Queen of Dreams

From the Twisted Mind of

Wayne Mitchell

 

SAMPLE CHAPTER

 

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Chapter Two

Previews of Things to Come

 

(In the first chapter, Sheila Morassy is talked into testing a DreamCaster which can record and play back her dreams. Before committing to the full featured DreamCaster, she is trying for one week a DreamCaster Lite which only gives her 30 seconds of her most recent dream.)

***

Sheila sat upright on her bed. She was breathing very hard. Her heart was racing. And she was afraid... very afraid.

As her breathing returned almost to normal, she looked around the room and said aloud, "This is what I got that DreamCaster thing for. Let's see if it works."

She reached up and touched the silver dot at the top of her nose. Suddenly she was in a large concrete cave or tunnel. She was naked and she was running. There were dozens- no hundreds- of naked women running with her. A harsh voice came from the loud speakers which were mounted on the walls of the tunnel. It was yelling, "Faster, faster. Remember only the first four hundred can participate in the next segment of the race for freedom. The rest will be sold as slaves at tonight's auction." The voice laughed. The laugh was badly distorted through the metal loudspeakers but it still sounded... evil. Then the man said, still laughing, "And remember, the prices will be low at this first cull auction. You might be bought by some peasant as a plow horse... or worse. Run like your life depends on it... it might." He then laughed again. The laugh was louder and, somehow, even more evil-sounding.

The voice was still laughing as everything faded from Sheila's mind.

Sheila couldn't get back to sleep after that, so she wandered into the kitchen to get herself a piece of fruit. She didn't know why, but when she had trouble sleeping, an apple or a peach or something like that often helped. She cut up a peach, walked into the living room, and gasped. Her laptop was again open and on. The smiling man was once more looking out at her.

"So what do you think so far?" he was asking. "Imagine if you could see that whole dream."

"I'm not sure I want to see that whole dream," Sheila responded. "Now if it was one of my horny dreams..." She let her voice trail off as the screen of her laptop darkened.

***

Thursday morning Sheila awoke refreshed, but she still remembered all of the details of the short dream segment that had been replayed to her by the DreamCaster Lite. She shuddered as she looked in her bathroom mirror. She leaned in close so that she was looking directly into her own eyes and said, "Slave silly, you might have liked what was going on in that dream, but I wouldn't." She paused and then said, "I wonder what happened before... or after... what I saw."

She dressed, ate breakfast, and prepared for another boring, boring day sitting around her condo. There was nothing on TV and she had already streamed all of the movies she wanted to see. She checked four of the six job sites where she was registered, but there were no inquiries or flags for her. Harold was totally right about one thing, no one seemed interested in her resume`. On the advice of a job counselor at the employment office, she had listed the reason for her leaving her last job as "hostile work environment," but even she was uncomfortable with what that could mean. If she were looking to hire someone, any resume` with that wording would end up in the discard pile. But it was the best she could think of, so she had left it and hoped for the best.

After lunch she checked her texts and emails and then began her daily on-line job search. She was in the middle of submitting her name to an interesting possibility when there was a knock at the door. She almost ignored it because there was a doorbell clearly marked as Sheila Morassy on the wall right next to the doorknob.

The knocking became louder and more insistent, so she got up and peeked through the peephole on the door. Standing outside was a middle-aged man in a brown uniform of some sort with a matching brown baseball cap on his head. Across the front of the cap, in large script letters, it said, "Allied Messenger Service."

Sheila opened the door, but did not release the chain. "Yes?" she said somewhat tentatively.

"I have a special delivery message for one Sheila Morassy," the man said, reading from a small card which he held in front of his face. His somewhat slow speech and way of speaking made Sheila think that he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.

"That's me," Sheila said.

"I need to see an approved form of ID," the man said with a goofy smile.

"OK," Sheila said, "let me get my driver's license. Is that OK?"

She showed him the license and he handed her a thick envelope.

"I'm supposed to wait for a response," he said, now nodding his head up and down as he spoke.

"Give me a minute," Sheila responded and closed the door.

She walked over to her kitchen table and laid out the contents of the envelope. It was a letter from the HR department at United Computer Support which apologized for the "misunderstanding" which had led to her dismissal. In several paragraphs of lawyer-generated weasel wording, they informed her that someone had given them security footage of "the alleged incident" and in the footage it was very apparent that Mister Daniel's fingers were clearly somewhat inside the waistband of her slacks and not merely accidentally brushing her behind as he had claimed.

"His whole fucking hand was inside my panties," she sputtered angrily, "not somewhat inside the waistband of my slacks."

In lieu of that, the letter continued, United Computer Support was offering to restore Sheila to her previous position including back pay for the time period while she was "absent from her job." There was a form which she was supposed to sign. It stated that she would "not publicly disparage the company for their mistake" and that she "would seek no other legal redress for this unfortunate incident."

The letter was signed by the head of the HR department, so it was he whom Sheila called. "I got your letter," she said curtly. "And I have a few requests before I sign any documents. One, I want a raise. Two, I want a guarantee that I cannot be fired or laid off for at least three years. And three, in addition to back pay, I want a cash settlement of thirty thousand dollars for my humiliation by the incident and the damage to my professional reputation by being falsely fired."

There was silence from the other end for only a moment or two before the HR chief replied, "Yes to the raise- double the rate of inflation. Yes to the termination clause. But I can only offer you ten thousand as a cash settlement."

Sheila smiled and said, "Make it fifteen thousand and email me the documents. I will send them back with your messenger boy."

"He has to witness you signing the documents," Mister HR replied. "They should be arriving in your email as we speak.

Sheila hung up the phone without responding and walked over to her laptop. There was a new email from HRDirector.United.Computer.Support. She printed out the documents. They were surprisingly short, but carefully-worded in legalese. She got her job back with a raise that was twice the rate of inflation. She was guaranteed that job for three years and if let go for any reason her salary would have to be paid off to the end of the agreement. And all back pay plus $15,000 would be direct-deposited to her account as soon as the signed paperwork was received.

She went back to the door and opened it. "They want you to witness my signature," she said and motioned for the messenger to come in.

She stood at the kitchen table and signed the paperwork. When she turned it around so the messenger could sign as a witness, she was surprised when he took a notary seal out of his pocket and pressed it over her signature. Then he signed as witness and used a small stamp from his pocket to add the necessary legal information with his notary number, etc.

As he picked up the document he said clearly, "Thank you very much for your cooperation, Miss Morassy. You will receive an electronic copy of all documents when they have been signed by the company."

The silly smile was gone. The messenger was standing straight and now looked more like a former marine than a low-level messenger.

"You're from the lawyer's office, aren't you?" she said quietly, but firmly.

He nodded.

"How much could I have gotten if I had sued?" she asked. "I know that I can't now, but I'm just wondering."

"If you had won..." he began. Then he gave her a quick, artificial smile, and said, "... but we're good... really good." His face went blank and he continued, "If you had won, and if the jury was in a good mood, you possibly could have gotten fifty- to seventy-five thousand. On appeal that would have been knocked down to around thirty. Your lawyers would have taken one third plus possibly another thousand or two for expenses. So you could have ended up with around eighteen thousand... and it would have taken at least four years to get it." He smiled again and said, "So, you made a good deal. Smuthers in HR was authorized to offer up to seventeen-five. Anything above that meant we went to court." He smiled again and said, "And we really didn't expect the non-termination clause. You made a really good deal."

"Thank you," she said as she escorted him to the door and closed it behind him.

As she turned from the door, she heard a now familiar-sounding voice call out from her laptop. "Congratulation!" Harold said enthusiastically. "You have your job back... and a fifteen thousand dollar bonus. Now you won't need the stipend." He laughed slightly and said, "Don't worry, it was in the contract, so it is still yours. But, since you won't really need it, we could instead apply it to an upgrade and give you a DreamCaster Deluxe... no, for that amount you could go all the way up to a DreamCaster Ultima. We could even ship that today."

"Yes... no," Sheila said. She took a quick deep breath and said calmly, "Yes on the upgrade. No on shipping it today. I still want to do the full week test of the DreamCaster Lite." She paused and then continued in a much softer voice, "I've already been played into making one quick decision today. I don't want to press my luck and make two."

"OK, if that's what you want," Harold replied cheerily. He smiled and said, "See you in your dreams." Then the laptop screen went dark.

"I wish I knew how they did that," Sheila said as she closed the lid on the laptop.

***

Thursday night Sheila again placed the strange strip on her nose before going to sleep. And again she fell almost immediately asleep... until around three in the morning when she awoke fighting desperately against... something. Her sheets and covers were all on the floor. One pillow was against the far wall. The other was still in her hand.

"What am I fighting?" she asked herself. She tried to get out of bed, but felt exhausted, like she had been running or fighting or something. She staggered to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror ready to find out what her dream had been. But the DreamCaster Lite button was not taped to the top of her nose.

She ran back to the bedroom and searched through the sheets and covers. After several minutes of frantic searching she found the little tape strip, but there was no silver dot. She ran back to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. There was no silver dot, but where it had been there was a very slight bump on the top of her nose.

She pressed the little bump and suddenly she was in a different room. Everything was wood and seemed to be very old-fashioned. The floor was moving up and down and the whole room seemed to be tilting slightly from side to side. She was on a ship! They must be under attack because there was smoke and noise everywhere.

A middle-aged woman ran into the room. "Nanny!" Sheila called out. The woman was evidently wounded in some fashion. There was blood on her blouse. She was carrying a small belaying pin that she must have taken from one of the ship's rails outside.

"Honey," the woman said through gritted teeth, "the ship has been boarded. Most of the crew has already surrendered. You have to use this on yourself. Put it between your legs and push it all the way in, hard. It will hurt. You will bleed a little, but it will save you from a much worse fate."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"They are Barbary Pirates," Nanny said forcefully. "They will kill all the men and old women like me. The young women they will take as slaves." She pressed the belaying pin into Sheila's hand. "But the virgins," she said, "will be taken to the Sultan's harem for his sexual pleasure. The only way you can save yourself is to make yourself not a virgin."

The door to the cabin burst inward. Suddenly the room was filled with yelling people. One of them grabbed Nanny and said, "One more for Davy Jones," and pushed her out the door. Then the pirate turned to Sheila and said, "What did you plan to do with this? Huh, sweet lady?"

Sheila was surprised that the voice was a woman's voice. It was somewhat low-pitched and harsh, but it definitely was a woman. She was surprised even more when a stern female voice from behind the woman said, "She was trying to save herself from a fate worse than death. Weren't you, little woman?"

"I don't know," Sheila replied. "Nanny told me to push the pin up between my legs."

"Everybody out!" the woman yelled and the pirates started melting out the door.

When they were alone, the woman said brusquely, "Lift your dress and spread your legs."

Sheila seemed confused, but the woman forced her legs apart and then pulled down her pantaloons. "You peed yourself," the woman said with a laugh. Then she pushed two fingers slowly up into Sheila's cunt. When her fingers hit a barrier, the woman smiled. She stood up and said, "Cover yourself." Then she called for the men- or were they all women- to come back into the room.

"Treat her like gold..." she said firmly. "No, more than gold," she added. "Treat her like your own life... because if anything happens to her you will pay with your life."

Sheila picked up one of the books from the desk and threw it at the pirates who were now approaching her. One of them just batted it out of her way. Sheila began throwing anything she could get her hands on. When she ran out of things to throw she began fighting and kicking and screaming. Then she woke up.

"Wow!" she said loudly as she walked into the kitchen. This time she picked an apple to munch on as she went into the living room.

"I figured you would be here," she said to the familiar figure in the laptop.

"Any questions after tonight's dream?" Harold asked.

"One," Sheila answered. "If I convert to the full Ultra thingy, can I back a dream up to the beginning? I sort of wonder how I got on an old sailing ship being attacked by female pirates."

"Yes," Harold answered cheerily, "you can even switch to other dreams that were recorded using the DreamCaster. Even dreams that aren't yours. Are you ready to convert to the full DreamCaster?"

"Not yet," Sheila answered, "I want to see how the week goes first."

Harold didn't reply. Instead, he smiled and said, "See you in your dreams." Then the laptop screen went dark.

***

Friday was a normal day for Sheila, if normal meant receiving a certified letter with all of the signed documents from HR. It also said that she would be expected at work at 8:00 am Monday.

She spent most of the day wasting time on the internet. Then around three, she decided that the apartment needed to be deep cleaned while she still had a chance, so she ordered slave silly to get to work. That involved going into the bedroom and stripping off, then standing in front of the mirror to give slave silly her orders.

It was warm in the apartment, but Sheila had ordered slave silly not to open any windows or turn on the air conditioner. By the time she had finished the living room and bedroom slave silly was covered with sweat. Sheila told her to stop for supper so she grabbed a quick sandwich and then began cleaning the kitchen, including moving the refrigerator and stove and cleaning under them. She was dripping by the time she finished there and moved to the bathroom. Once there, she stopped to inspect her body in the mirror. She carefully wiped sweat from her left breast, swirling her finger around her nipple and enjoying the way it slid so easily across her skin.

It wasn't until the same sensations came from her right breast that she realized that her right hand was mirroring her left. She had been standing for several minutes in front of the mirror rubbing her breasts when Sheila's voice commanded her, "Take me high!"

"Yes, Mistress," slave silly said and began rubbing her cunt. She stood staring into the mirror at her Mistress' eyes as she rubbed both her cunt and her breasts and tweaked her nipples and her clit. She felt herself rising higher and higher, but her Mistress kept saying, "Not yet. Not yet. Hold yourself. You can't cum until I say you can."

Slave silly was now rubbing furiously between her legs and staring into the mirror waiting for her Mistress' command. Her legs were shaking and weak. It looked like she might collapse at any time. Then, just before her legs would have given up, Sheila's voice called out, "Now!" and slave silly collapsed to the ground with a long, loud, screaming groan.

She lay there very still for several minutes until Sheila's voice commanded her, "Get up. Clean up the bathroom and then clean yourself in the shower. After that you can go to bed."

An hour later, slave silly climbed into bed... or was she once again Sheila? It was getting harder and harder for her to remember which one she was. Whichever one she currently was, she was very tired and fell asleep immediately.

***

It seemed as if she had just fallen asleep when she awoke screaming. Her body was covered with sweat. Her shoulders hurt as if she had been carrying- or pushing- a great weight. She jumped from the bed and looked down at her feet, expecting them to be covered in mud. But why?

She ran to the bathroom and turned on the light. There was definitely no mud on her legs, but she could smell wet earth. How was that possible?

"Only one way to know," she said in a shaky voice as she reached up to very carefully touch the small, slightly-raised bump at the top of her nose that had once been a little silver dot.

Suddenly the bathroom was gone. She was standing naked in a muddy field with another naked girl and six naked men. They were all collared and chained to a rough wooden frame. The frame was a trace of some sort that extended out forward from a two-wheeled caisson that was dragging a large square frame with rows of sharpened sticks poking down into the ground. The two women were in the front row just behind a large wooden wheel that was mounted to the center post. The six men followed them in three rows with one man on each side of the center beam pushing hard against the cross beam to which they were chained. A man was standing on the axle beam of the caisson. His hands were on two huge levers which were connected by chains to two poles which stuck out from the sides of the front wheel. The arrangement reminded Sheila of old-fashioned tractors she had seen working in the fields at historic farms back home... except the eight slaves were the motor.

A man clothed in a simple home-spun tunic walked alongside the arrangement with a small whip in his hand. He kept striking the backs and asses of the men and was crying out, "Put your backs into it. We have two more fields to harrow before dark. And remember, if you push hard enough to drag a slut off her feet, she is yours for the night." When he said that, the whole apparatus sped up and Sheila found herself pushing harder against the wooden brace in front of her and frantically marching trying to stay upright in the thick mud of the field. Then she was back in her bedroom.

"No, no, no," she cried as she ran into the shower and turned the water on full. There was no mud on her body, but she still scrubbed herself as if there were. She stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out and the water became too cold for her to stand. Then she dried herself and walked into the living room.

Her laptop was on and the screen was filled with the grinning face of the man from DreamCaster. She took a deep breath and was ready to scream at him to take his little piece of silver and shove it up his ass, but before she could speak he said, "Scary isn't it? But what about your horny dreams? You haven't seen one of those yet, have you? Maybe tomorrow night's dream will be that special one."

Sheila stood breathing heavily. Her anger was dissipating. Finally she slumped her shoulders and said, "Yeah. I really want to know what happens before I wake up all turned on. But I have a feeling that will be the last one in my one-week trial period."

She paused for a moment staring slightly above her computer screen, then she said, "It will be last, won't it? You can control my dreams, can't you? That's what Dream Control Limited means. You control my dreams!"

The man didn't answer her question. Instead, he smiled at her and said, "Pleasant dreams." The screen faded to black as Sheila turned and walked back toward her bedroom.

 

END OF SAMPLE CHAPTER