## Archive-name: the_dreamer

The dream enhancement hardware was attached to my cranium and the fiber optic leads secured into the connectors that had been surgically inserted into my brain. I was tightly strapped into a reclined padded chair and I watched as several technicians in white lab coats busied themselves over computer screens and equipment that I did not even began to understand. Finally one of the technicians walked over to me and gave me the "thumbs-up".

"Okay Mr. Jarrad, everything looks good here. If all goes well you will soon be experiencing your dreams as if they were the real thing."

"And if things don't go well?" I asked slightly nervous.

The technician chuckled. "Don't worry Mr. Jarrad. We have never lost a patient yet. You just relax and soon you will be off on your trip to.." He scanned a clipboard in his hand. "- the Antarctic. You sure picked a cold place to take a dream trip, but I'm sure you will enjoy yourself."

"I sure hope so," I replied, having spent every cent in my possession on this trip. At my arm, a technician injected me with a sedative and soon I was drifting off to sleep. Just as I was dropping off I vaguely recalled hearing someone say in an alarmed voice, "Oh Shit! The computer just took a power hit!". It was the last thing I heard before blacking out.

Upon awaking I knew instantly that something had gone wrong. Instead of being in the below freezing environment of the polar regions, I was laying in a grassy field with a warm breeze flowing gently over my face. I sat up and was amazed as to how realistic my surroundings were. I reached down and plucked a blade of green grass and rolled it around in my fingers. I could not tell any difference between it and the real thing!

"Hello!! If you can hear me you guys screwed up!" I called out wondering if the technicians back at the dream center could hear me. After a moment with no response I began to walk off down a nearby path. "Well, since I am here I might as well see what is around," I said aloud to no one in particular.

Approaching a knoll I saw a disturbance ahead next to a clump of bushes. From my distance I could see two figures, one standing over the other tending to what looked like ropes attached to the limbs of the one laying on the ground. My curiosity grew but I didn't want to interrupt the happenings so I carefully and quietly made my way closer through a nearby clump of trees and undergrowth. My course took me to a position just opposite of the couple and being pretty sure that I was concealed, I popped my head up over the bushes.

What I saw completely floored me. Laying upon the ground on her back was a young beautiful blonde hair woman. She was completely naked save a pair of high heels adorning her feet. A dark hair man wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans stood above her and was adjusting the tension of four ropes, each running from the branches of trees above them to her four limbs. With the ropes running the way they were, her arms and legs were pulled upwards and spread wide apart. She was struggling and screaming but that was all her bonds allowed her to do.

My first reaction was that of horror and I wanted to rush to the young woman's aid, but then I realized that this wasn't really happening, that it was all a dream. But why was I dreaming this?! It was too real. Then I started to notice a few things that showed the flaws of the dream enhancer, one of them, chiefly being the lack of flaws. The girl, for instance, was not just beautiful, but perfect, without a single flaw, wrinkle or untoned muscle on her body. In reacting with my mind, the dream enhancer had created the ideal woman with perfectly shaped tits, long luscious legs and a beautifully manicured snatch. The man also exhibited this image of perfection, but only insofar as my mind gave him attributes. I guess because of his sinister nature, I had dreamt up a nice long scar across his cheek and given him a rough, unshaven look.

But the scene unfolding before me was not from my dreams, I was certain of that. Somehow, I deduced, some of my dream material had been mixed with that of another dreamer at the institute where my body was now strapped into the chair. It was mixed with the dreams of a very disturbed individual and I wondered how far it would go.

As if answering my question, the man knelt down between the girl's legs, pulled out two metal stakes from a bag, and drove them into the groundwith a hammer, in front of both upthrust ass cheeks. I could not guess what this was for.

He seemed to really be enjoying himself and occasionally I caught a snippet of their banter. He seemed to be admonishing her for her lack of performance as a slave and she in turn, was begging for mercy and promising to be a better slave girl. Slave girl? Suddenly I realized that I was in someone's dream about sex slaves, a common dream, but in this case taken to the extreme.

From a burlap sack the man removed a jar of what looked like honey. Unscrewing the top of it, he held the open jar over her prone body and began dribbling the golden syrup over her breasts, covering them well, and then brought it down to her pussy, drenching it as well. But he wasn't done. From his pocket he took out what looked like two alligator clamps tied to thin cords. These he clamped tight over her pussy lips while she screamed in agony and wriggled in her bonds. He then drew the cords outwards spreading her lips wide till the tunnel to her inner cunt was fully opened. The cords were tied to the stakes so that she could in no way move without tearing her pussy lips off.

Adding to her punishment, he dipped his fingers into the honey jar and then shoved them into her honey pot, making sure that her love tunnel was completely coated with the sticky stuff. Satisfied with his work, he then picked up the jar and began laying down a trail of honey from her cunt towards two large ant hills nearby. Another trail was laid down from her tits to two more ant colonies. He laughed at her and took a seat on a nearby tree stump to watch the show.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before I saw a gathering of red dots heading up along the honey trail towards her wide-open cunt. She saw it as well and really began to freak out. It didn't take long before thousands of ants were crawling all over her tits and disappearing into her pussy. As if that wasn't enough, the man got back up and went over and began poking at the ants, pissing them off. I could tell they were biting her because she would jump and yelp suddenly.

I watched this spectacle for some time before I tired of it and decided to wander on, leaving what I hoped was this dream's only perverted occurrence behind.

I walked for what seemed a couple of miles along a path without seeing anyone, my only company the sounds of wild birds and squirrels. When I came across the small village I wasn't as surprised this time when I saw another one of the sadistic dream sequences being played out before me. This time however, instead of hiding in the bushes, I decided to walk down to the village and take a closer look.

All along the village's main street there were women in one form of bondage or another. They were all gorgeous, of course, and properly submissive for their position in life as sex slaves. As I turned a corner, I saw in front of me a man wearing only a pair of black leather pants holding a long whip. His attention was focused on a woman suspended by her wrists with rope a few inches off the ground. Her feet were similarly tied far apart, dangling in mid-air. She must have been in severe pain just from having her body suspended in that manner. Another man came out with what looked like a pole with a steel dildo on the end of it. At the base of the dildo there was an upside down "V" shaped plate of metal wrapped around the pole. The surface of the metal plate was covered with small pointed studs.

As I walked closer to get a good look at what was transpiring, I was almost shocked when the woman looked into my eyes and begged that I help her. For some reason I thought that my presence might have gone unobserved by these figments of my imagination. Realizing that I was now an integral part of this dream, I took a look at the size of the man wielding the whip and decided against intervening.

"I'm sorry," I said to her, "but your not real." She looked at me like I was the one who was not real and then turned to see what was going on between her legs.

The second man grasped the pole with both hands and shoved the dildo deep into her cunt until her pussy lips rested on the metal plate. The other end of the pole went into a clamp on the ground and then he stood back next to me.

"You see," he began to explain to me, "the plate between her legs will take a lot of the weight off her arms at the expensive of her cunt having to straddle those nasty pointed studs. She will probably find it worthwhile so long as she doesn't jump around." He pointed at the man holding the whip. "But I don't think she is going to have that luxury."

"What did she do to deserve this? I asked.

"Because she must be punished," he replied blandly.

"What did she do specifically though?" I pressed on.

He paused for a moment and had a sort of puzzled look on his face. Finally he spoke as if it was very unnatural. "Nothing at all. She is being punished because you want it." Tired of my questions he walked away.

I had to think about this one. I knew it had to do something with the whole dream enhancer but I think the correct answer was because the "someone else" had wanted it, not me.

Just then, my train of thought was interrupted by the whistling sound of a whip passing quickly through the air and then the sudden wet crack as the last two feet connected with both her breasts, just underneath the nipples. Her whole body convulsed and spasmed within the ropes holding her aloft and then as the secondary pain of the studs gouging into her tender cunt lips hit her, she hefted her weight up onto her arms and screamed with unbridled torment A nice red welt rose quickly where the whip had kissed her flesh. As disgusting and horrendous this was to me, I could not break the trance and found myself watching until she had been whipped a good two dozen times all across her tits, belly, ass and legs. Her cunt was beet red and raw from the abuse of the metal studs.

Finally I had had enough of this and turned my back on the scene and walked towards the other side of the village where I thought I saw an ice cream parlor. The sounds of her screams faded as I turned down another street. At the entrance to the ice cream parlor I thought that things might be more normal inside. How wrong I was.

Upon entering the establishment I looked around and noted that the place was empty except for a pudgy, middle aged man working behind the counter. I bellied up to the counter and after looking at the menu, decided to have a chocolate milk shake. There were no prices listed so I could only assume that my dream took care of this detail. "I'll have a milkshake please."

"Sure thing," said the storekeeper. "We really pride ourselves on the best quality shakes in the whole region. We use only the freshest of ingredients. All of our milk is squeezed on demand. I'll be right back. You make yourself comfortable." The man walked through a door behind the counter and disappeared.

With what I had experienced thus far in this demented dream it didn't come as any surprise when he came back a few minutes later with a drop-dead gorgeous blonde on a leash with her arms secured behind her back. She looked at me as she was led by my seat to a device at the end of the counter.

"Yep, freshly squeezed milk is all that we use. The best." In front of the device a wide glass tube protruded up from the floor about a foot and a half. Guiding the young slave girl to her knees, he positioned her so that she straddled the glass tube and then pushed her knees apart until her cunt was wrapped around the glass. In order to keep her in place, he slipped two straps over her calves near the knees. In this position she could neither open nor close her legs. I guess she was bred to be a milking maid because her breasts were quite large, yet perfectly shaped with nipples just how I liked them.

The storekeeper then grabbed a pair of large clear plastic cups with tubing going from the center of each back towards the machine which I identified as a vacuum pump. Before he applied the plastic cups, he reached down and gave each tit a good squeeze to check their firmness. The young woman flinched at his roughness but was apparently used to the treatment and watched me intently as a caged animal does it's audience. I was almost embarrassed but reminded myself that this was all a dream, not real.

Flipping the machine on, I heard the powerful suction adhere the cups to her tits. As the machine chug-a-chugged away I noticed that the suction was designed suck and release, suck and release, suck and release, and so on. Soon I saw a white milky substance flowing freely from her tits, down the tubes, and collect in a glass milk container next to the machine. As the milking continued I noticed that she was shaking slightly and a fine sheen of perspiration was showing on her skin. A sort of dreamy look came over her and I realized that she was getting off on the treatment.

"What is the tube between her legs for?" I asked the storekeeper unwittingly beginning to get into the theme of the dream.

"That's the secret of our famous milk shakes. As the bitch gets off on the milking, we also milk her cunt juices. If you look close you can see it dripping down the tube and collecting in the jar below." He invited me over.

Seeing how absolutely beautiful these girls were, I knew that I could not resist getting caught up in my dream, and seeing how she was enjoying her treatment, I let myself go with the flow.

I knelt down in front of her and watched the clear juice of her pussy drain into the vacuum created within the tube. I reached out and touched her thigh and felt her jump ever so slightly to my touch. This was just too real! The storekeeper watched me close, as a farmer would watch someone examining his prize cow, but didn't say anything. I decided to see how far I could go and let my hand slide up and across to her split-apart cunt lips. Still no reaction from the man, so I began to finger her clit and she began to shake quite noticeably. At this the storekeeper surprised me.

"Hey there!" he said loudly. "Don't go friggin my bitch before she is done milking. I gotta collect every bit of cunt juice from her as I can. She can stay there for another hour if she is left alone, but you go touching her like that and she will cum before her time. No slave of mine will ever cum before their time!"

Now where have I heard that before? I got up and apologized to the storekeeper and decided to pass on the milkshake. The very thought of drinking her breast milk and love juice mixed together was just a little too much.

Departing from the ice creme parlor, I headed out of town again wishing to explore the countryside of my dream. As I approached a barn with a grain silo out front I saw a man conducting archery practice at some unknown target hidden behind a row of hedges. I only assumed he was practicing because of the slow, methodical way in which he withdrew an arrow from the quill strapped to his back and carefully placed it into the long bow. He stared at his target for some time before raising the bow, pulling back on the string, and aiming. The instant after he released the string and the arrow flew off downrange, I witnessed a blood curling scream rise from behind the hedges.

Quickly I raced to a position just behind and to the side of the archer. As he spotted me he just smiled in my general direction and began loading another arrow into his bow. About forty feet away on the ground there was a woman, naked of course, staked out spread eagle, her pussy facing our direction. To my total disbelief, between her cunt lips there was the last foot of an arrow sticking straight out. Blood was oozing down between her ass cheeks and onto the ground and she was in a state of shock.

I wanted to rush the archer but again had to tell myself that this was only a dream, as real as it seemed, and that I might only end up with an arrow sticking out of my stomach if I tried something rash. Though I knew that it was only a dream, I knew that pain was still pain. I decided that it was better if my dream characters experienced the pain rather than myself.

Before I had the chance to turn away, the archer released another deadly arrow, right on target, deep within her bloody cunt. I hadn't realized that I could toss my cookies in a dream, but toss them I did. And then I ran.

But the dream had hardly taken a turn for the better. Just around the next corner I ran smack into another situation taking place in front of a country home. There was the now familiar scream of a woman, and I saw a naked man pushing his bound slave out the front door towards an outdoor gardening work table. There was little ritual or foreplay in his rape of this sweet thing. With her elbows tied to her waist she could not fight off his attack.

With little regard to her physical being, he grabbed her and tossed her up on top of the table, belly down, with her tits dangling over the front edge of the table. And what luscious tits they were.

By this time I had overcome any embarrassment that I might have associated with voyeurism. It was obvious the characters in my dream didn't give my presence any thought.

The man had an unusually large cock which he unmercifully rammed in one swift motion into the girl's cunt. He fucked her this way for awhile and then to the dismay of the young lady, encircled her neck with a short garrote. Holding her firmly with one hand, and pinning her against the table with his cock, he savagely pulled back on the garrote causing her to slowly strangle. Tears erupted from her eyes as she choked and squirmed to get away from this madman. Just when I thought she would pass out from lack of oxygen, he would release his grip and allow her to take a few deep breaths, all the while fucking her. He repeated this over and over. It was a sick scene that I did not hang around to watch for much longer.

Continuing my exploration of my dream world, I made my way through the countryside and crossed over a bridge spanning a rapidly moving river. On the other side of the river I noticed what looked like a collection of teepees, just like the ones used by the Indians of the old Americas. As I approached the little bit of civilization I saw some movement around to the rear near a creek. Once again, the dream enhancer was interjecting the theme of serious S&M into my subconscious.

Before me there were seven individuals, five women and two males, all apparently Indians except for one poor white girl bound spread eagle between two vertical poles. One raven hair Indian girl was bound in a standing "A" position with her hands tied above her head. Her cunt was being serviced by another Indian girl's tongue while at the same time she was being whipped on the ass by one of the male Indians. I wondered what her transgression might have been but realized that it was probably nothing at all.

The other male was standing, oblivious to his surroundings it appeared, while he was receiving a blow job from an unbound Indian girl. I was just starting to think that this was fairly tame compared to what I had seen earlier when a very beautiful Indian girl walked up to the bound white girl and placed what looked reeds of short bamboo between the girl's toes, and then took two split reeds, which acted like clothes pins, and attached them to the nipples of the girl. Fetching a burning torch she lit the ends of the bamboo reeds and walked away leaving the young girl to suffer. The girl began crying and wailing as the burning bamboo began heating up her nipples and toes. Not particularly wanting to watch any further, I turned my back to them and walked away from the Indian village, heading further down the path.

But my horrifying dream was hardly over. Just a short walk away from the Indians, I came across a lonesome woman who was in a very precarious position. She was kneeling on the very edge of a raised platform with her arms and elbows tightly secured behind her back. Her mouth was stuffed with a ball gag and her tits were wrapped with a thin cord, giving her large tits the appearance of protruding balloons.

Between her legs, running from her rear and sloping downwards to the ground, was the largest razor blade I had ever seen. In her current stance, the young woman was certain to pitch face forward onto the length of this huge razor, sliding downwards and doing all sorts of harm to herself (I cared not to envision this). However, tied to her arms and running to a nearby tree, there was a rope holding her weight up. Unfortunately for her, just underneath the rope there was a candle burning slowly away at the fibers. It looked like the rope was just about ready to part, sending her flying towards the gleaming blade.

I could have raced over and rescued her from her fate, as there was no one else around to prevent my action, but I theorized that if it was only a dream, that if I turned and walked away, it wouldn't actually happen. At least that is what I hoped as I beat feet from the clearing.

No sooner that I had departed the girl about ready to be sliced and diced on the razor blade, then did I run into another sadistic occurrence of my dream. Before me, a woman, blonde hair, beautiful body of course, was strapped to two horizontal bars in spread eagle fashion. She too was gagged for some unknown reason. Her rump was towards me and she was looking over her shoulder with great concern as to what was going on behind her. Between her legs I watched a man clamp down a crossbow on a fixed ramp directed straight to her wide open cunt. He was whistling as he worked on loading the bow with what looked like a two inch wide silver shaft with a pointed dildo at the end. With great effort he pulled back on the crossbow and latched the string. Now he poised himself to the side and gently tugged on the release string for the crossbow, teasing her I suppose.

"So bitch," he said in a rough voice, "ya want it deeper do ya? Well, yer going to get it real deep now!" He threw back his head and issued a raucous laugh and without further ado, pulled the string. It happened so fast that I could barely perceive what occurred, but I saw the bow string snap forward with incredible energy propelling the thick-shafted, dildo-armed arrow forward the six inches towards the woman's pussy. The aim was true and almost instantly her pussy lips were split wide as the two inch thickshaft penetrated her outer barrier. A fraction of a second later the dildo had completely disappeared into her pinkness followed by a large portion of the remaining shaft. As the dildo met resistance deep within her sliperycanal, I saw her body literally leap forward in it's bonds with a sudden jerk. Every muscle in her body stiffened as the shaft came to a stop and I heard the most horrible shriek trying to escape from behind the ball gag between her teeth.

I guess she got her wish. I shrugged and walked away realizing that I was becoming desensitized to what was happening in my dreams. How long would this continue, I wondered.

Vaginal impaling seemed to be the primary theme of the day as I was soon to discover. After a long journey across low foot hills and through farm land, I eventually came across a small town. By now my stomach, whether real or not, I did not know, was grumbling for food and water. I decided to see if I could find some place to eat.

There were many people wandering about the small town. Most of the women were in bondage, several of them were being publicly raped and sodomized. I happened upon one young man who did not have a slave at his side. He appeared fairly tame from outward appearances so I asked him where I might go to get a good meal.

"You are a stranger to our humble town," he stated in a friendly manner. "Come with me to my home. I would be honored by your presence at my dinner table!" He was enthusiastic, although rather scripted in his conversation. I accepted his invitation and soon we were at his home just on the outskirts of the town, nestled among many other cottage-like homes.

As I entered the home of my guest, I was immediately absorbed back into the dream's main story line. I just couldn't get away from it. Positioned in the center of the room was a young woman straddling a single- posted saw horse. The horse was of sufficient height to allow her legs to fully extend to the floor where they were secured to two steel rings. She was bent over at the waist and laying down upon the top rail of the horse, her tits hanging down each side of the rail, clamps protruding from her nipples. Her wrists were tied to her knees and her upper body tied to the rail by means of rough hemp rope. Her cunt was peeking out between her ass cheeks.

"Don't mind her," my guest began to explain as he walked over to her. "I was just about to take care of her."

I watched as he suspended a heavy weight onto the end of a rope depending from a hook in the ceiling. At the bottom of the weight he attached a two foot long steel spear with a very sharp point in such a way that it was fixed rigidly to the weight. At the back of the spear he tied another rope and pulled back on the entire device bringing it up and back about four feet - where he tied the end of the rope to another hook in the wall.

It was immediately obvious to me what would transpire here. And then he brought out a candle and set it up under the rope and lit it. I wondered if this was the same fellow that had set up the razor blade previously.

He walked back around to the woman's front and unzipped his pants. His huge dong flopped out and he directed it at the female's mouth.

"If you can suck me off before the candle burns through the rope, I will let you go. Otherwise, ouch for you!" He pushed his cock into her open mouth and she sucked him for all she was worth. At times she was choking while he slid his entire length down her throat but she kept it up in the hopes that she would beat the clock. Sure enough, with only a small part of the rope left to burn, the man gave a grunt and apparently shot his load down her throat. He pulled out and zipped up his pants and she urgently begged him to follow through on his deal.

He laughed at her. "Fucking bitch, did you really think it would make any difference?!" She broke out in tears and watched in horror as the last strands of the rope burned cleanly through.

It was almost in slow motion as the steel shank swung downwards in a shallow arc, the weight behind it providing the necessary inertia to sink it deeply into her cunt. But it did not stop there, and as a foot and a half of the spear buried itself between her pussy lips, I heard a sickening "thunk" as steel hit bone and her body jerked spasmodically. A second later a stream of blood began flowing from her and I turned and walked out of the house, not wishing to stay for lunch anymore.

After awhile I found my stomach still growling and I knew that I just had to put up with whatever the dream enhancer was going to throw at me and eat before I got sick from lack of food. I chanced upon a nice looking restaurant on the main street of the town. It's appearance was almost Victorian with flowers and pastries arranged in the window. I entered the establishment quite hungry and sat at a table.

"A menu please," I motioned to the waiter serving several others seated in the restaurant. Everything seemed normal enough so far. The waiter handed me the menu and I opened it up only to find that I could not read the foreign language. How curious, I thought, that in my dream I could not read the local writing.

I looked up at the waiter and said, "Kind sir, I am a visitor from afar and I am unable to read your menu. Perhaps you could suggest something today for lunch?"

The waiter smiled and replied, "Of course. Today's special is Jeaus D'Obe. We have had it shipped just this morning to ensure it's freshness."

"What sort of food is this?" I queried cautiously.

"It is a local game meat. Quite delicious I assure you. Would you care to see some in the kitchen prior to ordering it yourself?"

I thought about it for a moment and realized that it was probably sound advice. I got up and followed the portly waiter through the double kitchen doors and was absolutely stunned by what met me.

Laying on a wide table were two blonde females bound securely with what appeared to be a long skewer of two inches in diameter entering their cunts and reappearing out their mouths. I was too shocked to move or I would have run from that kitchen lickity split.

A noise attracted my attention and I turned around. I saw a man lifting a naked woman up onto a pair of knee boards elevated off the ground. She was set down upon her knees which were promptly secured widely apart. Beneath and in front of her, another man held a six foot long spear, identical to those embedded into the first two girls on the table. The man behind her reach between her legs and spread her pussy lips wide apart while the other man carefully aligned the skewer at the entrance to her cunt. It was then that I noticed that the knee boards were hinged and attached to a rope which a third man now yanked hard on.

I was spellbound by the sight of her luscious, voluptuous body falling downwards, impaling her pretty pink pussy on top of that deadly shaft of steel. What happened next was totally unreal. As the shaft sunk into her pussy and met resistance from her internal organs, her downward motion was halted somewhat. There she was - with about two feet of skewer inside of her - flopping around on top of it like a fish out of water, painfullyshaking and quivering, her nervous system completely overloaded and out of control. The man behind her then grasped her shoulders and began applying downward pressure slowly forcing her down onto the spear, making sure that it entered in a straight line between her pussy and her throat.

At this point the very idea of anyone surviving such treatment was so ridiculous that I was having an easier time accepting that this was only a dream sequence, not reality, and I began to breath a bit easier, though I was still grossed out by the very idea.

Somehow as she was pushed further and further down on the shaft, it eventually entered her throat, where the man in front had to force her head back so that the point could find it's way out through her mouth. It was incredible that she was still alive, but her eyes were darting back and forth and she was shaking uncontrollably. Two of the men picked her up by both ends of the skewer and hauled her over to the table where they laid her down beside the other two girls whom I now noticed were also still alive. I noticeda large open fire pit in the back of the kitchen and put the two together. Oh Shit!

"Do you see anything that you like?" The waiter scared me with the suddenness of this words. He walked over to another woman standing in line awaiting a similar fate and squeezed her breast. "This one should have particularly tender breast meat. I highly suggest it."

"No thanks," I said. "I suddenly lost my appetite. Maybe some other day thank you." I walked out of there knowing that I would never be able to look at another roasted pig without remembering what I saw.

Well you must be wondering how, with all of this dream cooze all around me, how did I maintain myself and not go on a wild fucking spree. I guess it was because of the objectionable treatment that I saw inflicted upon the girls. It was far too sadistic and cruel for my tastes. But alas, my dream did end on one final note that you might find interesting.

As I was making my way back to where I had started my adventure, hoping that by returning I might somehow exit my dream state, I saw alongside the road a woman being tied to a short, yet wide fence post protruding from the ground. Her master knelt her over so that her ribs rested upon the top of the round post. With a length of rope he tied her wrists to the bottom portion of the post.

I could not help stopping and admiring this woman, by far the most beautiful of the gorgeous women that I saw throughout my dream. Her magnificent tits jutted forward proudly and her perfectly shaped ass thrust upwards. It was those absolutely entrancing eyes and face that captured my attention and I quickly noticed that I was developing my first and only erection of the day.

Apparently the dream enhancer was designed to interact with such stimuli. The man looked up at me and said, "Friend, could you possibly help me out here?"

I took a step forward and let my eyes wander over the girl's perfect body. She was eyeing me as well. "What can I do for you?" I replied.

"Well, as you can see here, I am about to brand my new slave but to my consternation, I appear to have forgotten a match in which to light my fire. I will need that in order to get the brand nice and hot for her sweet ass. By any chance to you have a match I could have?"

I rummaged around in my jeans and shirt pockets but came up short on his request. "Sorry," I said shrugging my shoulders.

He nodded appreciatively. "Hmmm.... Then I guess I must go all the way back in town and fetch a match. I know this is asking quite a bit, but would you mind watching my slave here for me while I am gone? I would certainly appreciate it."

"Not at all," I answered rather happily.

"Great! I'll be back in a couple of hours then." With that he strode off down the road and disappeared. I knelt down next to the girl and tried to strike up a conversation.

"Do you want me to let you go free?" I asked her.

"Only if you want to let me go free," she replied mechanically.

"Do you like being a sex slave?"

"If that is what you like."

I thought about her response for a moment. "So, you wouldn't mind if I fucked you right here and now?"

She smiled, catching me off guard. "I would love that!"

So what do you think I did? What would you do? Of course, I fucked her right then and there. And since she was my dream girl, she was the best fuck that I would ever experience. I was with her for what seemed hours and her master never did return, nor were we disturbed by anyone else walking by. It was the perfect setting, screwing my bound fuck-puppet underneath the warm sun on a soft grassy knoll. She never tired of my cock plunging in her cunt or past her throat. She responded to my every action with precisely what I wanted from her, whether it be with moans of passion or shrieks of surprised pain when I might tweak her nipples particularly rough.

And eventually all things must come to and end, as did my dream when the technicians finally realized that something was very wrong with my adventure. It was while I had my cock thrust deeply into my slave girl's tight cunt, working on my fifth orgasm, when the haze creeped up on me and I realized that I was coming out of the dream. Quickly everything dissolved around me, including the warm pussy that was, moments before, pumping my cock for everything it was worth. Then my eyes fluttered open and I was looking into the eyes of a technician who was looking very concerned about my welfare.

"Mr. Jarrad! Are you with us? We seem to have had a slight problem with the dream enhancer. Something shorted out." The woman saying this to me looked very familiar I thought.

"H-how long was I out?" I asked.

With my response she calmed down a bit. "Glad to have you back Mr. Jarrad. You were out only for about fifteen minutes, but it seemed a lot longer for you."

"What happened? That was not the dream that I requested."

"I know," she said apologetically and then very embarrassed she leaned down to my ear and whispered. "I'm sorry Mr. Jarrad, but I accidentally got your dream sequence encoded with that of a very sadistic individual who had come in here last week and ordered up a dream. His name was Dolcett."

Then I suddenly remembered where I had seen this pretty technician before. "Hey," I almost shouted. "Your the slave girl in my dream!"

"Shhhhh!" She put her finger to my lips. "Yes, I threw one of my dream sequences in there at the last to draw you out of your current line of events. It had to be something that would put you at ease and let the dream enhancer pull you out of REM. My dream was all that I could come up with fast enough that was tied into what you were experiencing." She blushed and pointed to a wire disappearing behind her thick blonde hair. "I was on-line during your whole dream. What you experienced, I experienced. - in the part of the slave. Essentially we did 'the dirty' in our dreams together."

I was just a little more than astonished you can imagine.

"Can I see you later?" I asked hopefully.

She gave me a sly look. "Of course - Master."

The End

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