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Andrea & Morpheus
By D J Owen
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Andrea and Morpheus
She struggled against the bonds that held her arms and legs. Panting she twisted and turned to no avail. The bonds that held her were tight and allowed no leverage bound as they were into ceiling and floor. Looking down she saw she was naked and her heart which was already racing started pounding just a little more at her helpless spread eagled state. Her head at least was allowed free movement and she looked around her as far as she could. From what she could see she was in a fairly large room which was cast in shadow, the only light coming from sparse torches set around the room.
A movement in one of the shadows and she strained to see what it was. A tall dark silhouette detached from wall and walked forward. She watched terrified as it disappeared from view and then she felt it, a whisper of silk running down her back and over her ample backside whilst a whispered voice in her ear commanded “submit”. She felt a finger quest between her buttocks and down into the fleshy folds of her cunt and she caught her breath.
Andrea awoke with a start, sweat pouring from her body and heart pounding in her chest. That dream again. The same dream she had suffered through every two nights for the past month. It was always the same. She was bound naked, standing up in a spread eagled position whilst a presence she couldn’t see commanded her to submit. She shivered although her body wasn’t cold and lay back in bed wondering what was going on. Although after the dream she always had a dreamless and restful sleep she knew she couldn’t keep going on like this. She needed help.
A simple farmer’s daughter Andrea lived a simple village life. At seventeen it was expected that she would soon settle down with one of the few eligible lads in the village and raise her own brood of children. Unlike most of the girls of the village she had not grown out of her puppy fat phase and had not had a lot of male attention growing up. Those that had shown her some affection were usually attracted to her breasts which were bigger than the rest of the village girls or her backside which was pleasantly plump and full. Her long satin blond hair which was a relative rarity in these parts was seen with suspicion by some in the village and so she found herself in an unenviable position at times. Those that would show interest in her were often put off by their parents or teased by other friends.
Andrea thought back to her dream. That voice had been so commanding and although she had been bound, she had not been hurt. Her wrists and ankles had been bound by something soft, luxurious and that touch as it ran down her back and over her backside brought ideas and thoughts to her mind that wouldn’t go away. She wondered what it would be like if she didn’t wake up, if that touch continued its journey. Would it continue between her legs, moving, questing, slipping into her wetness or would it be replaced by a throbbing cock, desperate to enter her?
Without thinking her hand raised and alighted on her chest. It followed the swell of one of her ample breasts and taking it fully in hand she squeezed bringing a moment of pain and then a pleasurable quickening. Andrea sighed and thought of what she would do if that voice commanded her to touch herself. She felt her nipples harden and as one hand squeezed and pulled at her breasts her other travelled downwards between her thighs. Fingers delved and Andrea found she was wetter than she had ever been before. The thought thrilled her as her fingers started a slow circular motion. She had to find out what would happen if she submitted. Would that voice let her go? Untie her and tell her to touch herself in front of it? Would it tell her
to lie down and open her legs wide so it could see the most intimate parts of her as her hand blurred, moving round and round in faster and faster circles? Would that voice have a mouth attached that would taste her breast as she did what it said?
She looked down at her breasts and then on impulse brought one up, bending her neck to take the nipple into her mouth and sucking on it. a tremor of pleasure ran though her and her hand between her legs started to move faster as she explored her breast with her own tongue, enjoying the taste of flesh, sweat and desire. This is what the voice wants, she thought, it wants me to submit to my desires and then her stomach tightened and her hand gripping her breast tightened as she threw her head back, mouth opened wide in a soundless scream of delight as her orgasm tore through her. Falling back onto the bed panting she released herself and lay, a fresh sheen of sweat covering her body. Soon Andrea’s breathing slowed and her eyes dropped and she saw no more of the night.
Daylight saw her being woken by thumping down below. She crawled out of her sleeping pallet and threw water over herself from the washbasin. She still felt groggy but quickly woke up as she dressed in a simple brown shift and skirt. Hurrying downstairs Andrea greeted her family with a cheery good morning but got little back. She could see this was going to be a typical day, but at least that meant she would get a chance to make her way to the village wise woman. She needed advice and she needed it badly.
Her chores took ages but eventually towards the afternoon she managed to finish everything. Wondering away from her farm she wandered towards the village wise woman’s hut. Other girls saw her and giggled behind her hand but she didn’t care. Let them have their stupid fantasies she thought, I have the real thing if I could but stay longer than a moment. The day was hot and beneath her clothes she became sticky and heated but she refused to stop. This was to important to her so by the time she got the small shack that was owned by the wise woman she was quite dishevelled. She paused to get her breath back and then with a small tremor in her hands, she knocked.
A moment and then “come in” was shouted out. Andrea opened the door and saw inside the wise woman’s shack for the first time. It was shadowy and smelt of herbs and other less savoury things but stealing herself she walked in and closed the door. With the door closed the shack became even darker and she began to feel a little scared. A light and then a voice gentler than would be believed from the shout urging her to come in said out of the darkness “I haven’t seen you here before have I Andrea daughter of Drana. Come, sit and tell me what troubles you”.
A lantern was placed on a table and room she was in appeared in a little more detail. As she moved to the table in the middle of the room where sat the woman she had come to see, Andrea looked around at the multitude of herbs and other things hanging up around the walls of the house. Some of them she recognised but a large amount of them appeared strange and alien to her. A hearth lay unlit but well stocked with wood for the coming of night and then Andrea was at the table, sitting down on the rickety stool that was offered to her.
Looking the wise woman in the face Andrea was lost for words. The wise woman was at most twenty five and had a bounty of chestnut curls that cascaded over a smoot
h face. Brown eyes peeked out from those curls and full lips smiled at her whilst waiting for her to speak. The only thing that marred her appearance was a strange discolouration which covered fully the left half of her face. She stood a full head smaller than Andrea but her presence was more vibrant, more alive than Andrea had ever felt.
How could she tell this strange woman that she wanted to enter her dreams, stay in them longer than a moment so she could chase that voice down, tell it that she wanted to submit, find
out what it promised? “I won’t bite you know. And I doubt you will ask me for anything I haven’t heard before”. The voice cut through her indecision and she took a deep breath. “I need something to allow me to enter my dreams “Andrea said in a rush.
Silence greeted her request as the wise woman looked at her. Andrea felt like her soul was being searched and looked down, red blossoming on her cheeks. “You’ve been visited in your dreams haven’t you?” she heard. Andrea looked up. “Your hair colour is rare, rare enough that it attracts attention. Sometimes its men and sometimes it’s something else. So how long have the dreams been happening girl?” Andrea swallowed, “A month, every two nights for a month”. The wise woman nodded, “Yes you need to go to the source of these dreams and face the challenge. The god of dreams has marked you for attention. If you do not go to see him you will suffer them for the rest of your life”.
The wise woman got up and bustled about her hut picking up herbs and strange
accruements. “I’ll send word to your family. You will stay here tonight. I’ll give you a draft to make you sleep and keep watch over your sleeping body while you face these dreams”. Andrea looked startled, “this isn’t something I can do at home?” The wise woman shook her head “No, these are your dreams and so you should be safe but this process may take time and whilst you are dreaming your body will be vulnerable to many things. Better you stay with me where it’s safe”. Andrea coloured again blushing furiously “The dreams are not dangerous, more personal” she said with a carefully neutral tone. “I doubt you will do anything I haven’t seen before” was her answer.
It seemed that the decision had been made. She could get up and walk out but she knew the wise woman was right. She couldn’t keep suffering these dreams for the rest of her life. She needed to confront both them and her desires now before they got worse so Andrea nodded her agreement. “Good” said the wise woman putting down her tools of her trade. “Now wait here whilst I go and send a message to your family and grab some water” and with that she was gone.
Whilst she was gone Andrea sat staring at the floor. Looking round she wondered which of the numerous herbs she would have to take or if whatever she would have to take was something worse. Before she could worry too much the wise woman was back carrying a pail of water. “I’ve sent a messenger to your family so they will not be worried. I said you would be with me all night but if I need to I can send another message in the morning. Now light that fire for me whilst I gather some things”.
She put the pail down on the floor moved towards the back of the hut. Andrea got up and started the fire going as requested even though the day was still warm. When she finished she looked up and saw the wise woman holding a large metal cauldron. Placing it on the fledgling fire she then filled it with the water and then turned to Andrea. “Get undressed. We need to make you as clean as possible”. Andrea looked at the wise woman, shocked. She hadn’t undressed in front of another person since she was a child. “Surely I can wash myself” she stammered. “Yes you probably can but we have to wash you in sanctified oil and it’s difficult to get hold of so I’m not going to risk you using it all. Come on girl you haven’t got anything I haven’t got”.
Desperately trying to put off the inevitable Andrea stammered “I don’t even know your name”. The wise woman turned to look at her and again Andrea felt like she was being examined inside and out. “Names have power girl. For now you can call me Tiphe” a stern look came over the wise woman’s face”And if you don’t get undressed right now I will be very cross with you”.
Andrea found her hands moving slowly, mechanically. Lifting up her simple shift over her head she felt her full breasts being pulled upwards and then her arms came down holding her shift. Tiphe nodded towards the one lone table in the hut, “you can place them on the table girl”. Taking a large gulp of breath Andrea quickly pulled her skirt off and placed both articles of clothing on the designated table. Then she turned, hands covering her modesty as best she could towards the woman who was even now placing a cloth in the heated water over the fire.
Turning Tiphe looked Andrea up and down and a strange smile came over her face. She motioned Andrea closer, “Come closer girl, you’ll get cold standing so far from the fire”. She watched as Andrea walked closer to the fire, one hand covering her mound, blond wiry hairs poking out through her fingers and the other across her chest pushing her ample breasts up to create an impressive cleavage. “Turn around” she commanded. Andrea did as she was asked and felt the roughness of the cloth run over her neck and shoulders, the heat from the fire not masking the hot water that was running down over her skin. A hand was placed on her shoulder and her muscles tensed as the cloth, wet once again, glided over her shoulders again and then down slightly to brush the top of her back. Back and forwards the cloth went, dipping into the hot water and then being rubbed over her back so the water ran down her body. Droplets traced her back making their own path and Andrea shivered as several ran over her fleshy buttocks and between her legs.
She trembled slightly when the cloth reached the small of her back. Lower and lower the cloth slowly went until it was sliding over one buttock and then the other before disappearing. Andrea sighed inwardly thinking that was all she would have to suffer and then an involuntary squeak escaped her lips when the cloth was pushed between her buttocks and run up and down, almost slowly, lovingly.
“Don’t move” she heard Tiphe say in a stern voice and then the hand on her shoulder pulled her backwards, until she bumped into the wise woman standing behind her. The hand on her shoulder snaked around Andrea’s chest pulling her close, then the cloth was pushed back into the crevasse between her buttocks, rougher, more urgent and she felt the tip of a thumb running up and down her ass hole. The sensations surprised her and her breath quickened. What could she do if Tiphe decided to push further? And then the cloth was gone, being dipped into hot water only to come back for her legs.
“Turn around” she heard, so she shuffled round, careful to cover her most intimate parts with her hands. Tiphe rolled her eyes, “For Zeus’s sake girl. Move your hands so I can clean you down”. Andrea blinked at the wise woman and then found her arms ripped away and placed firmly by her sides. The wise woman looked at her, stared into her eyes “when I tell you to do something I want you to do it immediately do you understand? What may seem strange to you may be vitally important. If you want to sort these dreams out you will follow what I say without a word of complaint. Do you understand girl?” Andrea nodded breathlessly. “Good” the wise woman nodded.
The cloth was produced again and the hot water was used to wash her neck and face. Water cascaded down and washed over her chest and she felt her nipples harden as the water trickled over them. “Raise your arms” she heard and Andrea complied quickly, not wanting another tongue lashing. Tiphe stood in front of her, running her cloth over Andrea’s arms quickly and efficiently. Then the washcloth was applied to her breasts and she felt her breath stop in her throat as it rubbed over her already erect nipples, feeling rough and yet at the same time producing a quickening in her loins. Her vision momentarily swam as she felt fingers that were not her own pinch her nipple and lift her left breast so that the cloth could wash underneath it.
her vision came back momentarily and she found herself staring into the eyes of Tiphe before she took a sharp intake of breath as the wise woman pinched the nipple harder before letting it go to do exactly the same on her ample right breast.
She l
ooked down at the fingers holding her right nipple and felt herself moistening at the thought of what else those hands could do to her if they wanted to. Then her breast was let go and the cloth was rubbing over her curvy stomach and hips. Then down the cloth went and Andrea looked up, not wanting to seem too eager to be explored by this relative stranger. Again she found herself looking Tiphe in the eyes as the cloth dipped lower and then it was brushing over her mound, the roughness of the cloth and the warmness of the water producing feelings she only ever had produced herself. From the corner of her eye she saw the wise woman’s free hand move to her hip and then she saw those full lips open and the words she had been both longing for and dreading came out. “Spread your legs wider”.
She moved her legs as wide as possible whilst still being able to stand and felt the cloth again delve and rub over her mound. Then Tiphe was on her knees in front of her and she felt warm breath on her plump lips as the cloth moved up and down her inner thighs and legs. Andrea wondered if she dare move slightly, to push herself closer to that warm breath but before she could the wise woman stood up. “All done. Now we just have to oil you. Come I will show you where you can lay down while we do this” The wise woman grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the back of the hut. There lay a large sleeping mat covered with a fur blanket. “Lay down there on your front, arms by your side” Andrea was told and she quickly moved to do as she was asked.
She heard the woman move away and then come back again. Then a slight thud, as something was placed down next to her and then she felt warmth covering the small of her back. Something brushed against her fingertips and she realised with a start that it was Tiphe’s knees. The warmth on her back was Tiphe’s crotch pressing down on her as she straddled Andrea. She kept very still and felt droplets of liquid fall onto her back. Hot small hands followed as Tiphe manipulated the oil into her flesh. As the wise woman moved down her back she shuffled backwards and Andrea felt hair on her backside. Unconsciously she moved slightly and felt the wise woman push down to keep her still. “Stop moving or I’ll tan your behind like you were a young girl” she heard.