The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream)
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				Title: <strong>The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 13:54:07</strong>
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				Emily stood in a dark corridor, her eyes focused on the faint candle light that appeared to be burning at the far end, it gave very little light from this distance but it gave her something to follow, something to hang onto. She had always hated te dark, even though it was what happened as the sun set every single day within Emily there remained some odd primal fear that the dark hid many secrets and dangers if only she dared enter into it. <br><br>Her steps sounded loud and echoed along the stone corridor despite the fact she could feel the heat being drained away from her through her bare feet. The sound drove her do distraction and eventually she could do nothing but cover her ears to try and cease the sound. It eased and faded only to be replaced by the thumping of her heart beating loudly in her ear drums, she could feel it throb under her ribs and hear it rise sharply despite the fact that nothing in her dream had changed yet. <br><br>She wondered how far away she was from the candle, from the light as no matter how many steps she appeared to have taken or be taking it did not draw closer at all. She felt cold sweat begin to trail along her skin and dampen the full length nightie she was dressed in.&nbsp; Behind her the growling sounded, it reminded her always of the penned up pit bull a neighbor had when she was a child and Emily still carried the scar when that dog had gotten loose one day and jumped on her as a child. <br><br>Her foot steps increased as she bgan to run along the corridor inhaling and exhaling sharply to try and cease the need to scream. The candle light began to draw closer at last and she could feel a element of safety wrap around her but just as she felt herself entering into the light she felt something snag on the back of her nightie and pulled her back...<br><br>"NOOOO!"<br><br>She yelled as she shot up out of bed and fell to the floor in a tangled heap of bed sheets and a book that she had been reading.<br><br>"Not again..."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 00:11:04</strong>
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				His fingers wove in and out of the intricate pattern of the Dream Catcher in its hand, the sinew threading being angled and pulled at just the right angles to ensure that the final piece would be capable of holding the ritualistic spell that would eventually come to be placed upon it.&nbsp; He'd been working at it fire days now, tirelessly making sure that it came out perfect.&nbsp; It was a pattern that had been passed down through the generations, his Grandmother bestowing him with the art that had been helping to sustain their family since before The White Man had ever came to this place.&nbsp; But the purpose of it was something that had been taught to him by one of the darker sides of his Tribes origins.&nbsp; Spells and rituals which allowed you to control a persons dreams.&nbsp; Make them seem as real as reality...It was a power that always seemed to end up in the wrong set of hands.<br><br>He had seen her passing by one day when he was in town.&nbsp; She was beautiful.&nbsp; She was the exact type of thing that men like him always tended to desire.&nbsp; Chocolate hair, green eyes, fair skin.&nbsp; She was The White Mans girl next door; and the Native Americans perfect fantasy.&nbsp; The spell had been placed only with malicious intent, a spell which would ensure that the girl would not get a good nights rest without nightmare after nightmare for weeks to come.&nbsp; It had came to him in a dream, that this day would come, and that when his spell would placed...She'd grasp at threads to try and make the nightmares go away.<br><br>"There we are." The deer bone needle placed the last knot in the rawhide boarder which encircled the custom weaving.&nbsp; Feathers and trinkets hung from it, hand dyed leather threading and details making it look like something that only someone of great talent could create.&nbsp; Nothing like the cheap knockoffs you found at Tourist Traps.&nbsp; No, this...This was original, and he would give it to the shop keeper with strict instructions on who to sell it to.<br><br>The lantern which sat on the ancient table in front of him was taken in hand as he walked the dream catcher towards the center of the room.&nbsp; An intricate design had been painted onto the wooden floor in what appeared to be blood, assorted relics placed in exactly the right spot as he placed that dream catcher in the center of the hand made altar.&nbsp; The Lantern was set on the floor, and an old leather book was set in front of him as he knelt before his creation and consumed a "Potion" which would send him into a hallucinogenic state.<br><br>Hours passed.&nbsp; One of his hands was bleeding.&nbsp; A knife, to his side.&nbsp; His body, covered in sweat.&nbsp; Exhausted, worn out.&nbsp; He lifted the lantern and blew the small flame out, stumbling his way to the Cot he called a bed.&nbsp; He slept, he slept beautifully...Soon enough, they both would.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 00:43:34</strong>
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				Emily stared at the window as the sun rose again finally. She had been sat on her grandmother's rocking chair since the night mare had caused her to fall out of her bed. Her eyes looked heavy and her green eyes were hidden by shadows etched into her skin. Her brown hair was a tangled mess of knots and finger twirling. The alarm sounded loudly indicating it was time for her to set off to meet up with ehr friend already. She pushed her tired body from the chair and made her way for the shower. She felt surprisingly old despite her youth and she wished for nothing more than to curl up in her bed and sleep...if only she was certain that she would sleep peacefully rather than painfully. The shower she made extra cold to try and wake herself up and it worked to some degree. Her hair quickly got washed and conditioned, her body scrubbed down with apricot body wash and she dried herself as she decided on a out fit. <br><br>The out fit was a simple pair of dark blue jeans, a green t-shirt and a heart shaped pendent that hunt around her neck. She decided to pull her hair back into a simple pony tail and had a extra strong cup of coffee to help her stay awake for the rest of the morning at least. At eight o'clock she left her small house and made her way to the train station. She still could not believe she was doing this, she could not believe her dreams were pushing her to such rash decisions but as she boarded the train and finally caught up with ehr friend and practically collapsed into the seat the look of dismay on her friends face indicated at least she was making the right choice for some one. <br><br>"Those bad dreams still troubling you Em..?"<br><br>"Only every night now..."<br><br>She yawned loudly, only just managing to cover her mouth with her hand. Her friend smiled gently and placed her hand over her shoulder giving it a light squeeze. <br><br>"Well soon we shall someone who will cure all your ills..perhaps try and sleep now, we shall be two hours on this thing, it is day and so full of people I doubt anything could scare you here."<br><br>Emily nodded her head once and rested her head on her friends gently offered shoulder. Despite her attempts to keep herself awake she fell to sleep within seconds.&nbsp; Time passed though she was not sure how long when she woke up and found the train completely empty. The strangers had gone, the ticket collector and worst of all her best friend also. She looked out of the window or at least tried to but she saw nothing but darkness. The only light that remained was the blinking of the cab she was in. She felt the table in front of her a moment to try and feel any movement but there was none at all. What had happened, where was every one gone and why had Tina not woke her up? <br><br>She heard something scratch at one of the metal doors of the train, it sounded like claws down a chalk board, striking her ear drums painfully causing her to wince at the sound and jump away from the table knocking her knee even though there was no pain at the same time. The light went out for a brief second and the cabin was plunged into darkness. She screamed loudly and went for the door further along the train cabin as something struck the opposite door a low growl coming from the darkness. <br><br>"Please not again...."<br><br>She whimpered quietly as she felt her legs start to give way under her, she could hear the metal starting to be torn through...she saw a shadow move into the cabin too fast for her to keep up with and then something grabbed her ankle and pulled her onto her back...<br><br>"GET OFF OF ME!"<br><br>Her heart racing she practically threw herself over the table and nearly struck the strangers opposite her and Tina. Sun light blazed in through the glass window and Emily felt like she was going to be sick. The images faded away but the fear lingered.<br><br>"Sorry."<br><br>She managed to utter to the strangers and avoided the gazes of all but Tina.<br><br>"I am so sorry Tina..I did not mean..."<br><br>"It is fine hun, we are almost there.. we shall be at the BSSK event soon and we shall find something to help you sleep..I promise."<br><br>She gave Emily a gentle hug and lead her off of the train when it came to their station.<br><br>"Well I will have to admit I think you woke everybody else up and at least I know now...that you do not snore."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 01:30:06</strong>
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				He woke up the next day when the sunlight managed to sneak through the sheets which covered the window to his shack of a home.&nbsp; A thin strand of light which managed to penetrate the darkness around him, and just so happen to land directly on his face.<br><br>"Oh fuck." His body still ached from the ritual he had performed the night before.&nbsp; Shadows in the room still seemed to move on their own, as the potion clearly had lingering side effects.&nbsp; But it was nothing that he had not dealt with before, so it wasn't very hard to ignore the things around him shifting too and fro even though they should have remained still.&nbsp; <br><br>As he rose to his feet his legs nearly gave out from under him, he didn't remember much of what the act the night before had entailed...But by the burning in his calves, he had a strong feeling that it included a lot of cardio.&nbsp; But it was worth it, as the corners of his lips peeked into a sadistic little smile, because as he walked across that room his eyes caught the dream catcher still sitting in the center of the alter.&nbsp; Soon enough everything would be exactly as he wanted them to be, he just needed to wake the fuck up and get to the general store before it was too late.<br><br>A half an hour was all it took for him to shower, dress, and pour a cup of coffee into a paper cup.&nbsp; He collected the dream catcher and placed it within a plastic sheath to ensure that it wouldn't get damaged on the trip over.&nbsp; He left his home and climbed into the drivers seat of his old rusted out Pick Up truck, setting his creation on the seat beside him.<br><br>The Indian Reserve was still only just waking up, the trickling of tourist had yet to descend upon the small settlement.&nbsp; He still had time.&nbsp; He drove the pick up towards the heart of 'Town', parking it in front of the general store as he once again collected the package he had brought and made his way inside of the store.<br><br>"Hello, Danny." The old woman of a shop keeper said to him with a thick Native American accent, a bright smile on her face as she looked down towards the item he had brought with him. "You made us another one, I see?&nbsp; I tell you what, if you made more than two or three a year you could make a nice living for yourself.&nbsp; I can barely keep them on the shelf for more than an hour without some White Man paying whatever price I put on it."<br><br>The woman was kind, and had always been his biggest fan.&nbsp; He walked towards the counter and set the package down, unzipping it to reveal the creation inside. <br><br>"I'd hate to put the rest of your makers out of business doing that, Mary." His hand lifted to gesture towards the rows and rows of other Dream Catchers lining the walls, but they all seemed to be lacking something.&nbsp; They all seemed like...They had simply been rushed, created for a profit and without any real -purpose-.&nbsp; The Native Americans still clung to a lot of their superstitions, and most still believed that Dream Catchers actually worked.&nbsp; But not when you made them without conviction.<br><br>"By god, Danny...This is absolutely magnificent.&nbsp; I've never seen the pattern before.&nbsp; How long has this been in your family?"<br><br>"I imagine as long as we have been making them.&nbsp; It is a Ritual piece, and they are only supposed to be made once a generation.&nbsp; So knowing that...You can imagine that I don't want it going to just anybody." He had never before set guidelines on who could purchase his creations...This was something new, the womans interest peeked.&nbsp; But she said nothing, just continued listening.<br><br>"She came to me in a dream.&nbsp; The dream told me that I had to make this for her, because she had been cursed by nightmares.&nbsp; The dream told me that she would be coming here soon.&nbsp; Brown hair, green eyes, pale skin.&nbsp; She will be looking for something to cure her nightmares.&nbsp; Ask her how long she has been having them, it should be somewhere near the last two months.&nbsp; I want you to sell it to her for a fair price, and you may keep all of the profit as long as you give me my normal supplies." The tale was something that only a Woman like this, who was so entranced with the Lore of their tribe, would ever believe.&nbsp; But her eyes widened as she looked towards Danny and picked up the Dream Catcher as though it could break if a gust of wind hit it to hard.&nbsp; She shook her head towards him, and spoke in a awestruck voice.<br><br>"Yes, Danny, I will be sure it goes to the right person.&nbsp; I will call you the moment I sell it, I just hope I don't let you or Her down."<br><br>Danny smiled as he watched the woman climb up a footstool to place the Dream Catcher on display on the center of the wall just behind the register.&nbsp; A place where everyone would be able to see it.<br><br>"I trust your intuition.&nbsp; Good luck with business, Mary." She thanked him as he left the store and got back into his pick up.&nbsp; He took a deep breath, turned over the key, and began the trip home.&nbsp; Now it was only a waiting game.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 14:31:10</strong>
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				Emily and Tina spent that day moving around the many small stalls that had been placed in the large hall. There was also another two floors to explore through. They spent the day inhaling many scents, lavender, tea tree, witch hazel, sandalwood and the list went on. Emily purchased bath oils, soothing music Cd's that had almost put her to sleep on her feet. She purchased some crystals that were meant to absorb the bad dreams. She also got given some pouri cushions to place on her bed. She got a old style journal to write in and hopefully ease any concern she had hopefully leading to a pleasant sleep.<br><br>They all attended the seminars and gatherings that took place, about spells, moon magic, Wicca magic, candle magic and son on. By the time it was closing for the day Emily was exhausted. They made their way to the hotel where they would be sharing a room for the one night and finishing the trip tomorrow before going to the train station and heading home in the early afternoon.<br><br>Tina bought a bottle of malibu and coke which they shared after a three course meal of , peppers and risotto for Emily, which thankfully were not as spicy as she feared, tomato and cheese pasta followed by key lime cheesecake which was stronger than she was used to. The meal other wise was lovely and settled her stomach. Tina made sure that Emily had more of the alcohol in hopes that it would numb her mind and help her sleep better. When Emily returned home she would start the process of going through the purchased items and seeing what worked and what did not. <br><br>After a long hot bath, having her hair brushed by Tina and the malibu was gone Emily finally settled to sleep for eleven that evening. She hoped to any god that she heard of during the day that one of them would prevent the night mares returning. <br><br>She had her answer not long after she closed her eyes. She was stood up on a hill with the sun blazing down upon her, the leaves on the surrounding trees were just starting to turn golden, red and brown indicating the beginning of autumn.&nbsp; Kites filled the air in many bright colours and she could hear the screams and yells of delight that came from children and grown ups alike. <br><br>She felt perhaps something she had done that evening worked obviously when the sun started to fall far too rapidly for her liking, time seemed to have been sped up except for her. The children and adults began to disappear in large droves and though she attempted to move with them she felt as if she was rooted to the spot.<br><br>Within a blink of her eyes the moon rapidly rose, it was full and icy cold in appearance and though it lit the world around her, it gave no warmth to sooth her nerves. The light was minimal and cast more shadows than light. Finally able to move she made her first few steps down the hill. The grass was slippery possibly with dew and she slipped twice making her way down. She kept her ears peaked for any more sudden changes or the familiar growls that she had come to associate with the dreams.&nbsp; Yet nothing came, nothing jumped out of the shadows and she continued her way across the wood land. She felt the ground begin to change beneath her from soil and grass to wooden planks, thumping loudly with each step. The grass changed to water beneath her and reflected herself in it. She almost jumped for she looked as pale as any ghost in the eerie moonlight. <br><br>It was as she reached the middle of the bridge that she heard the growls, though they were different this time, they sounded muffled and drawn out. As she stared into the water she noticed bubbles had started to rise and pop at the surface. Something long and shiny reached out and grabbed the simple railing Emily had only seconds ago been holding onto. A scream filled her lungs as the bridge began to crack and break, the railing disappearing into the water where it became silent and still for a minute. <br><br>The shiny appendage began to reach out again, it was slimy, and cold looking, dark in colour like sea weed but thicker than a mans upper arm. She screamed as the possible limb began to move towards her, slapping against the wood in a disturbing squelching sound. <br><br>The tip of the limb reached her feet and wrapped around one leg suddenly pulling her against the bridge and through it, pain struck against her form before it became soaked in cold water She reached up to the moon trying to reach out to the only light she could as the water reached her chin and filled her mouth. <br><br>The light faded as her whole body was pulled under the surface and she could no longer breath. <br><br>She woke up just in time to fell her body hit the floor, her ankles and legs tangled in the hotels bed covers and Tina shaking on the other side of the bed.<br><br>"I hate to say this Em..but I am glad it is you having the nightmares and not me...from your sounds they sounded terrible."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 01:09:49</strong>
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				Every moment after he had driven away from that shop had been hell.&nbsp; The cheap cell phone in his pocket had to get flipped open every fifteen seconds, as though he could have somehow missed the phone call that he had been waiting for.&nbsp; All day went like that, he tried to pass the time.&nbsp; It hardly worked.<br><br>The first thing he did was work on his truck.&nbsp; There had been an odd ticking noise in the engine every time he made a right turn, and even though it was a problem that had been persistent for the past three years and had never meant anything...Suddenly, today seemed like the perfect time to work on it.&nbsp; So he stood in front of the Truck, the hood propped open with a mechanics light hanging from one of the available slots.&nbsp; His hands were greasy from the old engine, and yet...He still checked that phone which was sat on a stool a foot or two away from him constantly.&nbsp; It took him a while to figure out how to do it with his hands wrapped up in a towel.<br><br>"All this time, and it was just a god damned rat body." He shook his head as he pulled the old set of bones out from the engine and tossed them to the ground beside him, closing the hood and putting all of the tools away.<br><br>Then what?&nbsp; The sun was just starting to go down, and short of going to the bar and spending money he didn't have...All he could do was continue waiting, flip on the television and watch mindless programming that irritated him more than anything.<br><br>So thats what he did.&nbsp; An old six pack, an old TV, and a phone sitting on his thigh as he just...Waited.<br><br>Finally he couldn't take it anymore.&nbsp; The General Store closed at 10, it was now 10:05 and he figured it was worth a shot.&nbsp; He flipped his phone open again and called Mary.<br><br>Basic niceties were exchanged before he finally got to what she had to know he was calling for.<br><br>"So, anything on the Dream Catcher?"<br>"No not yet, Danny.&nbsp; Lots of people asking how much it was and how much it'd take to buy it, but none that fit your description.&nbsp; Half way through the day I just started telling people it was a family heirloom so they'd leave me alone."<br>"Are you sure?&nbsp; I mean, could you have possibly overlooked her?&nbsp; I'd hate to have all that work put to waste." His voice had a bit of irritation to it, something that Mary seemed to pick up on.<br>"Look, if you want to come by the shop and stand around all day waiting for her then you can.&nbsp; I can only do what I can do, I have a business to run here."<br>"Right, right.&nbsp; I'm sorry, I guess I'm just anxious."<br><br>The two said there goodbyes, and Danny hung up the phone.<br><br>This was too much.&nbsp; It had barely been 12 hours since he had brought it to the store, and he was already starting to get about as impatient as he imagined he could be.&nbsp; If she didn't come soon, he was going to end up harassing the old woman until she refused to help him at all...<br><br>By god, she was going to pay the first night she went to bed with that Dream Catcher hanging above her bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 22:16:05</strong>
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				Emily spent the rest of that night alternating between cold showers and watching the night pass by watching corny television programs until the sun rose. Tina slept soundly despite the scare Emily had given her and she had survived the envious looks Emily had passed her when she slept peacefully though thankfully she did not snore at least. The looks became daggers when she had started muttering far to pleasantly about what Emily thought to be a sexual dream due tot he pleasured graons and she controlled the urge to pinch her friend awake. <br><br>Morning came and the pair set off for the second day of the BSSK event. Tina to repay for Emily's bad night bought her a extra strong coffee with caramel, she bought her some books and some candles that released various scents to try and soothe her mind and mood. By late afternoon they had searched every where and they made their way to the train station laden down with bags. Emily chocolate hair had been tied back into a plaitt and her green eyes looked shallow and heavy , dark lines etched into the skin beneath. <br><br>She held onto Tina gently as she half nodded off while walking. Tina stopped suddenly and slapped her head almost knocking herself backwards in the process.<br><br>"I forgot to get you a dream catcher!"<br><br>Emily yawned while she laid her head down on Tina's shoulder.<br><br>"What's a dream catcher?"<br><br>She asked only truly half listening as she fought the desire to make a bed on the pavement they were walking along.<br><br>"What is a dream catcher?"<br><br>Tina asked so wildly and confounded as if Emily had asked what colour the sky was. <br><br>"Were you not paying attention in the last seminar?"<br><br>"I was at that point trying to convince myself that the shadows I saw moving we just more nightmares."<br><br>"You certainly have to sleep, you are beginning to hallucinate. Any way a dream catcher is a instrument formed by a willow hoop. and string entwined around it and then decorated in personal items, there is meant to be a center hole that allows good dreams to pass through it and then the bad dreams are caught in the net and are burned in the light of day. The good dreams slip along the feathers and into the head of the dreamer."<br><br>"And you think that shall help me any differently to this lot how..?And besides we are nearly at the station, we are not going back now. It shall have to wait until next year."<br><br>Tina frowned slightly but internally agreed that going back now was useless and likely all the good items would be gone so the pair continued on at a slow pace until a store came into sight. Her gaze fell on the large dream catcher in the window and she practically dragged Emily into the store before Emily fully knew what was going on or why.<br><br>"Her eyes opened finally and took in the musty room. Ornaments scared and delighted her but her enthusiam was drained by the need to keep her body on basic functions.<br><br>"What have you seen now....?"<br><br>"This."<br><br>Tina pointed to the beautiful dream catcher. Emily smiled slightly once she managed to force her eyes to avert there open enough to actually take in the sight.<br><br>"and that is a...?"<br><br>"Dream catcher silly, what did you think it was...?"<br><br>"Oddly a owl that was crying upwards..."<br><br>Tina frowned at her friend before walking up to the counter dragging Emily along behind her. Emily's gaze fell on the other dream catchers that were half the size and appeared to have been made in a factory where as the other looked to be hand done. It obviously was out of her price range as the others were marked for twenty five dollars a piece. <br><br>"Tina I doubt I could afford that any way look how much the others are..?"<br><br>Tina briefly glanced at the price tag of the dream catchers currently close to them and decided perhaps one of them would work just as well. <br><br>"Could I have one of those dream catchers please."<br><br>She indicated one that appeared to be icy blue and had a single feather handing at the string tips. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 23:20:00</strong>
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				He slept like a drunk.&nbsp; Meaning, he ended up falling asleep fully clothed on top of his sheets and didn't wake up, even when the sun came out, the next morning.&nbsp; But it was a welcomed reprieve of the torture he'd went through the day before waiting.&nbsp; Dreamless, beautiful sleep...That was something that he hoped would change soon.<br><br>His phone began to vibrate on the table beside his bed.&nbsp; The buzzing took a while to finally wake him, and he was about to simply ignore it and continue sleeping...Until his mind remembered what he had been waiting for, and he jumped up so fast it left his head spinning.&nbsp; He moved to the edge of the bed and reached for the phone, eagerly looking down at the screen.<br><br>"You...fucking idiot." It was just one of his friends, probably asking if he wanted to go out tonight.&nbsp; He clicked the ignore button and shook his head.&nbsp; Within seconds of waking, that fucking anxiety was back.<br><br>Danny took to his feet and went straight for the coffee maker, filling up the filter and turning on the drip.&nbsp; At least he wasn't that badly hung over.<br><br>-----------------------------------<br><br>Mary had opened early that morning.&nbsp; She knew that one of the Seminars in town was letting out that morning, and she figured that she may be able to catch a few of them walking towards the Train Station.&nbsp; The early bird, no?&nbsp; The old woman walked down the stairs of her apartment which rested over the store, using her foot to push the door open as she made her way behind the counter.<br><br>She had made herself a cup of tea to try and wake her up, but it was still far too hot to drink.&nbsp; She turned on the lights and the cash register, and flipped the sign from Closed to Open.<br><br>Her guess was right.&nbsp; People came in readily, buying last minute souvenirs for family members.&nbsp; Within two hours, she had already done what she normally did in an entire day.&nbsp; In the excitement of one of her best mornings ever, she had completely forgot about the task she had been given by Danny.<br><br>That was, until the girl walked in.&nbsp; Her eyes shot open as she rushed towards the register and picked up the cell phone her Daughter had purchased for her.&nbsp; She had chastised her for getting her one with a camera, because she swore she'd never use it.&nbsp; She'd have to think her later.<br><br>The old woman managed to capture a picture of the girl in the guide of sending a text message, and she immediately sent it to Danny.<br><br>--------------------<br><br>The coffee pot was pulled from it's heated base and poured into one of the cheap plastic mugs he had stolen from the local diner.&nbsp; He planned on going into town for breakfast after a quick shower, try and keep his mind off of the obvious.&nbsp; His phone vibrated again.<br><br>"God damnit, Peter, I don't want to fucking deal with you right now." He cursed as he walked to the kitchen table and picked up the cell phone, flipping it open without bothering to look at who it was.&nbsp; He was about to bring it to his ear to speak when the image popped up on the screen.<br><br>It was her.<br><br>He damn near dropped the cup of coffee when he saw her image, but somehow managed to get it to the table without spilling a drop.&nbsp; His eyes remained transfixed upon that screen, upon that face...She was more beautiful than he ever remembered.&nbsp; A few seconds of awe, and he remembered why he had been sent the god damned message in the first place.<br><br>His fingers shot across the pad like lightning as he answered the simple question. "Her?"<br><br>"That's her.&nbsp; Don't let her leave without it.&nbsp; Give her the damned thing if you must, I'll pay you for it."<br><br>------------------------------<br><br>"Oh, Hello sweetheart!" Mary sang towards the pair of girls, Emily and Tina.&nbsp; She'd seemed lackluster at best with the other guest, yet with these two...She appeared as though she had never been happier to help a customer before.&nbsp; What was taking Danny so long?<br><br>"That one there?" Mary pointed towards the dream catcher that had been indicated, her hand moved towards her chin as she seemed to think about Emilys decision.&nbsp; Nothing more than a way to buy time.&nbsp; Then, the cell phone vibrated on the counter beside her.<br><br>"Excuse me for a moment, ladies." Mary said as she picked up the cell phone and read the message.&nbsp; Once again, her face lit up.&nbsp; She closed the cell phone and looked back towards the two girls, leaning over the counter so that she was close enough to speak for only the two to hear.<br><br>"In our Tribe, we have a long heritage of making the finest Dream Catchers in the world.&nbsp; Every now and then, one of the creators makes something special, for a special person..." Mary spoke with such conviction, such utter belief in what she was saying that it was hard not to believe it to.&nbsp; She didn't wait for the girls to respond, she just turned towards the window, crawled up the stool, and took the Dream Catcher from it's holder.&nbsp; <br><br>The Dream Catcher was laid out upon the counter directly in front of Emily.&nbsp; Her smile returned, she looked and felt...Accomplished, like she had just done something so righteous that she could now get away with murder.<br><br>She had <strong>no</strong> idea the fate she was putting on this girl.<br><br>"I think that this one is for you.&nbsp; Don't worry about the price, sweetie, give me whatever you can afford and we will call it even." <br><br>---------------------------<br><br>Danny collapsed into the kitchen chair.&nbsp; His cell phone was still open in front of him, that picture sitting on the screen.&nbsp; He just looked at it, for what seemed like hours.<br><br>It was done.&nbsp; She was his now.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>((OOC note: Sorry for the format of this post, for the most part from this point forward&nbsp; it will be a more typical style of roleplay.&nbsp; Once the dreams begin to occur, and the two begin to interact.&nbsp; I look forward to it :)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 00:28:21</strong>
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				Tina watched the shop keeper quietly a moment as she had to step away a minute and then returned looking far chirpier than she had only moments before but perhaps Tina was simply suffering through Emily. She nudged Emily awake as the shop keeper walked towards the door and picked up the hand crafted dream catcher. Emily who normally would at least be intrigued by the history of this shop and it's collections..or at least some of them but today she simply wished to leave, get on the train and collapse into her bed.<br><br>She lifted a hand and yawned just I'm time as her hand sealed over her mouth and she watched the woman move eagerly and determinedly towards them. She looked down and the delicate dream catcher and shook her head slightly back to the woman.<br><br>"I'm sorry but I simply could not afford that item...I could get one of those other ones..after all is there any difference between them in the long run? Would they not both do the same task and if they can keep the nightmares away then I at this rate would not care if it was made from rat tails and wire...."<br><br>She stifled a second rapidly descending yawn and gently began to push the dream catcher back across the counter. Tina nudged her aside with her elbow and shook her head firmly.<br><br>"You shall have to ignore my friend, she has not slept properly for over two months now and is not quite feeling herself. I shall if you are willing pay thirty dollars for the hand crafted dream catcher. I would normally have paid moire but been busy at the BSSK event just up the road and we are going to be late to catch our train if we do not settle this matter quickly. "<br><br>Now that Emily was out of the picture and seemed to be nodding off at the counter Tina reached into her purse and took out four ten dollar notes of her purse and slid it across the counter as discreetly as possible. Her right eye narrowing in a discreet wink and tapped the feathers of the dream catcher lightly before turning to Emily.<br><br>"Just remember when you have your first good nights sleep who you have to thank for it."<br><br>Tina watched as the woman smiled in a conspiratorial manner even if the pair thought they understood each other , they had very different reasons for their joy and yet both were unaware of what they were about to have Emily face next. Tina passed the carefully packed and wrapped decoration. She was not sure it actually worked as those that made them believed but perhaps just the appearance of a shield would be enough to allow Emily normal dreams or at least dream less dreams.<br><br>Tina nodded to the woman before practically spreading the ready to argue Emily out of the shop, they made their way to the train station and only just got there in time. The pair took up four seats between them, their luggage and their shopping. The dream catcher took pride of place on the train table that swayed from side to side as the train made it's way along the track.<br><br>"Try and sleep darling. I shall wake you before we reach our stop and then I shall take you home and put you to bed."<br><br>Emily did not argue Tina's words and she would replace the money it had cost Tina to buy her the damn thing as she settled down on the chair and leaned into Tina's shoulder once more. She finally managed to close her eyes properly when she heard the dim sound of a lawn mower cutting grass. She sat up and found herself in a small garden, despite the fact that it appeared to be the middle of the night the lawn mower continued to buzz loudly in her ears. She wore a odd set of clothing that reminded her of the dream catcher. A Twain owls feather rested between her breasts, hung along a thin clear wire, three blood rubies hung on either side of the feather. She could feel cold , wet grass against her feet and the cool air touched her legs up til her thighs where a train brown leather skirt came along her form. Her upper body was protected by a light colour sleeves less heavy fabric she did not recognise. <br><br>Around her tree branches were swaying in the breeze as she tried to find where the lawn mower was to shut it off. As she walked around the broad tree trunks she saw them starting to move. She began to run, but just as her feet began to move with speed she felt heavy vines reach down and started to wrap themselves around her wrists and ankles, they pulled her up into the confines of the tree and pulled her in opposite directions. She began to struggle and screamed but no one could hear her. The lawn mower noise started to come closer though she could see no sigh of movements. She thought for a moment she saw a mans shadow pass amongst the branches and though she screamed for help the shadow faded while pain began to slice along her limbs as if she was about to tear into four.<br><br>The feather turned into a claw and began to dig painfully in to breast bone causing her scream s the blood began to trickle along her skin. <br><br>She tore herself from the dream and practically knocked herself out again as she banged her head on the luggage department above her head.<br><br>"God..damnit!"<br><br>She yelped as she lifted her hands up to cover where she struck her head. Tina placed her hands gently on Emily and pulled her back on onto the chair.<br><br>"Well at least you did not wake everyone up this time Em...are you OK?"<br><br>"I shall be fine...once I get home I am sure."<br>Tina nodded her head slightly gently.<br><br>"Well you timed it perfectly to wake up we are just pulling into the station now."<br><br>Emily gritted her teeth against each other while trying to ease the pain striking her brain.<br><br>"Wonderful."<br><br>She muttered sarcastically but felt some relief as the train came to a stand still and the pair got off last. They walked to Tina's car and with no talking Tina drove Emily home. She watched silently as Emily unpacked everything and wished her a good night and perhaps that it would be best if Emily simply tried everything in one go rather than progress. Emily wished Tina and good night sleep and genuinely meant it but hoped that she would also get the same. She moved up the stairs and into her small apartment placing everything she had bought on the bed once her front door had been closed and locked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 02:19:44</strong>
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				The scene around her may not have been much different than the nightmares she had been having for so many weeks.&nbsp; She was in a dark hallway, the old burned down candles on the wall were flickering as the last drops of wax began to burn away.&nbsp; The light seemed to be fading second by second, but other than the occasional falling of a bead of wax to the floor, it was absolutely silent.&nbsp; She was dressed in the nightgown that she had fallen asleep in, a cream colored silk number that went to her mid thigh and did very little to help from the chill of the hallway.&nbsp; The air was still though, and there was the underlying feeling that she was somewhere beneath the ground.<br><br>She would hear it first, the howl of wind.&nbsp; It would sweep across her feet, up her legs as her dress would flutter from underneath and threaten to raise above her hips if she did not try to hold it down.&nbsp; The sound settled, the breeze seemed to cut off.&nbsp; Then it roared back to life, this time with twice the ferocity.&nbsp; <br><br>She would see it before she felt it this time.&nbsp; See it, in the way that from the furthest candle on the other end of the hall on down, the flames began to blow out.&nbsp; Bit by bit, she was being consumed by darkness.&nbsp; The wall of air hit her, and she was left in utter darkness.<br><br>She would not have time to react to the sudden blackness.&nbsp; The moment that she was consumed by it, she would feel the tight clamping of a hand over her mouth and another around her waist.&nbsp; It seemed almost super natural, how quickly she was carried backwards down that hall by a force which seemed as fluid as the wind itself.&nbsp; She would hear a door open and close, and feel her body being lifted from the ground by arms which seemed to treat her body as though it were simply a doll being tossed around as the owner so pleased.<br><br>Her back met cold steel, her arms were placed above her head and chains were wrapped around each wrist, tightened down until she was inable to move them more than a couple of inches.&nbsp; Next, her legs, as his hands found each ankle and chained them just as he had her hands.&nbsp; Those hands she felt, they were massive…Each seemed twice the size of her own, and they had an iron strength to them that left her incapable of stopping him.&nbsp; The cold steel, the silk dress, she would quickly be enveloped in chills.&nbsp; Then nothing.&nbsp; Darkness, silence other than the girls shifting.<br><br>He left her there, absolutely alone to the best of her knowledge, for a few minutes.&nbsp; This was his world, this was his dream.&nbsp; She was simply a part of it.&nbsp; He could still see her as though the room was brightly lit.&nbsp; He could watch as the fear gripped her.&nbsp; It made his mouth water, his lust build.&nbsp; She would hear the snapping of fingers, and all at once the circular room was lit by candlelight.<br><br>He stood over her beside the table.&nbsp; He was a rather large man, standing six foot four.&nbsp; Broad shoulders, strong features, and an undeniable Native American heritage.&nbsp; He stood silent as he looked down to the woman, the picture of beauty in his eyes.<br><br>“Hello, Emily.&nbsp; I have been waiting for you.” He spoke as though he had known her…She had never seen him before, but it became perfectly clear with that statement that he knew exactly who she was.<br><br>The room around her…It looked like the type of thing you would find in a Medieval torture chamber.&nbsp; There were chains hanging from the walls, the ceiling.&nbsp; There were tools and objects scattered about which looked like their only purpose was to bring pain.&nbsp; A wall which held an assortment of whips that would make a Dominatrix jealous.&nbsp; Tables, though she couldn’t see them, full of toys and perverse objects which only had one purpose.&nbsp; And closest to her, a surgical steel metal table that held what she would come to know this evening.<br><br>“I want you to fight.&nbsp; But right now, the best thing you could possibly do is lay entirely still, unless you would rather find yourself sliced open like a fish.” She would understand why as his hand lifted to the table, and a medical scalpel was taken in hand as he stepped to the table.&nbsp; His hand found the center of her ribs as he pushed her body down and placed the razor blade tip against her shoulder.&nbsp; She would feel the prickle as the silk was cut like butter, and a few layers of skin with it.&nbsp; It may sting, but no more than a thin layer of blood would come from it.&nbsp; The blade ran along her body, delicately cutting away the dress that she wore.&nbsp; He left the scalpel between her thighs, and began the slow process of removing the clothing that he had cut.<br><br>“The nightmares will stop.&nbsp; That is, if you do not consider the things I plan to do to you a nightmare.&nbsp; Instead of fear, instead of waking up in a cold sweat and panic…You will feel pleasure, pain, ecstasy.&nbsp; Lust like you have never known.&nbsp; You will wake up, with a mess between your thighs and the need to fuck yourself relentlessly before you get out of bed.&nbsp; You will desire sleep.&nbsp; You will want me every second you can have me.” His words finished as the last of the dress was pushed to the side, and she was left in nothing more than the panties she wore beneath.&nbsp; <br><br>She would feel his cold hand upon her naval, it began to slip downwards.&nbsp; Beneath her panties, the horribly slow movements bringing him towards the womans cunt.&nbsp; He leaned down, his nose brushing along her ear before his lips would touch at her earlobe.&nbsp; He would speak, and his voice was full of malice.<br><br>“But tonight, you will just hurt.” His fingers shot downwards, as they greedily took her cunt until she felt the crashing of his knuckles against her honey laden folds; two fingers to start, with an aggression that was simply buildling.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 13:14:44</strong>
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				Emily could not understand where she had gone wrong. Once she had settled everything on to the bed and had kicked off her shoes she had started to empty the bags contents. The bath oils had been relocated to the bathroom. The candles were dotted about her bedroom cupboards. The negative absorbing crystals had been placed on the window sill as suggested by the lady who had sold them to her. The leather bound journal and pen had been placed at her bed side table.&nbsp; The music disc had gone next to her small CD player and she had started on fixing tea. A simple chicken salad and cheese cake for dessert. <br><br>She waited as long as she could before having a hot bath and poured a few drops of each soothing oil into the water. The heat drained her rapidly and already tired form and she was only in there for twenty minutes , washing herself down and spreading the lavender and jasmine mix across her skin.<br><br>She dried herself off gently before pulling on the simple nightie and turning on some of the soothing music. She settled onto her bed having ignored two bags still on it and picked up the journal besides her bed. She wrote in it little details of her day and how she wished to spend the night...sleeping soundly..peacefully..without fear or terror. <br><br>Once she had wrote enough down that her hand was starting to cramp she set her alarms clock and accidentally kicked off the last remaining bags. Inside were the lavender bag and the dream catcher. She rose to her feet and picked them both up gently. The lavender bag was placed under her pillow and the dream catcher she held gently in her hand for several minutes as she looked for a place to put it. A small picture hung above her bed and she decided she would use that hook for the dream catcher. Taking the picture down which was a simple one oddly of the moon and stars. It got gently placed under the bed and the dream catcher in it's place. She made a mental note to bring the hook higher in the morning for the feathers reached down enough that it went gently past the bed head. <br><br>She shuddered slightly as if feeling a breeze but climbed into bed and listened to the music faintly trying to relax properly, talking herself she would dream nice dreams. As her eyes started to close she was quite certain she saw the shadows in her room move themselves and simply placed it down to those hallucinations again. Just as her eyes closed finally she made the briefest note that the dream catcher had spun yet with no breeze or drought was in the bedroom.....soon that would be her last concern.<br><br>She had hoped..for no dreams and now she appeared to be in the worst nightmare of all. <br><br>When she found herself in the darkened corridor she almost rolled her eyes and wondered why she could not imagine anything else, puzzled why it was always darkness that wrapped around her. At first her arms had been wrapped around her waist trying to keep herself warm until she felt the first gust of wind and she had to bring her arms down to keep the light robe covering up her form. <br><br>Her gaze focused on the long away candle and she attempted to move in that direction when she felt the second larger gust and saw the candle go out. She inhaled sharply and then tried to exhale when she felt the clamp like limb seal her mouth off from the air. She tried to get her body to move, tried to force the hand off of her but seemed to be struggling against the walls that were wrapped around her.<br><br>She screamed into the hand and tried to bite down but only just managed to be able to bare her teeth as she suddenly felt the cold ground being removed from her feet and the air seemed to sucker onto her skin before what ever remaining body heat she had left was drained away by the cold metal she felt herself being placed upon. The hand finally moving away enabled her to scream but no sound came out as it stolen by the chill then she felt nothing, heard nothing. Her body was trembling as she waited for something to happen..something just scary enough to wake her up. To cause her to stir in the conscious world. She could not tell how long passed as she tried to work herself up enough to wake her up but her eyes closed when the light suddenly filled the darkness. Her eyes not seeing him for a few seconds until she felt she could open them without being blinded by pain. <br><br>When her gaze fell on the man at last her mouth dropped open, her hair rising along her arms and legs. Her own imagination had convinced her to expect a demon, or vampire something unnatural and yet by the table stood a man...just a normal looking man. He would of been considered attractive if met in the conscious world and was not looking at her as if she was some kind of toy. <br><br>Her green eyes darkened in color becoming a mossy green as he spoke down to her as if this was a every day greeting in a cafe and she had been running late.<br><br>"How...do you.."<br><br>She managed to state clearly until the rooms decorations caught her attention and made her seemingly shrink in size. Her eyes closing as she tried to wake herself up, she knew this was a dream, she knew she was in her bed at home and yet no matter how hard she was trying she felt some how stuck in this room with this maniac. <br><br>She listened to him as if she had become frozen, like a deer caught in head lights as if her body was shutting down and she was only able to run the basic functions such as breathing and keeping her heart beating until she heard he wanted her to fight.This made no sense to her and she had trouble a moment understanding his meaning. The rest of that speech she heard and he had no struggle from her as she could only watch when she could the steel blade slice through the soft fabric, wincing slightly as the tip of the blade caught her skin and reminded her of the dream on the train. <br><br>Her body felt frozen as he started to push away her nightie along her sides and continued to speak down to her. She began to shake her head furiously at him as life seemed to have been breathed back into her again. Her eyes turning brighter and began to shimmer light emeralds.<br><br>"This is just a dream..and I am going to wake up..tomorrow shall be another night mare..you are just a line of many, nothing to...."<br><br>Her voice came to a still as she felt his hand gently fall against her naval, almost burning her as his skin felt hot in comparison to her chilled frame.<br><br>"worry about..you can't really..."<br><br>The next planned word left her mind and became unspoken as with speed that equaled to a snake his hands were down between her legs and he forced his fingers into her, feeling like she was being forced about by a hot poker. Her back arched as she tilted her head back to look away from him. She needed to wake up....<br><br>She felt the first scream bubbling up...<br><br>"Why...how....I don't...even know....you..."<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 13:46:03</strong>
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				The fear in her eyes may as well have been a delicacy to him.&nbsp; He would eat up every passing second of it.&nbsp; Every moment where she looked as though she would do anything to be anywhere else; but instead she was trapped in this dream world with him until he dictated otherwise.&nbsp; He could have her for as long as he wanted, days or weeks on end, and she would wake up when her alarm clock went off in eight hours no matter what.&nbsp; She was his when she was in this world, and the thought that he now owned this part of her…It was well worth the work he put into making that Dream Catcher, and the hell it had been waiting for her to finally pick it up.<br><br>Her words went unanswered as his fingers worked her cunt, his knuckles digging into her tight entrance as every single thrust of his fingers would bring a cruel mix of pain and pleasure to her.&nbsp; He smiled, a simple smile that could have been fit on a Mother watching a Child do homework.&nbsp; It was as though this were nothing more than a passing occasion, as opposed to a rape in the cruelest sense.<br><br>His fingers shot out of her as quickly as they had entered and that hand found her lips, the two honey laden fingers pressing into her mouth as he would force her to ingest her own fluids, his fingers greedily pushing around her tongue and cheeks as every inch of it was covered in her own lust.<br><br>“You will learn to love me, little girl.” <br><br>His hand came out of her mouth and the backside of it struck her cheek until she was facing the opposite way, the red fingermarks appearing the instant they were lain.&nbsp; He began to walk away from her then, speaking with every footstep.<br><br>“Have you ever been fucked?&nbsp; Or more importantly, have you ever felt your toes curl as the pain you received drove you to orgasm?&nbsp; Whether you are a Masochist when your eyes are open is pointless, because in my world you will be.” Even though he walked away from her, his words seemed to be at an equal volume no matter how far he went.&nbsp; The wall with the assorted whips, he took down a simple black leather flog before returning to the side of her bed.<br><br>“Arch your hips like a good girl, and take the abuse.” The leather straps came down hard, striking her pelvis and the upper most regions of her pussy.&nbsp; It lifted up, and lowered once again, a few inches higher as he aimed to hit every inch of her torso until she gave him her answers, wether they be in screams or in muted words as she attempted to hide from the pain.<br><br>The flog inched up her body until her breast were the next on the agenda.&nbsp; He smiled to her once again, if she cared to look she would be able to see that he was beginning to grow hard beneath the thin cotton pants.&nbsp; He hit her right breast then, the flog striking from her collar bone to her nipple.&nbsp; Then the other, before he finally was satisfied with the red, welted body that lay beside him.&nbsp; The flog was set upon a rack beneath her table, and his palm began to press into the welts upon her naval and push upwards, every movement bringing pain to the already swollen skin.<br><br>“Would you like more, Emily?&nbsp; Or would you prefer I switch instruments, and give you a new sensation of pain and pleasure?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 14:31:57</strong>
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				She shook her head from side to side and closed her eyes until they were screwed up tightly as she attempted to shake herself awake from this nightmare. It was quickly progressing to being her worst so far but she was left with the knowledge that tomorrow would be a different one. She felt herself being stretched by his fingers as he practically speared the tips into her. She cried out as she tried to pull her hands or legs free from the metal holds around each limb.<br><br>"Why..do you..want...to hurt me...?"<br><br>She felt like crying and her eyes burned with the desire to do so but she held back the salty liquid and could only sigh with relief as his fingers finally pulled away from her and her body sagged with relief against the metal table almost thankful for it's cold administrations to her burning back.&nbsp; Her legs trembled and started to rattle against the metal as she felt him force her mouth open and killed any more questions or words for now. She could taste herself on him, feel how moist his fingers were and tried to hide behind any denial she could find. She had not enjoyed that she simply burned due to the cold. She gasped for air as he turned and walked away from her as she silently pleaded for her consciousness to wake up.<br><br>"Please let me go...what have I done..to upset you..so much..."<br><br>His next few words almost caused her to laugh as a small smile touched her lips and fire came back into her eyes.<br><br>"I could never love someone like you, no one could love a beast like you."<br><br>As the hand struck her skin she yelped quietly but at the moment his actions seemed to be fueling her anger rather than her fear while she tried to pull herself free so that she could hit him in return.<br><br>She was not sure whether her words had caught him on a painful blow and this was how he was going to repay her or simply that no matter what would of been said that this would of been his act anyway.&nbsp; She licked her lips as her gaze fell on the flogger and she winced <br><br>His questions asked suddenly appeared to sink in but her anger rose rather than common sense.<br><br>"I am sure you can know already whether I have been fucked or...."<br><br>As the first lash of the flog struck her skin she unwillingly and unwittingly did as he ordered by natural reactions. Her hips rising from the table, lifting up her rear and her back so that her weight was placed upon her head and feet, almost digging into the metal grounding. <br><br>"NOT...."<br><br>She half yelled at him and half screamed as the flog came down against her skin repeatedly causing it to burn, reminding her of the time she caught herself on sand paper but it was very worse than then. She could feel her skin rise and burn as she tried to free herself but only brought pain and bruises along her wrists and ankles. She ignored the inner burning that was growing as the flogger rose along her body until she felt she must of been redder than a beetroot, for a moment she was thankful this was a dream she would wake up up in bed and without a mark on her. This was just a dream she tried to convince herself of. <br><br>"I hate you..."<br><br>She managed to mutter as she let out a held breath when she heard a faint rattle from beneath her and then felt his cool hand. It felt cold now in comparison to earlier and though he squeezed and pushed it brought a odd element of calm to her skin, making her almost thankful as her body sagged onto the metal plate beneath her.<br><br>"I..just want you to go away now..please...and leave me alone..."<br><br>Her gaze turned to him and along his form , she noticed at the last minute that his arousal was showing and wondered how any one could get off on someone elses pain.<br><br>"Go find another girl to torment."<br><br>Her eyes were bright even though her voice sounded slightly tired, her hair was becoming tangled in knots as she tried to gain freedom and shook her head but her form had ceased trembling and even stopped moving all together worried that any move at all would trigger him to strike her again.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 15:39:08</strong>
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				“I hate you.”&nbsp; The three words had never meant so much to him.&nbsp; He wanted that hatred.&nbsp; He wanted to look in her eyes and see loathing, just as much as he wanted anger and fear and lust.&nbsp; He wanted to watch the girl turn, turn from a unwilling captive to a begging, pleading whore.&nbsp; She seemed to calm as his hand rode up her skin, this made absolutely no sense to him…But she was still new, he still needed to learn the ins and outs of the girl before she would make anymore sense to him than he did to her.<br><br>She spoke once again, and he was quick to rebuttal. “I found you, and now you are mine until I grow bored.”<br><br>He didn’t strike her again, not yet at least.&nbsp; Instead he lowered his hand from her body back between her legs.&nbsp; He didn’t touch her cunt this time, instead his fingers ran along the curve of her ass as he collected the fluids which had leaked out of her.&nbsp; He knew the second that she had raised her hips that his plan had worked, that no matter how long she denied it to herself she was enjoying this.&nbsp; Or maybe she wasn’t, and she was simply the type to get wet over nothing…He doubted that.<br><br>He lifted his fingers, letting her see the collection of moisture that he collected.&nbsp; He held it a few inches above her lips, it slowly began to slip down his fingers until it built into a droplet, which eventually fell to land upon her lips. “It’s odd, that you speak with such malice.&nbsp; I didn’t even need to give you any form of sexual attention, just beat you until you were swollen, and you are already forming a puddle on the table beneath you.” The hand that had collected her fluid moved back to her pelvis, he pressed her body down.&nbsp; She would feel it then, if she hadn’t already, the growing collection of her own lust beneath her.<br><br>His back turned to her then as he looked down towards his table of tools, his hand lifting to finger at each one as he contemplated. “What ever should I do with you next.” She would hear the pinging of steel on steel as he made his decision. “Ahhh, yes.&nbsp; You see, my whore, these dreams do not end when you go to sleep.&nbsp; Every time you go back to bed, you will wake up in my world.&nbsp; You will have the same injuries, the same scars, the same memories of what happened.&nbsp; It will be one never ending event, where I can keep you until I kill you.” He turned around then and stepped towards the table, giving her plenty of time to see what he had decided upon.&nbsp; There was a large piercing needle in his hands, as well as two hoop rings to go along with it.&nbsp; He held them up for her to see, then set them down upon her navel. “Hell, I could even kill you if I liked, because the next time you went back to bed you’d be living again.&nbsp; But I won’t, I grow rather bored of snuff.”<br><br>It was frightening the way he spoke to her.&nbsp; Such deranged things he said to her, and he spoke them with such a calm and easiness.&nbsp; Even his movements seemed without any rush.&nbsp; His hand lifted as he took her right breast into his hand.&nbsp; Her nipple was slightly swollen from the flogging, but this would simply make it easier for him.&nbsp; His thumb and index finger began to pinch her nipple, until it grew to a level of erectness he was satisfied with. “You see, you are going to be something like a pet for me.” He pinched her nipple once more, a finger upon it’s top and bottom, holding it in place.&nbsp; His free hand took up the needle, and without so much as a warning he slipped it through the tender flesh, and followed it with the first hoop.&nbsp; The ball baring was twisted into place, and he flicked it so that it shot upwards and dug into the fresh wound. “You’ll need a leash.” He did the same thing with the opposite nipple, and then set the piercing needle upon her stomach.&nbsp; He smiled with his work, and returned his attention to her. “I could put one around your neck, but I would prefer putting it on these.&nbsp; That way you would be hard pressed to try and pull away from me, unless you wanted them ripped out of your nipples.”&nbsp; <br><br>He found her right nipple again, it would still be sore and incredibly painful from the piercing.&nbsp; He pinched it, just wanting to see her jolt in pain. “These are going to hurt like a bitch for tonight, but when you go to bed tomorrow, they will be healed and ready for me to use.”<br><br>He paused for a moment.<br><br>“Lie to me, and tell me that your body isn’t aching with desire.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 23:44:03</strong>
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				She could not understand why the words seemed to make him happy but then she did not know him, know his name or his age and could not expect to understand why such words seemed to make him grin. <br><br>"Well at least I have that too look forward to...you getting bored...."<br><br>She retorted back sharply as she rested her head back against the cold steel and closed her eyes briefly as he seemed at the moment hesitant to harm her. She looked up to him again only when she felt his hand began to move again and automatically , instinctively she attempted to close her legs to prevent him from actually doing anything to her but the metal straps kept her legs wide open for him to do anything he wished to her. She could not prevent the sigh of relief that escaped her when the fingers did not move to her still throbbing sex but down further , oddly gentle which surprised her again until she saw him bring his finger up above her mouth and in the candle light she could see how slick it was with her moisture. <br><br>"Obviously I simply get wet at anything then."<br><br>She retorted as she attempted to strike a nerve as the droplet of moisture struck her drying lips. She did not lick at it or turn her head but simply dried to allow it to dry on her skin rather than wish to taste it. She had spoken her first lie to him by saying her body got wet over anything, though she had , had sex before she had enjoyed it to some degree but there had always been something she felt it lacked. Her eyes narrowed in disgust as she felt the warm liquid spread along the curve of her ass cheeks when he pressed her body back down against the bed beneath her and she made a odd guttural sound of displeasure from the back of her throat.She had thought that it was something deep and meaningful such as love and she was not going to give up on that because she did not wish to see how her body reacted. Instead she wished to wipe that cocky attitude from him and pretend that she did not like what he did. She had not lied about hating him, that had been the truth. <br><br>She felt trapped and she felt violated all because of him, even if this was within her own mind suddenly she found a new focus for her nightmares, a new source and even though she knew it was not him that had brought her nightmares upon her he would be from now on. <br><br>She settled back into the metal plate beneath her again and frowned as he spoke to her as if he was discussing the weather, or what they were about to have for tea. The voice was far too calm, too collected, as if he could be reasoned with, as if he was talking about anything else but hurting her until he killed her. <br><br>She thought she was going to faint at that point until she remembered she was actually asleep, this was all a dream and all she could do was wake up from it. Her ears heard the faint taps of metal against metal and frowned as he seemed torn by indecision and confusion and for a moment she wished he would hurry up and decide but as soon as she saw his final decision she greatly wished he had chosen something else or not made a decision at all. <br><br>Her body appeared to visibly wilt as the needle came into sight and her green eyes clouded with fear, they began to shimmer with tears and she tried not to cry right there in front of him.<br><br>"Please no...not that..no..please..I hate needles...."<br><br>Despite the fact she knew that the pleading was useless the fear of those metal urged to to give him anything he wished in return to put that down. She tried to move away from him, tried to slide to the other side of the bed beneath her but could only harm herself further as she did so. Her head began to shake as her lower lips began to move frantically but in silent no's as he grabbed her still semi erect nipple and brought it back to life as the needle drew closer.<br><br>She felt torn between turning her gaze away and staring at the needle, wishing to close her eyes and wake up in bed instead she let out a loud scream of agony as the needle broke through her skin, moved through inside of her and out side the pink flesh again. She started to rattle against the binds only when the needle was removed so that he did not accidentally harm her because of her own movements.&nbsp; She could feel something move inside the nipple and she realized that her head was tilted backwards so that she was looking at a wall behind her. She lowered her head in time to see him lock the piercing in place. Fire and ice coursed along the whole of her breast and down into her heart as tears began to fall freely down her cheeks, getting lost in her dark brown hair and beginning to pool on the surface below her. <br><br>"I am not your pet, I am not a dog nor cat...."<br><br>She whimpered almost pathetically as she felt him wrap his fingers around her other nipple and despite knowing what he was about to do next it still stirred to his touch stupidly despite how much she inwardly screamed at him.<br><br>"Why...why.....I am not a masochist..I hate pain..just let me go..I want to go back to my bed please..."<br><br>She did not scream this time as she clenched her hand tightly now ready for him when he began to insert the nipple through her other nipple, fire and ice made her wish to curl up and die but her eyes focused on the ceiling above her as she listened to him intently. Her body trembling in pain and fear that he would certainly kill her soon.<br><br>A final calming breath seemed to leave her when she felt the light and wet needle upon her skin, she looked down wondering how bloodied she would appear as he prattled on about how she would be ready tomorrow as he squeezed the freshly broken nipple. causing jer to jump upwards from head to foot and landing with a hollow thud and rumble of moving metal.<br><br>"I shall not be back tomorrow...I won't..."<br><br>Her voice cracked between tear moist lips before her head turned to the side and fell to him.<br><br>"My body is aching...aching with pain and not desire certainly not for you..."<br><br>She managed to spit out through thin and paled lips.<br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 00:11:08</strong>
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				The reactions she gave, he knew, were in an attempt to bring him down.&nbsp; To drop that lust that was building in him, to strike a nerve.&nbsp; But every one simply fueled him on.&nbsp; It was clear to him then that the girl had never dealt with a Sadist…Perhaps that was why she didn’t realize she was a masochist.&nbsp; Perhaps that was why she fought so hard against the lust that was building with in her.&nbsp; She didn’t want it to be true, because she had yet to realize that it was in the outside world.&nbsp; Fortunately for him, this was the only world that mattered right now.<br><br>He took a step back to observe his prey.&nbsp; The welts were beginning to turn pink, the swelling dissipating as her body began to recover from the flogging. “Yes, you are aching with pain.&nbsp; But that ache between your thighs, that has nothing to do with pain.&nbsp; I have yet to do anything to make that cunt hurt; so explain to yourself why its throbbing still.” He reached forward for the needle, taking the bloodied steal from her body and placing it back upon the table with the rest of the surgical steel.&nbsp; His next choice was simple, because he wanted the girl to have no choice other than to accept the wetness, accept the lust, and finally give in and beg.<br><br>He lifted a steel cylinder vibrator from the table and walked it over to her, holding it over her face as though she wouldn’t be able to see it from a distance. “I am guessing that when I put this inside of you, you will blame it for the lust, won’t you?” He turned his back to her now and stepped to the center of the table, his shoulders shrugging smugly as his fingers twisted the abrasive end of the vibrator, a gentle hum heard in the room. “As long as in the end, you beg for this person you hate.” <br><br>He moved one hand beneath her hips on the table, lifting her body in the air as he began to situate the vibrator.&nbsp; But her pussy was left untouched, instead he smeared the fluids which had dripped onto the table over the length of the vibrator, before the cold shaking tip was placed beneath the pucker of her asshole. “This’ll hurt, then I promise you’ll be shaking in pleasure.” All at once he dropped her hips, the vibrator impaling her ass it smacked against the table.&nbsp; The angle would leave it pointing upwards, pinned to the steel beneath her, leaving it pressing into the walls of her pussy and hitting her gspot inside of it.<br><br>“And go ahead and try to pull away from it, all it will do is thrust it in and out of you and make the ache worse.” He finally turned back to her now, stepping closer to the table as one of his hands began to free the binding of his pants.&nbsp; Once undone, he left them as such, figuring he would pose a question before moving on.<br><br>“If I am to release one of your hands so that you can stroke my cock, are you going to do something stupid and make me break every one of your pretty little fingers?&nbsp; Trust me, they are of no use to me now.&nbsp; I can easily wait the weeks it will take for them to heal.” <br><br>He wanted a taste of her.&nbsp; His hand moved between her legs, one of his fingers slipping into her cunt which was forced tight by the vibrator inside of her, he swabbed at her flooding moisture before his finger was taken out.&nbsp; He watched her watch him as he licked her lust from his finger, smiling almost sweetly down to her. “I can be kind, too.&nbsp; I can make you orgasm as much as I.&nbsp; All you have to do, is submit.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 00:49:48</strong>
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				She watched him as he watched her, her eyes wide and puffy now due to crying but she kept her gaze fixed on him, waiting for his next move. Waiting for the next words to leave his mouth to give her something to focus onto other than the pain that seemed to be swirling around in her very chest, making it hard to breathe as each breath seemed to being constricted by the twin blades wrapped around her upper body from the piercings. <br><br>She listened to him quietly but pulled away as he reached forward for the needle the look of genuine fear crossing her face before calming once he settled it down upon the medical table beside her. She closed her mouth tightly refusing to comment or answer any of his questions simply because she did not know how to answer, how to retort. She could argue each point he made but she felt he would simply twist the words or trip her bodies acts on her instead so she remained silent.<br><br>He seemed to be confused one minute from the next, asking her to fight and then beg, seeming to wish her to scream and be fearful then wishing her to submit to him rapidly. His desires and rapid twists were giving her a head ache and making her head spin. Her green gaze fell on his next toy and her eyes widened slightly. She gulped when she felt his hand under her body and pressed her upwards so that her head was pressed into the table and her knees were bent into the air.<br><br>"Why..do you...hate me..?"<br><br>She asked the question coming out from no where as she felt her body try and prepare itself for what was to come as the hum filled the air. She expected him to slip the metal between her legs and into her pussy but as he rammed it into her back passage, far too accurately for her liking she let out a scream as the thing appeared to have ripped her open from the inside out despite the lubrication upon it.&nbsp; She had to remind herself this was a dream and nothing more once more to try and given reason to the perfect strike to a body unknown. She collapsed back onto the metal and began to shuffle up and down as if attempting to scratch a unreachable itch. Her breathing coming out in little pants.<br><br>She felt the need to go to the bathroom but at the same time not as the vibration along and within her form caused her to shudder and tremble, it felt odd as the vibration itself seemed to be easing the ache along her insides quickly as her gaze fell back on him.<br><br>"I have begged you and yet...you ignore me because I am not begging for what you wish to hear."<br><br>She watched him as he faced her once more and she only just managed to keep looking at him rather than lower her gaze out of embarrassment. Her feet began to curl at the end of the bed and her body began to tremble from the legs down only. It was it if he ahd struck a pressure point within her and she could not switch it off. Her insides began to bubble like fizzy pop and she wished to switch it off. Her attention got drawn down between his legs and she stared at his shaft trying to form a sneer on his appearance hoping to cause him embarrassment at her seeming displeasure in hopes he would wilt beneath her. <br><br>He spoke again and she watched him puzzled amoment for his words seemed to indicate a matter she felt she should know but could not understand and she looked down to where his hand was moving between her legs, capturing the small element between her thighs to taste for himself.<br><br>"I am not going to do anything stupid...I am not a masochist..."<br><br>She felt the desire growing to kick her legs in frustration against the metal support but could not , as her pussy seemed to be throbbing between her legs and she whimpered quietly, her knees trying to move together as if that could help her. Pleasure bubbled up inside her, like a slow cooked broth, the true flavour taking time to reveal itself. <br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 01:57:17</strong>
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				His request for her changed on a whim for the simple fact, he still wasn’t sure what he wanted from her.&nbsp; He wanted her to writhe and fight beneath his touch, be he wanted that touch to secretely be desired.&nbsp; He wanted everything, he wanted everything too fast.&nbsp; He was an impatient bastard and until she learned to change herself to match his whims, well then she was going to know more pain than pleasure.<br><br>That did not mean that she would not still feel the throb of orgasms.&nbsp; No, she would feel that building of pressure until it exploded and left her toes curled, hips arched, begging for more even if she never said a fucking word.&nbsp; He had chosen his pet for superficial reasons, knowing that he could eventually bend her to her whim no matter what her personality ended up being.<br><br>Brainwash was a powerful thing; after so long undergoing the same treatment, hearing the same words over and over, you began to believe them.&nbsp; Even if you didn’t want to.<br><br>His eyes shifted back and forth between her body, seeming to take in every part of the beauty that lay there.&nbsp; The welts which were fading, the trickling of blood down her supple tits.&nbsp; Her cunt, still dripping as that vibrator pressed into it from her ass.&nbsp; Her legs which were now shaking; beautiful feet whos toes he wished to watch curl.&nbsp; <br><br>“I do not hate you.” He spoke quite simply before walking to the top of the table. “As a matter of fact, I think I am going to give you a chance to prove yourself.” Or to make a grave mistake, the choice was hers and he would find pleasure from anything she chose to do.&nbsp; The chains around her hands would clank back and forth before she felt them go limp on one wrist, then the next, before he slipped them off entirely.&nbsp; <br><br>“Put your hand between your legs, and fuck your clit.&nbsp; Use the other to take my cock out, and stroke me.” He walked back around the table until he was standing beside it, watching as the girl finally had some form of freedom.&nbsp; What was the worst she could do?&nbsp; If she fought to much, she’d end up falling off of it’s edges…Hanging by the ankles, which would likely break, and she had already told him she wasn’t a masochist.&nbsp; And as long as she believed that…no matter how false it was, she wasn’t about to undergo that sort of pain.<br><br>His hand moved beneath her hips again, they lifted a few inches into the air as her ass sat upon his forearm.&nbsp; His fingers took the base of the vibrator and began to slide it in and out of her ass.<br><br>“Be a good girl, I will let you cum, I will let you enjoy yourself…” Once again, a change of heart which seemed to come out of no where. <br><br>“Maybe it’s best, if you witness the things I can do to you…then wake up in your bed, so drawn in the lust that you come back tomorrow, and I can watch you crawl on your hands and knees.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 21:15:37</strong>
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				At first he appeared to have fallen silent and dumb struck. She could not tell whether he was merely contemplating his next move or if he simply realized what he was doing and regretted it. She was currently wondering why she was even trying to understand him at all. This was purely a dream, a very screwed up a nd violent dream but a dream none the less. Her only true concern at the moment was the fact that for some reason she could not actually wake herself up from it at all. She was mentally tiring herself out from the attempt to force herself conscious and she was beginning to worry that some how this had become real perhaps.&nbsp; Had she been drugged some how and kidnapped? <br><br>Her ideas started to fade when he finally started to speak again and her gaze came to rest on him once more as his eyes seemed to be devouring up her form despite the blood, rears and marks that were zig zagging over her flesh. He seemed to love seeing his marks on her and the thought of his anything made her shudder on the cold table with a grunt of anger.<br><br>"You have a odd way of showing you do not hate me, what would you do to a enemy if this is how you treat someone who has done you no wrong?"<br><br>She focused her mind on the question rather than the soothing and at the same time evocative feeling that was being caused by the toy that stuck out from between her cheeks, leaving her form at a awkward angle that kept her body open to him as he deemed to use as and when he wished until she could finally. escape.<br><br>When she felt the metal free around her wrists she had the urge to push herself off the bed but did not follow it once she realized her ankles were still bound in place leaving her having to lay there dumbstruck and her mouth open similarly to a gold fish as she tried to decide what she was actually going to do to him. Her fingers began to curl into the palm of her hand as she felt the desire to slap his face or wrench his shaft free from his body. <br><br>"You may not hate me but I do hate you and I am not going to crawl for you or to you, you sick bastard."<br><br>She spoke out loudly and with a large trace of venom before taking a calming breath and with one hand she reached toward him, her eyes closing so she could imagine it being any one else she was about to do this to. She imagined a boy from college she had grown to like instead of her dream like captor. Her hand wrapped around the waist band and pulled it down until she could feel the warm flesh of his shaft begin to lightly tap against the back of her hand.&nbsp; She felt oddly disgusted at herself for doing what he was wishing her to do but she hoped once he got what he wanted this crazy dream would end and she would go back to the land of the conscious. <br><br>Those strong feelings lasted until he started to move that damn toy back and forth between her legs, the tip catching on a highly sensitive spot that caused her to hiss between her teeth as she inwardly tried to convince herself to stop enjoying what was being done to her. She mentally yelled at her body to behave and yet it ignored her and she felt arousal building like a bottle of champagne. It fizzed under her skin and grew in her chest.<br><br>Her hand finally reached up and she grasped his shaft against the palm of her hand and wrapped her fingers around it. Her nails dug into the sensitive flesh briefly before she regained control of the anger that blazed in her chest at what she was about to do. In light fleeting movements, her hand began to move along his shaft while her eyes were squeezed closed trying to block as much detail out as possible, even though she could feel every bump and fine hair that was along his skin she placed another face there. A welcoming, pleasing face as her hand began to move faster.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 06:30:58</strong>
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				“If I hated you you would be dead already.” Was the only thing that he offered to her.&nbsp; It was said with a straight face, a serious monotone voice that made it come off as a threat more than anything else.<br><br>Her hand lifted and she began to lower his pants down his body.&nbsp; It came with a gentle sigh from him, as though that touch alone was enough to bring him pleasure.&nbsp; Perhaps it was; because he could tell by the look on her face and the tone of her words that she didn’t want to be doing this, yet she was.&nbsp; That obedience was what he strived for, at times it could bring him more satisfaction than the orgasm itself.&nbsp; An orgasm could be achieved by anyone, yet to make someone do what you wanted…That was something that took talent.&nbsp; Or at least, a sheer indifference to their desires and a cold hearted nature that let you force them into things they otherwise would never do.<br><br>As his hand worked that toy in and out of her ass, he felt her arousal drip from her cunt onto the toy itself.&nbsp; It made it easier for her, as the lubrication left the vibrator sliding in and out with a certain ease.&nbsp; It would only make it worse for her, her bodies need for that stimulation.&nbsp; <br><br>His pants finally found his thighs, and he shifted a bit so that they would fall to the floor.&nbsp; He kicked them beneath the table and looked down at her, muttering a “Good girl” as she began to work the length of his shaft.&nbsp; Her hand was soft, delicate after the initial placement of fingernails into the sensitive flesh.&nbsp; He wanted to punish her for that; but he knew that that would likely result in something worse, and a Man was always hard pressed to risk his cock when it was in the hands of a woman who wished it wasn’t.<br><br>Her eyes were pressed shut, he could only imagine that she was imagining this was someone else.&nbsp; He could not blame her, even for a second, yet it did not stop him from wanting her to look upon him.&nbsp; His free hand found that surgical table again, a scalpel was removed and the tip was placed upon the corner of her eyelid, it slid across the horribly sensitive flesh until it found the opposite corner, lifted, and did the same with the other.&nbsp; There was no blood drawn, simply the warning that came as much with the act as with the words.<br><br>“You will look at me, or I will cut your eyelids off.&nbsp; You will not get off easy, at least not in that sense.” The scalpel lifted now and found her collar bone, slices were placed beneath each as blood came to the surface.&nbsp; It was just enough to not require stitches; but also deep enough to ensure blood flow would be prevalent.&nbsp; The scalpel was set upon the table beside her, and his fingers began to dab at the trickling blood.&nbsp; He would cover her breast in it, paint the girl like some whorish photograph.&nbsp; Every stroke of his hand left his some part of it hitting her nipples, making the fresh piercing scream in pain as he gawked at the image.<br><br>“I’ve always loved a woman in red.” He had almost became inebriated with the acts of torture, until he felt her hand slicken along the head of his cock.&nbsp; A spike of pleasure radiated through his form and his eyes shut for a moment, a small grunt of pleasure coming from him before his hand vacated the toy in her ass.&nbsp; He pushed her hips down, so that the toy was lodged deeply inside of her.<br><br>“I can feel that your body desires to have more.&nbsp; Tell me, my bitch, are you ready to admit that you are nothing more than a whore who wants me to finish what I have started?&nbsp; Or are you going to continue to deny it, and just make me push you to a point where your mouth will say anything I want it to, just so that you can get the orgasm that your cunt so eagerly desires?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dream Catcher (Aviva and Cream) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 21:54:22</strong>
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				“If I hated you you would be dead already.”<br><br>The words and his voice caused her to shudder but other wise she remained still except for the movement of her hand along his shaft as he had ordered her to. The words themselves brought little comfort but at least there was some. Sadly it did not rule out the fact that he did not plan on killing her at some point. <br><br>Her eyes closed so that even though his voice had broken through her imaginary guest of this dream she thankfully managed to maintain the image within her mind by keeping him visually barred. The image helped moisten the toy as her juices started to trail faster along her thighs and added to the pool beneath her form atop the warming metal as her body heat started to rise.&nbsp; Her breathing became increasing erratic while her body shimmered in the little light in the room as the sweat began to appear along more of her form. Her feet began to kick slightly against the metal though barely made a noise with the lightness of the timid strikes. She could feel herself almost reaching the bridge into climaxing when she felt the cool metal against her sensitive eyelid and she almost jump but keeping her sight seemed to be a natural instinct as she curbed the idea as she felt the metal blade scrape thankfully harmlessly across her skin before departing. <br><br>“You will look at me, or I will cut your eyelids off.&nbsp; You will not get off easy, at least not in that sense.”<br><br>She groaned unhappily at his threat but dared not refuse him but it was a few seconds before her green eyes opened and they focused on him properly. Both slightly narrowed as she adjusted to the light and had to accept what truly lay at her side, in her hand and over her rather than her fellow student whom she wished she had instead. <br><br><br>"Fine."<br><br>She managed to scrape out of her unwilling throat and mouth as instantly her body started to chill once more. The mere sight of him enough to curb her sexual appetite a little but not completely as he seemed to increase the speed suddenly at the same time as the force. She saw his other hand move out of the corner of her eye but did not permit her gaze to leave his face though seconds later she wished she had when she felt the first of several light cuts decorate her skin, her heated blood pooling lightly along the surface of her new wounds as she hissed in between her teeth as heated stinging followed in it's wake.<br><br>She kept her head completely still seemingly frozen in place while his hand and fingers decorated her bare form in her own blood. She did not see what patterns he made if any along her skin but she knew that her body was becoming covered in her own blood, as he spread the body paint out further the color caught her eye as did that odd metallic scent which made her feel ill. <br><br>“I can feel that your body desires to have more.&nbsp; Tell me, my bitch, are you ready to admit that you are nothing more than a whore who wants me to finish what I have started?&nbsp; Or are you going to continue to deny it, and just make me push you to a point where your mouth will say anything I want it to, just so that you can get the orgasm that your cunt so eagerly desires?”<br><br>She desperately wished to argue her point on various comment he had made in his last tirade at her but she knew that for now she was in a useless and advantage less point and arguing could lead to further pain rather than pleasure and she had, had her fill of such for one night and what she hoped would be her only night. It did not help that now he had stopped sliding that ill placed vibrator her body felt the pain he had caused more keenly with little pleasure to distract it and her lower body cried for his non painful attentions to return. Her hips rising and falling ever so slightly as she tried to gain a little pleasure for herself uselessly. <br><br>"Yes I am."<br><br>She answered as evenly as she could without actually betraying where her answered laid.<br><br>&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br>
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