by Paul Blades
When Ramón had gone to visit Nadine at the psychiatric hospital, it had all seemed too neat and convenient. If it had been he that was the renegade, he would have made sure the girl would never have been found. The fact that she had conveniently been identified after being arrested following the pimp's shootout with the police was too good to be true. Ramón had assumed the renegade was watching her, that she had been set out as bait for him to find. He knew that as soon as he appeared there, word would go out to the renegade that his pursuer had arrived and he would be followed back to Virginia. And so Ramón had set his own trap. He had been unhappy when the earnest and loving young woman, Lucy, had appeared. He knew she would suffer at the hands of the renegade or of his servants. But it was too late to send her away. He knew the men were outside and it might have tipped his hand.
Ramón knew the problem was really not how to find the renegade. He would be conspicuous enough. He had already developed a list of suspects from his research over the internet and he had narrowed it down to about four or five men. Jonathan Blackthorne, with his meteoric rise to wealth and his subsequent reclusiveness, had topped the list.
No, the real problem was how to confront him. He knew Jnthrn would have developed considerable strength and power over the years. He would be protected by an efficient and ruthless bodyguard. So how was he to get access to the fugitive? He couldn't just go up and ring his bell and announce himself. “Hi. Remember me, Raijamoon? I'm here to take you back.” That approach would have resulted in quick failure. And he needed to have his familiar present when he confronted him. Ramón's hunch was if he let Jnthrn capture him and his familiar, somehow he would end up in the same room with them at the same time. He hadn't worked out how he would get the opportunity to have access to his weapons, but he felt somehow he would. The intervention of the priestess was just the kind of ‘lucky’ intercession he needed.
On the night of his capture by Jnthrn's men, he had agonized at the risk he was taking. But he felt he had no other choice. If he waited too long, the renegade might discover him anyway at a time when he was more vulnerable. Also, the renegade's powers grew daily and the evil he was perpetrating was ongoing. Ramón had to act, even though he was putting his familiar in dire jeopardy. He could have been wrong about there being a kernel of decency left in the renegade. The Apaches who had come for him might just as well as killed him outright, as he knew their leader, Bob Cloud, had wanted to do.
But, all had worked out. Now, if the disappointed and still stunned Apache crowd didn't tear him to pieces for destroying their source of power, their golden goose, everything would be fine.
The priestess, Barbara Cloud, mounted the platform. She raised her arms and spoke to the bewildered people.
"Jinthra, the Lord of Conquerors, has returned to his ghost world. His work with us was done. When he came, our people were suffering. Our children were deserting us for the white man's world, losing themselves in the evils of their culture. We were poor, powerless. Now, our children have come back to the old ways. We are a people once more. It is time for the war on the white man and the Mexicans to come to an end. Nanteeka, the Lord of Light, has come among us and will show us the way of peace and prosperity. Go to your homes. We will assemble at the ceremonial grounds in three days. At that time, Nanteeka will give us his laws and tell us how to live."
As the dazed, confused people shuffled out of the large room, Ramón crept over to his still bound familiar. All of her energy had been drawn out of her. He took her in his arms and hugged her, suffusing her with his love. She raised her head and he slowly removed the gag that had covered her lips. He kissed her deeply, grateful for the love she had shown him, happy her times of turmoil and sacrifice were over. Tired as he was, his lust stirred as he felt her tongue intermingle with his. Recalling her bound arms, he reached around and freed them. She circled his body with them and returned his embrace.
Kelly was joyous at her liberation. She had pleased her dream man and played a vital, essential role in his defeat of the evil blond man. She understood now the reasons for her confinements, the limits on her speech, the development of her sexual energies. It had all been truly crucial to her dream man's mission. Happy that she had trusted him, still enraptured by his flesh, she brought her lips back to his, murmuring, “I love you, Ramón. I love you."
When he sensed Kelly had calmed, he turned to see what was going on in the room. Barbara Feathers was sitting on the end of the platform waiting for him. She had taken a huge wad of chewing tobacco from a pouch in the pocket of her ceremonial dress and had stuffed into her mouth. She was smiling at him, a large, wad in her cheek.
"Well, you took your sweet time getting here,” she told him.
Ramón was startled by her directness, not to mention the sight of her jaw working the tobacco in her mouth. “What?” he said.
"You were supposed to be here two years ago. What took you so long?” she asked. She spoke with a heavy country twang. She was bent over, her elbows on her spread knees like she was sitting on the stoop at a country store. All she was missing was the straw hat.
"Well,” Ramón answered her, “these things take time."
"I guess the hell they do,” Barbara replied. She looked down at Ramón's cock which had sprung to attention and laughed. “I see you've got some work to do."
Ramón, for the first time since becoming human, became self conscious at his state of arousal. There was something about the woman's frank manner and her obliviousness to his charm that was disarming. But she was right. He was weak and he needed to refresh himself with the essence of the Whole. Kelly was drained and would need to sleep. She was leaning on him, almost comatose from her exertions.
"I think this one's about to pop,” the heavy set, merry, Apache woman said. She was referring to Diane, Jonathan's former familiar, who was kneeling where she had been left at the start of the confrontation between him and the Lord of Conquerors. He could sense her pain and unhappiness. Although Blackthorne was gone, her need for him still tormented her. He would have to remove her attachment to him. At the same time, he would relieve her of the mists she had gathered.
"There's a bedroom upstairs you can use,” the priestess said. “We'll talk some more later. Mrs. Blackthorne and three of our young girls are locked up in the basement. The lock was keyed to Blackthorne's mind and so we'll need your help in opening it. They'll be okay for a while, but not too long, okay?"
Ramón nodded his assent. This was not the ending he had anticipated.
He looked over at the three women who had been Blackthorne's acolytes. They were cowering fearfully, anticipating his wrath.
The priestess spoke like she was reading his mind. “You can take care of them later. In fact, there's a whole lot of stuff for you to do. But for now, just go upstairs and enjoy yourself. You earned it."
The shaman was sitting in his ceremonial chair, dejected. This was not how he thought things would work out either. However, the person who was really upset was Bob. He had been Blackthorne's right hand man. He had been correct about throwing the black haired man out of the plane. Blackthorne, like most demented megalomaniacs, had brought about his own downfall. But, he thought to himself, maybe that wasn't a bad thing. There was something about the new ghost man that was special. The light he had emitted had seemed to change something in Bob. He wasn't sure what it was yet, but what the priestess had said to the people had made a lot of sense. They had been at war with the white world and wars weren't supposed to last forever. What happened, he wondered, to the warriors when the war was over? He had done some terrible things. What would happen to him?
After relieving the startled and still fearful Lucy and Jackie from their distress and granting them sleep, Ramón led Kelly and Denise up the broad, polished oak staircase to the second floor. When he entered the suite of rooms that had been Blackthorne's, he met the pretty, young woman named Cathy. After all the harm he had done, the minds he had stolen, Jnthrn's last thoughts had been for the love he
had for the beautiful, ethereal woman. Probing her mind, he could see why. She had a pure, innocent soul. Blackthorn had suppressed all other parts of her personality but her strongest traits, her loving and giving nature. Ramón could feel her mind searching for her master, wondering who this new man was. The dream man sent her a wave of assurance and put her to sleep. He would deal with her later.
The bed in Jnthrn's private bedroom was large and sumptuous. Ramón guided the two naked women to it and laid them down. Kelly fell immediately into slumber, a smile of satisfaction and contentedness on her face. While she slept on his left, Ramón turned to the shuddering, frightened woman on his right. He could see the fear in her eyes. He probed her mind and found the ravages of her many years as the renegade's slave. In spite of her torment at his hands, or rather, from his mind, she still had a deep, insatiable need for his flesh, the feel of his cock, the effusion of his seed inside her. It would take a lot of work to restore her to sanity. Like Kelly, she had not been captured by Jnthrn in the same way as he captured other women. It had been far worse for her, her mind essentially free, but a slave to her emotional and physical need for the evil man. Ramón knew it would take time to bring her peace. He would take the time and there was no time to start like now.
Diane was still a beautiful woman with a pleasing, shapely body. Ramón ran his hand down her shoulder and along her arm, conveying his beneficial purposes to her. With his mind, he began to suppress her need for the renegade and replace it, for now, with a need for him. He couldn't just remove her dependency. That would be too much of a shock to her system. Besides, he needed her to be open to him, to deliver to him the mists from The Whole she had garnered. It was impossible to just take them. If Jnthrn had won their battle, he would have forced Kelly through fear and pain to give up her vital essences to him. Ramón would take another path. Jnthrn's former familiar would surrender her harvest to him from desire.
Diane had been afraid when her master had taken her from the subterranean prison in which she had lived for so long. She had been suffering through a drug induced dream when she had been awoken and was filled with the fog she had collected for him. She wanted release and was unhappy when she was blindfolded and bound and led from the basement prison. She had knelt wordlessly, suffering from her need during the strange ceremony that had taken place. She hadn't understood anything of what had happened. But she felt the strong, frightful emanations of her master's will as he fought another man in the room. Then, the battle had ceased and, after a few moments, she sensed a strong, energizing ray pass through her. It was like nothing she had ever felt. It was warm and pleasant and, for a short while, made her forget her torment, her need for release.
Then, she heard her master yell. There was a surge of his will, a seeming last gasp of his powers, and suddenly, he was not there. It was like one of those bubbles children make from a wand dipped in a soapy fluid. One minute it was there and then, bursting, it was gone.
Diane sobbed in misery when she felt the evaporation of her master's persona. Who would grant her relief now, she thought miserably. It was a literal hell to be the evil man's captive, he had tortured her beyond tolerance. But she needed him, a need that was buried deep in her cells like some horrific drug. When she felt the mind of the black haired man reach into hers, grant her a respite from her misery, she began to hope. Now, lying next to him, his hands caressing her flesh, she saw she had been saved.
Warmth and comfort flowed from the man's mind into hers. Diane circled her arms around the man and hugged him tightly to her body and began to cry. It was over. Her torment was over. She could not believe it. She would do anything for this man who had rescued her from the depths of hell. As their bodies met, she absorbed his heat and her lust began to build. She craved union with him, wanted his cock inside her. She would give him the essences she had absorbed, feed him, sustain him.
Overcome with passion, Diane pushed the man over onto his back. She climbed upon him, circling his cock with her hand. She felt its radiance and power. Her slit was moist and dilated and she rubbed the tip of the man's hot pole along its length twice, relishing the energy it sent her before pushing her self down upon it, encompassing it in her fevered canal. She moaned as it filled her. It was like paradise. The man, she still didn't know who he was, not that, at this moment, she really cared, placed his pleasure giving hands on her breasts and squeezed them gently. A wave of passion flowed through her and she moaned loudly. She looked down at him. He had kind, gentle eyes, a strong, noble face, luxurious, brown skin. His lips were parted as he recorded his pleasure. She wanted them, wanted to possess his mouth with her tongue. She wanted to grant him the boon of the mists she had gathered.
Diane leaned forwards. As she slowly began to rock her hips, causing the man's meat to scrape across her hardened clit, she slid her hands over his strong, hairless chest. Just before kissing him, she spoke for the first time in a long, long while. “I've got something for you,” she whispered mischievously. And then she pressed her lips against his, entered his hot mouth with her tongue. Her body and mind filled with bliss as she felt the mists flowing from her and entering him.
It did not take long for the woman's pussy to explode into climax. Ramón reviled in its spasms around his hard, needy cock. Their mouths were still joined in a feverish kiss and she moaned into his mouth, her arms circled tightly around his neck. When he came, she came again, this time riding his cock wildly, caressing it with the walls of her throbbing canal. He filled her twice with his seed and drained her of the essence of the Whole she had accumulated.
When she finally collapsed in exhaustion, he let her body rest down on the bed and wandered from the suite of rooms to see what was going on downstairs. His clothes had been left in the reception room and he walked down the halls naked. Several of Jnthrn's enraptured women stood sentry, naked and trembling as he passed. He stopped at each one and relieved them of their fear.
Barbara was waiting for him and led him to the basement. He was able to use his psychic powers to open the locks and he saw Blackthorne's wife and the three young Apache girls in their cages. At the end, in the last cage, was a cowering white woman, the unhappy Ukrainian woman Blackthorne had captured and tormented less than twenty four hours ago. One by one, Ramón freed the women from their fears. He pushed aside Blackthorne's controls and installed ones of his own. He did not know yet what he would do with all of these women, but he didn't want them running around free until he had a plan of action. It would draw undue attention to the Fortress and Blackthorne's operations, and therefore to himself, for hundreds of young women to suddenly awake from their entrancement and appear at their former homes, even if he had erased their memories of their captivity. Questions would be asked which would eventually lead to the Apache reservation.
He took his greatest care in reforming the mind of Blackthorne's former wife, Dolores. He was not happy keeping her a prisoner after all she had been through, but her mind was heavily damaged from her torments and he wanted to delicately restore her to happiness. Now that Blackthorne was gone, she would be back in control of her fortune which had expanded many times over under the renegade's directions. Ramón wanted to maintain the status quo until he thought things out. For now, being free of her fear of the devilish man who had held her enthralled would have to do. To the delight of the other freed women, Ramón coaxed Dolores into bringing him to climax with her mouth, granting her several of her own orgasms as a reward. His seed would help seal their connection. Barbara stood by watching, amused, and said in a saucy voice when he was done, “That looked like fun, dream man. When you have the time, you'll have to give me a taste."
When he got back upstairs, leaving the women in Barbara's care, Ramón gave Adele a call. It was late in the afternoon on the day following his kidnapping and he knew she and the other women would be fraught with worry. She started to cry when she heard his voice on the telephone. He made arrangements for all of the women, except Hannah of course, to fly out the next morn
ing. He missed them and wanted to spend some time with them. He had been afraid for them while he had been the renegade's captive and he needed their physical presence to assuage his guilt at putting them at risk.
Back in Jnthrn's former bedroom, Kelly and Diane had made acquaintance. When he came in, Kelly was holding the other woman in her arms. They had both been crying. He sensed his familiar's empathy for the other woman and her sorrow for her travails.
His auburn haired lover reached out to him when she saw he had returned. “Diane needs you,” she said. It was strange to hear her voice after so many weeks of silence. She had spoken to him earlier and he had been pleased to hear her words. There was no need for her silence any more. His mission was accomplished.
Kelly kissed him and then made him lie down on the bed. Diane gleefully took hold of his cock and subsumed it in her mouth. She took her time in pleasuring him, suckling on the bulbous head of his manhood, licking its shaft, caressing his soft stones, while his lover lay next to him, caressing his chest and face, kissing him tenderly. When Diane finally let him come, he groaned his pleasure and then Kelly took her turn while Diane switched positions with her. Cathy had awoken and was kneeling at the foot of the bed watching the display of lust. Kelly decided she needed his help too. While he was passionately plowing the pale, thin young girl's hot, tight sex, he relieved her mind of the controls Blackthorne had placed there and claimed her for his own. Jackie and Lucy were brought up to the room by Barbara and he spent some time ‘helping’ them.
When the three Apache girls who had been Blackthorne's servants came up with trays of food and jugs of tis-win, the Apache corn beer, they too clamored for attention. In fact, the rest of the afternoon and well into the night was a continuous fuck fest. Barbara kept on sneaking in, one by one, and sometimes in twos and threes, Blackthorne's enthralled women for him to ‘treat'.
