Shadows From the Past

Cassie descends into the dreamverse, and her unrequited lust follows her.

For a moment, she can sense both her real body and her ethereal one. The former squirms and whimpers softly under the covers, her pussy hot with desire, her panties stained dark with moisture. The latter feels flushed and giddy, and it is difficult for her to concentrate on her task.

She senses the Presence again, but he appears content to hover in the background. She feels amusement from him. Why is he always amused when she does things like this? Is she following some secret agenda of his?

She barely pays any mind to the cacophony of emotional chatter as she descends towards the line. She had hoped sleep would be a respite, but her libido marches to its own rhythm, and she is forced to follow.

It chooses her destination for her, and she is standing outside the mall, where she met the prostitute. The young hooker is nowhere to be found, but that does not mean there are no customers to be had.

A car slows and pulls up to the curb. Its driver glances about casually, as if daring anyone to find him. Despite parking under a street lamp, shadow enshrouds him. His eyes sweep the sidewalk and pass over Cassie without stopping. She stands in the shadows herself, unmoving; thus she assumes he does not see her.

He cocks his head to one side, as if in thought, then straightens up in his seat as he kills the engine. Occasionally his head turns leisurely towards the headlights which pass on the intersecting street, but he otherwise exudes complete confidence, as if in belief it is a shield that will protect him from the long arm of the law.

Not that Cassie believes that arm to be very long in this town. She doubts the police understand half of what is really happening in Haven.

Cassie utters a husky sigh as she imagines the hooker approaching him, enticing him with her walk and her teasing words. He is actually willing to part with his money just for some intimate time with her, just to feel his cock in her mouth or buried in her twat.

Cassie shakes her head and wraps her arms around herself. She squeezes her thighs together, but her pussy steams all the more. She could never offer her body for money.

And yet, when she showed up at the house of the man in Mesa View Estates, she was willing to offer herself for nothing, as if she were a live sex toy sent by the cult to entertain him. At least here, she could be in control.

As soon as the glimmer of doubt is cast upon her lust-fogged mind, her attire rearranges itself to suit her sexual whimsy. She looks down and hardly recognizes herself. A tight leather skirt hugs her hips. Her top squeezes her breasts into two round globes. Black fishnets coat her legs, and five inch heels scrape the concrete as she steps forward to get a better look at herself.

As she enters the light, the man's head turns towards her. "Well, well," the man says in silky and lustful tones. "If it isn't the little princess again."

Cassie gasps and shivers, her eyes widening as the familiar voice caresses her mind with icy tendrils which nevertheless heat her pussy to aching delight. Her heart pounds as she realizes it is the same man who had nearly taken her the first time she had met him.

"Only not the princess this time, no," he says, his voice dropping to a low, lascivious whisper which makes Cassie's skin crawl as well as flush hot with excitement. "You are very much dressed the part of the slut. Is that what you are this time?"

Cassie utters a quavering moan, her body tingling as it twitches with increasing desire to obey circumstance and show she deserves to bear her sexy attire. Her hips sway as one foot slides forward.

"Oh, do be my little slut," the man purrs as his Aura slithers and whips the air. "Do come to the car as only a good slut would."

Cassie trembles, and in her mind, the curtain shimmers and undulates. Suddenly, she is the Projection outside the Projection. She sees and feels her body move to his will, hips swinging in ways she never knew they could as she strolls toward the car. She brings each foot down with a crisp retort, jiggling her breasts. Her eyes smolder, pussy steaming despite the cool breeze which blows up her skirt, revealing her lack of underwear.

Cassie's empathic sense besets her protected mind with a doubling of every emotion. She feels it through her disconnected, controlled self, as well as radiating from it as if it were indeed a third person who only now joined the tableau and happened to take residence in Cassie's body.

For a moment, she is too giddy from the discovery to understand the danger. She is utterly fascinated with the effect, feeling both embodied and disembodied at the same time. When the realization does crash down upon her, she shudders and almost wrests control of her separated self from his Dark clutches.

She is forced to allow herself to be brought to the passenger-side door, where she leans forward exactly as she had seen the prostitute do, dangling her breasts against her top and thrusting her ass into the air.

"Mmm, I bet you are quite feeling the part now," the man says in a voice of such cold lust that it makes Cassie briefly shiver with revulsion despite the oozing desire in her pussy. "Feeling quite like the hooker who would take money for sex."

"I-I love to sell my body," the words come tumbling forth in a nervous and embarrassed quaver. Her cheeks become pink even as her hips writhe in unrelenting sexual need. Cassie's protected self senses the battle of wills; despite its isolation, her controlled self still has the instinct to fight.

The potion allows her to see what he is doing to her. The tendrils of Dark power worming their way into her isolated psyche have a tangible presence. She could close her eyes and feel like she could reach out and touch them.

"But perhaps I don't want your goods," the man says.

Cassie whimpers and squeezes her legs together. His hand reaches for her, and Cassie again quells the urge to take back control. She writhes in both ecstasy and revulsion as he lifts her top and lets her breasts spill out. She gasps and leans into his touch as he gropes her, fingers squeezing the petite but soft flesh.

"Or rather ... I don't want to pay for them."

"Uhng..." Cassie moans. "You c-can have it for free ... I'll fuck you for free."

"Mmm, that desperate for cock, are you?"

"I-I live for cock."

The man considers. "And what if I want a more permanent arrangement?"

Cassie's fear spikes. Her lust increases in equal amount. His power cocoons her isolated self, smothering all attempts at resistance. The tendrils seem to reach past her mind and slither around her body, leaving trails of tingly pleasure as enticing promises whisper even deeper into her mind.

All she needs to do is obey.

She opens the door and climbs into the car at his bidding. Her protected mind panics. What if he enslaves her completely? Will she have to continue to play the part?

His hand reaches under her skirt, and she squirms and moans as his fingers sink into her wet and helpless pussy. Pleasure rises in both her selves, and while only one falls deeper into the Dark abyss, it makes it harder to think clearly simply from the intensity.

Before she understands what it happening, she is bent over his seat and taking his cock into her mouth. Her head bobs on his shaft, little muffled moans of delight passing through her nose.

"Mmmm ... yes, my little slut ... my free hooker ... enjoy your taste of cock," the man purrs. He tugs her skirt up and paws her ass. "Oh so solid and delightful. As if you really are here."

Cassie shudders and pauses in her ministrations, then returns to them with a vigor, lips and tongue moving in ways in which she has little innate skill of her own.

A chill passes through her, like it had when she stopped by Jason's house, like she would often sense from Richie's mother the few times she was near enough to the woman. The Darkness was hovering somewhere nearby.

"And I could take you." He trails his fingers up Cassie's back. "You were foolish if you believed Projection would stop such a thing."

Cassie feels a tug, and in her split and confused state it takes her a moment to realize it is the tether.

His fingers curl in her hair and pulls her head from his cock. Her smoldering eyes look into his cool and lustful ones and understand what he wants. She is all too eager to oblige despite the shrill alarm from her protected self.

She climbs out of the car but leaves the passenger side open. Panting heavily, she leans over and lays her head and arms against the seat, thrusting her ass into the air. She whimpers as her helpless pussy both buzzes with desire and prickles at the cold.

A shadow passes over her, and he grasps her hips. "Such a cute little disappearing act you pulled on me the other night," he says, hands kneading her ass cheeks to desperate moans from her. "And I am sure you will pull it again."

She feels the tether slowly tightening as the head of his swollen cock alights on her aching pussy, just nudging the labia apart. Her hands grip her too firmly for her to move; she will take this at his pace only.

"Eventually," he says in a silky voice as he eases himself inside her.

"Uhng!" Cassie cries, shivering with desire and terror both, as she is unable to completely contain the reaction from her protected self. She sees the curtain between her two selves twisting and billowing as if driven by a stiff breeze.

"Now, I wonder which will be faster, my dear little slut," the man says in a breathy voice as he forces her hips to hump his cock hard. "You taking your leave, or ... me taking you?"

Cassie pants as her pleasure rises in a cadence over which she has no control unless she takes back her mind in its entirety.

"Hooker or slave, hmm?" the man says.

The tether thins and tightens more, the tug against her psyche becoming uncomfortable. She feels the last resistance left in her isolated self crumble, her body now moving to his mental beat. Bodies slap together in rising sexual desperation as Dark tendrils spear her helpless, controlled self.

"Oh, it will be close, won't it?" he says in a breathless voice as his hips pound against her ass. He chuckles. "As you are."

Her pussy strains. Suddenly the pull of the tether becomes irregular. She wants to scream in horror that the tether is about to break and leave her psyche stranded and enslaved. What would happen to her body? Would it become an empty shell like Stephanie's had?

"Oh dear ... I fear it will be ... just hooker after all," the man gasps. "Consider this ... a friendly warning then ... that no power can help you..."

Then, perhaps born from a surge of her stored sexual energy or from a simple blinding need, she senses the emotions of the Darkness. In that very brief instant, everything comes together into a perfect crystal clarity of understanding.

The man utters a guttural cry and slams himself into her one last time. She feels his cock erupt inside her and hears the breathless, gloating chuckle. A split second later, the tether yanks with such force that everything races away in a blur of light.

Inside the line, she bursts into orgasm, and she writhes and cries out in terrible ecstasy. The lingering tendrils of Dark control in her isolated self snap away, yet in that tiny instant she felt every bit the slave, empty of thought save for how she may again earn the reward of a warm and throbbing pussy.

She races backwards at breakneck speed, the tether still pulling her so hard that had it been a physical rope wrapped about her torso, it would have driven the wind from her. Even during the rise through the mesa, the inexorable pull continues. Suddenly she realizes she is fast racing towards something.

For a split second, she thinks she sees him. He is standing right at the tenuous gateway into the dreamverse. It is little more than a flicker, sliding off her eyes like quicksilver across steel.

The only detail she can remember as she slams back into her body is that he was wearing a feather.