging further with Cindy about her recent escapades, it would be better if she kept quiet for the time being. "I think I understand what you are saying," Eloise finally offered. "Do you remember driving by my house last week? I saw you from the window," Eloise reminded her. Cindy's eyes shifted back and forth searching her memory. "Yes," Cindy remembered as her mind raced to recall what had somehow been pushed down in the flurry of recent activities. "Yes, I do remember." And she paused for a moment. "Oh my God, was that really you in the window?" "Yes," Eloise surrendered with her head down. Slowly, her neck straightened and her eyelids lifted so that she could meet Cindy's eyes straight on. "And I was dreaming." Now Cindy was confused. She had thought she had seen Eloise in her front window, and in hindsight what was probably Eloise getting fucked from behind by her husband. But on further reflection she remembered a sort of foggy mist in the room and what looked like other men as well. "What? I saw you, and I think I saw you with other people, but I saw you." Cindy asked, confused. How could she have seen Eloise's dream? That just didn't make sense and she began to get angry with her. "Cindy, think back to your dream." Eloise encouraged. "Yeah," "Was it crazy erotic?" Cindy thought about that night. Thought it was the first dream where she had several men with her and in her, it was also the first night she felt empowered, alive, and electric. She instinctively covered her mouth with desperate surprise. "mmm hmmm", she briefly reported. Eloise again, hands still folded, lowered her head as if to admire her ring and softly spoke "Did he bite you?" "Who?" Cindy asked, but then realized she was referring to Jake. "Oh, Jake." Cindy thought for a moment and she recalled her husband Jake nibbling on her and biting gently on her nipples. "Yes, he..." "Did he draw blood?" "Did he draw blood?!" Cindy reacted loudly in her head. 'Who the fuck does she think we are?' she internalized. "No! What the fuck kind of question is that?" Cindy insisted and almost as soon as she spoke those words, her expression changed to worry and contemplation. Indeed, in that dream she tasted his blood. She remembered how distinct and how real it seemed. "Oh my God Eloise, I tasted blood." she lightly celebrated without thinking. The memory flooded back. She recalled the metallic, sharp sample on her tongue which reverberated through her nerves, lighting them up so that the simplest touch would surely surface an orgasm instantly. "I tasted blood," she repeated changing her worried expression to mischievous, "...and it tasted good." She couldn't believe what she was saying, and more importantly, she couldn't believe how Eloise was so nonchalant about it. "That taste, that first taste of blood, could you 'feel' it?" Eloise finally asked? "Um, I guess. I mean, I could taste the blood." Cindy offered hoping to satiate her friend's curiosity without divulging too many details that she hadn't yet sorted through. "Yes, but did you feel it change you in any way?" she persisted. Cindy waited while her thoughts revisited the details of dream she had. Jake was with her, on top of her, and kissing her; he had bit his lip and she remembered the small amount of blood on his tongue which he shared in that long kiss. She remembered the room getting foggy, like a steam room, but cool. She recalled that her surroundings blurred through the haze but her senses were on fire. Euphoria washed over her being in that moment, a euphoria that made her feel alive for the first time. "Maybe. At least at that time I was feeling pretty horny, and maybe a little invincible," Cindy offered, trying not to reveal her odd and unexpected excitement over it. By her demeanor, Eloise seemed like a proud mother, despite her younger years. She was excited for her friend and before accidentally revealing too much, she tried to find an early exit from their discussion. She consulted her watch and made for an excuse. "I have to get home in 10 minutes, I forgot I had a date with Cody. He needs help buying some new clothes for a work party," she said hoping her deceit would go unnoticed, at least enough for now. "Oh," Cindy remarked with a little surprise but mostly disappointment. She had so much more to share and Eloise seemed to know a lot for some reason. "But we should meet here again next week. Cindy, you can always call or text me. I have a good feeling though that you and I will see each other sooner thank you think." And with that, she rose from her seat, gathered her purse and started for the door. A few steps away from their table, she pointed at the table and asked "What did you draw there?" Cindy looked down and to her surprise she had drawn a beautiful woman in a simple but elegant white nightgown, staring up at the stars. It sort of looked like her but it wasn't. "Uh, I don't know. I was just doodling." she replied. Eloise looked at the woman Cindy had drawn and whispered "It looks about right," turning away but not fast enough for Cindy to notice a glimmer of promiscuity in her eyes said, "Oh, and that dream of yours?" "Yeah?" "That was my dream." Chapter 2 Eloise made her exit and went to her car which was parked close by at the Laundromat. She thought about she was expecting to have a completely different conversation with Cindy than she just had. On the drive home, Eloise recalled the night about a week ago when Cindy had seen her in the window. Just like Cindy, Eloise was unsure, uneasy and yet engulfed in each moment of that amazing evening. It was a Tuesday and an otherwise typical day. Her husband Cody, whom she only recently married, worked at CH3m, a pharmaceutical lab as a technician. Eloise, a principal scientist at the same lab, had brought a new project to the testing unit as she normally would. Last August, on one of her deliveries, she met Cody who had been recently hired. She eye-fucked him on sight. He was the perfect specimen for her. Young, about 6'2", hairless and with that strong but trim frame. When he spoke, his deep and commanding voice reverberated in the room, as well as her crotch. Apparently she didn't do a good job at hiding her lustful thoughts as Cody asked her out that night; and Cody fucked her well that night. Over the last few weeks, she, like Cindy, had noticed changes in Cody's behavior. A couple of times he had, out of nowhere, became a determined, focused sexual power; In these moments he would have a bluish tint in his eyes which made it difficult to connect intimately, but she was nonetheless aroused by the strangeness of it. (more) Chapter 3 Cindy returned home and clearly had a lot on her mind. Jake was heads down busy preparing for the regional championship game. This worked out well because Cindy was still a little dazed not only from trying to sort out her dreams from reality, but now totally lost by what her friend Eloise had shared. "Eloise's dream?" she unknowingly muttered out loud. "What hon?" Jake asked, as if those particular words were the only ones that could capture his attention. "Oh, nothing. I had coffee with Eloise this morning and she was being weird." "What did you say though?" he asked trying not to sound too interested. "Oh, I was talking about a dream Eloise had" she said, attempting to divert the conversation away from a direction that she was not quite ready to think through. "Was it funny or sexy?" he pushed again. "Oh, yeah, Eloise has some pretty crazy dreams, you know, girl stuff dreams", Cindy said as if a her meeting with Eloise was fairly run-of-the mill. However, she sensed from Jake's reaction that he wasn't being fooled. "Oh, OK." he said looking a little surprised. "By the way," Jake continued, "I am having some of the coaches and their friends over tonight for a little pre-championship party." "Boys night out?" Cindy chagrined. "Boys night in. Either way, you are welcome to stay but it's going to be all cigars and beer probably." "Hmm. Really not my scene baby. I'll give Eloise a call and see what the girls are up to". Cindy had stayed around once or twice for one of Jake's dude nights and she found it really quite boring. She texted Eloise to see if she wanted to go out. "Porter's tonight?" Cindy texted to Eloise. A few minutes passed when she got the response. "Porters! I'm in. Can I invite Robbie?" Eloise asked. "Of course. 8. C U there." Cindy finished. Porters was a fine dining restaurant, or as fine as you can get for Medford. It was housed in an old railroad station from 1910. It had an eclectic crowd, but Cindy and Eloise always found either a quiet area to chat, or sometimes some friendly folks that were fun to hang out with. Cindy didn't know Robbie that well so she was apprehensive but hopeful. Friends of Eloise have always turned out to be pretty good company, so she was optimistic. Jake spent a little time getting the house ready for his visitors. He thought he would use the great room instead of the downstairs ballroom. "Baby, do you mind if I use the great room tonight? We won't make too big a mess and I promise to have it all cleaned up first thing in the morning", Jake asked. Cindy thought for a second about how weird his question was and how lucky they were. First, she was struck with choice of ballroom vs. great room. This was a choice not available to most couples and simply a blessing to them because of the beautiful house they inherited. Having a ballroom is amazing; choosing the great room over the ballroom because it is bigger and nicer is downright crazy. But the note from Jake that he would clean up in the morning meant it was going to be a wild night, and getting out of the house was a good move. "Of course, do you need help setting up?" she inquired. "No, I think I am going to have some fun doing it. I found an old dining room table and chairs in the attic. I guess they are more than old, they are really amazing. Have you seen them?" Jake responded. "I don't think so. Were they your uncle's?" "They must have been, but they look almost like the Knights of the Round Table, though the table is rectangular. It just looks cool. I'll need help getting the table downstairs but I'll get Cody or Frank to help", Jake finished. "Oh, I didn't know you were seeing Cody and Frank, I didn't know they coached," Cindy asked a little surprised. "Yeah, I guess it's more of a boy's night than a football party." Jake surrendered. "Well, I'm sure you will have a great time and I hope you do," Cindy delivered. Both of them shuffled through their preparations for the evening, Jake arranging party paraphernalia, and Cindy spending a little more time than she wanted, to pick out the appropriate outfit- her little black dress. "Adios," Cindy called as she was leaving. "By sweetie, I'll see you later tonight. Have fun." As Cindy made her way out, she paused again to take in the elegance and prestige of her home, or more of an estate. As Jake continued to prepare the house for his guests, the great room was beginning to look more like some sort of headquarters for an ancient council, complete with the chairs that were now looking more like they were made medieval royalty. Their enormous chandelier hovered over and from its great height, illuminated the entire great room making for the perfect setting for a play or some newfangled performance art show. The front door alone was at least twenty feet tall, made from a thick, solid walnut and heavy as hell. The house echoed as she shut the door. Guilt-Free Fantasies Last year, Cindy had purchased one of the new Camaros, cherry red. It was something she had wanted since she first saw one as a little girl. She looked good in it, and she knew it. Every time she got in the Camaro she snickered a little to herself, but not because it made her happy, which it did. But rather it always reminded her of an incident that happened about a week after she got it. She was heading to her car having just left the grocery store and as she was crossing the parking lot she saw a woman in a Prius scrape the side of it as she was reversing out of her parking spot. The lady obviously knew she damaged the car, but she continued to back out and just left. Cindy was chasing after her but she could not catch her. The woman was still within shouting distance when Cindy yelled out "You fucking cunt blaster!" Staring momentarily at the Prius as it left, Cindy buckled over laughing at herself. "Cunt blaster?" she chuckled inside, "what the hell?" She decided that she was apparently vulnerable to episodic Turrets, which to this day, she still taps into when necessary. On her way to Porters to meet Eloise and Robbie, Cindy's could hear that she got a text, though her phone was buried somewhere in her purse. Normally she would have at least glanced at who it was from, but she had stowed it away and unfortunately her purse had a broken latch. It wasn't easy to reach over and dig around. When she thought about it, it really pissed her off because she had only had it a month. When she arrived at Porter's, she retrieved her phone too check her messages. "Can't make it tonight. Sorry" read the text from Eloise. Cindy's disappointment wasn't well hidden by her anger. She began to reply when another text came up from Robbie: "Did you get my text? I can't make it either" "Either?" thought Cindy. "Are these two bitches ditching me so they can be alone?" "We're not ditching you, something came up", came a text from both of them. "What the fuck," Cindy said aloud. "What the fuck?" Cindy couldn't figure out how they seemed to know what she was thinking, and it wasn't the first time. Angry and a little confused, Cindy didn't respond and just decided instead to go home. On the drive home, a few more texts chimed, and with increasing frequency. By the time she pulled into her driveway the phone was ringing; it was Eloise. Cindy wasn't as angry as before, but really wasn't in the mood to talk to either of the girls. She opened the garage, pulled in, gathered her things, turned off the engine and made for the door. On her way up the stairs she glanced at a long list of text messages: "Where are you?" "Call me immediately" "We've changed our minds. Let's go to Porters." "PLEASE DON'T GO HOME!" Cindy froze. Was Jake up to something that her girlfriends were hiding from her? And what would that be and why would her girlfriends try to deceive her. Cindy's insecurities poured in and she thought that maybe Jake was having an affair and that her friends knew about it. The idea was beginning to make Cindy steam. When she reached for the door, she opened it with ferocity and incrimination. But she never could have anticipated or even dreamed what she saw as she entered the kitchen and peered into the great room. Chap 4 Jake, Cody, Frank and several other men were sitting at the large, opulent table Jake had fetched from the attic. She didn't realize how big it was going to be; it surely took several men to bring it down. It looked to be made of a thick solid walnut and long enough to sit over a dozen people. She pulled herself out of view so as not to be seen. She was reactive and scared. She could count eight men present and sitting at the table. The room was full of mist, scented with a sweet musky odor emanating from the incense burning from a solitary burner in the corner. The chandelier above was not on, yet there was just enough light from the many candles that were around the room. The men were all dressed in black and each had a simple, mardigras style mask that only covered the upper portion of their faces; certainly not meant to disguise their identities, but enough to present an illusion of anonymity; an illusion that excited her. "Are we ready?" asked one of the unfamiliar men who was seated at the head of the table. He, unlike the others, was dressed in a dark grey suit, and on him, it exuded power. He rose from his seat, raised his arms and said "Totus orior oriri ortus." With that, all of the men at the table stood, and lowered their heads. Collectively they chanted what seemed to be a well-practiced ritualized speech. "colligitur hie hodie fratres nostros honoremus praeteritum. Jamie sponte oblatum est, et ipsa viro. Latine loquendi planeque dicendi finem facimus, hac nocte illa, et suam viam arousal." They all looked upward and in harmony created a reverberating humming that escalated the atmosphere to a mystic level. The man in the dark grey suit commanded in a forceful voice, "Ut nos perducat ad sacrificium". Cindy couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had gone unnoticed and wasn't particularly paying attention to the largeness of her own presence as she had forgotten the need to be discreet. The men seemed hyper focused on their ritual anyway. She continued to peek through the door, settling down on the floor, motionless and staring. The fog that surrounded the house now began make its way into the great room. The candles seeped through the mist, making for an eerie ambience that was rousing Cindy, though she remained frozen in fear and curiosity. The mist continued to pour in and settled among the men at the table, rising to just over the top, which was now barely visible. The response from the men came, "conculcare corpus libidine. depopulandos simul corpus libidine." Through the mist, a young woman appeared and was escorted to the far end of the table. She was beautiful, innocent. She had bright red hair that fell to her shoulders complimenting the white dress that wrapped her stunning body. The dress came to her knee where the lace trim fell gently against her thighs. She was blindfolded and straight faced; not a single emotion escaped. With one man holding each hand, she was helped up where she stood motionless on the table, the mist engulfing her feet. Cindy realized that the woman looked much like the character she had drawn the day before on the coffee shop's table. She tried to remain calm. "instruo suus pro puteulanus caliga", instructed their leader. As if rehearsed, the young woman turned around, sat down slowly, and lay back. Fully exposed on the table, she moved her arms to above her head and splayed her legs so that each extremity was extending to the corners of her hard, wooden bed. Cindy's attention had drifted away from the shock of the moment to why and what her husband was apparently involved in. "Who is that?" she thought to herself, both curious and wishful. One of the men with dark skin and statuesque like chiseled face had made his way to one corner and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready?" A nod from her indicated her readiness and a smile came to her as she further stretched her limbs and her hands and feet circled a little as if begging to be restrained. Each man stationed at the four corners of the table made their way to a wall where what Cindy would later best described as "equipment" hung. They each fetched a leather buckle attached to thick chains, which when removed from the wall created a distinct, muffled metallic clink. In unison they carefully wrapped her wrists and ankles and secured them with the leather straps to the table, which upon closer inspection had implements attached for just such an occasion. The men equally distributed themselves around the woman. In the distance, the sound of a gong being struck filled the room, adding to the already electrifyingly dark ambience which now seemed oddly appropriate. The men stood motionless, obviously struggling to restrain themselves from the delicious feast that lay before them. The mist that filled the room became illuminated with a bright, blue hue. The flickering light from the candles provided good visibility to an otherwise obscured presentation. From the corner, the crisp and bright sound of a triangle struck the room, and the men responded by removing their shirts, one button at a time, finally removing them. Each had solid, trim frames and larger than typical arms, wrapped with vascular muscles and taught skin. Cindy became aware that she was becoming aroused. In her imagination, she wondered what it would be to be that girl on the table, clearly about to be ravished in the best way ever. Her crotch began to warm when she turned her attention to her husband, who was at one of the sides of the table. Though she was not aware, her mouthed opened and her draw dropped as her eyes moved up and down her husband's body. He looked amazing, different. He too possessed the almost unnatural physique that the others proudly displayed. He was bigger, younger, stronger and stunning. The growing perspiration on his chest revealed his excitement of what was before him. The blueness of the mist cooled the room and seemed to tighten his skin. Another triangle sounded and each of the men leaned in and got close to the woman. They smothered the surface of her body with light kisses and occasional tastes of her skin. The woman was by now in sexual heaven as most of her exposed body was well treated to soft, sharply stimulating touches which landed on her neck, her inner arms, her toes and her fingers. None was synchronized so each touch swiftly moved the focus of her receptive body from point to point until her entire body was inwardly flailing with lust. Her nipples began to show through the thin material of her dress, as they became firm, almost begging for more attention which was quickly provided by two of the men. They gently touched her breasts, first focusing on the skin above the center, and occasionally slipping down barely brushing her protruding pink tips. The woman would shudder with each visit, which over time became pinches, tugs and gentle twists. Up to that point, the girl had been gently cooing with delight. Now, she was thrashing almost violently, well secured to the table. She attempted several times to reach out to her captors, hoping to pull one or more in closer to resolve her inner needs for sensual reciprocation. She was on the edge, panting fiercely and began to moan with a delicate feminine whisper. "Please!" she raised her voice begging to end the full body titillation and tease. But she did not succeed. The triangle again sounded as four men grabbed each ankle and wrist and gently pulled to further expose her. The headmaster walked to the center side of the table and passed his hand over the surface of the linen that covered her chest. The softness of his touch was barely noticeable as his hand moved downward, across her belly and toward her thighs, before it was abruptly removed. The woman was breathing more heavily now and her own perspiration began to show through her dress, highlighting the attention paid previously to her nipples and breasts. The man in the grey suit moved toward the spot between her legs, and through her dress gently slid his fingers down the surface of her folds. Her body attempted to buckle but was still met with the restraints that held her firmly to the table. She quickly and obediently lay quietly hoping the man would return his fingers to her pussy. Methodically and gently, the men circled the table, each eventually moving to the table beside her, and one by one paused and then quickly swept her moistening lips with one or more fingers, careful to make sure that her clitoris wasn't touched. The woman was now almost convulsing with each touch, releasing a squeal of pleasure and anticipation with each touch. Her body was immersed in lustful energy and she could feel warmth forming just below her neckline. Her nipples, now maximally aroused responded in the only way they knew how, surfacing dots of milk that made her feel alive and young. From her position in the doorway, Cindy could see in the corner of the room a reddish light slowly growing brighter. The men didn't seemed to notice it while they continued to delicately ravish the woman on the table. Short breaths and shrills of ecstasy were still escaping the bound subject as the red light expanded to eventually reveal an abnormally tall figure, draped in a black satin that was neatly tucked into his well fitted leather pants. The figure's face was not covered but it was obscured by the light and the mist that now seemed to be attracted to him. He moved as if not walking, and carefully found himself near the table when her husband Jake noticed him. "Lamia!" he shouted and all of the participants retracted from their tasks and turned to focus on the new guest. "Get her out of here!" the man at the head of the table exclaimed. Within moments, the woman was briskly untied from her confines and quickly escorted out of the room by two of the observers. The room grew still and darkness filled the room as the redness emanating from the visitor seemed to swallow the light around him. Cindy was now trembling and with one hand, began to reach for her keys for the purpose of making a hasty retreat. Now paralyzed with fear, she was unable to chart a course to her car without being noticed. "Modric." "Well hello gentleman. Did you miss me?" said the figure. "Modric, why are you here?" "I heard you had a treat for me. Bring her back again so I can try a little taste. She looks sweet as candy". Two of the men huddled together and whispered to each other until one propped his head up and called "Bring her in." The others looked at each other a little confused and then in short time, their individual concerns vanished from their faces as the woman was returned to the room. "Place her on the table again and secure her down." Modric commanded. Almost sheepishly, the man who escorted her back, secured her ankles and wrists to the table again. The woman was obviously frightened, tears beginning to escape the corners of her eyes, all the while she did not protest. Her fears were obvious by the trembling of her lips which Modric appreciatively recognized. "Oh, sweetheart. You are so lovely," his voice quieted the closer he got to her. Instinctively the other men pulled back from the table and gathered in the corner of the room. Modric reached for her hand and the woman retracted as much as she could, given her bounded state. She was now almost whimpering but trying to maintain her composure so as not to signal the fear that had overwhelmed her. He held her fingers in one hand, softly caressing them, and a smile grew on his face. "She is beautiful my friends. I thank you for this gift." "No!" shouted one of the men as he attempted to leap toward Modric but was instantly contained by the group. Modric turned to the misbehaving "You need to learn to respect your elders Johan." "Do you see how polite they are? You could learn something from them. Death or sacrifice, what will it be?" he asked rhetorically. In short time, Modric's presence grew beyond mortal as his frame lengthened and the muscles beneath his well-dressed frame expanded. He lifted his head slowly toward the ceiling now revealing his face. At this moment, Cindy almost fell back on herself. She recognized him. She didn't know him, but she recognized him. He was a customer at her bank and would come in from time to time. He was the talk around the office because of his uncommon height, but mostly because his banking activities were restricted to depositing large amounts of cash, or visiting his strong box. The latter was more memorable because, against banking policies, he insisted that he be left completely alone in the room, cameras off. For some reason, bank management had allowed this practice exclusively for this individual. It was almost as if he had a convincing power over those that made the decision, though more than likely he had a convincing wallet. Cindy was now sorting through her keys quietly with one hand, while trying to remain still and silent, hoping to find the moment she could make her escape. With his head to the sky, Modric gently lowered his hands towards each side of the woman's head and in a voice that permeated all senses, echoing in the bones of the audience "Exsisto meus infinitio" When he made contact with her, the red light that hovered over him became an oddly bright black aura so strong that it lit the room. The sound of high powered electricity reverberated in the room causing everyone to instinctively cover their ears for protection. Modric shrieked in absolute pain, his hands erupting in flames and his presence virtually shriveled, retreating backwards into the corner where one could hear a whimpering. "What is this?" Modric demanded. The men absently consulted each other and returned a blank responses laced with satirical confusion. "vos mos persolvo huic" Modric chanted firmly in a monotone voice as he vaporized through the wall and into nothingness. Cindy knew that this was her moment. She, as quietly as she could, hustled back into her Camaro, and started the engine. As she did, she knew that the engine was too loud to be missed. "Shit," she thought, when Jake opened the garage door and peaked in. "Hi baby, welcome home," he said, appearing only slightly disheveled given what just happened and that it happened only moments before. Cindy never pulled away, so she simply turned the engine off, exited the car, gathered her purse and responded, "Hi Jake," but could give nothing more. "You're back early," he offered. "Yeah, the girls bailed on me," she retorted and continued to make her way to him as if nothing just happened. She was still terrified. "Well, the boys are just finishing up. It turns out that Jonah got called in and a few of the others offered to help him, so we decided to end for the night." Jake lied all too easily. She approached him, gave him a kiss on the cheek, hoping that her trembling flesh was not indicated. She reached to help open the door that Jake was propping open narrowly and entered the room as if expecting to discover something she shouldn't. However, what she witnessed as she entered the great room was only the evidence a handful of guys that probably drank a little too much scotch too quickly, and pretended to enjoy a few cigars. "Hi Mrs. F", came a voice from the kitchen. "Who is that?" she whispered to Jake. "That's Gregor, you know, the trainer from the gym?" he provided. She didn't. She didn't know a Gregor and she didn't know any trainers at the gym, and she knew Jake didn't either. "Oh, Hello, and hello boys," she said to a handful of the remaining men. "Sorry to be rude, but I just have to get to bed. " she said and then made her way up the stairs. The others watched, stilled, until they could see and hear her bedroom door close. Cindy slipped into her room, removed her makeup and readied herself for bed. Her head was spinning from what she just saw. The events, or dreams, or whatever they were from the last few weeks paled in comparison to the cult-like activities that just occurred in her home. She couldn't process all of what was going on. It was time to meet with Eloise. "Bartlebee's tomorrow @ 9?" she texted. "Yup," was the immediate response. Cindy would have to wait until morning but she did hope Eloise had some good advice. So as not to have to talk with Jake, Cindy slipped under the covers and did her best to force herself to sleep. Chapter X Cindy awoke early the next morning finding Jake still asleep next to her. She still was not ready to talk to him as she could not assemble the previous evening's events. And, she had hoped at this point that Jake had not figured out that she was watching from the garage. Guilt-Free Fantasies "Who were all of those men?" she thought. She had recognized some, but not all, especially whomever was the kingpin. "And that girl, and what they were doing to her", she reflected in a somber way until she realized that despite her shock and fear, she was thinking what it would have been like to be her. A fluttering of excitement resonated throughout her body and a tinge of eroticism struck. Shame felt like the right reaction but instead she was filled with anxiety and hope; a hope that somehow, some way she might become the next "victim." She dwelled on this thought, especially her characterization of the victim and again became more aroused as she entertained the idea of being pinned down, slave to these abnormally trim and strong men, her husband being one of them. Cindy made her way to the breakfast area and began fixing eggs, bacon and toast for herself and Jake. Perhaps maintaining the status quo might help her avoid the obvious and likely uncomfortable conversation about what she may or may not have seen last night. "Morning beautiful," Jake said as he entered the kitchen. "Mmmm, bacon. I love bacon." And he smiled half to be pleasant and half to avoid this discussion as well. He couldn't assume that Cindy wasn't there for longer than she appeared to be. The fact is that the timing of her entry was far too close. He would have to accelerate his plans. He would need to meet with the chamber to propose the phasing of his wife. "It was good to have a guy's night, but I am sorry that your plans got cut short. Did you at least have a few drinks?" Jake prodded in an attempt to determine how long she had been watching. His question temporarily distracted her from her immediate concern of what the hells was going on. The only reason she saw anything last night was because every one of her friends flaked on her, and at the last minute. "No, no one even showed up. I never even went inside. I don't get it and I am kind of pissed at them. It was like they we all in on this 'screw Cindy' evening' or something." Jake unknowingly raised an eyebrow, "None of the girls were there? Did you hear from them?" Cindy had eventually heard from them, receiving texts on the way home and remembered that she was in no mood to read them while driving away from a what could have been a fun night; it was only until she had started entering her home that she saw the one urgent message, the final one from Eloise saying "Don't go home'". She did not share this with Jake, while she tried to connect the dots of what was going on in her house last night, and what the fuck did her friends know about it. "No, I heard nothing from them," she finally responded after her delayed thought. Feeling anger, frustration and confusion Cindy was now beginning to shut down and physically close in on herself. She hadn't realized that she was now all but slumped over in her chair with her face in in hands, just on the edge of tears. Jake recognized that Cindy must know more than she was letting on. "Hon, when you came home last night, did you see anything out of the ordinary?" he asked. "Out of the ordinary," she thought, "how about fucking crazy!" She remained slumped over and wept a little at the thought. "Sweetie, it's OK, I need to..." he started. "You wanna know what I saw? I'll tell you what I saw. I saw you manhandling a young woman. I saw you and your so-called friends torturing some poor girl, and..." she paused. "And, well, you seemed rather pleased with yourself." And with that, Jake knew that now was the time, Chap X Jake moved to the chair next to his wife and put his arm around her gently as if consoling a child who had just found out that Santa wasn't real. His tenderness was sincere and though she couldn't look at him, she felt a sense of genuine concern. He rubbed her shoulders and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. He then retracted from this position and sat upright in his own chair, using his hand to coerce her face to look directly into his eyes. As she trained her gaze onto his, she again saw him fade into that look, that character that she had seen the night before. In seconds, his skin grew taught around muscles that were not his own, a body that resembled perfection, yet she could still see into his soul. "I know this has all been confusing, but I needed time to think about how to tell you this, since it sounds crazy..unreal. Do this for me. Have you ever heard of lucid dreaming?" he asked. She had. It was actually something she used to do with some of her sorority sisters. Cindy and her roommate Robbie had both signed up for an ancient religious studies class. Though Cindy was waitlisted, Robbie got in. Robbie, a traditional farm girl from the Midwest, was at first glance naive, but as you got to know her, you realized that she merely had a zest for life that transcended normal mundane collegiate activities. She absolutely loved the material she was learning and was enthralled by one idea that was called 'lucid dreaming'. The professor trained that if you could slip into a light sleep, you could gain almost complete control over the dream. And though it was a mere mention in a plethora of ancient religious rituals, Robbie couldn't help but wonder what it was like. So about once a week, Robbie and Cindy would try to experience lucid dreaming using some of the techniques she had learned in class. Nothing really worked, though they did learn to slow their breathing to such an extent that oxygen deprivation provided for some "out of body" like experiences. Robbie's desperate path to discover the secret led her to experiment with hallucinogens to better facilitate the process, but this only ended up facilitating her exit from school. Her focus on finding new and powerful hallucinogens led her on a path towards destruction, a path that Cindy did not follow. Only weeks after leaving the sorority, she had heard that Robbie had joined up with some traveling hippies, and she never heard from her again. "Is that what this is all about? You are trying to control your dreams?" Cindy asked. "Sort of. You see, I, and we, have learned that lucidity arouses the soul and reveals the truth. And the more you practice, the more control you can obtain, especially over those you are closest with. You see, right now in this moment, just right now, you are dreaming. I am dreaming. I don't mean to say that you've been asleep all morning, but at this instant, we are both in a dream. I thought it would be better to show you then to tell you." And like a flash, Cindy noticed that the room was just slightly off, and all of her senses seemed heightened. "I wanted you to not just hear about this, but see it with your own eyes." Jake went on to explain and show to Cindy what he knew, which wasn't everything, about what he referred to as "elucidation". He did so by relaying the same story that was told to him, and had been handed down for centuries. "Many centuries ago around the 12th century there was a nomadic group living near the coast, west of the Byzantine Empire. A single man by the name of Alexandro, a Spanish explorer, had been separated from the battalion he was traveling with for weeks and was carefully wandering the war torn area in an attempt to regroup with them. Alexandro would travel a little each day in different directions searching for his companions. Each night he would return to a bluff on the hillside where he believed he could not be spotted, which was especially important at night. Despite his desperation, he was able to appreciate the beauty of the land and its contrast to the bloody battles that it had hosted over the years. His small camp overlooked a valley where each morning the fog would settle creating a thick mist. He had heard stories of Gods from the orient, and each morning would somewhat sarcastically give thanks to Kasugami, whom we believed was their god of Mist and Fog. After weeks of searching for his companions, he got more and more comfortable where he was settling. There was plenty of game, vegetation and fresh water. This is the life he was fighting for, so he began to make peace with his faire. "One particularly windy day, the mist that usually covered the valley was lifted and he saw what looked like a large camp or village. He observed them for hours and marveled at their seemingly peaceful existence. As day turned to night, the members of the village assembled around a large bonfire and began what appeared to be a ceremonial offering. But the ceremony wasn't familiar, or better yet, didn't look like a ceremony at all. Each time they would sit in a circle, find comfortable positions, and then slowly fade into sleep. "At first, Alexandro thought they were indeed just sleeping, but he continued to observe them over the next days and they didn't do this every night. Mostly they would sleep outside under the stars or in makeshift shelters. On the nights when they held their ritual, after a few hours into the ceremonious sleep, they would all rise simultaneously and almost congratulate each other in some sort of quiet celebration. "Once when Alexandro was tending to his camp, and still attempting to observe the tribe, he was discovered by a child. The child startled him, and stared for what seemed like minutes. Alexandro tried to coax the boy over, trying to draw him in with some sugar that he had. "Come over, I won't hurt you." he attempted. But the boy still stood still, paralyzed in fear and wondering whether to scream or run. Alexandro took a bite of the sugar cane and smiled ear to ear in an attempt to present a friendly face, but the boy ran, and he ran fast. Alexandro chased him, unsure himself, but probably trying to stop him before he got back to the camp to reassure the boy that he didn't mean to harm him or anyone else. He didn't want to give his position away. The lands were a dangerous place and more often than not, nomads were well aware of the atrocities that the foreign invaders had wrought on their land. Unknown to Alexandro, this village had not yet been visited by any outsiders. This he learned while chasing the boy unconsciously all the way into the valley and the center of the camp. Now it was Alexandro's time to freeze, and he did, halting his quick run swiftly, and left standing alone among the people. "Fear poured over Alexandro as he imagined what would likely happen next. Surrounded by the very men and women that he had been spying on over the last weeks, what was to happen next was anyone's guess, but a good guess would include pain and or death. As he turned slowly almost to allow the men and women to take inventory of his unnatural presence, he attempted a smile and a little wave followed by "Hello". "One of the men rose to his feet and walked over to him, standing toe to toe, but never changing his solemn expression. Alexandro was still, and began to tremble. His instincts took over and he reacted by moving into a defense stance as the man in front of him raised his arms high wailing out loudly, "Geia xénos!" and lowered his arms around Alexandro, squeezing him tightly. He held him for several moments, not allowing Alexandro enough time to figure out what was going on, much less make a decision on whether to stay, run or fight. The man, who appeared to be the leader, released him and took a step back looking him up and down with a delightful smile on his face and said softly "Sas kalo̱sorízoume sto cho̱rió mas." "Most of the remaining people now also got up and approached Alexandro with similar but less grandiose embraces. Each gave a welcoming gesture, a pat on the shoulder, a squeeze of the torso, and even a kiss or two on the forehead from some of the women. They led him to the area where he had previously watched over their activities and coached him to sit. By now, Cindy was paralyzed by what she was experiencing. The story Jake was sharing was unfolding before her, as if she was right there as is was happening. "Jake, ... how..." "Honey, remember this is a dream. I will finish the story and you will understand." Jake continued, "After Alexandro sat, they all ate and drank and the few children that were still around were ushered into their shelters for sleep. Nighttime arrived and they were all still sitting in a circle when the tribesman that originally greeted him suddenly stood up. He slowly walked around the circle of men and women, touched them gently on the head as if to give a blessing. With each touch he whispered "ef̱cháristo óneira" to which each member responded in kind "sas ef̱charistó̱, Modric" and would bow their heads, leaving them trained on the fire before them. When he reached Alexandro, the tribesman surprised him and said in his own tongue "Pleasant dreams", to which Alexandro responded without thought "Thank you Modric". As Alexandro stared into the fire, a mist began to gather quite densely around the camp making it difficult to see clearly. But as his eyes adjusted, he was pleasantly surprised to see all of the people that were sitting with him, were now laughing, singing and dancing. Their appearances had changed as well. The brutal reality and evidence of surviving the elements that had been obvious only moments before was now replaced by colorful clothing and clean and smiling faces. Alexandro was quickly swept up in the euphoria that swirled around the group. He was happy and without care, a feeling that was overwhelming given his circumstances only hours before. He felt a part of a humanity that he had not known existed." Jake paused as Cindy took in the celebration that she was seeing, though for some reason she sensed that she and Jake could not be seen. Cindy walked over to whom she believed was Alexandro to take a closer look. His eyes were a deep blue and he was in quite amazing shape all things given. She reached out to touch his arm, but her hand connected with nothingness. Jake approached Cindy with a little flair for fun and effect by walking through the center of the bonfire, "When you are in a state of lucidity, looking into someone's thoughts from a far in time or space, instead of experiencing someone's reality, you are only observing. We are not really here so we cannot be seen and we cannot be hurt." With that, the dream faded away and Cindy and Jake were back in their kitchen nook, having breakfast just as before. "Alexandro is a distant relative of mine. This is his home. He left it and all of his knowledge to us so we can share the joy of elucidation with those we love. And I love you Cindy." Chapter X Cindy sat, dumbfounded and paused while her thoughts raced around the story she just heard from her husband. There was so much to take in. And at the same time, it sure explained a lot that had been happening over the last few weeks. She didn't quite know where to begin. "Jake, I'm not sure what you are telling me," she inquired. "I know this isn't easy, and in fact, I had only learned about it when we moved into this house. I was rummaging through the attic one day and I discovered what looked to be an old strong box. It wasn't locked and I was actually hoping there might be some remnants from my uncle, you know, something fun to read, or somehow learn more about him. He was known as an eccentric, and since most of our family is rather reclusive, I felt I was bound to discover something interesting. "When I first opened it, I was a little disappointed as it was mostly filled with nick-knacks that were pretending to or hoping to be antiques someday. You know, a few candle holders, and old doll, and what looked like real stuff from the civil war period. But as I dug deeper, at the bottom I found this journal and I started reading it immediately. I read this story, the one I just told you, and immediately thought it was fictitious. I mean, who wouldn't, right? However, my uncle documented how to enter into 'lucidity'. You know, like what you told me you and your college roommate had tried? Well, it was pretty detailed, so one day I went for it. "Not everyone can achieve lucidity, or what some call lucid dreaming. Somehow it's in the DNA. Not some magical chromosome but rather how the brain is organized. So, it turns out that it runs in my family pretty far back, and now I know you have it too. All you have to do is find a relaxing atmosphere, one where you can find enough comfort to be able to slow your breathing down to the point where each breath takes several minutes. I had to practice this for a while, and at first it was hard, especially since the smallest sound would rattle me. And that is usually the case which is why when we get together, we create a somewhat ceremonial atmosphere. If you can get there, and you create the experience in a consistent setting, it is much easier to remain in that state. Candles, music, chanting, we've done it all." Cindy remained wide-eyed as she continued to listen to Jake. She was beginning to believe that this was real, especially since she thought that somehow she had been a part of these dreams. And that didn't make any sense. "But...I didn't do anything like slow my breathing or dance around candles. Wasn't I in your dreams? You told me I was," Cindy asked somewhat cynically. "Ah, yes. Over the last few weeks I've been trying to expose you to this little by little. It is possible for some to get, let's say, "pulled in" if they are within a reasonable proximity of someone who has entered the lucid state, and if they have the ability. The process can be sped up and more powerful if you taste their .," Cody paused as if he hadn't meant to have started his last sentence. Embibing one one's blood is hypnotic and he had made sure she had a taste a few weeks before. Cody knew that now was not the time for that detail. Trying not to seem befuddled he continued. "The more people that are participating, raises the likelihood of entering. At first, since we were so close, in our bedroom, it was rather easy. I didn't expect you to come home so early lsat night, and because we were..," Jake paused. "Because there were a number of us, you slipped in quickly. I am surprised I didn't notice you though." "I was hiding Jake. I was scared. I mean what were you doing with that woman," she thought back to the event of the previous night. "And who was that guy that was talking funny, the guy that everyone seemed afraid of." "Actually, now that I think of it, you were going to get pulled in if you were within 50 yards probably. Because not only were there numbers of us, but Modric showed up, and Modric is very powerful." Cindy remembered that name, but couldn't place it immediately, even though she had just heard about him. She cocked her head to angle, and squinted a little as if this would help her remember. "Modric was the leader of the men and women that Alexandro's distant relative met centuries ago in Spain, remember?" he hinted. She did now. Was she losing it? She had just listened to this story Jake had told her. "It's OK," Jake responded as he sensed confusion and a little fear in his wife, "it's a lot to take in." "He seemed mean, and you all seemed like he was a problem. And wait, if that was centuries ago, how is he still here." Jake dropped his head a little, showing signs of concern and worry and softly shared "We don't know. He found us about a year ago. At first he was kind. He had the aura of a benevolent leader of some sort, and behaved like one for a while. But then he turned a little wierd... a lot weird actually. His ability to attach to our lucidity was uncommon. We'd move from place to place and see if he was following us, but he wasn't. He was clearly taking joy in fucking with our dreams and it was pissing us off. When we confronted him he got real pissed off. That's when he told us, in not a very humble way that he was Modric and if it weren't for him, we wouldn't be there. We're beginning to learn ways to hide and when that doesn't work we have developed a few tricks to push him out." Guilt-Free Fantasies Cindy was iterating through her list of questions in her head, trying to absorb the information at the same time. "Well then, what was last night all about? What was that young lady there for? Is it a men's club? Are you in love with her? Did you fuck her? And what was everyone chanting?" Though she had more questions, she paused for answers. "Hon, I can see and I totally understand that this is hard. Let me try to answer a few now, and then tomorrow we can talk more after you have had time to think more. No, I am not in love with her, that is most important. I am deeply in love with you. The lucidity allows for, if you will, extreme carnal pleasures with no emotional attachments. What we do, what we have done never evolves into any attachments. In fact, some of us have experimented with things we might not even think of ever trying in real life. Even me," he paused to let that sink in for a moment. The woman was there for a specific reason, one that I will tell you about soon. But believe me, and you will find out, that our abilities -- and yours -- open a world that is not available to anyone else. A world where there are no constraints, no guilt, no repercussions, and pure ecstasy." Cindy slumped a little in her chair and sipped her coffee which by now was tepid at best, but served the purpose of keeping more questions from slipping out. It was just too much. "Jake, I just don't know.." "I know sweetie. Trust me on this. Take the day and think about it and then tomorrow I will make you a nice dinner and we can talk more. Perhaps you can talk with some of the other wives' as well. I think they get together once a week." he offered. "Other wives?" "Yes, other wives. Including Eloise. Why don't you meet up with her tomorrow if you can before we talk and she might be able to talk to you from a woman's perspective." Jake finished. She was planning to meet with Eloise again and the coffee shop so she reluctantly quieted, finished her now cold coffee and began cleaning up the breakfast dishes. She gazed outside the window looking past everything outside as her thoughts were both busy and clouded. Jake sidled up behind her, grabbed her gently around her waist and whispered "I love you, and soon you will understand how much I love you." and then left the room to give her some space. Chapter X -- meeting up with Eloise It was Saturday, which by now had become the well established weekly coffee get together. Cindy arrived early as ususal. Today, Lisa was at the cash register and in an upbeat mood. "Hi Cindy, the usual?" Lisa asked and started making her latte immediately. "Of course," Cindy replied as she watched Lisa closely. Lisa was dressed differently today; as if she had gotten younger, or, she thought and quickly asked "Did you get laid?" escaped from Cindy's smile. Lisa looked down immediately, trying to hold back a smile. She began moving her hips back and forth as if her feet just had to dance in excitement. "You got laid!", Cindy stated this time not giving Lisa even an opportunity to deny what her whole aura was shouting. Lisa was also dressed a little snappier than usual. She had on cute, grey shorts topped with an almost neon pink tank, which could no longer hide her erect nipples. "Oh my God yes! Yes, Cindy yes! And he is amazing," she finally released. "Come, come now...details", Cindy insisted when another customer entered. "I can't, I'm alone here today," she replied dissapointly. "What time are you off?" "10:00pm." "Shit," she thought. She indeed wanted to here about her friend's escapades, but she had promised Cody a night in so they could talk more. "I'll tell you what, next week can you join Eloise and I for Coffee? We can make it a regular thing if you can take a break sometimes." "You're on," Lisa said happily and handed Cindy her latte. "If you see Eloise..." "I'll tell her you are here." Cindy walked back to their backroom table. She had almost a skip to her step as she thought about Lisa and how exciting it was for her to finally meet someone she liked. Lisa was more than attractive to say the least, but she was also picky. Cindy couldn't remember the last time, or if at all, Lisa had ever seemed so smitten. A few minutes later Eloise had arrived. "Hon, she is here already. Go on back, I'll bring you your tea." Lisa offered. "Thank you," Eloise said and made her way back to Cindy. STOP---- that is the end for now, though this next scene is going into the next chapter Elioise'S MEMORT OF HER lucidity But that night was the game changer, her enlightening, her first phased-lucidity. And the night her muse was chosen. Her first memory of the evening was a gentle slide into a peaceful sleep follwed by a jolting awareness of suddenly being in her living room, hands against the window and surrounded by a smoky coolness. The leather cuffs around her ankles were attached to strong, steel chains which heald her firmly in place. A dark but limniescent red light flashed occasionally provided glippses into her surroundings through the reflection in the window. She noticed what appeared to be acquaintenances of Cody's on either side of her, in the same standing position, hands against the window. Behind them were what she imagined were their girlfriends or wives, dressed in high end lingerie. Around their waists were harness thatt sported long, slim dildoes which they were sliding gently into their men's assess. "You like being fucked by a girl," one asked? The man could only summon an otherwise effortless moan as with each insertion, more cum drained from his long, but limp cock. Her lips became engorged and she could almost palpate the pulsation of her clitoris already begging to be serviced. She traded her glance back and forth to see each man and each woman performing their well received and equally desirable mixture for deviance, flesh and sex. The pools of cum that were growing under them didn't have time to cool before another splash landed courtsey of the each pounding of the dildos sinking deeply into their assholes. Each time she met their eyes, she would absorb and internalize each performer's unique erotic aura. A quiet but warm presence approached from behind. She turned to identify her invader when a strong hand grabbed the back of her hair and pulled it just enough to arch her head up, and restrict her from seeing who was there. A soft, warm breath approached her neck and blew softly. The next inhale was followed by a directed breath into her ear as each of her breasts were visited by a wandering hand. Her nipples, already flush and firm, found the occasional twist and tug unberable. A pair of arms wrapped her from the side with a gentle hug follwed by a kiss on the cheek from someone who for some reason seemed familiar. A indiscernable breathy voice said "Relax,". Followed by "and get ready to get fucked". And with that, the woman, who was by now obviously a woman to Eloise, moved her fingers down into her panties, which were fairly accessible due to the jersey like material that dressed them. To each others surprise, two of her fingers slipped easiy into her warmed and slippery folds, bumping up against the top of her flesh inside. "Oh, I see. You think you are ready?" the voice said again and was now recognizable to Eilise but still not quite identifiable. The woman's face was now inches away from her lips, the woman plunged four of her fingers into Eloise's willing snatch and landed a deep, most passionte kiss onto Eloise's mouth. As the woman's toungue delicately massaged and softly kissed her lips, her grip on Eloise genlty forced her pussy to stretch open willingly. Eloise was confused and excited. She didn't expect to be able to enjo being with a woman though she had thought about. And now, she was at best butter in her hands, feeling her sexuality ripping through her body and expanding the pools of cum on the floor with her own fluids as her excitement grew. After a few minutes, just as gnetly as the woman's fingers had entered, the sipped out, careful to pay attention to her outer lips upon retreat. "She's ready." the woman announced. While trying to process what the woman had said through the heightened energy of her current state, she suddently recongized the voice. "Robbie?" Eloise inquied between breaths. "Shhhhh. You are dreaming," came the response. "I'm dreaming" she thought and before she could continue a pair of blatantly masculie, strong hands grabbed her hips around her skirt, bringing finality to her inability to move. "Fuck her!", Robbie commanded. She was forced backward by her assaliant onlly a few inches bring her ass close up and personal with a long, hot rod which stood up straight upon meeting her. One of his hands released itself in order to reach under her skirt, pull her soaking panties aside just long enough to slip a rigid cock into her aching hole. "Ohhhh..," Eloise moaned. His first thrust was deliberate, deep inside, bumping her inside as he held himself against her, putting the perfect aamount pressure on her clitoris. "Fucking perfect," she thought. "Fucking perfect, huh," Robbie whispered into her ear. "What the fuck .." she started but was distracted by the thickness of her pervayors dick as it smoothely retracted from her. Her thankfulness was now coating his rod with permissions to come back. And it did. And again and again he slide in, with increasaing speed, and reaching new depths with eaach stroke. The hands that still helad her hips firmly in place her tightening well past the point of comfirt almost inciting deep fear into her. But befor her thoughts could reach her lips to cmoplain, they were removed, only to find the same tight grip, one arm around both breasts, and one around her throat, cutting off her airway. The hard pounding, as it now had become such, was to be short lived when within moments, Eloise unable to catch a breath but deceitfully aroused by the lack of oxygen, was met one last time with a hard thrust followed by a high volume and velocity of hot cum soaking her insides. The man was virtually voiceless, the only sounds heard were similar to a gag prisoner screaming hopelessly for help. And his exit was made. Still standing there, cum leaking from between her legs, she realized she was still surrounded by men on their hands and knees having continuous prostate stimulation and demonstrative results. "Am I this deviant?" she thought as she stood motionless and restrained. "No hon. You are experiencing lucidity. the perfect fuck. Sexual fantasies simulated and delivered. My fantasies," Robbie finished louder than she started. She then said "Just close your eyes, I will keep you safe.". And she did. Her next moment was met by Robbie's tongue lapping at the top of her clit. Her nerves sent shocks through her body. She felt Robbie' tongue surrounding her lips and then inhaling them entirely into her mouth, circling her tongue around the cum soaked folds. Robbie next slipped her tongue deep inside her cunt triggering the remaining cum inside to despite itself directly on to her tongue where Robbie gleefully swallowed. Robbie placed her lips and tongue strongly onto Eloise's pussy and inserted three fingers upward into her, pulling backward towards her asshole. The new, stretching feeling of her was exhilarating. And as soon as she felt her pussy was stretched satisfactorily, Robbie's fingers swiftly moved oppositely, and pressed firmly onto her g spot. Robbie continued this perfect rhythm when within only moments, Eloise shuddered with her own never ending, mind blowing orgasm. With each rapid strike of her upper nerves, she squirted ferociously and onto Robbie's face, where she made great effort to consume as much as she could. After what seemed like the most intense and longest orgasm Eliosie had ever experienced, Robbie rose to her feet in front of her, smiled widely, and kissed her flirtatiously on the lips. She stared directly into her eyes and in a sweet, loving voice spoke "Sum vestri muse quod vestri patronus. Voveo ut servo vos tutus." "Good night Elosie," was the last that Eloise remembered.