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Dreamin Part 3
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Dreamin Part 3 I shifted in my sleep, feeling the heat of the day bear down on my skin. I opened my eyes in wonder, still lost somewhere in the surreal world I had found myself in. The warm red sky beat down with a warmth that bore no sun. The multi-hued trees waved in a wind that seemd to ignore me. It niether caressed my skin nor cooled my flesh, still heated from the past nights submission. I blinked as I recalled the events and raised a hand to my neck. Fingers met cool metal as they explored the cold silver ring. I looked quickly around the clearing, what remained of my clothes lay in tatters on the trampled grass, and my katana leaned against a tree stump nearby. My champion was no where to be seen. This surreal dream world seemed warm and content, and even though I didn't know where my Master was, I had no worry that he was not nearby. I pulled myself to my feet and picked up my sword. I gazed down at the tattered clothing and left it on the ground, I would not need it here. There was no shame in my body, and the only protection from the elements I needed lay in the collar around my neck. I kept my sword and case in my hand as I followed the path of trodden grass away from the clearing. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of where the gold slaver's blood had scorched the earth. I shuddered visibly as I tried to force the look of twisted hatred on his face from my mind. Up ahead the path in the grass curved into the trees. But instead of making it harder for me to find, it made it simpler. Silver material, like paint and brushed by the trees, leaving their mark on the limbs and branches as it passed by. I followed my easy trail, it was leading me home. I knew in my heart that's where this path must take me. Soon a great river broke the horizon through the silver marked trees. I walked to the water's edge, across the rushing water I could see that the silver trail continued on the other side. I looked from side to side, there was no ferry, no bridge. The river had to be 50 feet across, but there was only one way across. To swim. I settled my katana across my back, it's strap crossing my chest as a seatbelt miht, crossing perfectly between my breasts. I stepped to the edge of the water. Something seemed unnatural about the water, and that went beyond it's hot pink hue. I placed a foot in the water and immediately felt a<b> red hot </font></b>spike go up my leg and into my most sensitive areas. I jerked back taking my foot from the water, gasping for breath as my clit became uncomfortably engorged. It only took a moment to realize the purpose of this river. It was a test. The water had a magical property that allowed whoever bathed in it to become achingly sensitve to the touch. The arousal it achieved after a moemnts touch was nearly more intense than any orgasm I had ever experienced. I feared that to cross this river would truly be the end of me. To orgasm to death... and my Master was somewhere on the other side....But it was trust... supreme and ulitmate trust. Master had left this path that I might follow it, knowing where it led. It was a test of my trust, did I trust that Master would take me to the edge and beyond in infinite orgasm? and yet trust him that my mind would remain whole on the other side. I longed to follow... but doubt clouded my mind. Could I survive? Master thought I could. I took another step forward and placed a foot in the water<b>.. red hot </font></b>fire climbed my legs and the wind I could not feel before caressed my skin in the most erotic way. My breasts were achingly sensitive, my knees and thighs weakended in pleasure. As I took step after step into the water and it reached my thighs I closed my eyes, struggling for balance I was nearing orgasm and it seemed like every muscle in my body pleaded for it's release. As the water passed my navel the water began to change... it wasn't a disembodied desire anymore. The water seemed to solidify, a dozen hands finding my most intimate places, massaging my body, teasing my things and my clit, exploring me. As the water deepened the hands possessed more and more of me. The orgasms that wracked my body made it nearly impossible to swim. I rolled onto my back, trembling in the water and floated, hoping the current would take me to the far side. A disembodied hand wound it's way into my hair angling my chin and keeping my mouth and nose out of the water... while other hands pulled my body down. I could not move tight hands gripped my ankles and held them apart, my arms wound behind my back and stayed there as if shackled. The further I crossed the river, the more things changed. Soon the hands were replaced by lips and tongues, caressing my prone body. I thought I would explode and die when the largest tongue I'd ever felt slid deep inside me. At first I thought that again things had changed and it was a phallus, but it squirmed and twisted and moved in a way that no cock could. Watery lips, teeth, hands, and tongues caressed my skin and probed my flesh. Every inch of me exposed. It was like everything else in this place, it was sensual, it was erotic, it was bizarre and I didn't give a tinkers damn. This was my world, my private site of lust and desire. I was ten feet from the far shore when the feelings of being touch suddenly stopped. I still could not moved, an imaginary fist still bound in my hair and my wrists and ankles still in their docile position. I whimpered softly as I struggled to catch my breath. I felt the gentle trail of a head against my clit, so odd because it was made of firm water... it parted me as I moaned, thrashing lightly as the simple act of penetration set me to cumming again, it pressed it's way in, filling me completely touching my every core, and as it reached my cervix another pressure assaulted my sensitive anus. Thinner and still oh so gentle it slid deep within me and held it's position, the lips and teeth returned like twins caressing my shoulders, an ethreal hand caressed my right breast and left hip only to be matched on the opposite sides, as slowly as they started, the watery phalluses synchronized in a silent rythmn, in and out as the tide would move, I trembled violently, sure I would soon pass out from pure pleasure. The were gentle and unyielding all at once. Perfectly timed thrusts pushing again and again to orgasm. I'm not sure how long it went before the blackness consumed me. I woke up on the far bank, directly infront of the silvery marks that had drawn me to the river. My journey wasn't done, but I lay my head upon the sky blue sand. I had survived.  Easily distracted by shiney objects |
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