Dreams and Desires (70 page)

Diane was still a beautiful woman with a pleasing, shapely body. Ramón ran his hand down her shoulder and along her arm, conveying his beneficial purposes to her. With his mind, he began to suppress her need for the renegade and replace it, for now, with a need for him. He couldn't just remove her dependency. That would be too much of a shock to her system. Besides, he needed her to be open to him, to deliver to him the mists from The Whole she had garnered. It was impossible to just take them. If Jnthrn had won their battle, he would have forced Kelly through fear and pain to give up her vital essences to him. Ramón would take another path. Jnthrn's former familiar would surrender her harvest to him from desire.

Diane had been afraid when her master had taken her from the subterranean prison in which she had lived for so long. She had been suffering through a drug induced dream when she had been awoken and was filled with the fog she had collected for him. She wanted release and was unhappy when she was blindfolded and bound and led from the basement prison. She had knelt wordlessly, suffering from her need during the strange ceremony that had taken place. She hadn't understood anything of what had happened. But she felt the strong, frightful emanations of her master's will as he fought another man in the room. Then, the battle had ceased and, after a few moments, she sensed a strong, energizing ray pass through her. It was like nothing she had ever felt. It was warm and pleasant and, for a short while, made her forget her torment, her need for release.

Then, she heard her master yell. There was a surge of his will, a seeming last gasp of his powers, and suddenly, he was not there. It was like one of those bubbles children make from a wand dipped in a soapy fluid. One minute it was there and then, bursting, it was gone.

Diane sobbed in misery when she felt the evaporation of her master's persona. Who would grant her relief now, she thought miserably. It was a literal hell to be the evil man's captive, he had tortured her beyond tolerance. But she needed him, a need that was buried deep in her cells like some horrific drug. When she felt the mind of the black haired man reach into hers, grant her a respite from her misery, she began to hope. Now, lying next to him, his hands caressing her flesh, she saw she had been saved.

Warmth and comfort flowed from the man's mind into hers. Diane circled her arms around the man and hugged him tightly to her body and began to cry. It was over. Her torment was over. She could not believe it. She would do anything for this man who had rescued her from the depths of hell. As their bodies met, she absorbed his heat and her lust began to build. She craved union with him, wanted his cock inside her. She would give him the essences she had absorbed, feed him, sustain him.

Overcome with passion, Diane pushed the man over onto his back. She climbed upon him, circling his cock with her hand. She felt its radiance and power. Her slit was moist and dilated and she rubbed the tip of the man's hot pole along its length twice, relishing the energy it sent her before pushing her self down upon it, encompassing it in her fevered canal. She moaned as it filled her. It was like paradise. The man, she still didn't know who he was, not that, at this moment, she really cared, placed his pleasure giving hands on her breasts and squeezed them gently. A wave of passion flowed through her and she moaned loudly. She looked down at him. He had kind, gentle eyes, a strong, noble face, luxurious, brown skin. His lips were parted as he recorded his pleasure. She wanted them, wanted to possess his mouth with her tongue. She wanted to grant him the boon of the mists she had gathered.

Diane leaned forwards. As she slowly began to rock her hips, causing the man's meat to scrape across her hardened clit, she slid her hands over his strong, hairless chest. Just before kissing him, she spoke for the first time in a long, long while. “I've got something for you,” she whispered mischievously. And then she pressed her lips against his, entered his hot mouth with her tongue. Her body and mind filled with bliss as she felt the mists flowing from her and entering him.

It did not take long for the woman's pussy to explode into climax. Ramón reviled in its spasms around his hard, needy cock. Their mouths were still joined in a feverish kiss and she moaned into his mouth, her arms circled tightly around his neck. When he came, she came again, this time riding his cock wildly, caressing it with the walls of her throbbing canal. He filled her twice with his seed and drained her of the essence of the Whole she had accumulated.

When she finally collapsed in exhaustion, he let her body rest down on the bed and wandered from the suite of rooms to see what was going on downstairs. His clothes had been left in the reception room and he walked down the halls naked. Several of Jnthrn's enraptured women stood sentry, naked and trembling as he passed. He stopped at each one and relieved them of their fear.

Barbara was waiting for him and led him to the basement. He was able to use his psychic powers to open the locks and he saw Blackthorne's wife and the three young Apache girls in their cages. At the end, in the last cage, was a cowering white woman, the unhappy Ukrainian woman Blackthorne had captured and tormented less than twenty four hours ago. One by one, Ramón freed the women from their fears. He pushed aside Blackthorne's controls and installed ones of his own. He did not know yet what he would do with all of these women, but he didn't want them running around free until he had a plan of action. It would draw undue attention to the Fortress and Blackthorne's operations, and therefore to himself, for hundreds of young women to suddenly awake from their entrancement and appear at their former homes, even if he had erased their memories of their captivity. Questions would be asked which would eventually lead to the Apache reservation.

He took his greatest care in reforming the mind of Blackthorne's former wife, Dolores. He was not happy keeping her a prisoner after all she had been through, but her mind was heavily damaged from her torments and he wanted to delicately restore her to happiness. Now that Blackthorne was gone, she would be back in control of her fortune which had expanded many times over under the renegade's directions. Ramón wanted to maintain the status quo until he thought things out. For now, being free of her fear of the devilish man who had held her enthralled would have to do. To the delight of the other freed women, Ramón coaxed Dolores into bringing him to climax with her mouth, granting her several of her own orgasms as a reward. His seed would help seal their connection. Barbara stood by watching, amused, and said in a saucy voice when he was done, “That looked like fun, dream man. When you have the time, you'll have to give me a taste."

When he got back upstairs, leaving the women in Barbara's care, Ramón gave Adele a call. It was late in the afternoon on the day following his kidnapping and he knew she and the other women would be fraught with worry. She started to cry when she heard his voice on the telephone. He made arrangements for all of the women, except Hannah of course, to fly out the next morning. He missed them and wanted to spend some time with them. He had been afraid for them while he had been the renegade's captive and he needed their physical presence to assuage his guilt at putting them at risk.

Back in Jnthrn's former bedroom, Kelly and Diane had made acquaintance. When he came in, Kelly was holding the other woman in her arms. They had both been crying. He sensed his familiar's empathy for the other woman and her sorrow for her travails.

His auburn haired lover reached out to him when she saw he had returned. “Diane needs you,” she said. It was strange to hear her voice after so many weeks of silence. She had spoken to him earlier and he had been pleased to hear her words. There was no need for her silence any more. His mission was accomplished.

Kelly kissed him and then made him lie down on the bed. Diane gleefully took hold of his cock and subsumed it in her mouth. She took her time in pleasuring him, suckling on the bulbous head of his manhood, licking its shaft, caressing his soft stones, while his lover lay next to him, caressing his chest and face, kissing him tenderly. When Diane finally let him come, he groaned his pleasure and then Kelly took her turn while Diane switched positions with her. Cathy had awoken and was kneeling at the foot of the bed watching the display of lust. Kelly decided she needed his help too. While he was passionately plowing the pale, thin young girl's hot, tight sex, he relieved her mind of the controls Blackthorne had placed there and claimed her for his own. Jackie and Lucy were brought up to the room by Barbara and he spent some time ‘helping’ them.

When the three Apache girls who had been Blackthorne's servants came up with trays of food and jugs of tis-win, the Apache corn beer, they too clamored for attention. In fact, the rest of the afternoon and well into the night was a continuous fuck fest. Barbara kept on sneaking in, one by one, and sometimes in twos and threes, Blackthorne's enthralled women for him to ‘treat'.

It had been a grand party. When not seeking his sexual attentions, the women sought pleasure in each other's arms. Cathy played the piano, and not the soothing, cerebral tones she had played for Blackthorne. Deep down, the delicate young woman was a rock and roller and she really let it all hang out. The happy, naked women danced and laughed, spilling food and beer all over the fine floors. Ramón danced too, a first for him.

The jugs of high proof beer, bitter to taste but with an extreme wallop, kept coming. Ramón, although he had learned to enjoy the effects of liquor in moderate amounts, had never consumed enough to get drunk. But by the end of the night, he was so toasted he had to crawl back to the bed.

In the morning, Ramón awoke with Kelly and Diane ensconced on the bed with him. Naked, snoring women were spread out all over the floor. Quietly, so as to not initiate another round of orgiastic mayhem, he woke and then, to his and their enjoyment, drained the two women of the mists they had gathered during the night. His head had been pounding from the effects of the beer, but when he was finished and refreshed by the vital substance, two happy, exhausted, comely women sleeping in the bed next to him, he felt much better.

The three pretty, black haired and dark skinned Apache girls awoke when he went to the bathroom to shower and they insisted on washing him. One thing led to another and they ended by taking turns sucking at his prick until he came once for each of them.

When Ramón returned to the bedroom, he took a moment to relish the memory of the night's festivities. It had been a joyful evening. He hadn't realized how much the burden of his task had weighed down on him. He felt relieved, reinvigorated.

"What a world this is,” Ramón thought for perhaps the hundredth time. The happiness and affection of the women last night had been wondrous. He pitied the renegade who had missed the best things this world had to offer. Why conquer the world when you could conquer hearts? He realized he would miss this world. He looked over at the sleeping Kelly and realized leaving her would be the hardest thing he had ever done. He owed her so much and had given her so little. Would his heart ache when he returned to the Whole, he wondered. Of course, in his native form he did not have a heart. But he would always remember having had one and the pain he felt at the loss of human love.

It was late. The desert sun had reached a midpoint in the sky. There was a large veranda outside the bedroom and he walked outside to take in the beauteous vista. It was cold and he was naked, but he did not mind. The smell of the clean air filled him with pleasure. Off in the distance, high in the sky was an eagle, looping in wide circles, searching for prey. Its graceful flight reminded him of his first morning in this universe. He had watched a hawk coasting an air current high above the Virginia landscape. He remembered his delight at his bath in the brook, the first apple he ate, the taste of the orange juice he had drank. All this would soon be gone. It made him sad to think of it.

Ramón heard a sound behind him and when he turned he saw the ample figure of Barbara Cloud, the High Priestess standing there. For some reason, being naked in front of her was always disconcerting to him. She must have read his mind since she told him, “Don't worry, Nanteeka, Blackthorne was a real clothes horse and you look like you're just about his size."

Ramón smiled. The heavyset woman was wearing a bright red house dress with wide, vertical, golden stripes that descended down to just above her ankles. Her oversized breasts stood out like mountains. She had a pair of dark brown leather sandals on her feet. Yesterday, her long black hair was tied up in a braid behind her head, but today she had let it all hang out and her hair fell down around her shoulders and back loosely. She stepped up next to him and looked out over the rough, awe inspiring terrain. “Kinda pretty, ain't it,” she said.

"Yes, it's beautiful,” Ramón replied wistfully.

"Blackthorne used to stand right where you are now and look out over it. Somehow, I don't believe he appreciated it as much as you."

"Well, that was his loss,” Ramón answered. “He was mad, you know, before he ever got here. If we had known..."

"Never mind all that, Nanteeka,” the woman replied. “Everything has a purpose."

"Why do you call me that?” Ramón asked. “I'm not a god. Far from it. I'm not even really a man."

"No, you're not a god. I know that. I know more about you than you may think. I've been probing what we call the spirit world for almost 40 years and I've done some traveling myself. Ghosts like you have been here before. Many times. Some have wreaked havoc like your friend. Some have done good. Mostly good though."

The pair of dimensional travelers stood quietly enjoying the view of the craggy mountains and the sun brightened semi-arid desert that stretched for miles between them. After a while, Barbara spoke again.

"We've got to talk. Why don't you put on some duds and come on downstairs? I'll have some breakfast set up in the study."

The long, polished wood table in the study was covered with a huge, colorful bowl filled with fresh fruit salad, muffins, a steaming plate of flapjacks and plump, flakey, fresh baked croissants. Blackthorne's clothes had fit him fine. He was wearing a white, cotton, peasant style shirt with delicate, embroidered flowers over it and a pair of crisp, bright blue jeans. The renegade's sandals were just a little big for him and so he had come down barefoot. Barbara Cloud was waiting for him. Two places were set at the table at either side of a corner.