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Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2006 20:10:01 -0500
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Dream Control, by Ninebol


Marie and Linda had left the building and gone out for lunch
today. They picked a quiet little restaurant that was an easy
walk from the office. After they were seated and the host had
taken their drink order, the talk turned inevitably to the office
hunk, Jarrod. He was so handsome that nearly every woman in the
building lusted after him. Linda was married, so her comments
about Jarrod were just trash talk. But Marie was single and
between boyfriends. Her fantasies had grown over the last few
weeks. She had shared her school girl crush on Jarrod with Linda,
and some of her comments were downright vulgar. But what she
hadn't shared with Linda was that her fantasies had grown
increasingly explicit. For weeks now she had been regularly
masturbating while images of wild sex with Jarrod spun around in
her head.

Jarrod and several other men had been on the front lawn of the
office building playing some pick-up volleyball as Marie and
Linda left for lunch. Both had shamelessly ogled the men as they
walked past. Jarrod was shirtless, showing off his toned
swimmer's body. That plus his blonde hair and those piercing
bottle-blue eyes had given Marie weak knees. While waiting for
their lunch to be served, the girls went to the toilet to clean
up.

Once in a stall, Marie's fingers immediately went to her crotch.
For some reason, ever since she had begun these vivid fantasies
about Jarrod, she had stopped wearing underwear and was keeping
her pussy shaved clean. The short skirts she now wore made it
quick and easy; she frequently found herself rubbing up her
smooth snatch. Usually it was some random sexual thoughts about
Jarrod that brought a secret smile to her lips. She would sneak
in a quick feel and, for a brief moment, recall that fabulous
orgasm she had given herself in the shower that morning. Other
times it was a completely unconscious act. She'd be sitting at a
stop light, or talking on the phone with a client, and she'd
realize the tip of her middle finger was gently stroking up and
down across her clit. She would pull her hand away, wondering how
long she'd been at it. Had any body seen her? The lingering stink
of a horny pussy was constantly on her hands and she savored
every bit of it.

Linda was in the next stall, so Marie had to keep it quiet. She
hiked her dress up and sat on the toilet, getting right down to
business. Her cunt was already dripping wet and her labia were
swollen, her clit was fully engorged with blood, nearly the size
of a thimble. She knew that another glorious orgasm was only
moments away. She called up the vision of Jarrod playing
volleyball, his taut athletic body jumping, running, barefoot...
naked... erect... penetrating... thrusting... Oh god, hear it
comes... almost...

Suddenly someone kicked in the door to her stall. The door
slammed into her knee and she screamed in pain. It was Jarrod, or
maybe not? This man was huge, hairy, an ugly. Marie's attacker
grabbed her around the throat. His calloused hand was so big, his
fingers met themselves at the back of her neck. He lifted her off
the toilet and dragged her across the ladies room. With one hand
around her neck he lifted her onto the wash counter and slammed
her head against the mirror. It shattered with a loud crack. He
leaned forward and roared profanity at her. His breath stank and
his teeth were crooked and rotting. But those eyes, those endless
hypnotic eyes, it was definitely Jarrod. Yet he had changed. It
was not the same Jarrod who moments earlier could fulfill her
every dream.

Marie lost control in her fear and emptied her bladder right
there. She called out for help, but when Linda exited her stall,
she calmly washed her hands in the next sink. Linda left the
room, as if she was blind to the brutal attack happening right
there. Other patrons moved about, oblivious to her plight. She
begged for mercy, but he just laughed.

"Let's see if you've followed your instructions." He bellowed.
With his free hand he gripped the front of her dress and jerked
it completely off her body, throwing the urine soaked rag aside.
She tried to cover her breasts, but he slapped her hands away.
"You stupid fuckin' slut!" he screamed, "I told you to get these
titties pierced! What kind disgusting whore are you? You like
getting' the crap beat outa ya?" His free hand slipped between
her legs and cupped her cunt. "Nothin' down here, either! Well
this is gonna hurt you a whole lot more that it's gonna hurt me."

Jarrod rolled his right hand into a massive fist. His first blow
landed on her solar plexus, knocking both the wind and the will
to fight right out of her. Two more blows landed in her ribs and
she could feel them snap like twigs. Next he punched her nose and
it broke with a sickening crunch. Now with an open hand he
slapped her repeatedly. Her eyes started to swell shut and blood
ran from her nose and mouth. Marie looked down at Jarrod's
erection; it was a monster, cartoonishly large, like from some
beast in a cheap horror movie.

Jarrod pulled her off the counter and spun her around facing the
shattered mirror. She looked at a dozen copies of her battered
face. She felt his cock at her asshole, and with one quick
thrust, he was buried all the way up her rectum. Her anus ripped
at the forced, unlubricated entry and he took up a steady rhythm.
For several minutes he sodomized her and she was forced to watch
a kaleidoscope of her anal rape in the mirror. Then as his pace
quickened, he pressed her face into the sink of water. She choked
on the water as it filled her lungs. His body stiffened and he
began to pump her bowels full of semen. Just as Marie began to
asphyxiate, she came hard, and as the world began to fade, she
woke up.

Marie was alone, lying face down on her bed, her legs dangling
off the end, her but thrust up in the air in a classic rear-entry
pose. She was naked; she was not allowed to wear clothes in her
apartment. Her right hand was relentlessly rubbing across her
pussy. She rolled onto her back, knowing exactly what was next.
She grabbed a dildo and started using it on herself. Her
masturbation continued without stopping and a phantom image of
Jarrod filled her mind. This time it was the real Jarrod, not the
ones in her dreams. He was neither handsome nor ugly.

As dreams go, Marie could not truly remember what the dream
lover/rapist looked like. She could only remember a faint
pleasantness about the handsome Jarrod. And even though the
terror and pain of her rape dream was fresh enough that she still
trembled in fear, try as she might, she couldn't call up the
image of her attacker or even the details of what he had done to
her. Only one thing stood clear; his eyes, as blue and bottomless
as she had ever seen. This one, an imaginary version of the real
Jarrod, was just your average looking schmuck.

The dreams Marie had were always changing to new places and new
scenarios. If she was being punished, some terrifying
Jarrod/monster would rape and torture her. When she obeyed, a
tender gentleman, hot lover Jarrod would take her to new heights
of pleasure. But when she woke up, she was fucked by this
accurate looking representation of the real Jarrod. This one, the
real one, used her as a simple sex object. He obviously enjoyed
himself, but the imaginary activity brought no pleasure to Marie.
He would enter her without foreplay, pump her without rhythm,
spend his seed and leave her horny and unsatisfied. Her hands
operated outside her conscious control, keeping time to the
phantom Jarrod that was fucking her. Unable to stop, she
masturbated with the dildo until the phantom Jarrod was finished.
As the phantom vanished into the dark room, she pulled the dildo
out and carefully cleaned it with her tongue. Then she drifted
off to sleep.

Marie was ecstatic. For weeks she had been flirting with the new
tenant. Though he seemed mildly interested, he had never taken
the bait. He would politely deflect her comments and then
positively melt her with his rich smile. Finally she had enlisted
Linda's help. All three lived on the same floor, and with Marie's
urging, Linda had organized an informal FAC for everyone on the
floor. Marie had taken the lead and asked Jarrod to join her on a
picnic. The moment he had accepted, her nipples had hardened and
her neck and face flushed with heat. City Park was two blocks
away; the date was tomorrow, Saturday.

The morning had dragged by. She assembled a simple lunch into a
basket, complete with a sweet wine and a soft blanket. She
checked and rechecked her makeup to be perfect. Marie tried on
nearly a dozen different dresses. She settled on a light flowery
sun dress and flat sandals. She was determined to seduce him, so
she chose to wear no panties. She would find some innocent
opportunity to let her already high hemline ride up to expose her
treasure to him. She frequently ran her fingertips across her
cunt, ensuring her shave so there wasn't even a hint of stubble.
Marie was literally squirming in anticipation when the door knock
came.

After some shy chit chat, they walked down to the park. Jarrod
laced his fingers into hers as they walked, and Marie pressed her
warm lush body next to his. They found a sunny patch of grass and
spread out the blanket. It was so peaceful, and romantic. Some
teenagers played Frisbee golf. Two young boys threw rocks into
the lake. New mothers pushed their baby carriages. A pack of
hunting dogs brayed in the distance.

Hunting dogs? Marie jumped up in sudden fear. She had wandered
from the path and now she was alone in the forest, lost. The
barking came closer, so she ran away from the sound. The trees
closed in and thorny underbrush began to tear at her dress,
ripping it away in patches. She lost her sandals, and soon she
was naked, running for her life. Balance was difficult, for her
hands were tied at the wrist. Her legs grew weak and sluggish.
She tripped and fell, finding herself flat on her back. Roots
wound around her ankles and pulled her legs up and apart. Her
arms were pinned above her head. She lay there writhing, nude,
her sex completely exposed, shrieking in fear. The dogs arrived
and formed a circle around her.

Much snarling and snapping ensued as each dog reasserted his
position in the pack. After a minute they all settled down with
the lead dog standing between Marie's parted legs. The alpha dog
reared up onto his hind legs, stood upright, and changed. There
stood Jarrod, huge, muscled, unshaven, filthy, repulsive. He
shook his head in obvious disgust. "When are you gonna fuckin'
learn?" Jarrod grabbed a handful of the underbrush and rolled it
into tangled bundle. He proceeded to whip her with it. Each
stroke dug dozens of thorns into her flesh. He whipped her
breasts, chest, neck and face. He attended each leg in turn and
blanketed her inner thighs with ripping strokes. He flayed her
crotch with hard strikes. Soon she was bleeding from head to toe.
He slipped each ankle over a shoulder and shoved his massive cock
deep into her. Each thrust pounded into her and the gravel and
dirt began to shred the skin on her back. He kept his rhythm even
for several minutes. When he came, she
joined him.

When Marie woke up, she was already on her back. She was already
shoving a fat dildo in and out of her cunt. The phantom Jarrod
was already on top of her grunting his way to a quick orgasm.
When he was done with her, he vanished. She was alone, still
shivering with fright. The nightmare was already an evaporating
illusion, the details gone. All she could remember was her
instructions.

By now, Marie's genitals were sore from all the self abuse. She
quit stabbing herself with the fake cock and calmed herself as
best she could. She licked the dildo clean and left it on the bed
with the others. It was morning, and it was time to get up and
start her day. That had been the fourth nightmare of the night.
She knew she would submit today, she had no choice. She would do
as she was told.

She would take her shower and perform her daily ritual shave.
After removing all the hair from the neck down with a disposable
razor, she used one of the shower dildos on herself and endured
another fuck with the phantom version of Jarrod. If she didn't
shave and masturbate every single morning, she got raped that
night in her dreams. If she didn't lick a dildo clean after use,
she got raped. She picked out her clothes for the day and hung
them from a hook by the door. Then she ate breakfast in the nude
and put on heavy makeup for work. Not until right before stepping
out the door was she allowed to dress. She dared not wear
anything but high hemmed, low cut, tight fitting dresses,
thigh-high stockings, and open-toed pumps; nothing else. It had
been months since she had put on a bra or panties; she new
better. Skirts and blouses were not allowed, just tiny dresses.

Today she had called her boss's voicemail and told her she would
be late. Linda was her boss, and she wouldn't question it. Linda
was also shaving from the neck down, and having frequent sex with
the three fantasy Jarrods. Marie was Linda's secretary, and the
two of them had been in several meetings with a wealthy new
investor at the bank. Each time Jarrod would sit quietly in a
closed room with the two women for an hour mentally rewiring
them. At the end of the meetings, he would have casual sex with
both women, leaving them sexually unsatisfied, but with their
pussies filled to overflowing with his seed, leaking down their
legs. After each meeting, both women would live with additional
daemons wound around their brains. They found themselves unable
to talk to anyone about their predicament, even each other.

Some of the daemons Marie now lived with took direct control of
her actions, operating her as a puppet. Other changes in her life
required her participation. New instructions were delivered in
her dreams by either the tender loving handsome Jarrod or the
brute. If she followed instructions, she would enjoy nighttime
visits from the handsome Jarrod. These dreams always left her
thrilled, sexy, and satisfied. Her mornings were fresh and happy.
But if she balked at some new instruction, the ugly thug Jarrod
invaded her sleep giving her abusive rape themed nightmares. The
nightmares got more violent and frightening until Marie relented.


Today Marie relented. She picked up the small box he had given
her in the last meeting and drove over to a shop called Tribal
Rights, a tattoo and piercing studio. She plastered on a fake
smile and entered.

She told the technician what she wanted, but he balked. "That is
too many for one session. It will be a lot of pain."

She insisted, so he agreed. When asked to pick out the jewelry,
she handed him the box.

His eyes sparkled when he opened it. "Are these real diamonds? By
god, they are! Step behind the curtain. Here is a smock you can
wear."

Marie pulled the curtain closed behind her, but didn't wear the
smock offered. She peeled off her dress and hopped up onto the
chair. She settled her knees over the stirrups and began
masturbating. She knew she was getting off easy here. A month ago
Linda had taken a full week off from work unexpectedly. When she
returned, she sported a pair of large silicone tits. They were so
big, they were obviously false. But they sure got your attention.
Marie had always been blessed with naturally large breasts, but
Linda's were now much bigger. What Marie was about to do seemed
much less permanent; rings could always be removed.

She kept on stroking when the artist entered. He smiled, and
adjusted his cock in his pants. "You have to stop now. I have to
scrub you clean and you cannot touch yourself while I work. Do I
need to restrain you?" Even though he was wearing a surgeon's
mask, she could see his grin was wide.

"No, sir, you may go ahead." She quit, inwardly frustrated.

He got to work, cleaning her hairless crotch and jutting nipples
with antiseptic wash and letting it all air dry. He started by
piercing her nipples first, then her puffy swollen labia. She
winced each time the needle penetrated, but her breathing and
expression was that of a woman receiving great sex.

Most women have a clitoris too small to pierce. But the artist
found that Marie had an exceptionally large one; perhaps the
largest he had ever seen. It was an easy target, and as the
needle pushed through her most sensitive organ, she came,
whimpering softly and doing her best to stay still for him.

It was all done. After cleaning up the blood, Marie was the proud
owner of three diamond rings, one in each nipple, and one
dangling from her still erect clitoris. She also wore six simple
gold bands in her labia, grouped down low surrounding her vaginal
opening.

When she asked that all of the rings be permanently closed, he
refused. "Come back in three weeks when everything is healed, and
I'll gladly weld them closed, no charge."

After learning about proper care for her new body additions, she
paid the man and went to her office. Linda didn't question where
she had been. She simply gave Marie some work to get done.

Despite the dull pain in her parts, Marie's mood was quit upbeat
the rest of the day. The new jewelry in her genitals kept her on
a slight sexual edge throughout, and she decided she needed a
drink on the way home. She pulled into one of her favorite
watering holes after work and ordered one, then two glasses of
wine. As the place started to fill up, things got a little
livelier. Some fellow asked her to dance and she accepted. One
thing led to another and soon they left together for her place.

They barely got in the front door before they were at each other.
Their first fuck was frantic and disorganized. They didn't get
beyond the living room and nearly ever piece of furniture was
left smeared with their combined fluids. The place was a wreck,
and by the time he unloaded into her, she had enjoyed several
fabulous orgasms. After resting a short bit, they retired to her
bed and continued with nearly the same pace. He seemed to obsess
over her jewelry. It kept him hard for long stretches and he
tirelessly pounded her. After she would have three or four full
blown orgasms, they would switch to a new exotic position and
fuck some more. His stamina was incredible, his sense of timing
perfect. When he did come, four more times during the night, she
felt the most wonderful feeling of well-being wash over her. When
he wasn't hard, he used his tongue on her to keep her right on
the verge of ecstasy.

Not until the light of day slipped into the room did he finally
quit. He lay on his back and she on her side, resting her head on
his chest. Her eyes were fixed on his cock, impressive even when
soft. She knew if she touched it with her hand, he'd get hard
again and she would be late for work. She had never felt this
happy, not once. He kissed her on the forehead and she lookup up
into his deep blue eyes.

"Marie?" he asked softly.

"Yes my love."

"There's something I'd like you to do. You know that sexy boss of
yours, Linda? Every workday from now on, at least once a day, I
want you to kneel down behind her and lick her asshole."

Marie sat up in bed. She looked at the clock; it wasn't even
midnight yet and she had just woken from the first great dream of
the night. Due to her fresh jewelry holes, she was exempt from
masturbating. She lay back and spread her legs wide, accepting
Jarrod's phantom fuck. He left her horny and eager to get back to
sleep.

Marie had four more wet dreams that night, each one more lurid
and consuming than the previous. During the last one Linda's
image drifted in and out. When Linda appeared, Marie would
eagerly lick her crinkled anus. Jarrod leaned in close giving
detailed instructions. He had Marie leave copious amounts of
saliva in her crack and he would then fuck Linda's well
lubricated butt. Watching him sodomize her sexy boss made Marie
extremely horny, and she masturbated ferociously. The anal sex
was giving Linda a stream of orgasms and Marie was having them
from just watching. When Marie woke up, she knew what she was.
When she got to work she would be Linda's ass licking secretary.

The whole drive to work, she wondered how she would approach her
boss. She couldn't imagine just outright asking her boss if she
could lick her butt. Right after she arrived, the intercom buzzed
"Marie, would you come in for a moment?"

When Marie entered her boss's office, she found Linda bent
forward over her desk, knees wide, back arched, her ass held high
up. The skirt of Linda's expensive business suit was bunched up
past her waist and, of course, she wasn't wearing panties. Linda
had reached back and was pulling her ass cheeks apart. Marie
recognized the rising whining Linda was making. She was only
several licks away from orgasm. Marie's mouth watered, but she
didn't swallow, knowing she would leave Linda's crack dripping
wet.

Marie recalled her exact instructions, '... at least once a
day...' She smiled devilishly, and quickly knelt down. She
inhaled deeply, taking in the rich aroma. She spit several times,
watching her saliva drool down across Linda's anus, asking,
"Linda, if I lick you five times a day, will my dreams be five
times as sexy?"



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