Dream Police Ch. 08 - Enslaved

She wasn't sure what was going on, but the creams were getting weirder. She figured she should tell someone soon as she wasn't sure what else she should do.

The walls of this room were more rough-cut stone than the smoothly set ones from the dungeon and castle walls from before. It was somewhere between cavern or tomb hewed out from underground rock with the dankness to match. The light was dim and flickering with no discernible source as the walls were bare. The floor seemed to move or was soft, yet looked like packed dirt. Dreams rarely made sense, but she was trying to focus on the details to try to figure them out and the more she focused the less sense they made.

She was walking along not really sure what or who she was looking for, but she assumed it involved the dragon in some way. That was the only thing that was consistent across any of the dreams, but what that meant wasn't clear either. It seemed like the dragon was being chased by different groups, but the dragon wasn't bad. She couldn't tell who she should be fighting for in these dreams. That was new, should she be fighting for anyone, she thought? That was a word she hadn't yet applied to them, but it came out for a reason, everything did, right? She was reflecting as she walked and didn't pay attention to where she was headed.

Suddenly she appeared in a large room with various treasure all around. Not like the trinkets from before, but a grand cavern of various pieces of gems and jewels that sparkled and gold and silver that shone. She wasn't sure where the light was coming from in this room either, but it was bright. She saw a flash of light and now she was laying back on a weird chair, it almost felt like a workout bench form one of the machines in the gym. She was restrained with her arms tied above her head and secured. Her legs were spread with her feet secured and she realized she was now naked. It was hot in the cave, as sweat built up between her small breasts and trickled down to her tight belly.

A slight breeze stirred, hotter than the air in the cave, as the sounds of an approaching creature echoed in the halls leading out from the center walls of the room. Scrape, drag, shuffle, scrap, drag shuffle, swish, swish. She recognized the even scraping sounds and knew the dragon was drawing near, but she wasn't afraid. She could tell she wasn't in danger, but that the dragon was just doing what it needed to survive.

The head of the dragon entered first, as the corridors were very low. As it entered, the neck rose to the ceiling as the wings and body emerged from the tunnel, with its massive tail following behind. It almost filled the room when it was fully inside.

"Help me." It hissed.

Skye wasn't sure what to say or do, but she calmed herself again and showed that she was not a threat in any way and was willing to help if she could. Skye hadn't notice before, but the scales on the dragon's chest plate almost looked like a W. "Wix?" She asked, with a bit of nervous hesitation.

"How do you know my name? What magic do you possess?" The dragon hissed some more. "You must tell no one."

Skye was confused. "No magic at all, unless somehow in my dreams I have some I don't understand."

"I need you to help me, just lay back and relax. I won't harm you." Wix hissed as she swung her head down directly in front of Skye. Her tongue flicked out and licked Skye's exposed pussy, dipping just inside for a taste it seemed. The tongue flicked in and around the dragon's mouth and it sounded like she moaned a little as it did. "You are ready."

"Ready for what exactly?" Skye started to ask, but found out quickly enough when they dragon stepped forward to position itself better, then Skye felt herself penetrated like never before. She couldn't tell what part of the dragon was inside her, and she didn't really care with how it was making her feel. Every inch of her body was on fire as the dragon delved deeper and deeper inside her until she felt a probing that was much different. It was then that the dragon seemed to stop.

Skye opened her eyes and looked at the dragon, a bit confused, but the feeling only lasted a moment as whatever part of the dragon that was inside her started throbbing and pulsing. She was sent over the edge pretty quickly and couldn't come down from it as pulse after pulse stretched her aching pussy with a regular rhythm and she started to black out from the pleasure. The dragon seemed to be enjoying itself as well as she reached out to grab hold of Skye with its claws hanging on as she seemed to reach a peak of her own. Apparently, she was enjoying the clench of Skye's pussy as it clung to the odd shaft inside it. Skye opened her eyes as the scratch of the claws on her torso was enough to rouse her even though the pleasure continued. She looked down to see the golden claws grasping at her sides, and enjoyed the slight prick as they dug into her taut muscles. She noticed one of them had a nick out of it and wondered what might have happened to cause that as they seemed rather indestructible to her.

Her belly started to swell beyond what she could stand as the pumping continued and the claws dug in more as she was filled with whatever it was the dragon was expelling. As she neared exhaustion from the pleasure and her now full belly, she felt the shaft recede mercifully relaxing her abused opening. She wanted to rub herself for comfort, but was still restrained. As she started to blackout again, she heard the dragon one last time.

"There, that should be enough for the next brood of young, but let's hope they make it to full term, not like the last ones. That poor girl." Skye's eyes went wide right before she collapsed.

Next thing she knew she sat bolt upright in her bed, again soaked in sweat and her own fluids. Her stomach looked normal again, but it didn't feel normal. She got up quickly and ran to the bathroom, heaving up something too viscous to be what she ate earlier. When she looked, she saw a bright red and gold slime of sorts slowly dripping down the edges of the bowl.

......

"Bitch!" Brielle shot at them.

"Which one? Me?"

"Why am I involved with this?"

"Brielle, what the fuck?"

"You're all lying, cheating bitches, but it's you Lavia, that I meant. Just a cheating, lying, whore of a bitch!" Brielle shouted at them all, but Lavia was her primary target. "And, that's mistress to all of you. I'll show you who's in charge."

"Not sure I appreciate being included in the lying, cheating part, since we're not even a couple." Lavia protested. "Mistress, that's funny." Anali laughed at that part.

"Yeah, explains the Halloween costume." Anali added.

"Silence, you!" Brielle walked over to her and shoved a gag in her mouth and strapped it around tightly. "Enough!"

"And as much as I want commitment, I'm in an open relationship, such that it is, since neither of us is ready, so who is cheating or lying exactly?" Wix added.

"You are keeping Lavia from loving me. You keep getting in the way, stealing her from me. I know you want her and she wants you, so stop with your lies. You are all just bitches, I hate you!" Brielle was incensed and didn't want to put up with any of their excuses anymore. "And that Skye bitch is in the way now too. I thought it would be fun as a fan to visit her and make you happy with me, but no, now you can't stop thinking about her and her tight ass. I don't even like her, I just wanted you to love me for something."

"Did I hear my name?" Skye wandered out from the office and started toward where the commotion was coming from in the gym.

"Skye, watch out!"

"She's got---" The sound from Wix's mouth was suddenly cut off as Brielle stuffed a gag into it. She turned in time to see Skye approaching quickly, and reached for the spray bottle she had at her hips. A couple quick pumps and Skye was on the floor.

She awoke, next to Lavia, strapped to a workout machine, her hands cuffed behind her, her legs restrained and a cold collar and chains around her neck. She looked to the side and saw the other three in similar positions, mostly given up on struggling as they seemed to have accepted that Brielle was good with her bondage gear and knew what she was doing.

"A perfect set now." An evil grin appearing on Brielle's face as she spoke. "You will bow before your mistress and service me as I please."

"What now?" Skye asked. "You obviously won't get very far with that strapping us all in at my gym, since someone will be here eventually to open up. Wait, how did you get in here and why are they already in the gym?"

"Oh, please. Amateurs. I made copies of all your keys the other day and your security system is a joke." Brielle shrugged of Skye's concerns. "And as for what's next, hmm. I think Lavia will get to taste my virgin pussy first and then..."

"Wait, what? You had sex with us on the massage table yesterday, you're no virgin." Skye asserted.

"No, that's just girl sex, not real sex. I won't be deflowered until I'm plowed by a big piece of hard man meat with my womb flooded full of his hot seed. When I'm ready to give myself to someone that is." Brielle replied, her delusions starting to spill over.

"Oh, gods helps us." Skye shook her head. "You're one of those."

"Shush, you! Now Lavia. Ready my love?" Brielle tried to be sweet, but nothing could cover the bitter taste she was leaving with everyone. After she finished, she went over to Lavia's leash and unlocked a piece of it, allowing her to move a bit, then unlocked the leg harness, keeping her legs tightly cuffed together and hooked to the bottom of the leash. Whatever she wanted to try she wouldn't get far.

Brielle positioned herself reclined on a padded workout bench she had spun around to face the women, directly across from Lavia. She set herself down, her full thighs and hips bulging out as her body found it's place on the heavy padding. She seemed to enjoy the comfort of the bench as she snuggled against it and wriggled to get into the right spot. Her feet were raised and resting on the leg extension pieces which seemed to be designed for her frame at least for the purposes she had intended. She was mostly naked from the waist down, save for her latex footless stockings and stilettos. The top was where the real business was going on, with a tight corset lifting everything up nicely and a black lace bra keeping the girls well positioned. She had on a pair of opera length lace gloves with just the finger loops, that matched her bra perfectly and her face was done up with extra dark lipstick, eyelashes and some glitter across her cheeks.

Had they any choice in the matter, all of the women there would have likely been willing participants were they not already her captives.

Lavia stretched a bit, enjoying her limited freedom, but could see from Brielle's expression that she had even less time than she hoped.

"Hurry, dear, before I change my mind. I'm so horny, there's no telling what I might do." Brielle almost purred.

She had already subdued and restrained four women against their wills and was forcing them into whatever her deranged plans were, Lavia couldn't even guess where she would take it from there if she was starting to snap.

Lavia stood as best she could and shuffled her feet at the rate the chains on her feet would allow, and then carefully knelt before Brielle. She smelled sweet at least, and was already dripping wet and almost glowing bright pink as her swollen lips were full and pouting. Lavia lowered her head and did as she was told.

"Make me cum, you nasty whore." Brielle said as she wrapped the whip that she had by her side around Lavia's neck and pulled her tightly against her. She thrust her hips to grind against her face as well. Brielle was in heat it seemed and just needed sex. Lavia had seen her like this before when they were hanging out with Anali and other friends and wasn't sure what to make of it. It seemed like she was embarrassed by how aroused she got and how much sex she craved so she made everyone else out to be the whore to deflect her own guilt.

Lavia had nowhere to go as she was being held tightly and the firmness of the leather whip was starting to cut off her circulation a bit and things started to go fuzzy and black. She couldn't really make any signs to indicate her distress and her body went limp as Brielle kept grinding against her.

"I said make me cum, you little bitch!" Brielle was angry, but as she released the coil of the whip and grabbed at Lavia's hair to try to punish her, she saw that she was passed out and let her head fall back. Disgusted with how weak her first slave whore was she pushed her out of the way and got off her throne of deviance and submission and dragged her back to her spot, locking the two chains back in place. She had never mentioned the name for her throne, it was still a work in progress mostly in her head.

She slid her throne one position over to face Skye next. She grinned as she looked at Skye and ran the handle of the whip along her neck and under her chin.

"Tough girl won't fail me. At least I know you can eat pussy better than that and make me scream. Well, you better." Brielle moved to start unlocking the chains to allow Skye the pleasure of worshipping at her temple when there was the sound of the doorbell. Maybe she didn't mind the doorbell so much right now, Skye thought to herself.

"Hey guys! Surprised you left the door open this early." Kayla had shown up hoping to find Skye there to go over some things.

"Kayla! Watch ou---"Skye started to yell out a warning, but her voice was silenced by the end of Brielle's whip coiling around it and being pulled taut by a very skilled hand that knew what it was doing.

Kayla had heard the alarmed tone anyway and stopped where she was to look around at the scene behind the row of equipment. She walked back from the direction she entered and took a different route to the other side of the gym, confusing Brielle just enough to cause her to turn and walk the wrong way. When she saw the others chained to the equipment she panicked and reached for the first thing she saw. Unfortunately for Brielle that was the pull-down bar for the machine next to her. The sound that came from the side of Brielle's head made everyone in the gym grimace and she fell to the floor awkwardly with another gruesome sound as her body collapsed onto itself. Skye was released from her gag as the whip uncoiled, finally letting her take in a full breath. It was such a waste to see her beautiful body lying there, since everyone at the gym would have willingly participated if she just wanted to have a fun day with them.

Kayla looked for keys to unlock everyone from their restraints and found them attached to part of Brielle's outfit. After she unlocked Skye first, she had her priorities after all, Skye moved to reattach the restraints to Brielle and get her secured so she could call the police.

Just as she was running to find her cell phone, Lavia called out to her. They were all surprised since no one had realized she had woken up from her unintentional sleeper hold.

"She's just a little troubled. Please don't call the police, we need to get her help. Her therapist thought she was making progress, but Brielle can really play people so I don't think she's as far along as they think." Lavia pleaded. "She needs medical attention and then some behavioral counseling, but that's all. She didn't end up seriously hurting any of us, so please?"

"Okay. Paramedics and the hospital, but under supervision. Got it." Skye replied as she pulled up her phone to call 911 for medical assistance. "How are we going to explain the outfit though?"

"Oh, that will make more sense to them once she gets there. There are some times when I think every day is like Halloween for her." Lavia sounded relieved that Brielle wouldn't just get sent to a jail cell and appreciated that they were understanding of her request. "She loves to cosplay and I think she even has one of your old outfits from your earlier days."

Skye looked at her a little more concerned with her last comment, but continued to deal with the 911 operator and just went along with the plan.

Kayla continued to free everyone else and they all collected the various restraints and other odd evidence and went to hide it in the back, not wanting there to be too much at the scene that could make it worse for Brielle.

......

Later on, it was just Kayla and Skye together at the gym as the others had eagerly left to get back home when they were allowed to leave.

"Glad that's taken care of." Kayla offered, hugging Skye.

"Fuck yeah, that was something else. And she seemed so sweet." Skye replied as she pulled away from Kayla to be able to look at her.

"She did. Oh, hey! Where's your bitch collar?" Kayla asked, pouting a little. "Don't you love me anymore?"

Skye shook her head at hearing the "L" word, but didn't let it throw her off too much. She reached up around her neck to feel for it, but it was indeed gone. She'd grown so used to it already that she never noticed that it was on anymore. "Bitch!"

"Yeah, that's what it said, why do you mention it?" Kayla joked.

Skye laughed. "No, not that bitch, the one that just had us all chained up. I bet she took it when she put the leash on me. Can't imagine anything else happening to it. Unless..." Skye paused awkwardly, then thought for a moment. She was trying to think if she remembered seeing it there when she got up in the morning. She decided to open up with Kayla about a little more. "Um, so I've been having some really weird dreams lately."

"Oh? Tell me about them." Kayla took her by the arm and started them both walking back to the office area.