Nuala’s Erotic Adventures in Dreamscape

by Tanelin

Nuala stepped through the glittering veil and entered the dreamscape. Like always, the natural elements of her surroundings and those permanent constructs like buildings leapt out at her in their vivid coloring and sharpness while the transient images of sleeping souls accidentally drifting into this dangerous plane appeared wan and insubstantial.

Nuala, however, was not wraith-like; unlike the passing ghosts, she was here by choice and had control of the dreamscape. Well, mostly control, she sighed as she saw to her dismay that her clothing was an ever shifting costume of gowns, dresses, and daring lingerie. "Definitely not the sturdy flannel pajamas I was wearing when I went to bed." She bit her lower lip and concentrated for a moment. The very risqué off-the shoulder evening gown with plunging neck line was replaced by a pair of jeans, sweatshirt, and a measure of her own self-control.

"Enough with the fashion show, Nuala me girl. You've a job to done and this is too chancy a place a loll around in, specially with HER lurking around!" Having said as much, she couldn't help but look at herself in the suddenly all too convenient mirror in front of her. Her eyes she liked best of all on herself, they being of a deep and immeasurable sapphire that caught and shone back with sunny intensity when she laughed or flared deep and violent fire flecks when angered. That flame was echoed in her hair, which hung in wondrous curly tresses nearly halfway down her back. Even now a wayward lick of pure fire fell in front of her eyes and was pushed impatiently away. Her creamy, perfect skin blushed prettily when she realized she her outfit once again shifted away from the rather boring sweatshirt outfit and back to the shocking but extremely flattering dress. The cleavage it showed would have been vulgar had not the breasts been so perfect in the size and shape as to be truly works of art, sculpted by the hands of god herself.

Her entire body was as perfect as her breasts, as revealed by the long slit in the skirt that showed off most of her right leg when Nuala took a half step forward. Yet all she saw, beyond her eyes, was a pathetic, lonely girl wearing a dress no decent person would be caught dead in.

"Damn you Toby, what do I have to do to get you all to myself?" With an angry wave of her hand, the mirror dissipated into mist and she clad herself innocuously enough in jeans a white tee.

Naturally, it was at that moment that the mind-dragonette attacked her form behind, screaming an ungodly wail and brandishing ten razor-like claws ready to shred into her psychic core and rip her being from her body to feast.

Nuala was not caught totally unawares. Her mentor was adamant at all times in the first rule of the dreamscape: to be caught off guard was to be caught dead. In one sinuous movement she turned herself to face the dragon and envelop the beast in a multi-hued spray of light that was an extension of her own aura and power, momentarily blinding and confusing. The creature was momentarily blinded and confused, which was all the girl needed to grab a sword out of nothingness and cleave the dragon, who measured no more then three feet from tail to snout, for all it ferocity, in twain.

"Och, to be sure, that is the price I pay for ogling meself in the mirror like a little school girl. Oh, what is to be done with me?" Self-pity was not enough, however, to distract the lithe young women form her purpose of entering the dreamscape and with a grunt of determination, she set out.

Although she appeared to go no faster than a brisk walk, the land beneath her feet flew past at a dizzying speed and in mere moment she had traversed half the length of the globe to arrive at the home of John Masters, a huge mansion of immense taste and elegance. Somewhere in here, in some file or memo or something, Nuala hoped to find a clue as to why Masters and The BITCH were so interested in her Toby and what they planned on doing with him.

She found the private offices in no time, though she passed along the way the scantily clad ghost images of some the women who lived there. Most just drifted past her, solitary images of beautiful women employed by Masters solely for their capacity to pleasure clients, but when she entered the inner office, she ran into one girl who was obviously experiencing a particularly vivid erotic dream; the girl, a big-titted blonde wearing nothing but high heels and stockings, straddled a very handsome surfer-type who was himself lying on a big desk. She leaned down to feed the man her huge tits as he thrust rhythmically up with his hips to piston his fat cock in and out of her juicy twat. Another man appeared, equally handsome as the first, stroking his tool, a much longer but thinner one than the surfers. The blonde paused in her wild hula dance as she felt the new cock being pressed between the rosy cheeks of her firm ass.

Nuala gasped in shock and not a little excited curiosity when she realized, from her vantage point by the open door, that the man intended to fuck the poor girl up the ass while she already had one up her cunt!

"Shoo now, you naughty little creatures. I need to use this room, and aren't you three already putting it to an altogether sinful use? To be sure!" Her words had no effect, as she well knew, as the dreaming girl and her well hung attendants could not hear her, Nuala also knew how foolish it was to interfere with someone's dream in this plane; the risks ran from destroying the mind of the dreamer to being trapped in the dream itself and disappearing forever when the dreamer awoke.

Seeing as how she had no choice but to continue on with her search or flee home in defeat because of assaulted modesty, she began to go through the nearest files. For an hour she searched, but to no avail, there was not one shred of evidence anywhere that Masters knew about Toby or had any designs on him. Throughout the time, she felt a tugging coming from the desk, as if something in it was important. The feeling only intensified the longer the more she ignored and looked elsewhere in the room fruitlessly.

The blonde hussy proved to be a horny one indeed endowed with stamina and enough sexual need and fantasy to match her ample bosom and fuel her dream for the entire hour. Finally, though, Nuala could ignore the desk no longer, orgy be damned!

By this time, the girl was slurping away lustily at a huge black cock while the surfer and a raven-haired goddess ate her out and another man sucked and fondled her tits. The desk and occupants were covered with a sticky white sheen of love juice and Nuala felt a bit queasy.

Going with her gut feeling she began to go through the drawers, reaching through the lascivious apparitions as if they weren't there, which they really weren't. When that yielded nothing new, the determined young woman began to feel around the edges of the desk till with an ecstatic trill of triumph, she found a hidden catch and opened a secret compartment.

What she found inside resembled a manuscript, bound with an unmarked leather cover. Oblivious to tom the carnal scene being enacted around here, she began to read. She gave herself completely over to what appeared to be part diary, part story, and part confessional of John Masters.

"Saint Brigid and all the saints have mercy on me poor Toby!" Nuala sobbed as she read Masters sick tale of how he in turns seduced, deflowered, enslaved, raped, and then completely destroyed an innocent young girl he had met on a plane. Broken, sick in mind, and carrying Masters unborn child, the young girl simply disappeared one day. For twenty years now Masters has been searching fore a trace of the girl or the his child. . .Toby.

"My God. . ."

"Can't save you now, you silly cunt!" The silky voice, easily the most erotic and beautiful voice ever, filled the room with its chilling sound.

"Nooo!!" Nuala screamed as she tried to raised her defense but too late she encased in bright shell of light, much like the vicious mind-dragon, and the girl was helpless to move or to act.

Nuala arced her body into an extreme rigor as instantly every single nerve-ending in her body registered intense pain and she fainted as her mind overloaded on the neural sensors screaming.

When she came to, she knew it was too soon for she was still locked up in the intense pain. As it began to fade, she realized she was not only no longer encased in the THAT woman's aura-ball, she was no longer in Masters office. Instead, she found herself on an isolated plain, an empty gray sky above stretched into forever and strange formations dotted the landscape.

"Where are you, BITCH, and where have ye taken me, "Nuala screamed into the nothingness. She was alone, naked, and very confused. But more than anything else, rage filled the void left by the pain as it began to subside. You stupid little shit, she screamed at her self silently, you had to get all careless and now that BITCH is going to kill you! She could not decide who she despised more, the bitch, or herself for being caught.

"My name, my Dear, you silly little cunt, is not 'bitch' or even 'that woman.'" That voice, so musical and husky, so enchantingly erotic, touched deep in to the very soul of Nuala and refused to let go. Instead, it twisted in deeper. "My name is Sonja, though you shall call me 'Mistress Sonja' or simply 'Mistress.'"

Mistress Sonja, the one person most to be feared on the dreamscape, stood there now in front of Nuala, dressed in a pinstriped suit jacket and micro-mini skirt. She wore no shirt under her jacket, merely a misty, flimsy looking black bra. The whole outfit was cut so perfectly that every line and curve was accentuated and exploited and despite being clothed, she gave the appearance of being naked.

She was tall, easily a good three inches taller than Nuala, and had platinum blonde hair coifed up on her head severely and quite business like. She was the most gorgeous creature Nuala had ever seen and she was repelled instantly.

"I'll see you in hell before I call you 'mistress!'" Nuala tried to summon her powers for an attack, but she found that is was not there. Instead, she coiled herself to launch physically at Sonja, but found herself unable to move.

"Ah, but you are in hell, one where I am the total and complete master!

"You will find that as we are no longer on the dreamscape plane, at least, not as you know it, you have no power while I, I have power over everything here, and even you must submit to my every whim. No, for being a very foolish girl in trying to attack me, you must be punished. Also, for invading Masters house and reading that file, you will be punished. But didn't you think it odd you were drawn to that secret compartment? It was a trap and you fell into it, even if you weren't the intended victim. . ."

Nuala started. "Toby?"

"Very perceptive, my dear. But still, you know too much, and for that you shall not leave here alive. You are, though, very beautiful and I will enjoy your brief stay here, even if you won't. Now, a demonstration."

Real fear began to race through her for the first time Nuala found herself rising in the air and her limbs being stretched out in all directions so she was spread-eagled about four feet off the ground. Four silver strands made of something silky-soft and yet titanium-strong came out of the ground like snakes and towards her. Two of them grabbed onto her arms, one for each, and coiled their silken way up from hands to shoulders, up to her neck and around her head and then back down. They wound snugly around each breast and finally coiled tightly around her waist. The sensations were exquisitely sensual but Nuala writhed in passion when the remaining two snakes attacked her legs in a similar fashion. As they reached around her thighs they parted and separated the cheeks of the girl's red ass and then, with a shriek, she felt them press against her cunt as they traveled from her ass between her legs and up to her stomach to meet the other strands from her arms.

The feelings turned from pleasure to pain, though, as the strands began to tighten and pull.

"Stop," she begged, " they're going to pull me apart!"

Suddenly, it stopped at the point where Nuala felt her body had already gone too far and would surely fly apart at any moment.

Sonja stood over her now and began to caress the captive body before her. "Oh yes," she cooed, "you are very beautiful indeed. Tell me, do you like having me put me finger in you . . . like SO!"

Nuala screamed as she felt herself invaded by Sonja's questing finger. It rubbed and caressed the lips of her vagina before questing deeper, picking out the clit and toying with it so that it made Nuala squirm pathetically.

"So tell me, dear, are you a virgin?" She did not wait for an answer but laughed huskily as Nuala flushed with shame and anger when her finger encountered the un-popped cherry of her captive's maidenhood.

"Ah, so you are-splendid! I know just the way for a girl like you to be deflowered!" Instantly, Nuala felt her arms and legs being drawn upwards while the silver snakes pushed her so she was being folded in two. Presently she found her ankles and wrists clamped together above her, her head forced between her thighs. A mirror exactly like the one Nuala gazed into earlier appeared and gave her a view of herself, her cunt and puckered little asshole showing to all the world to see-perfect access for entry on either. The redhead was repulsed with the spectacle that was being made of her body and again tried desperately to summon the power that had brought her to the dreamscape in the first place.

"See how wonderfully delightful this set-up is. It makes it so much easier for me and so much more humiliating for you!" Mistress Sonja laughed as she let her hand caress Nuala's imprisoned body, feeling the flushed skin goosepimple and tingle.

Nuala was scared out of her mind at what was going on a and repulsed by the Mistress' touch. "I'll kill you bitch, I don't know how, but I'm gonna tear your fucking body limb from. . ."

"Silence!" Lightning arced and shot across the sky and thunder shook through the nightmare plain, but above it was heard the voice of Sonja, though she spoke in even, controlled tones. "I have told you once before the way to address me, I will not tell you again. Every time to fail to use my name properly, I will be forced to whip you, but each time it will be much worse."

Sonja held her arm aloft and a flaming whip appeared in it.

She twirled it over her head a few times and then snapped it. The sound it made was as savage as the thunder earlier and Nuala twisted futilely in her bondage.

"This, my dear, is the reward fir calling me bitch." With that, the captive girl screamed in agony as she felt the whip sting across her exposed ass. The flame scored her backside and left a strip of charred skin the width of her ass and Sonja allowed her captive a moment or two to savor the pain before starting anew.

The laughing hellion used her whip with a speed so blinding she could lay four lashes on the girl before the pain of the first could register with Nuala's tortured body. On and on it went as Sonja flayed the skin from thigh to ass.

Please just let me die and end it all pleaded Nuala with the gods. She was choking on her tears and the cloying smell of her own burning flesh. Then, as suddenly as hi had all started, the lashing stopped.

"How does that feel, my darling little slut? Do you wish you could die so it would all end? This is only the beginning. Compared to what I have in store for you, what just happened now will be a pleasant memory. But still, lets see if the lesson was learned. How may you address me?"

Nuala tried to force her mouth to work but the only thing she could muster was a tiny whimper.

"Answer me or the lashing will continue!" Sonja dug her red-lacquered fingernails into the charred flesh of her captives rump and twisted. "Tell me now!" came the deadly whisper.

Nuala knew she should have blacked out long ago from all the pain but the blonde devil must have preventing it. Her only way to stop the pain was to do what she was asked to say something, to say. . ."Mis-ayeh!!! M-mmm Mistress S-s-Sonja!"

Instantly the pain was all gone, as well as the pervasive smell of burnt flesh. Nuala opened her eyes and in the mirror saw no markings on her creamy ass or legs.

"Now, that wasn't so hard? I will punish you very severely for the slightest indiscretions, but I will also reward you for pleasing me. Am I not a most fair and loving mistress?" Sonja laughed sweetly and again began playing with Nuala's pussy. With both hands she smoothed away the flame colored hair and pulled away the outer lips from the juicing vagina.

Nuala moaned involuntarily as she felt her mistresses hot breath on her most private of parts and wished it would stop. She was flushed with humiliation that this woman was touching her there and there was nothing to be done about it.

"Such a lovely pussy you have dear, so fat and tender. I bet Toby just can't wait to slip his cock into you and make you his little slave. You want that, don't you? To feel your handsome boyfriend take your virginity. How much it will be, then, to have you watch as I fuck him right in front of you before I slowly kill him!"

Nuala tried to twist and turn, but the silver snakes held her tightly in place.

"No, it won't be your precious Toby who is the first to ravish you, but maybe, if you please me really well, I'll give you his lifeless body to amuse yourself on. Oh, don't cry now, that just won't do to have you mar that pretty little face with a frown. I know what will make you smile! I think its time to give you that reward I mentioned, and what would be more rewarding to relieve you of that bothersome cherry of yours?"

The silver snakes turned Nuala's body slowly so she watch with apprehension the approach of a newcomer. He was tall, and amazingly huge and she screamed when she saw that instead of the head of a man, this being had the head of a bull! It was a creature out of legend and nightmare, a minotaur, and Nuala was frightened at the implications it presented.

"Nuala, my lovely, meet Mairental MacMeulan. You might recognize the name; he is the same one gave Toby that nasty scar on his face, and another across his back. I had always thought it annoying that Toby kept managing to escape 'Tal's death stroke, but now I find it amusing that he will be able to tell Toby how much you screamed when he fucked, then give that bastard the death blow and end this whole affair!"

Tal stood still in front of the hanging Nuala while Sonja reached around from behind and undid the drawstring on his trousers. She cooed as she drew out his shirt and then pulled it up and over his arms, revealing a washboard stomach, massive chest with rippling muscles, and strong, powerful arms. His skin, very dark in color, was covered with short, silky fur, belying his animal origins.

"Oh look, my dear, isn't he just gorgeous, look at those arms and the chest! And his fur, so soft, oh my dear, you'll just love the feel of it against your skin. Isn't it wonderful. Just wait to you see the real reward for your obedience." Mistress Sonja was truly enjoying herself now and she proceeded to pull Tal's trousers down and drew out his cock.

Nuala gasped and shrieked "No! I can't, you can't make me!"

She was appalled at the monstrosity now in view, even worse then Tal's head. His appendage was grotesquely huge and was sure belonged with the bull's head and not on a human. A foot and a half in length it was and as wide at the base and most of the length as a big gulp cup, though the last few inches were actually quite pointed and narrow by comparison. His testicles were the size of softballs and hung in a wrinkled leather sac that Sonja caressed and tugged. Tal's stony demeanor faltered a moment under his mistresses ministrations and he cock was hard and standing straight at attention instantly.

"Tal, this is Nuala, our new pet. She's a very lovely girl; just look at the how sweet her cunt is and that little red rosebud below it, but she has a little condition I would like you to relieve her. It seems that your enemy, Toby, has failed to deflower his blushing fiancée, and I'm sure he would appreciate if you would do it for him. Would you like that?"

The minotaur managed a groan, and than grinned as he looked down at Toby's girl, his for the taking. Suspended in mid-air as she was, her red hair covered pussy hung in front of him right at cock level.

"It won't fit," wailed the girl, frightened for her life, "he'll tear me apart, please don't, mistress Sonja, I'll do whatever you say!"

"Why of course you will, dear, don't be such a silly little chit. You'll always do what I want, but this isn't a punishment, this is a gift; don't you like my gift? I would be very displeased if you didn't like it."

Nuala did not like the 'gift' and hated the giver even more, but she had no choice. As if to remind her the price of disobedience, she felt momentarily again the pain of her lashing with the flame whip and she meekly responded. "Yes mistress, I like my gift."

Sonja's silver laugh taunted her captive. "I knew you would, you little slut. But you do have a point; Tal is so big and you have such a sweet, tight little hole. Why, he'll probably rip you in half with the first thrust, but you'd at least die not a virgin. . . Such a frustrating little problem, what shall I ever do? Ah, Tal, come over here. Nuala, I now just what you need-lubrication, and you have plenty of it. All you have to do it suck on him a bit and cover his lovely cock with your saliva. Oh, I'm just so brilliant."

The silver snakes turned Nuala's head so that she faced the monstrous tool and Tal touched the tip of it to her lips. She had absolutely no idea of taking that thing into her mouth yet, in horror, she found herself doing just that.

Sonja's mocking voice came purring into her ear. "Remember, dear, I control everything that goes on here. If I want you to suck his cock, I can make you do it. I can even make you enjoy it. Seeing as how this is your reward, I didn't want you to embarrass yourself in front our guest, now do I? Now be a good girl and use your tongue up and down the whole cock."

Use her tongue she did indeed, after he attempted to swallow the cock. She even whimpered involuntarily when she discovered that it was physically impossible to fit more than four inches past her ruby red lips before the shaft became much too wide to go any further. Tal was accommodating to the fact that Nuala was held firm in one position and moved his tool slowly up in down in front of her hungry mouth so she could taste every inch of it.

This was the part that truly confounded and disgusted the girl, that she actually wanted to do this and was receiving pleasure from the fact, mixed in equal measures her self-loathing and repulsion. Sonja had even seen to it that Nuala enjoyed the revulsion. She tried to divorce her mind from what her body was being made to do but the exquisite feelings being generated made a shambles of the plan. Thus she kept her hot little tongue lashing out, reaching for and tasting the salty brine of Tal's massive love muscle, sucking on the tip trying to extract any pre-come, and leaving red marks from her lipstick all over the entire length and breadth of the cock. And she loved every minute of it.

Nuala pouted when Tal drew back and she realized the cock was staying out of the limited range of her tongue. Then, in horror, she realized that if the lubrication process was finished, it meant the cock was ready for. . . penetration. She gulped and tried again to break free, but a tick had a better chance of evolving into a sentient species then of the silver snakes releasing there captive.

"How do you like my gift so far, you little suck slut? You did such a marvelous job on his cock, I think it actually grew another inch in anticipation of tasting your sweet nectar hole. Now, it's time to give you the rest of your reward. Tal, you may proceed to fuck her brains out!"

Again Tal positioned the tip of his dick at the entrance to her virgin temple of love. His powerful arms reached out and grabbed hold of Nuala's shoulders and then gently began to insert it between the distended lips of her pussy. As before with the blowjob, only the first four inched where narrow enough, though barely, to fit in without any pain and Nuala already felt stretched out to the max, her pussy gripping tightly the engorged cock. It was also at this point that Tal felt the obstruction of the maidenhead. The minotaur looked to Sonja and arched an eyebrow. She knew exactly the question and curtly nodded for him to proceed. Tal moved his hands down to encase the red-heads waist and then with a savage, brutal thrust, broke thru Nuala's cherry and forced his cock in another six inches.

Nuala screamed in agony, feeling as if she had been pierced by a flaming brand right through the stomach. At the same time she realized that her cunt was now stretched out wide enough to pass a softball through. Already Tal had 10 inches in her and 8 still to go. He did not pause after that sudden burst to break past the cherry but kept on forcing his way in. Muscles in Nuala's pelvis threatened to tear and she was sure she was going to split in half. She now understood the pain of labor and vowed she would never have a baby so that it could just go back down the path the cock was going up. Finally she could feel the minotaur's furry sac bump up against her bare ass and she knew he was all the way in.

Nuala was in a world of pain now worse even than the flame-whipping of earlier when a new sensation entered into it; now that Tal had fully penetrated the girl, he set to sawing in and out of her, drawing out as much as a whole foot before jamming the length back in, and she began to get turned on by it. Just as with the blow-job, Sonja ensured that her captive would get as much pleasure as pain out of the whole fucking.

Caught as she was in the throes of pain/ecstasy Nuala had no time to notice that the silver snakes had pulled her legs apart in a 'V' to accommodate the immense size of Tal's cock. They did not stop pulling till her legs were strained nearly behind her, an acrobatic feat of astonishing agility that only added to the feeling of being pulled apart at the pelvis. An additional benefit, in Tal's mind, was that the legs were no longer blocking Nuala's bountiful breasts from him. He had never seen a pair of tits so perfect before (except on Mistress Sonja, but she was untouchable), and they were all his to do with as he wished. He squeezed them between his powerful hands, mashing them together and grinning when he saw the nips pop up, nearly and inch in length!. Tal could palm a basketball like it was an orange, but Nuala's tits proved to be wonderful handfuls and he loved the pliant feel of them, so soft and yet still so firm with the elasticity of youth.

Nuala was surprised to find the minotaur pressing one of her breasts into her own mouth, manipulating the tit so that he could lash her lips with the extraordinarily long nipple. She embarrassed herself by actually lunging her head as much as she could to capture the red cherry bud in her mouth. Her body had a will of it own, or Sonja's, perhaps, and no amount of trying on her part could keep her from shamefully clamping her teeth onto her own tit. She heard Tal and Sonja laughing at her, mocking her desperate actions, and she thrilled to it, savoring the taste of her shame, sin, and flesh.

Tal, eager to join in her fun, ravaged her other boob with his bull's mouth. He bit into the succulent morsel with all of the playful tenderness of a feeding shark and dragged his pointed black fingernails across her chest. In a moment of thoughtful consideration, he switched breast with her, taking into his cruel mouth the unblemished tit she had been tonguing and keeping an eye on her as she began to fervently suckle the other.

Amongst all of the pain occurring between her legs, since Tal had not failed to continue pumping the monstrous cannon dick into her-in fact now he was thrusting into her at a staccato, piston-like rate that would have been impressive if she had not been closing her eyes- amidst all this pain, the fresh pain of her mutilated breast had gotten lost and unnoticed, in fact, all she had felt was exquisite pleasure and her whole body began to quiver as she reached an unbearable plane of ecstasy and her cunt gripped Tal's cock even tighter for a moment before releasing an earth shattering orgasm. Nuala howled then, and screamed, and yelled again till she was hoarse, but the orgasm just kept on coming for her. It was in this state that she hungrily latched her mouth onto the fresh tit being offered and happily slurped away at the sticky, salty stuff that seemed to cover it. She cooed peacefully, content with this unexpected meal, and brazenly sought to find the amazingly long nipple, which had proved so delightful on the other to take into her mouth and tongue it, gently nipping with small, white teeth. Her tongue found no nipple upon which to suck, however, and she grew anxious. Her climaxes had paused but the feelings that caused them continued to build and grow and she twisted desperately in her need to release it all at once. But instead it continued to build, as if her body was attuning itself to Tal's, who's rhythm seemed to have subtly alter and she instinctively knew he was nearing his own climax and her body was waiting for his.

It was during this ungodly desire for release that Nuala opened her eyes as her tongue continued to search for her nipple, but it wasn't there; Tal had bitten it off. The terrified girl screamed in horror at her bloody body and Tal took this as his signal and rammed into her for the final time, pushing his cock a further in than ever before, tearing the pelvis muscles as he went. At the apex of his thrust he came, shooting an acidic, burning jism into her by the gallon. Her own body responded at the same time, flooding her with the most beautiful feeling of pleasure that commingles with the searing fire in her belly.

Tal pulled out and pointed his cannon at Nuala's chest and his load continued to spurt forward, burning everywhere it landed; tits, belly, arms, and face.

"Oh Tal, that was magnificent, truly. How lovely it was to watch; I must let you do it again, maybe with an audience? I'm sure Toby would love to see this before you kill him."

Through bleary, pain-filled eyes, Nuala could see her Mistress, one hand down between her legs, the other caressing the minotaur's diminished but still prodigious shaft. It was obvious how aroused Sonja had become and she had lost somewhere along the way her skirt and jacket. Indeed, as Nuala had earlier surmised, she was also bra-less and panty-less and stood only in stockings, garters, and outrageously tall stiletto heels.

Tal stared hungrily at his mistresses perfect breasts, perhaps remembering what he had done to Nuala's, but he was slapped in the face for his indiscretion.

"Careful, Tal, or it will be you who gets impaled next, and not with anything as pleasant as that cock of yours." With that, she kneed him in the crotch and snapped her fingers as he doubled and the minotaur vanished with a puff of smoke.

"Now, my wonderful Nuala, how does it feel to be truly a woman?"

Nuala was suddenly stretched out flat and spread-eagles, staring into a mirror that floated above her. Tried as she might, she could not help but look at her entire, mutilated body. It was a frightening, appalling scene; blood was everywhere, pouring forth from the myriad of tears and gouged on her body and continued to flow freely from between her legs. She recoiled as she saw that Tal had etched into her chest and belly with his claw-like fingernails "Tal's Bitch." The nipple and half of her right breast were completely missing, chewed off and probably eaten by the horrid beast while the other had been laced to ribbons. All over her were the burn marks left by Tal's jism, marking where they had landed. Too much of it had landed on her face and her beauty there was forever gone. But the worst was yet to come.

Again the silver snakes moved her body and tilted her up until the image shown in the mirror was the travesty that lay betwixt her thighs. Nuala screamed when she saw what the minotaur had done to her there. The blood that had coated everything suddenly dissipated so that the stretched and worn vulva was clearly visible. What had before been a tight little pussy was now a gaping, cavernous chasm into which Sonja inserted her entire fist without any difficulty. The sweet lips that protected and hid her tender clit looked as if someone had tried to perform a feminine circumcision with a jagged piece of metal. It was mutilated beyond repair and Nuala sobbed in despair.

"Oh dear, this does not look good, not at all. Doesn't your pussy know that it is supposed to resume its old shape, even after being stretched to the limit, Young women like you are usually more elastic than this, but I'm afraid you are much too torn up inside for it to ever heal again and if someone does not stop this internal hemorrhaging, you will surely die soon. Pity, you were so delightful the way you responded to being fucked, thrashing around and screaming in ecstasy like the little slut I knew you could be."

Nuala whimpered as she slowly settled into shock. This is what she had begged for as soon as she had been captured, to be allowed to die, and now she was. The silver snakes that had been holding her aloft all this time suddenly released her and she dropped to for like a limp rag doll and huddled, broken, at the feet of her mistress.

"Now listen here and listen good, Nuala, for what I tell you now will forever change your life and you may well both curse and bless me for it. I give you now a gift, one that will remain with you even after you wake and return to the real world, if I so choose, because it affects you on a sub-conscience level. My gift is this: From now on you will feel no pain without feeling an equal measure of pleasure, nor will you feel any pleasure without an equal measure of pain. The two of them, the light and the dark, the good and the evil, will be forever inseparable for you." As she spoke, Sonja reached down and grabbed Nuala around the throat and lifted her off her feet easily.

The poor girl dangled there in her mistress's grasp, feeling her windpipe being slowly crushed. She was too drained to resist, to even try to breath, nor could she have moved her broken limbs if she had wanted to. Yet as Sonja spoke her blessing, Nuala felt a warm wave flow from the constricting choke hold down her spine and into her extremities. It was exquisite bliss pulsing through her though it by no means dissipated or blocked out the agony. The pleasure contrasted with the pain and highlighted it, like adding vanilla to hot chocolate. The more she hurt, and the closer to death she was taken, the better she felt and Nuala could not help but love the pain. She cried and than began to laugh; she no longer had any control of herself.

Sonja felt her slave's shifting emotions through their newly formed bond and knew the change had taken permanent effect. Satisfied, she threw the girl from her with a tremendous heave.

Nuala felt herself slam into an invisible barrier and collapse again on the ground. looking down at herself, she discovered that once again all of her damage from the preceding rape had been healed; no bones broken, her pussy reformed to its proper, tight shape, and her skin creamy and whole again, except the angry red scars that still spelled out, across her heaving chest and stomach "Tal's Bitch."

"There, now you look good enough to eat!" Sonja laughed at her perplexed subject. "You are a lucky girl; indeed you are in for a treat tonight. As the girls that Masters hires would no doubt say, I feeling quite horny. Would you like to help me out with this?"

Nuala was given no chance to reply on her own before she felt herself being drawn up onto her feet by invisible hands and she began to nod, shyly. "Yes, mistress Sonja," the red head whispered.

"Good girl, Nuala, I knew you would. Now, What do I want?

You were having so much fun watching that blonde hussy's dream-don't you dare deny it!-Oh, it would be soo much fun to do it!"

Without a word or a blink, or even a flash of light, Nuala found herself back in Master's private office with the two studs who had been fucking the blonde, only now it was she herself who was straddling the surfer on the desk. Strong hands reached up to grab her round the waist and gently lower her onto his waiting cock.

A sigh of wonder passed her lips as she felt his rock hardness penetrate her private treasures, going in inch by amazing inch. She was impatient, though, and forced her greedy pussy down the rest of his length with a juicy plop and began enthusiastically bouncing up and down on his meaty joy stick.

Nuala was surprised by her own actions but quickly deduced was not in control, only along for the ride. At that moment, she felt herself bend down and attack greedily the surfers' mouth, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Her long hair cascaded down on top of them, covering both their heads and the girl saw that hers was blonde, not red! Looking wildly around for an answer, she saw herself watching from the door way, a disgusted look clouding her face as she soundlessly admonished the apparition to "shoo!"

Suddenly it all fell into place for Nuala; she was no longer in her own body but in that of the blondes' while her own acted out the voyeuristic scene that had happened earlier.

It was at that moment that the surfer paused in his rhythmical thrusts and Nuala leaned forward, thrusting her ass out and up, though still impaled on the rampant cock. This gave the second man an uncontested view of her exposed anus and he climbed onto the desk and positioned himself at her cherry backdoor. His cock was much thinner then the surfers, but longer, and it felt divinely painful as he pressed into the tight hole.

Nuala screamed at the pain; nothing had ever invade her body there before and the burning sensation only grew and increased as he slowly filled her to the hilt, his hairy sack slapping against her red ass. He pulled out a few inches, and then thrust in again, more forcefully this time. Taking this as his signal, the surfer resumed his own powerful thrusts up the vagina and the two men commenced to pound her between them as they seemed to egg the other on as to who could ream her harder and faster.

The small section of flesh that separated Nuala's cunt from her asshole was being cruelly stretched as each cocksman seemed to try to pull her struggling body closer to themselves. Yet as much as it all hurt her, Nuala also reveled in to amazing sensual pleasures from being fill at both holes the same time, one man thrusting as the other pulled up, then giving way again, like a wonderfully wicked seesaw. It was all too much for her and she began to come relentlessly, lubricating the surfer with her pungent dew. Putting hand to her own clit, she toyed with it, pulling back it little hood and rubbing it furiously, the constant friction pulsating throughout her entire body. Her hand was drenched now with come and she reached back, grasping the other mans long, thin cock, encasing it. She delighted in the feel of his silky smooth member gliding effortlessly in and out of both her hand and ass and soon all of the pussy juice from her had was coating his love missile and lubricating the passageway.

Presently, the sandwiched redhead-cum-blonde felt both her lovers arriving at climaxes door and took the situation well onto hand, reaching both below and above her to grasp in her hands the guys fervid leathery balls. Nuala herself could never have imagined doing such an act but the hussy whose body she inhabited knew all the tricks from years in the trade and was merciless as she held the root of all men's pleasure and pain in her wicked hands. They both begged for release as they jammed themselves up all the way into her and with a rather savage little squeeze, she granted their release. Nuala felt her twin orifices simultaneously flooded with their hot come. Jets of the white stuff shot through her and as she felt both men slowly withdrew from her, she whimpered petulantly. Her body reluctantly released those wonderful tools of brutish pleasure and come began to ooze out between her legs as she sat up and sensuously swung them over the edge of the desk.

With morbid fascination and naughty pleasure, Nuala realized the enfolding scene was starting to deviate from the blonde's dream. Instead of continuing on to the next fuck, both of her well-hung lovers vanished with a snap and she saw her own body move purposely towards her. Though the face and form, and most definitely the hair, were her own, this other-Nuala moved with such a decadent grace and sinful purpose that it was clear the blonde hussy wore that familiar form just as Nuala wore hers.

The hunger that coursed through her as she watched her own pendulous breasts sway as the hussy approached, the desire to run her hands through the luxurious masses of red hair, to tear away the demure clothing and expose the fiery-thatched cunt sickened Nuala and repulsed her even more then the sight of Tal's massive cocking ripping through her torn body. Yet she was powerless to stop the hussy from walking right into her waiting embrace. Their lips found each other and the two began to kiss passionately and their hands began to explore each others bodies, their own bodies in reality, with fevered touching and caressing. Nuala reached underneath the other's t-shirt and felt the twin globes of perfection thusly hidden, and another hand snaked down past the hussy's waistband and encountered the pulsatingly hot sex between her legs. Strange, thought Nuala as she felt up her body from tit to twat, I'm not-she's not-wearing any underwear! Why didn't I add those items when I changed into that outfit?

The flustered but excited girl had no time for further reflection as she found herself lifting the t-shirt over the raised arms of the other girl, freeing at last those gorgeous tits. The blue jeans quickly went the way of the short and for the first time Nuala really contemplated her own body as a separate entity. When she had looked at her self in the mirror earlier, after first entering the dreamscape, she only paid attention to her eyes and hair, but now she saw herself as another did and she gasped in wonderment at her own beauty. While her mind wondered at the perfection of the shapely, jutting breasts, slim waist, flared hips, and flame colored muff that partially covered the drenched pussy, the blonde body she inhabited reacted physically and reached out to grab those tits. Like with Tal earlier, the nipples hardened and grew to amazing lengths and Nuala longed to take them into her mouth and feast on their creamy perfection.

The hussy acted first, though, and pushed her so she was laying back down on the desk, her legs dangling over the edge. Kneeling on the ground between Nuala's wide spread legs, the girl stuck her nose into the golden fleece and inhaled the strong scent of sex. She stuck one finger up the well greased anus while the other hand spread open the pussy. The surfer's come leaked out of the cunt and more came form the reamed rosebud. The hussy darted a pink tongue to the oozing cream and began to lap it up with cat-like movements.

Nuala propped herself up on her elbows to watch her red-head bobbing back and forth between her borrowed thighs and shuddered in shameful ecstasy. She wrapped her legs tightly around the others head to bring her in closer to the needy cunt. She felt a tremendous climax building within her, yet it was not forthcoming and she whimpered to feel the hussy pull away slightly, only to spread her ass cheeks further apart and apply her mouth to Nuala's ass hole. She expected to feel that devilish tongue up her sphincter but instead the hussy began to suck the hole, drawing out as much of the stud's jism as she could. The sensations this caused were beyond belief and the climax continued to build to staggering heights but still did not explode. She ached for release but the redhead again pulled away and stood.

"All clean now," purred the hussy in Nuala's own voice. "I always thought I was a good lay, now I want to find out. Blow my mind, Jo!" With that, Jo climbed onto the desk and straddled Nuala and lowered her pussy to the waiting lips. A wave of revulsion passed through Nuala as she realized she was about to eat out her own pussy and taste a woman, herself, for the first time. But its not my own body I'm in, and I'm not in control anyways, Mistress Sonja is pulling all the strings! Besides, It may be my body, but Jo is the one I'm really blowing. Nuala rationalized her actions furiously as she tongue tentatively reached up to the descending twat. Red hairs curled underneath her nose and the crinkled folds of the pussy gave way to the questing mouth. At the same moment, Nuala felt a mouth on her own pussy, mimicking her move for move and she wondered who was there. The redhead's pussy was spicy and tasted much stronger then expected but she lapped it up greedily. She used her delicate fingers to expose the redhead's clit from it hood and latched her lips onto it and felt the extreme pleasure well up as someone did the same to her clit. In a flash of insight, she realized that no one else was there at her pussy but that she was feeling everything that her borrowed body was doing to her real, red-headed one! Now, not only was she eating herself out, she was also enjoying the pleasure she was giving herself. The climax that had begun to build earlier resumed it march to madding levels of unfulfilled explosion and she screamed in despair. She knew she couldn't go on know-it was too disgusting, yet she had to continue or she would never get off. Her desire for her own beautiful body and consuming need to come beat away any prudent, puritanical considerations and she attacked the cunt even more wildly then before.

"Harder, harder you bitch!" screamed Jo, nut Nuala knew it was she herself who wanted to say and she went harder, and faster, jabbing her tongue in and out of the moist slit, nipping at the clit, and forcing her fingers on and all around the juicing pussy that consumed her. Finally she knew she was at salvation's door and felt the damn was about to burst. She gathered her strength for one last furious onslaught to push the climax over the top.

Suddenly, there was no one there. Nuala was alone in the office, still sitting on the desk but she was once again in her own flushed and panting body and Jo, her body or her mind, were nowhere to be seen. Her emotions were reeling and she was still at the point of explosion , the feeling somehow maintained, but try as she might, something restrained Nuala's arms and prevented her from masturbating herself to blessed release.

"Noooo!" she wailed helplessly. "Please let me come, ineedtocomepleasepleaseplease, you b. . . "

"Ah ah ah, little Nuala, remember what happened last time you called me that?" Sonja appeared in the room and watched, amused, as Nuala Arched and writhed in pin as she once again felt the hard lashes of the flame whip stinging her all over her body at once. She released the girl and watched her collapse, breathless and dazed to the desk. "Remember, you owe everything to me now; all pain, all pleasure, all release, is at my whim and desire and not yours. If I don't want you to orgasm, you never will again in your entire life, capis? Why must I always go over this with you?"

Nuala huddled in a ball on the desk and whimpered in shame at disappointing her mistress. Sonja was touched and moved towards the girl and cradled to sobbing face between her breasts. "Will this make it all better?" she cooed and with a lingering caress from the nape of Nuala's neck all the way down to her cherry ass, made the pent-up climax vanish as if it never occurred.

The girl was relieved at first as the tension vanished, but then she began to cry again, even harder, at the completely empty feeling she had in her body. For nearly an hour the climax had been built up, growing stronger and promising an orgasm so earth-shattering so as to make all of the disgusting things she was doing worthless, Now the anticipation was gone, the promised nirvana of release snatched away and now only bitter loneliness coursed through her hollow body

"I'm soo empty," wailed Nuala between sobs and she pressed her face closed into the flesh of Sonja's enveloping embrace. The redhead realized she was pressed into the naked breasts of her mistress, but so empty was she could muster no feelings of either revulsion or desire at the situation.

"Oh, you poor baby, you poor, poor little chit." Sonja continued to stroke the girls ass and alternated between spanking and massaging the pale cheeks. "I can make you feel full again, would you like that?"

Nuala gulped back the tears and nodded, her baleful green eyes begging surcease from her mistress of any kind.

"I can fill you up again, chase away that emptiness, but you have to trust me; do you trust me?" Again Nuala nodded and Sonja smiled. "Lay down on your stomach and try to relax; explore the emptiness and try to find the root of it, but don't tense up. That will only make it painful, and this, at least, should not hurt, only fill."

Sonja watched her slave do as bid and then produced form nothingness a bottle of olive oil. She poured the bottle on Nuala and spread the oil all over her body, working it into the skin with her hands. Such tender ministrations from the harsh mistress were unexpected and confusing, but Nuala relaxed as the massage worked first her neck and back and then her legs. Finally, Sonja rubbed the oil onto her supplicant's bottom and separated the cheeks of the bubble ass so that Nuala's asshole was exposed to view. Although she had just bee ass-fucked earlier, it was not in this body and Nuala's hole was uncommonly tight and puckered.

Sonja bent down and kissed the pink bud and then ran her tongue up and down the private crease. The redhead, desperate for anything to fill the emotional void in her soul, silently let her mistress do whatever she wanted, and almost before she could feel it, Sonja had a finger in her ass. It wasn't unpleasant. In fact there were nice sensations that went with it. She seemed to feel a whole new set of nerves, muscles, reactions unlike anything she had known before. The stud had been brutal, more interested in his own release and pleasure, but Sonja was dedicated to showing the girl all of the pleasures that could be felt in the ass. It was not like sex, hot and urgent, but calm, full feelings and the emptiness began to dissipate.

Soon Sonja had another finger in there as well, and this feeling of fullness was even greater. Nuala felt she could not move, her arms and legs limp and inert. She could feel the other hand massaging the back of her neck, but that seemed so distant, so far away from the greater sensation of fullness that her other hand gave her. Sonja's fingers moved slowly, but the intensity was such that each move seemed to pas up her whole body. Then there were three fingers in her, she thought. She didn't know, the feeling was greater, but Nuala couldn't distinguish if it was two fingers or three. She liked this even though it made her helpless. Three fingers now-would she try four?

Sometimes she could feel the dribble of more olive oil on her back, sliding down the crack of her ass. She wanted her mistress to continue, this was like nothing she had known. Suddenly, she knew what Sonja was going to do. Four fingers were in here and she felt them press forward steadily, slowly, gently, past the joint at the base of the thumb. Then her whole hand was in her all at once. Nuala's ass seemed to welcome it, to take her mistress's hand in of it's own volition, until it was in up to the wrist. She could feel Sonja contract her hand into a fist; a fist up her asshole, she couldn't believe it. There was a rush in her head as the thought overwhelmed her. The feeling, a tremendous feeling of fullness, washed over her. Her whole body seemed to be wrapped around that fist, impaled, unable to free itself from this massive penetration. She could feel her heart beat against the fist. It was as if the fist were in her heart. At last she was able to let out her breath full and deep; there was no greater way to give herself to Sonja and she could never again imagine feeling empty as along as she was her mistress. She felt this was total.