Chapter 6: Dawn's Homework and Aloha Dream
Dawn's after class envelope read, "Open Me After 7pm if you want to have some really great dreams."
If Dawn had been on a hellmouth, she might have been suspicious. As it was she figured it was more of neurolinguistic programming. Stuff she would read before going to bed and then dream about. And then write up a report. The envelope sure smelled good, and it was all she could do to wait until after 7pm, which happened to coincide with her dorm mates being out.
Just to be safe, she rubbed the envelope against her protection charm, a Celtic cross necklace that Willow had spelled to protect her from magic and evil. In fact it would send out a warning signal to Willow if either factor go too close to her, or if the necklace was removed. It was the only way that Buffy had agreed to allow her to go to University in England, while she took care of working with all of the new slayers that had been called.
Her charm was unaffected and Dawn continued to rub the envelope over her neck and cheeks, then back up to her nose. She was feeling pretty good, her groin throbbing. Guess that was an echo of sense memory, considering how good she felt this afternoon with similar smells of the lube when she was licking and getting licked.
She sighed when her clock radio went off at 7pm. She turned the sound down on the speaker, and then opened the envelope with shaky hands.
She read: My beautiful strong student. Tonight you have a choice to dream about getting a wonderful message from very athletic men who wish only to please you, or starting with a message and going further to some of the delights that you experienced today.
The rest of the page was blank. Well that was frustrating. But, you know, the interior of the letter smelled even better than the envelope. She smelled it and licked it. Took her top off and rubbed it against her breasts, causing her nipples to get delightfully hard and pointed, her medium sized breasts and nipples working together, the areola and nipple lifting her athletic chest muscles as if she were wearing a sexy bra.
Breathing deeply, Dawn considered what else she could do with the letter, and just kind of stared at it. Neurolinguistic and sense memory, she thought. Okay. Looking at the letter, holding it in both hands she said, "My Master, My Master your student wants more!"
She felt a cold, electric static jolt at the back of her neck, but her desire and lusty feelings were spreading from her abdomen down to her groin and then back up again through her limbs.
"My Master, My Master you student wants more!"
Another cold but electric jolt. This one made her alert, although she was still horny.
Wait. There was more writing on the paper now. She held it up to her face so she could read and breath in the scent at the same time.
My beautiful, strong student. If you would like to play a dream game where you get a message from some athletic, hard, well-prepared young men repeat this invocation out loud:
Dawn read it, and said it as she read it. "My Master your student wishes to play. My Master your student wishes to follow the rules of the game. My Master your student begs you for this as from her own free will."
"Again!" That was her Master's voice! A chill-thrill pulled from her groin through her center chakra, up her middle, and then and up through her head.
She read the invocation a second time, this time with more assuredness. "My Master your student wishes to PLAY! My Master your student wishes to follow the rules of the GAME! My Master your student begs you for this as from her own FREE WILL!"
"Very, good my beautiful strong student. Step through the blue door for your reward."
Blue. Door? There was a blue door right in front of her, the nearest wall, and outer wall to the building. Wow. Talk about dreams! She stepped through the portal to hear the sound of crashing waves, beach party music and several welcoming, male hotties in tropical sarongs, sporting sizeable hard-ons outlined by the clinging fabric.
There was a second sound very low underneath the sound of the music and the waves. Dawn could barely here it, but it was odd. "Pleasure, pleasure, pain, pain. Pleasure, pleasure, pain. Pain. Pleasure, pleasure."
The guys were waving at her… with their hands, not their dicks which were of course covered with colorful sarongs, but very alert and large. But since this was a dream, that wouldn't be so bad either.
The lighting was low, but high enough to know she was in a chamber, not actually on a beach, but there was sand between her toes.
"Dawn? Message?" "Hi, Dawn. Can I rub your feet." "Dawn. Have a seat." "Dawn climb up me and lets rub together!"
Maybe she was drooling with all of that very hard, willing man-flesh, but they didn't seem to mind. One guy on either side of her, in her line of vision began gently messaging her shoulders, running their finger-tips under her arm and down and up again. She looked between them. One had a nice amount of chest hair and pale skin, the other a tan, and slicked smooth. She couldn't decide. They picked her up under her armpits like in a movie musical and carried her to a slightly vibrating salon chair.
She was marginally aware that there were other hotties in the room but she was very aware as she was sat down in the chair that the sarongs on the two who had transported her were now left behind, their slightly different dicks both hard and upright, just starting to leak. She petted them, and they jumped under her fingers.
She looked down at the other hotties as they licked her feet and messaged her legs, occasionally brushing their hard, bobbing, weeping cocks against her thighs. Her arms were stretched out to her sides, comfortably and were also being stroked.
She looked up as her breasts were touched, now by another two men, naked at her sides. Each going to work messaging and sucking, as they leaned in their cocks nudged and pressed her sides. Male musk and the ocean, mixed with tropical flowers wafted through her pulsing nostrils. Felt good. Her vagina throbbing as her inner thighs were lightly brushed and her nipples sucked hard.
Over all of this she heard him. "My beautiful strong student, what do you say?"
"My Master, my master, thank you my master," Dawn gasped.
They weren't touching her waist or groin. She needed. She needed.
"My Master, more my master."
"All in good time my beautiful strong student. Hop up on the message table so your back can be done."
The six men working her up reluctantly retreated. Looking like they want nothing better than to sex her up forever. As each one pulled away from her, they said softly, "My Master." They were looking lustfully and perhaps even lovingly at Dawn.
"My beautiful strong student hop up on the message table."
The table pushed against her buttocks.
"My master, your student wants more. My Master, my back can wait."
"My student I will give you a choice at this time. You can jump up and ride each of these young men, one at a time until they come, one after the other, or you may have a back message. What is your choice my student."
Dawn looked around. Another two hotties, still wearing their sarongs, waited at the message table.
"My Master your student wants to… wants to ride." Her feet were pinned to the ground somehow, but she was standing.
"Alright my student. But you must ride them all or there will consequences. Do you understand my beautiful, strong student?"
Four of the men began circling Dawn, reaching but not touching. Their firm cocks barely bobbing against their nicely sculpted, muscular abdomens.
"Say your invocation right, my student and you will be rewarded. Say it wrong and the dream is over. Do you accept my rules?"
Dawn's feet and legs were now immobilized. She wanted to reach the men, but they were just out of reach. One leaned in to give her a kiss. He had the flavored lube in his mouth and she swallowed it down with his tongue. From somewhere, even though she couldn't move her legs, a long tongue began stroking her groin moving down into her vagina.
The kiss ended and Dawn looked around. The men were out of reach, and now she was incased up to her neck, and could only move her head around. She couldn't look down, but the long tongue was in the encasement stroking and entering and thrusting into her vagina.
"My student make your choice and say your words."
"My Master, Ohhh my master." One of the taller naked guys leaned in and gave her a lube filled deep searing kiss. She licked his tongue and lips as below the large, long tongue entered her, thrusting in and out. She was feeling almost as good as when she screamed during the experiment. And now, it was better, higher, and higher.
"You may speak correctly or you may scream, those are the rules."
Breathing deeply Dawn got ready to say her choice, when, she couldn't stand it any longer and screamed in ecstasy. The tongue inside her gripped in place by her vaginal walls, then continuing to move as they began throbbing and squeezing.
Another hottie came in to give her a flavored kiss and she was still tingling.
"Ride or message?" her Master's voice said.
Dawn was itching to move, her legs trembling, even though they couldn't move far.
She wanted to take an active role in this. The tongue insider her, slowly pulled out.
"My Master, your student wishes to ride. My Master, please."
And she was free, and the nearest hottie was semi-reclined on the sand, his arms and feet pinned down with cuffs. His knees bent, but spread out wide like a butterfly, and his was dick high in a salute leaking precome.
She jumped him, easily getting his dick in and up her vagina, and after a "wuff" they were both chanting together, "My Master, My Master So Good My Master, More My Master."
After a few minutes of this, his cock jumped higher and released its seed. Her hips clamped down, and with a practiced internal muscle move from her own masturbation sessions she squoze and messaged the release as far as it could go, before the hottie softened and could free himself from between her legs.
Dawn looked around. The next hottie was seated in a chair, only his feet bound. She got up in his lap and rode him hard, his rough hands dancing on her back grabbing and squeezing her ass, as they both chanted their thanks and devotions to their Master. As the second hottie came inside her, a rain of flavor and scent came down on her.
The third hottie had also been rained on and was lying on his back, his arms cuffed over his head, but feet and legs free. Dawn positioned herself over his willing cock and slid in, licking the syrup off his chest, moving her hips as he used his legs to push her closer. She grabbed his ass. His flexible legs pulled her closer as she began to rock deeper down his long shaft. She loosened her hold on his ass and he loosened his hold with his legs, and Dawn flexed her knees up and down to get into a rhythm of riding the extra-hard, extra long dick.
Then he put his legs down to help increase his ability to push up and meet her. Dawn rode him, holding on to his buttocks, pinching and grasping the fullest feeling possible. Hot and bothered, but neither of them was there yet. As she brushed her hair out of the way, he started licking her chest, moving on to one breast while she tweaked the other. She rode and rode, and it was feeling so good.
He started chanting first somehow getting wider inside her. "My Master, my Master, so good. More My Master."
Dawn realized that she had been somewhat silent in her concentration. She had been feeling good but she hadn't reached that height from when she was enclosed and being licked. But she was getting there on this big, fat, long dick going ever deeper, the shocks from her nipples making the ride all the better, all the deeper.
"My master. OH God My Master" A little more. "My Master." Almost. "My Master"
Something cool and electric sharp at the back of her neck, just edging on painful mixed with her euphoria and sent her nerves into a frenzy. She screamed as she came. She came long and screamed long, the electric shards pain eventually being all that was left, after the main orgasm ended, just some good tingles left plus that cool, sharp pain for what seemed like several minutes.
"My student." Her Master said right behind her, his hand cupped behind her neck. She turned he was completely dressed. "You have one more ride to satisfy."
"My Master?" She mewled.
"You do not get another choice until you finish your contract with me, unless you want to be punished. Do you want another ride, or do you want me to give you a beating?"
Colorful lights from behind her Master, now standing with his hands at his sides, shined into her eyes, leaving him a dark spot in kaleidoscope of color.
"My Master. Ride." And now the lights stopped. Only the interior beach room and her Master remaining.
"Well, there he is, hard and waiting for you." Her Master pointed at the fourth hottie leaning up against a soft wall, his dick in the ready position.
"My Master?" She said looking between her clothed Master and the hottie ready and waiting for her.
"Go on!"
"My Master, thank you!"
Dawn skipped over and climbed up the ready, hottie bracing her hands on his shoulders, and lowered herself down. She found that she was able to breach the soft, almost mushy wall with her legs, both up against the wall and wrapped around him. He had a dripping, flavored kiss for Dawn, and she rode him with only the sound of their breaths through their noses and their hips and mouths crashed together.
It was so, damn hot this time. It was so all over, and all through her. She was screaming in no time. She didn't want to let go. The aftershocks still in her, and the man below her was still hard and pumping into her, to her satisfaction.
"What do you say, my student." Her Master stood patiently and impassively near by.
"My Master my master! Thank you my master."
"Now, would you like to train to be a hostess for Your Master and have fun like this every night?"
"My Master?"
"You have a choice right now. You can get a message on your back and well, in places you never knew could feel so good, if you would like to train to be a hostess, or you can go back to you drab life, forgetting most of this delicious dream? What will it be? Are you a thinker? Can you think while you get your pleasure? Or are you a sheep, destined to be someone's toy?"
"My Master, hostess."
"Very well, my hostess-in-training. Hop up on the table for your back message."
"My Master, yes My Master."
"Now the rules of the game are such: while you are training and when you are a hostess you are to instruct these rules."
"Are you listening, my hostess-in training?"
Dawn had jumped up on the table and laid down on her stomach. "My Master, yes My Master."
"You are very bright hostess-in-training."
"My Master, yes my master."
"Very good. I need you to repeat the following. 'My Master of my own free will I shall follow your rules. My Master I want to make you happy.' Got that?"
"My Master, yes. My Master of my own free will I shall follow your rules. My Master, I want to make you happy."
"Very good, my little hostess."
"My Master of my own free will I shall follow your rules. My Master, I want to make you happy."
"Good. Now turn your head so it is supported, and your neck is relaxed with good posture."
Dawn looked down into a little chamber for her head with colored lights that flashed. Her back was messaged and her nerves were still easy to arouse from her earlier activities. A donut pillow was put underneath her hips to lift them up, but still allow a light breeze to pass over her mounds and vagina.
"My hostess, are you thirsty? Would you like something to drink?"
"My Master yes, my master."
An opening in the chamber where her face was, and a long, obviously plastic colorful dildo rose to meet her mouth, spurting fluid upward.
"Open your mouth and let it in."
She did, it was cool and marvelous. And what made it even better was as she sucked, her vagina was fingered and her anus was rimmed with a gentle, long probing tongue; and her back was stroked in rhythm. Upward, upward, higher, higher. She screamed and nearly gagged on the dildo in her mouth, which had "come" when she did, spurting up a fountain of liquid for her to swallow. Her entire nerves were in ecstasy.
"My hostess?"
The dildo retreated. She could talk again.
"My Master?"
"Front door or back door?"
"My Master, what?"
"This is part of your training to be my hostess. The rules which you have agreed to include that you can ask for more, or you may scream. At various points you will be given a choice, but until then… and here is you choice, my hostess. Remember how you rode four of my hosts?"
"My Master more my master?"
"Yes my hostess. Well now I have some hot erect penises of my patrons and minions that need to be satisfied. And you are my hostess. So you have a choice. Remember to use your words right or you will be punished severely. Do you understand my hostess?"
Dawn's shoulders were pinned down tightly against the table, but she was still being messaged, rimmed and shallowly tongue fucked. All of her tingled so good all over, even somehow, now, each of her breasts and nipples were being messaged and stimulated, despite the fact she was prone on a table. Well, if her head was in a special chamber, maybe her breasts were too.
The tongues retreated, and her vagina and groin were humming, but unattended, and her buttocks were being messaged and scratched.
"My Master, more my master."
"Good hostess. Front door or back door."
It was a dream, right? "My Master, your hostess wants both."
"That is an acceptable answer my hostess." Her calves were pinned down and the table shifted so that she was in a vertical position.
A slicked finger entered her anus and began rubbing while a hard penis rocked into her vagina.
"My Master yes, My Master so good." The penis came quickly and was replaced by another. A second finger breached her back channel. This time the penis in her vagina was taking its time, the person attached to it pounding against the table, causing her world to shake, while another hard, slicked penis entered her rear channel. It was full and unusual, as they thrusted in and out, never quite leaving her. Both cocks were in her, expanding, thrusting, going deeper. Filling her fuller, and it was beyond anything she had experienced before, her own juices reacting, hardly needing any of the lube that was standard in her Master's game world.
"My Master, more. Oh god. My Master, My Master My Master."
Soon she was screaming and screaming in pleasure as one hard dripping cock replaced the other in a seemingly unending sequence until she passed. Out.
She awoke lying dressed in purple sarong with a white flower print, alone at the fake indoor beach, except for her Master still fully dressed looking at her pensively.
"My Master?"
"My Hostess. I need to ask you a question before we proceed, before you are given more choices, more pleasure or more training. Do you understand, my hostess?"
"My Master yes. My Master more."
"All in good time."
"Tell me about your necklace, Dawn."
"My Master? I am your hostess."
"I understand my hostess, but you are also Dawn."
"Course, I am. This is a dream after all."
"My Dawn you broke a rule, I will have to punish you later at a time and in a manner of my own choosing. Do you understand this?"
"My Master, yes. My master had a question?" She was just a little pissed. Through all her pleasure and ecstasy her background as a linguist had kept her "in character" for the game rules. Now she had broken rule as her Master made the game more complicated. She needed to answer her Masters question.
"My Dawn. My hostess. Tell me about your necklace."
Dawn touched it. "My Master it is magical and bespelled."
"Obviously. Tell me something I don't know."
"My Master, the most powerful Wicca on earth created it for me to protect me from evil magic stuff."
"And why is that?"
"My Master my sister is the slayer, the one girl in all the world to. Do you know the myth of Sineya's daughters, my Master?"
"My Dawn. My Hostess. I know this myth. But did you know that the slayer is always an only child?"
"My Master. The slayer is my sister and the most powerful Wicca on earth, Willow the red, is her bestest friend."
"Be that as it may, it does create a problem. Which I solved tonight by allowing you to be my hostess instead of fashioning you into my instrument. You are and will remain a person and not be an object. My Dawn. But you are my hostess. Part of being my hostess means your desires will be fulfilled more than any ordinary human could ever experience. Do you understand?"
"My Master it sounds like a problem that isn't a problem. My Master. My Master is all broody McBrooderson, but you wouldn't be able to get this close to me for this long if My Master was evil. Master, you're my Master," Dawn concluded with delight.
"My Dawn, my hostess. Nothing in this dream world is magic. It is all science in one form or another. I can sense magic, just barely, but it is not a part of my science. My Dawn, my hostess. What else does your charm do?"
"My Master it lets Willow know when I'm in danger of evil and magic or if something bad happened to me."
"My Dawn. Let me be frank with you. We are going to be returning to your dorm room 10 minutes after you left it. During that time you were physically in the dream world and not in your dormitory. The place you are now where we are outside of time. The game can sometimes be in the real world and sometimes be in the dream-world that's why I need hosts and hostesses for when the game is in the real world. Do you understand?"
"My Master I think I do."
"Now I don't expect you to do anything for me in the real world, or mention the game. Until you are fully trained my hostess. Do you understand?"
"My Master, I think I do."
"My Dawn I will tell you more of my plans for the real world later. And now you have another choice."
"My Master?"
"Of your own free will, I want you to choose between another round of messages and other good feelings, bringing you higher and higher to ecstasy; or if you want to return to you room now you may. But before you choose, you must know that I do owe you some punishment for breaking a rule. I could punish you by sending you home with no memory of this and no chance of this happening again…."
"My Master, more my Master, MY master more game, more hostess my master."
"All right my hostess, if you really want to continue you must agree to all of my rules, that includes some hypnosis so you cannot reveal what you have learned. Do you agree of your own free will, my hostess?"
"My Master your hostess agrees. MY Master of my own free will I wish to have more training. My Master more massage. MY master more. MY master I of course agree to all of your rules."
"Including a light compulsion where you cannot tell about this, my Dawn. Do you agree of this of your own free will?"
"My master please. My master more. MY master my will."
"Then it shall be done, my Dawn. My hostess." He drew her up to her feet, not touching any erogenous zones, and shined a stick with some pretty colors into her eyes. The music and the waves started, and there were eager naked wanting hotties. 10 this time for her to climb on and fuck, and enjoy calling out to and thanking their Master for this training period.
"Answer the phone." Her Master said.
Dawn was in her dorm room the phone ringing. Her alarm clock radio playing softly it was 7:11 PM. She read the caller ID and opened the phone. "Willow?"
Willow babbled her worry, something about Dawn disappearing. "I'm right here Willow. I don't know maybe it was the mystical equivalent of sunspots? I've been here all evening. Just getting ready to take a shower, actually." And Willow was calmed. Dawn meanwhile remembered several hours of euphoria and missed its near constant thrusting and jangling to her senses.