I was in his arms, shivering, as he kissed me, over and over.
"Master," I whimpered. "Take me. Take me hard. I need you."
"Sweet Marie," he said, against my ear. "You know you shouldn't beg."
I licked his lips, sluttily, moaning. "I can't help it. Feel how wet I am. Just one finger, here... oh fuck, yes, I'm so hungry for you! Take my hair in your fist, bend me backwards, beat me with your cock, watch my breasts shake for you, feel my legs wrap around you, make me come helplessly and beg for your cum, until I cry, and then pour into me, please Master, I'm burning-"
His cock was rigid under me, throbbing. I sank lower, shamelessly rubbing my slit against his cock, while running my tongue under his upper lip. Suddenly he fisted my hair and pushed me down, forcing me to take more of his hardness into my slit. I rocked frantically, and he growled low and deep. Suddenly I was slammed onto my back, my legs opening so wide, and he was so deep I screamed, thrusting so hard and fast my body sang with fear, and worked him, milked him desperately, anything to sate him and calm his terrifying rough need-
He groaned, panted, twisted me roughly in his hands and came in me. My body exploded in delight, and as I sailed helplessly into unicorn land, I thrust both thumbnails through his windpipe.
* * *
"Meeting will come to order," Sito said, his quiet voice filling the dome echolessly. "John is fine, and will be joining us shortly. Damien will present the primary issue in the meantime."
"The primary issue," Damien said, standing, "is not news to anyone. John acted within his authority in altering the environment controls on Dreamer, but we didn't anticipate the response. As of the last check, 93% of the women and 98% of the men have been afflicted by nightmares, and they are becoming increasingly debilitating. The women are terrified, since they have no idea what the cause is, and our reputation for god-like control is failing. We've done our experiments and we can do a little more to block the effect Dreamer is having, but the only surefire cure is distance. She has no effect outside this solar system. I'll take questions at this time."
"How long can she keep this up?"
"As far as we know, forever."
"It was assumed she couldn't have an effect outside the sphere. Is the sphere failing?"
"No. John says some leakage from the sphere is inevitable. The sphere appears to be fine. Leakage is how we found the sphere in the first place, remember. Dreamer just found a way to cash in on it. Also consider what it means, that this is only leakage we are feeling. If she was set free..."
"And there are no other suitable planets for us to move to?"
"We're at least a decade away from having an alternative home."
"Can't we just kick the sphere out of here? Send it somewhere far away."
"The sphere isn't a physical object and the space inside it, so to speak, isn't, um, well correlated with the physical universe we know. All we can lay hands on are the controls, and we don't understand how to move the sphere with them, or even if that's possible. We can make her suffer -- John has. We can free her. We can't move her."
"Has she made demands?"
"In the current situation, we're not going to send anyone in to talk to her. That's a quick death. We think that if she wants to communicate, she can do it through the nightmares. So far, it doesn't look like that's happening."
John entered quietly. Damien nodded. "I turn the floor over to John."
"Well, gentlemen," John said. "In my anger, it seems I've kicked over the hornet's nest. Dreamer is suffering as horribly as I know how to make her, but she's getting her revenge. The way things are ramping up, she's going to be preventing sleep in everyone, within a day or two, and we won't survive a week of that. We can do a lot with the sleep hum and the soma, to force dreamless sleep, but those are short term solutions at best. Melvyn tells me we can diminish her effects in small areas, at a huge cost in energy, but that's all we've got. Bottom line, she's winning this. Our options seem to be to bargain, free her and hope, or return to earth. Yes, Sito?"
"Earth is clearly not an option. Maybe we can keep our story secret, but the women will not. We can't expect them to and we can't force them to. And once the story gets out, all our secrets will be discovered."
"I feel the same way about freeing Dreamer," John said. "She sabotaged Marie and made her an unwilling assassin, and as an aside, I find it fascinating that Marie is one of the few women who is not having nightmares. But by sending us an assassin, Dreamer has obviously declared that the status quo was unacceptable and that we are considered targets. Letting her out, I think, gets us all killed, starting with me."
"That's not clear," Goshawk said, rising. "The way she had Marie attack you -- it's not very likely to result in a fatality, not given our medical capabilities. Dreamer would have known that."
"I'm not sure of that," John replied. "She knows of humans what we've told her. She doesn't have a firm grasp on our physical limitations and makeup, though at this point I think she understands our minds inside out. She might have legitimately thought that tearing the throat open led to a quick death."
"That leaves bargaining," Damien. "And we can't send anyone in there to bargain."
"There's one we could send," said Sito. "We could send Marie."
"Wait, now..." started John.
"You said yourself, last night, that Dreamer wanted Marie's company."
"Yes, and possibly to further manipulate Marie. Let's be realistic -- we are mostly military people in this room, and this is a familiar situation to us. We're in a state of war with a cornered adversary of unknown intent and power. Truth is not the first thing we should expect from her. And frankly, she might manipulate Marie into doing something far worse than tearing my throat open. You should all have some idea just what Dreamer can teach. Marie could walk out with more knowledge of parapsychology, high energy physics, dream space, tunneling and temporal tech than any of us have -- and a deeply inculcated desire to kill people."
"Nonetheless, Marie is the one person Dreamer has expressed an interest in talking to, and now we need to talk to her."
"I can't agree to this. I love Marie and Dreamer knows that. Dreamer could do horrible, horrible things to her, just to get back at me."
"Could she make Marie a hostage?" Andrew asked.
"No. The containment field is specific to whatever Dreamer is. She can't prevent us from putting people in or extracting them again. But this is moot. It's too risky."
"We only have three options on the table. We cannot leave this meeting without selecting one."
"If Marie goes in, I go with her," John said, grimly. There was a long silence.
"Proposed," said Sito, just as grimly. "It now goes to a vote."