Monday, 29 October 2007

The Dream


I was about to say, now something more cheerful but, come to think of it, this may not be exactly cheerful. Less depressing, though, I hope. It starts out, pretty grim but there is more exciting stuff coming up, so be patient!


Dear Dove, this is for you. Something we talked about inspired me to write this. I do hope you will like this. You are a dear friend and this story is for you.


The night was dark and I was lying in my bed. Dark monstrous clouds were rolling through the sky and a cold wind swept though the world. I was sleeping, far, far removed from the ordeals and pains of this world.


Suddenly I awoke, no longer in my bed but flying through the dark sky. I shot through the black clouds like an arrow, carried by invisible hands, pushed along by a wind that shook the world. It was cold but I did not shiver.


Fear overtook me because the sky was immense and very dark and I was very small. I could not scream, I could not flee. I was alone.


The horrid wind captured me and threw me through the sky and threatened to rip my only garment from me. My nightgown, my only memory of my bed, my home and my life was thin and did not protect me.


Then the cloud disappeared and I saw the land below me. I saw the terribly speed I had, the speed that would crush me should I touch the ground.


I saw mountains and rivers and cities and dark castles and black windows and horrid eyes staring at me. I was alone but not alone and I was very small and very scared.


The wind, then, gently put me down in a courtyard of a grey and gigantic castle and I saw that my dream would be another dream. My journey was over but I did not yet know where I was.


On trembling legs and bare feet I walked over the courtyard and through a portal. I climbed a staircase and into a chamber. Everything was dark and grey and I was very lonely.


Then there was sound and my heart stopped beating. I was not alone in the chamber any more. There were candles lit and a fireplace come alive and I saw three terrifying women standing behind me as I turned.


They where beautiful. I had never seen such beautiful women before. They were terrifying and grand, still lithe and strong as animals. They were not human. I knew that. They were women but they harboured something else within their souls, if they indeed had souls.


They grabbed me and held me and I was helpless in their hands. I didn't try to run. There was nowhere to run.


They turned me so I faced the door and I stared as it opened. I saw another woman enter, all dressed in white, her eyes gleaming red. She looked at me and smiled. But no woman has ever smiled like she did. In her smile I saw lust beyond lust and pleasure beyond anything I knew and in that face I saw the reflection of a wickedness I did not know existed.


She dropped her dress and stood naked before me, her skin as marble, her flesh still soft. She was the most beautiful thing I had even beheld.


She told me I was hers and I knew then that I was lost. She moved towards me and I saw the gleaming white teeth in her mouth and the bloodred lips. The three other women were still holding me and I knew my blood was lost.


Then a great thunder came. And a great darkness descended. In a sudden flash of light I saw the women throw themselves to the floor and scuttle away like frightened rats. In that flash of light I saw what made them scared. I saw Him.


The darkness vanished and in the glowing light of that cursed chamber I saw Him. He was terrifying, beautiful and otherworldly. He was splendid and grand, dark and horrible. He was the Master of this castle. I felt like kneeling before Him, like I should prostrate my body at the feet of this tremendous being. I did nothing. I could do nothing.


He looked at me and He smiled. Fear filled me as He smiled. I dared no look at Him but I could do nothing but look at Him. I knew I was His to command, His to do whatever He choose and in that strange moment I knew He wanted me more than His other women, the cowards who now were cowering in the corners of the chamber.


I stared at His mouth, His red and beautiful mouth, His delightful sensuous lips and His white and horrible fangs. I knew He was to speak. I knew He was to tell me what He wanted with me.


'Take her to my chamber!' He said with a voice I was not sure I could hear but I knew was there.

The women sprang at me. The three servants grabbed me.


The man turned and walked away but before He left He turned around.

'But whip her first!'


I was dragged to the other end of the great chamber. I was thrust against a wooden pole. My hands were pulled forward and fastened in some cold and hard iron, iron that touched my body and filled me with a coldness that was the coldness of the empty universe.


I was held by that cruel iron as I was hoisted in the air, my body pressed to the pole, my face pressed to the surface of that rough pole, my arms stretched, my feet no longer touching the ground.


My nightgown was torn from my body and I felt my naked breasts and belly scratch the surface of that horrid pole.


I looked over my shoulder and saw the beautiful queen of those women, now dressed in a long black gown, her shoulders bare, her eyes flashing and in her hand a whip. And I swear it was alive. The whip was a snake and it moved and lived in her hand.


And then I was whipped. I was whipped without restrain. I cried like a baby as that venomous snake bit my naked skin.


I lost my consciousness and I hoped, for a short moment, I hoped that the dream would be over.


As I awoke I was lying in darkness on a dark bed, in a dark chamber. I was terrified, I was more dead than alive. I was alone and I could see nothing. I knew the dream was not over.


Suddenly the chamber was lit by hundreds of candles. I sat up, full of fear. I looked around the room and saw only walls of stone and a window with a starless sky without.


As I turned my head I saw that I was not alone. In a cloud of red mist I saw Him again. I knew it was His chamber and His bed. I knew I was His. And I became aware of how naked I was. How utterly, helplessly naked I was.


And then He touched me. He touched me and I was lost. However cold his touch was, I felt His life with that touch. I knew He was far away and beyond anything I had ever felt and I felt His life in that touch.


He caressed me and He stroked me. He touched my breasts, my neck, my belly, my flanks. His hands were touching my feet, my legs, my thighs and my hips. I was being touched by this creature, this being, this strangeness of the night. He touched me and I was His, His to take and have and I wanted nothing else than to be His, body and soul.


He took me and He had me and I was His in every possible way. I was touched and caressed and I belonged to Him. I screamed for Him and I cried for Him and I moved for Him and I performed for Him.


In the stillness that followed, in the sweet stillness that was there I lay in His arms, held by Him. I didn't know if He was alive or dead, or if I was dreaming or awake. I felt only His presence.

In that sweet moment I saw his bloodred lips and I knew what He wanted. I wasn't afraid any more. I was prepared.


And as He sank His teeth into my soft flesh I felt the conscious me dissipate, float away and disappear into darkness.


I awoke in my bed, my very own bed, the bed I had left aeons ago. I was back. I was alive and I was there. The grey morning light filled my room and I knew it was my room. My dream was over and I was back,


My heart was still beating fast, still overcome with fear and anxiety and that otherworldly lust that still seemed to float through my veins. My heart was still beating fast as I stepped naked from my bed to start another day.


10 comments:

Paul said...

Janice, wow you certainly live up to your blog title.
That has to be one of the strangest fantasies that I've read online.
Warm hugs,
Paul.

Dove said...

Thank you, my friend, I truly enjoyed this story and, yes, it works very well, at least for me. *grins* I do have a thing for the dark and mysterious and this you conveyed very well.

I love the feeling throughout of being small and powerless against whatever was happening that everything was larger than life. The gothic theme is present too…of course.

There is some imagery reminiscent of Bram Stoker’s Dracula (the movie) with the women ‘scuttling like rats’.

Nice depiction of the whip as a snake and that it was like a live thing, which seems to make it even scarier as if they wouldn’t be scary enough and the whipping was a nice variation, not usually seen in this genre.

Your hero (hero?) is a bit yummy but that comes from a woman who’s girlhood fantasies ran to being carried off by Christopher Lee in all those Dracula movies I used to watch. I much preferred this hero to the knight in shining armour routine.

So… the way to this castle is? Oh that’s right…in dreams.

Lovely and thank you.

Hugs
Dove

Janice said...

Paul, I think that may be seen as a kind of praise but I am not sure...smiles.

Thanks, Dove. You really gave me inspiration for this one. And yes, the rat thing was inspired by the film when Dracula appeared as a shape but made out of rats. That thing about the whip is a theme of mine, the whip or crop as a living thing or something that feels like a living thing. Anyway, thanks for you comments and I am chuffed you liked 'your' story.

Anonymous said...

Strange Imagination? but are not all the works of the imagination strange?

A nice twist the the Dracula type story, with a whipping too - Huzzah.

The thing about the live whip is interesting, it is as if the whip is doing the punishing of itself, not being weilded, because surely no person would ever whip another so severely (we know this isn't true, but would like to believe it)

I noted the first occurrence of "horrid" and was a bit wowed by it, it's an unusual word to be used nowadays by adults, but its sharpness and immediacy were well suited.
Then it cropped up again, and again!

Ta,

Ollie

Anonymous said...

Rats! I spelt "wielded" wrong.

Ollie

Janice said...

Ollie, you may find a lot of old fashioned language in my writing and especially when dealing with a theme like this. Thanks for your comment on the whip...and it isn't really a person whipping the heroine. Smiles.

Paul said...

Janice, I really rate your writing. I love fantasy I've been reading it most of a long life.
So yes, definitely a compliment, sorry if that wasn't clear.
Warm hugs,
Paul.

Wystan E said...

A VERY appropriate read this day, All-Hallows Eve...

Anonymous said...

"He caressed me and He stroked me. He touched my breasts, my neck, my belly, my flanks. His hands were touching my feet, my legs, my thighs and my hips. I was being touched by this creature, this being, this strangeness of the night. He touched me and I was His, His to take and have and I wanted nothing else than to be His, body and soul.


He took me and He had me and I was His in every possible way. I was touched and caressed and I belonged to Him. I screamed for Him and I cried for Him and I moved for Him and I performed for Him.


In the stillness that followed, in the sweet stillness that was there I lay in His arms, held by Him. I didn't know if He was alive or dead, or if I was dreaming or awake. I felt only His presence".

I realy adore your writing skills Janice, this part of the story tuched my hart in a werry pleacent way. this is one of your best stories if you ask my opinion.

Thanks for providing us with good stuf to read!!
Hugs,
nina

Janice said...

Paul, maybe it is me, fishing for compliments...smiles. Thank you ever so much for your words.

Thanks Wystan but I do believe it is more of a coincidence than it may appear.

Nina, thank you. I do like that passage too. I wanted it to be a little like that, poetic and old fashioned.