What Dreams May Come

Across Town...

Aaron wasn't the only one having a long and eventful Day, The Beautiful Dr. Meridian pulled up to her meticulously restored and refurbished brownstone in the hills above the hustle and bustle of New Beverly. Turning off the high-powered engine of her Lexus 28... The Market's newest, most expensive and well-equipped car available.

Dr. Meridian put her head down on the steering wheel and just rested for awhile. After several minutes she gathered enough courage to open the door and step out, her signature curve-hugging black dress was wrinkled and faded as if she had worn it on a long trek to parts unknown. There were small rips and tears here and there, and areas of the fabric especially at or near her firm breasts were practically transparent from ****.

Just the short walk from her car to her front door was an ordeal, Chase was stiff and sore all over. Instead of the 9 yards it actually was it felt more like a mile. There was not a single solitary part of her that was not screaming for mercy but even through the pain and weariness, Dr. Meridian couldn't stop a sigh of pleasure from escaping her lips every few steps and the sound of dripping could be heard as her abused pussy continued to leak all over her thighs. Chase braced herself against the door as she searched through her purse for her keys, Just this had her breathing like she had run a 3 Day Marathon. She could barely hold her eyes open and her legs twitched from the strain of carrying her weight.

Dr. Meridian rested her forehead on her arm as she searched for her keys. She was too exhausted and too sore to care that her already short dress had ridden up in the back revealing her bare, dripping pussy and her curvaceous Derriere. It was a sight that could give even the most chaste and straight Woman a raging hard-on, figuratively speaking of course.

After several minutes of exhaustively searching, Chase slowly fished her keys out of the small purse and fumbling managed to open her door and just barely make it inside before being struck by a powerful orgasm that had her panting lewdly and flailing wildly, convulsing as if a huge current of voltage had been passed through her body.

Even having cum so much and with the orgasm just now Dr. Meridian found herself unbelievably horny and was about to hurry to her bedroom to masturbate when she realized she had left her front door open. Turning she was about to close it when it suddenly creaked shut and locked all by itself. The eerie sound it made as it closed and the scraping of metal as it locked gave her chills.

"Hello Darling...," A sweet and sinister voice called out from the darkness behind her. Chase immediately whirled around in shock then a profound look of terror settled onto her beautiful face as a figure in a black suit stepped out of the shadow of a nearby wall to greet her., "... You Made Me Wait So Long My Dear... Now I Have To Punish You."

Paralyzed in sheer Horror, Chase fell to her knees and began to beg., "No Please No More! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!!!"

Approaching the sobbing Doctor, The shadowy figure that had already tormented her enough for a dozen lifetimes of hell bent down and in a soft but unmistakably foreboding tone stated., "Remember What I Told You My Sweet Little Peach...?"

Chase nodded vigorously but continued to sob while pleading for mercy but to no avail., "... During The Day You Help Me Keep An Eye On Our Young Lord and At Night I Train You To Serve Him Like A Good Slut Should."

"Please MASTER I'LL BE GOOD! DON'T PUNISH ME!," Chase begged.

Chase's New Master looked down at her cruelly, obviously enjoying her submission and even more so her terror., "I'm Sorry My Sweet But Rules Are Rules. I Might Have Taken It Easy On You Because You've Caught My Master's Eye Even If He Doesn't Know It Yet But... I Cannot Let That Influence How I Train You. After All If You Fail When I Present You To The Young Lord Your Failure Will Become My Failure and I Simply Cannot Tolerate That So Come Along My Sweet."

The Mysterious Being calling himself Outis turned, a glass of wine appearing in his outstretched hand as he walked away from the still cowering Chase.

In a moment of panic that she would soon regret with all her being, Chase twisted on her knees and scrambled toward the door in an effort to escape. With a pleased smile, Outis lifted the glass of pitch black wine to his lips while raising his other hand.

A snap of his fingers later and Chase found her legs flying out from under her, slamming her violently to the floor. Landing on her superb washboard abs, Chase clawed at the 100-year old hardwood Mahogany floors and $5,000 Persian rugs as she was dragged backward by an invisible ****.

Outis who had been admiring her spacious bedroom stood in the doorway as Chase was dragged inside kicking and screaming. The very frightened and if she were being honest with herself very aroused Chase came to a stop at the foot of her luxurious four poster canopy-style bed. Breathing heavy from her futile struggling, Chase pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, and tried to stand but she was unable. Chase felt a tremendous **** like an enormous hand push down on her forcing her back down on the floor.

"I Didn't Tell You To Get Up.," Outis snarled in what could be described as equal parts playful and threatening.

The moment Chase stopped struggling she was immediately tossed unceremoniously onto her back while her arms and legs were spread and pulled taut as if by invisible ropes. The amused Outis was smiling as he walked over to Chase, still sipping his wine.

"After All The Ways I've Had You Today I Think This May Be My Favorite...," The malevolent grin that adorned Outis' otherwise handsome face was a sight to behold and gave a spine-chilling glimpse of the flesh rending teeth that filled his powerful maw.

Outis lifted his glass., "Cheers My Sweet, Sweet Angel.," And after taking a long sip, emptied the remaining contents of the glass onto Chase. The inky black liquor was thick and sticky like tar as it splashed onto her chest, instantly dissolving her expensive black dress while leaving her smooth, creamy skin unmarred.

"Lovely.," Outis whispered, letting the glass fall from between his clawed fingers and disappear before hitting the floor. Snapping his fingers, The end of a leash appeared in his hand. Chase's eyes widened and her nipples immediately hardened as she followed the length of cord down to a collar around her neck. She felt a desire to bark like a dog but in the end didn't say anything. Outis gave the leash a gentle tug and Chase quickly found herself being levitated into the air with her arms and legs still pulled taut.

"Exquisite.," Outis commented as he unabashedly examined Chase's mouthwatering form. Outis traced a long, curved claw over one of Chase's inspiring breasts, sending shivers up and down her immobilized body. With just a tap from the tip of his claw, Chase flew onto the bed. At the same time, several drawers on either side of the room opened and belts and silk scarves slithered out of them, down and across the floor and up onto the bed to secure Chase's arms and legs to the posts of her bed.

"Brilliant!," Outis chuckled malevolently as Chase was gagged with a pair of her own underwear. Removing his tie and tossing it over his shoulder, Outis removed his suit jacket and tossed it to the side. Next came his shirt, Outis snapped his fingers and a long ornate cane appeared in his hand. Tapping the tip of the cane against each shoe, His shoes and socks evaporated. Tossing the cane into the air, It vanished in a puff of smoke.

Outis may have wore the same handsome mug as Aaron but under his clothes lay something very different. His muscular body was adorned with an array of nasty looking scars. He may have had the dominating physique of a bodybuilder but the many scars that criss-crossed that painstakingly honed physique painted a picture that anyone with any kind of intelligence could read... One of a soldier, a warrior, a... consummate professional who enjoyed his work however brutal or nasty that work may be.

Now totally naked, The Sadistic Outis climbed onto the soft, luxurious bed. His rather impressive cock harder than any slab of granite could ever be. Pointing upward, It gave one the impression of a weapon waiting to be used. Perhaps not as impressive as a sword but never the less a very long blade.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPFF!," Chase screamed into her gag as Outis positioned himself between her soft, delicate thighs. He leaned down, his golden irises burning brightly as he firmly gripped her hips.

"Forget What I Said Earlier Little Bird... I Definitely Like You This Way Best.," Outis growled while giving Chase a sinister smirk.

Chase shook her head quickly from side to side, a pleading look in her luscious blue eyes before Outis thrust his hips and The World around Chase exploded.

"Stay Away FROM MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!," Aaron screamed at the top of his lungs as he struggled against the restraints that held him firmly in place.

"Now Now Aaron If You Keep That Up You'll Hurt Yourself.," Said the obviously very, very insane and seriously emaciated Doctor slash wackadoo nutjob extraordinaire in a sickly sweet tone that made Aaron's skin crawl to say nothing of the fact that as the creepy bastard spoke he was boring a hole in his own temple and apparently enjoying every second even as chunks of bone and clumps of rotten flesh and grey matter splattered on the dingy floor each time he moved the drill back and forth.

Now for some of you the irony of that statement might be lost so I will explain. After being quite literally blindsided after tearing his own eyes out optic nerve and all and then knocked **** only to awaken to find himself securely strapped into a cold, hard and unforgiving metal chair in a dark, dank, almost claustrophobic room surrounded by surgical tools and equipment. Ice cold water dripping down from above, the smell of mold and burnt flesh assaulting his nose.

Aaron quickly became aware of the numbness in his hands which he hadn't noticed until several seconds ago slowly giving way to a very real and very intense pain. Aaron tried to look down and he could just make out that there was a very large bolt running through each of his hands and secured to each of the chair's armrests. That alone even without being added to everything else would have been enough to frighten most people but Aaron realized something even more terrifying than the large bolts through his hands and that was that... he could see.

"Finally Noticed I See. It Was Some Trouble To Fix Those Pretty Little Orbs of Yours... Nearly Burned Off My Fingers Trying To Reattach The Optic Nerves.," Dr. Elkhurst chuckled, A sound that would make anyone's blood freeze... sounding like a combination of metal being forcibly punctured by a live chicken and glass in a garbage disposal.

"Aah Much Better...," Dr. Elkhurst sighed happily, breaking the bit of the drill in his temple before throwing the drill onto a nearby table without a care as he dug around in the bleeding hole for the bit., "... Trepanning Is Truly A Lost Art and Good For So Many Things....," Dr. Elkhurst smiled, licking his own blood from the broken bit before putting it in his pocket., "... Just Another Clear Sign of How Unevolved Humans Are For Getting Rid of Such An Enlightened Medical Technique..."

Even as The Bizarre Doctor spoke Aaron's mind raced., "I Know I Blinded Myself... I Clearly Remember The Resistance From My Optic Nerve and The Sudden Release of Tension When It Snapped... I Can Still Feel The Blood On My Finger Tips."

Dr. Elkhurst who had been talking the entire time suddenly stopped.

Aaron was deep in thought, trying to make sense of his current predicament but he wasn't so distracted that he couldn't dodge the scalpel aimed at his eye, easily snapping the bonds holding his head in place. The Doctor smiled widely underneath his mask as the scalpel sank deep into the metal beside Aaron's ear., "You Never Cease To Amaze Me Aaron and A Good Thing To or My Impulsiveness Would Have Damaged Those Beauties I Tried So Hard To Repair."

The Doctor chuckled malevolently as the scalpel evaporated and straps on the head rest writhed like snakes, regenerating, and fastening Aaron securely back into place as he tried to shrug them off.

Dr. Elkhurst smirked under his dirty mask., "Now Now Aaron... I Need You To Hold Still or... I Might Hit Something Vital."

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!," Roared Aaron.

"I Am... Not.," The malevolence in Dr. Elkhurst's raspy voice was almost palpable now., "You'll Be Much Happier Once I Preform A Little Surgery and Put... Your Mind Right."

Aaron's eyes darted back and forth from side to side, He could feel his anxiety rising but more than that he was angry... Angry at the whole situation... Angry at himself for being so weak but most of all he was Angry for not being able to understand what was happening and why it was happening. He was use to being the smartest person in the room but now his thoughts felt slow, clumsy, frozen then he suddenly started laughing. A deep, loud maniacal laughter that one could feel inside their very bones shook the room.

Dr. Elkhurst quirked an eyebrow, His gaze showing the tiniest hint of fear before returning to one of cold indifference.

Aaron stopped laughing and asked., "What happened? What did I Do?," A profoundly confused look washing over his pale face.

"You had me worried there for a moment Aaron but I guess we'll have to go ahead with the surgery after all.," Stated The Crazed Doctor as he gestured over his shoulder., "Soon enough you'll be more relaxed and calm just like my other patients."

Aaron squinted but he could barely see beyond where Dr. Elkhurst was standing. There were three chairs like the one Aaron was strapped in arranged in a row and each had its own unlucky occupant but Aaron had trouble making them out. Aside from being able to tell that they were barefoot and dressed in surgical scrubs they were hazy, out of focus... almost like they were fading in and out of existence.

The more Aaron tried the harder it was to make out any details but after what seemed like hours he managed to determine that the person on the left had no ears, the one in the middle had no eyes, and the last one had no mouth.

Aaron's eyes widened.

"Trust me you'll feel so much better after I crack open your skull with my trusty industrial strength concrete drill, jackhammer, limited edition chisel set and finger your brain and unlike those incompetent jocks with their Dates on prom night fumbling awkwardly in the dark I'll treat your brain right and show you a real good time."

"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!," Screamed Aaron, struggling to get free of his bonds.

"Now, Now Young Aaron... Is That Any Way To Talk To Your Doctor and Besides I Promise To Lube My Fingers Before I Start Poking Around Inside Your Head So... No Worries. I Only Want To Help You."

"Help Me? Help Me How? You're About To Bore A Hole In My FUCKING SKULL! HOW IS THAT GOING TO HELP ME?!"

"How Little You Understand About Yourself and After All Our Time Together Too."

"What? What is That Supposed To Mean?... You Speak As If We've Had This Conversation Before."

"Oh We Have... Many Times. Almost As Many Times As I've Drilled Holes In That Incredibly Thick Skull of Yours But Then Again You Never Remember So Why Would Now Be Any Different?"

"Wait! What Are You Saying?... How Many Times Have You Done This? Why?"

"Why? You Always Ask Me That Same Boring Question... Let Me Spell It Out For You... What I'm Saying Young Kin'rit Is That Not Only Am I Doing This For Your Own Good... I'm Doing It Because You Want Me To."

"NO! Tha-That's CRAZY!," Aaron's desperation was reaching a fever pitch and that's when he saw it. It was himself standing behind The Insane Doctor, guiding his hands in the terrible deeds he was about to perform.

"NoooooOOOOOOOO!"