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Subject: {ASSM} "Awakening" by Iago (MC, F/F, Fdom, NC)
Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2001 12:10:02 -0400
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Awakening

by Iago (iago_72@yahoo.com)

Disclaimer:

This story is copyrighted by Iago (c) 2001
This story contains mind control and erotic/sexual situations.
Please refrain from reading if you are offended by this, and/or
under legal age in your area.

Codes : MC, F/F, Fdom, NC

Note to readers: for those interested in additional story
background, Lisa, Anita and Judy are first featured in 'Slumber'
(http://www.geocities.com/Iago_72/Main/Stories/Slumber/slumber.ht
ml)


####


Alison's breathing was as shallow as the pond that held her
thoughts. She blinked her dazed eyes and glimpsed her purpose
through a whisper of inspiration that had everything to do with
the heat that simmered from her freshly licked pussy. She could
still feel the tongue, stroking her with loving care, parting her
and thrusting gently inside her. Through it all, her quaking hips
continued their dance, pressing back against the mouth that was
feasting on her soul. She hadn't made a sound when the climax
erupted in her, the myriad of colors behind her closed eyes
melting into unknowable shapes.

She came to speak in unearthly voice, the afterglow of her cum
drenching her thighs with the heat and lust.

*The Dream is all of you... it is your beginning... it is the
reflection that lies beyond the shadows... the Dream is what you
are...*

She heard the plaintive moan beside her before realizing her
fingers were brushing someone else's. The gesture seemed natural,
meaningful somehow. She made her caress a gentle one, and more of
her juices ran down the insides of her legs as her thoughts gave
form to the words that passed her lips.

*The Dream is your Mistress... the Mistress is your Dream...
there is no escaping it because you have no wish to escapeit...*

The world swirled around her, dipped at an odd angle, sweeping
unhurriedly by as she swung towards the soft moans. Nothingness
assaulted her sight, pulling thoughts from her mind and drawing
them forth into the beyond, until the form of delicate
gracefulness coalesced next to her.

Alison trembled in the pleasure of loving brushes, that sparked
like electricity through their fingertips.

The girl was not quite as tall as she was. The golden highlights
of her hair were cropped short. Her round, expressionless eyes
were the color of pure sky over the sea.

They shared a touch again. The girl moaned deeply this time.
Alison could tell she hungered for more secrets.

*The Dream is all you wish... it is all you are... it is Life and
Truth... to deny it is to deny yourself...*

The shivers ran all over the girl's peachy-white skin. Her bosom
rose and fell to the sound of tiny gasps. She jolted as
adventurous fingers began to run up and down her arm.

Alison *felt* the Truth beginning to settle inside the girl's
mind, heard it in the muted words that passed her lips. She
watched her breathlessly repeat everything she had said, reveling
in the spectacle of enlightenment.

Alison glanced downwards and beheld-

*Judy?*

Her eyes didn't waver, didn't *blink* as she fell deeper inside
the Dream. She smiled as the *right* thoughts surfaced in her
mind.

*Dreammistresssss...*

The woman was kneeling patiently between the girl's legs, her
chin still slick with the lust she had savored from Alison. Her
back was arched, her shoulders thrown back as she raised herself.
A pointed tongue darted past her lips, flicking under a soft
patch of blond curls.

The air around them was filled with high-pitched echoes.

*Yessss...* Alison's otherworldly voice whispered to the girl
being licked beside her, *The Dream is upon you now... it is
taking you... shaping you... you have no wish to resist it... it
is filling you with revelation...*

This time they moaned together. Alison's nipples throbbed
painfully. She was helping the girl now, sharing her
understanding of the Dream... filling another with desire and
obedience.

All struggle was in vain. The girl began to quake as
Dreammistress' honey-dipped tongue sought her clit once more,
lashing it and causing her to wail as the orgasm shattered
through her with unimaginable ferocity. Every part of her
screamed her surrender, her cunt flooding its pleasure in the
waiting mouth that relished of it avidly. Her voice became raw as
the climaxes rumbled in quick succession, her incoherent cries
struggling to escape as she fought to suck air.

Alison watched in awe as the girl became still for long instants.
Her body became rigid, her hands falling loosely by her sides.
Her eyes shone with the gift of Dreammistress' vision, and her
lips trembled when she spoke the very words that echoed Alison's
mind.

*The Dream is all of me... it is my beginning... it is the
reflection that lies beyond the shadows... the Dream is what I
am...*

Tears of joy greeted the moment of ascension, and Alison's
fingers sought her own wellspring as the shadows around them
crept forward to claim them.


####


"Fret, fret, fret, Aly. That's all you do."

Alison managed an incoherent groan towards Lisa's bedroom just
around the corner, steadying herself on the sink with a hand
while downing a few advils with a glass of water. Then she worked
her thumb and index on the bridge of her nose, and prayed for
miraculous results. She sneered at her disheveled reflection when
the marching band stuck between her ears adamantly refused to go
away.

She swore under her breath, cursing the fact that she hadn't
dropped out of the study group for the evening. She glanced at
the surroundings, taking a moment to envy the spacious apartment
bathroom that was unlike anything she enjoyed back at her dorm,
and briefly contemplated hopping into the half-filled tub with a
hairdryer. Whatever circle of hell she'd end up in, it would
certainly not match the horrible fate she was condemned to if she
remained on the prime material plane as an undergraduate student
in comparative literature.

She was at a loss to explain why the universe had suddenly
conspired to make her nights dreadful. People were beginning to
notice the bags under her eyes, and the dopey quality of her
smile. The woman staring back at her in the mirror seemed a far
cry from the spirited, cultivated and cheery student who had
breezed in on campus months ago, on the wings of a state
scholarship. The breakneck pace of intense college studies was an
environment in which Alison thrived... she was single but
upbeat... her teachers were impressed with the quality of her
work... there simply was no way to explain her bouts of nocturnal
restlessness, and the residual angst she felt from fading dreams
she could never quite remember.

Lisa briskly appeared behind her, a brown-haired sprite filling
her side of the mirror with a beaming face. Alison immediately
noticed the carefully applied eyeshadow, a subtle shade of golden
brown enhanced with dashes of glitter. The glossy lipstick was
much more of an attention grabber, echoing Lisa's striking use of
blusher, and the rich auburn tones of her tousled page-boy cut.

"So, sweetie," Lisa prompted, "how do I look?"

Alison's reply was lost as she caught a glimpse of the
semi-transparent tie-up shirt that wrapped neatly over Lisa's
tube top, and the denim skirt that circled low on her friend's
hips. She quickly fought to regain her composure, snapping her
eyes back in the mirror. Her annoyance raised a notch when she
met her friend's mischievous smile.

"I seem to remember a few people that are supposed to met us
here," Alison countered flatly, trying hard not to sound irate.
She still found the will to focus on her GPA even though her head
had been screwed on backwards these last few days; Lisa's
insouciant attitude was vexing to say the least.

The brunette pouted in mock disappointment. "Toni and Jane are
doing fine studying by themselves. Lillian is just a stress puppy
before the exams. I've taken the liberty to call them and tell
them to take a night off.

"They can all afford it," she added, "and so can *we.*"

Her eyes met Aly's in a sultry look that screamed *just you and
me.* Then, she blew a kiss in the mirror.

Alison's eyebrows jumped in surprise at the less-than-subtle
signal. Funny thoughts skittered in her brain before the mental
*ick,* and the characteristic chills that she kept to herself for
the sake of political correctness.

She'd heard Toni mumble a thing or two about Lisa and Anita over
the last few weeks, but had dismissed her ditzy friend's
speculation as the nonsense it was, especially since Anita was
making herself very scarce around the apartment. Lisa had told
her all about her roommate's involvement in Judy's
university-sponsored psych-study, including how the busy schedule
of clinical trials on volunteers from the student population had
led to her absence from the apartment on most nights. Lisa had
offered Alison the extra room a few nights a week since they were
both cramming in addition to the study groups anyway. There had
been no 'odd' moments to speak of in all the times she'd crashed
over.

*Besides. Lisa into girls? Please.*

"Well?" Lisa pressed.

"Err... I suppose we do need a break, but I'd rather stay in, if
it's all the same."

She meant it. There was a buzz between her temples, and a queasy
discomfort as her eyes found themselves wandering in the mirror
again. Then came the guilty thrill as she inhaled Lisa's scent,
and her eyes watered a little when she took in too much. The
sudden rush of euphoria caught her by surprise, and she let it
efface the concerns and queer impressions she couldn't quite make
out.

Lisa was touching her wrist, caressing it with a casual finger.

It felt nice.

She didn't yelp when she began to tip backwards. Her legs had
gone stiff, and a hand held her back firmly.

"Why don't you Dream your little dreamy dream, mmm?" Lisa
whispered hotly in her ear.

A jumble of thoughts swelled in Alison's head. *Oooh, ick yuck
lesbian* she giggled. Lips were kissing their way down her neck,
but she cared only for the finger-play that sparked hot lust
straight up her arm.

"I really would like you to come along tonight," Lisa beseeched
in a fuck-me voice.

*Hot pussy dreams cunt wet lick* Aly thought fleetingly. "Nooo...
I... think I'll-"

"Come," Lisa hissed, "You'll cooooooome."

Alison whimpered when her friend's fingers left her wrist to slip
inside her pants and underneath the rubber band of her underwear.
Somewhere along the way, she realized she was dripping wet.

A flash of light exploded in the mirror, and stole the rest of
her thoughts.


####


Jade green burned her eyes -- and was gone.

Splotches of yellow melted away, and Alison felt the bass thump
against her chest before she heard it. The beat was making her
hips swing lasciviously, and her hands drifted to her black
dress, feeling the mesh that stretched under it.

She had come here before. She glanced about, remembering. She
*knew* this Dream.

She was dancing in a sea of spinning lights. Metal screeched an
electric sound and she made it her own, her voice rising up to
join the chant, howling the lust than consumed her.

She *loved* this Dream.

Kathleen looked dazed, powerless inside the moving shadows. Other
bodies pressed around them, the scent of sweat and excitement
sweeping the crowd into a frenzy. Alison's hands roamed blatantly
over her breasts before lifting into the air, and sliding back
down around her prey's neck. She felt comfortable pulling the
girl to her, and smiled through the tongue-kiss as she felt token
resistance yield to her wanton lips.

*Kathleen needs to Dream now... it is her beginning... it is the
reflection that lies beyond the shadows..*

Alison lifted a knee and swung it over the girl's hip while
Lisa's instructions still echoed in her mind, louder than the
music that guided her flurry of steps. The short hem of her dress
rose with her leg, and she sighed softly in Kathleen's mouth when
her wet pussy lips kissed the other's naked thigh.

*The Dream is Kathleen's Mistress...* Lisa had told her, *The
Mistress is Kathleen's Dream... there is no escaping it because
she has no wish to escape it...*

Neither of them were wearing panties. Alison shifted in
mid-sweep, keeping the two of them balanced as they sashayed off
the dance floor. She straddled Kathleen's right leg between her
own, the inside of their thighs touching at last.

The girl was dripping as much as she was. Alison resisted the
urge to fall to her knees and lick their mingling juices right
off Kathleen's leg. Instead, she drew her in a classic dip and
kissed her, sucking her bottom lip for long moments, before
coming back up for air. The Dream was for them alone, and barely
anyone took notice of the pair lusting against each other. No one
bothered to track them as they pranced off to the ladies' corner
hand-in-hand, towards the far back of the club.

Kathleen's brow was strained with effort as she struggled to
gather herself. She was panting hard, her lips glowing and
colored with Aly's lipstick. Her hand was weak inside her
friend's hand, but her feet refused to stop, the fire inside her
increasing with every step.

Aly drew her into the bathroom.

Lisa was there. Waiting with the others.

Her eyes were *green.*

Bright.

*Jaded swirls, inside her irises...*

The other girls had lined up prettily, facing the stretch of
mirrors suspended over the sinks. They were dressed to kill.
Powder blue tank tops matched with black leather pants, hot silk
chemises with polyester flares. They stood rigidly, obeying the
swirls in Lisa's eyes.

Aly was moaning through the words before she even knew it, hers
but one voice along with Kathleen's and the others.

"The Dream is all we wish... it is all we are... it is Life and
Truth... to deny it is to deny ourselves..."

Three of the girls were fingering themselves. One of them leaned
against a stall and spread herself wide. One hand pulled her
striped-patterned skirt while she played with her labia. It took
her mere seconds to collapse in the throes of an orgasm. Tiny
drops of her juices dribbled on her velvet stilettos.

Alison ran a sparkling nail against the pale hairs of Kathleen
skin, up and down her wrist.

"The Dream is upon us... shaping us..."

Aly's voice rose in pitch, clear above the symphony of
unfathomable lust. She could feel all of the other girls drawn
deeper into the chorus. Kathleen was joining them in mesmerized
recitation. Their minds were starving for guidance, their lips
forming the words, falling into the blissful deliverance Lisa and
Alison were offering them...

Alison shut her eyes and hoped the Dream would never end.


####


The nights stretched on, filled with dark bliss.

Alison's fingers played as she slept. She would ascend into the
Dream, letting the pleasure carry her. Sometimes, it began with
her leaving the dorms, strolling to Lisa's apartment, walking in
a daze through deserted streets. Anita's room was always empty,
save for the sounds she made when she laid on the bed, letting
her probing fingers sink her deeper in slumber.

She found she could open her eyes *inside* the Dream.

Lisa was always in bed with her when she did. She held a tiny box
loosely in her fingers. It made a little whine when it exploded
light in Alison's eyes.

She would ask questions, forgetting her words even as she spoke
them, and Lisa would nod with a gracious smile. "Soon, soon,
little dreamslut."

Alison lived for those moments. She could never bear the lust and
joy for very long. Her body yearned for the incessant flow of
orgasms, but it was too much for her mind to absorb.

She was sure Lisa's box was telling her to forget. It made her
wet to think she could be made to forget.

Lisa would often notice. She would put the box away, and fingers
would join Alison's and play with her pussy. Slipping inside her.
Softly. Caressing. Giving her a taste of what was to come...
whispering the will of Dreammistress to her.

A voice inside her was shrieking in horror, but it was always
silent after Lisa made her lick her honey-coated fingers.


####


The dorm showers were in passable condition, and afforded little
privacy, but one could still pick out a decent and quiet spot
this early in the morning.

The whine of the shower head alone was enough to bother Alison.
She had compensated with a douche of ice water, resting her hands
against the shining, pearl-gray ceramic tiles while her body
suffered under the cold assault.

She'd barely slept in three days. She stirred come morning,
wrapped in sweaty sheets, with slick lips and fingers. She
couldn't quite make out the images that faded with sleep, but her
body was always ready for a hard cum. She couldn't even resist
the urge to play with herself anymore.

Her nipples were rock-hard under the spray of water. She tweaked
one, and felt a flush of warmth under her touch.

She'd been twenty minutes in the showers. She hadn't even touched
the soap.

She leaned on a towel-handle. Her hand went around her slippery
backside, and she began to finger herself from behind. A stray of
water shot directly down and teased her clit for an instant. She
groaned and shifted to her right, until the cold blast began to
massage her whole cunt.

Not *all* the glimpses of her dreams vanished when she awoke. She
still saw Lisa's face in some of them.

She didn't know exactly when she had begun thinking that
fantasizing about Lisa made her pussy *hot,* but she knew how
wrong it was. It only made her scream harder when she came.

She moaned like a bitch in heat, and it reverberated in the maze
of stalls. She wondered if someone was up at this hour. Her
cheeks became red with embarrassment when she realized some of
the girls in the dorm might hear. Come. Watch.

Her fingers wouldn't mind that at all.


####


"Ms. Chilvers?"

The duty nurse at the college clinic stood in the door, clipboard
in hand, circling the waiting room with a glance. A wearied
Alison perked up nervously and rose to her feet when the woman
motioned to her with a professional smile, and held the door open
for her while she entered the small examination room.

Alison glanced about, a little intimidated by the confined
surroundings. A small desk was pushed in one corner, next to a
cushioned examination table. Various anatomy charts were hung
about, and a massive cabinet showed a distorted metallic
reflection as the nurse passed it. She took a seat on a swivel
chair, and motioned to an empty one beside it.

Alison hugged herself and took small steps to it.

A tag hung from the breast pocket of the nurse's uniform. It read
"Lampton, M. H."

"Well, dear, What seems to be the problem?"

*I have no wish to resist the Dream... it fills me with
revelation*

"Well... sleep, mostly," Alison answered weakly. "I can't seem to
get any these days."

"How long have you had this problem? Do you have any idea what
might be causing it?"

Lisa dreamslut fuck cunt lips pussy hot

"I-I'm not sure. It's been a couple of weeks now."

"Well, dear," the nurse offered with a sympathetic nod, "I'll
just need you to fill this questionnaire first. I'll need you to
be as candid and straightforward as possible."

Mmm blonde yes listen watch eyes blue soft fingers playing pussy

"'kay."

The nurse smiled as she slipped a standard patient form on her
clipboard, before handing it over to Alison. She didn't pay much
mind to the way the young lady's eyes lingered on her uniform as
she did.

The smooth polyester ripples swept down to a simple mid-thigh
skirt, but nurse's legs were wrapped in delicate sheer stockings,
and she dallied one of her jet-black princess heel shoes loosely
with the tip of her toe. Alison forced herself to focus on the
form, scarcely looking at the questions before checking the empty
boxes .

*Foot sex hot kneel cum stocking legs sticky tongue lick hard
clit*

Aly crossed her legs, and did her best to ignore the shiver.

Nurse Lampton was still smiling when the questionnaire was
completed. She took  it and gave it a quick once-over.

Alison sucked air and flushed. *Did she just wink at me??*

"Ah. Yes. We seem to be encountering these particular symptoms
quite a bit as of late. A lot of girls have been coming to me
with the same problem. I don't think it's anything to worry
about."

"Shouldn't... I mean... can you recommend a specialist? I really
need to see someone about this."

Nurse Lampton ran a hand through her hair and settled back into
her chair. "I know you need to see someone, Alison. Tell me about
the dreams you've been having as of late,"

Aly's breath caught in her throat. She hadn't scribbled anything
of the sort on the form.

"Dream? What are you talking about?"

Her tone was much too defensive, and she winced inwardly. Nurse
Lampton found this amusing.

"There's always an adjustment period, and the process needs to be
fine-tuned for everyone... I used to worry, but I came to
understand eventually. We all do.

"It's perfectly all right dear. Dreaming your Dream is the proper
thing to do. You're doing juuuust fine..."

Aly cringed, feeling like she was dropping inside an elevator.
She barely flinched when Nurse Lampton reached over and took her
hand.

Serve worship Dreammistress  cuuuummmm

"Don't cry, dear. You're almost there..."

Alison fought back the tears, and didn't resist when Nurse
Lampton pulled her to her feet. Their fingers remained
intertwined as their lips met, and Alison swooned for a fraction
of eternity while bolts of pleasure coursed from the tip of her
tongue all the way down to her clit.

The Dream was filling her mind again.

She blinked and found herself on her knees, frigging herself
madly when the stars finally dissipated. Her whole body was on
fire. She needed to submit. She needed to Dream.

She needed to *cum.*

Nurse Lampton watched over her, whimpering as she held a phone
receiver to her ear.

"Yes... yeeesss... Dreammistress... I hear and obey..."

She kept twisting her nipples fiercely through her tunic every
time she agreed with the voice on the phone.

Her eyes became flutters of white and her thighs pressed
together.

"I w-will bring her... at once... yes... uuhhhhhgghh..."

Alison watched breathlessly as the voice on the phone ordered
Nurse Lampton to climax, and she made squeals of her own as she
worked a third finger inside her soaked slit.


####


The pulses tingled under the skin on both sides of Alison's head,
carried by blue and red wires interlaced as they led to the
contact pads. The young woman purred along with the various
machines that had been wheeled over and around her chair, without
a thought to fight against the restraints that kept her firmly
seated. A nearby EEG/ECG machine dutifully monitored her vitals
as she stared blankly into the stroboscopic unit that was placed
two feet away from her, at level height with her eyes.

The sting of the injections had gone from her left arm. Her legs
had drifted apart. A dozen more wires, all red, snaked up
underneath the hem of her skirt. Her hips occasionally jolted,
but the thick leather strap that tightened around the underside
of her breasts kept her from slouching.

She was lost in the repetitive bursts of light. Her pupils
twitched in a rhythmic pattern similar to REM. She could have
been daydreaming of electric sheep.

The flashes ceased abruptly. The strobe unit was pulled away.
Alison's eyes searched for something to latch on, and a small
sigh escaped her lips as Judy strolled into view.

The white jacket hung loosely on her, the top buttons undone to
her midriff, low enough to reveal a generous view of her
cleavage, barely concealed by the apple-green v-blouse she wore
underneath.

She eyed Alison with pursed lips. A hint of glare reflected in
the lenses of her black-rimmed glasses.

"Look to your right, Alison. Tell me who you see."

Alison complied sluggishly. She held her breath as she beheld a
blank-faced Lisa prepped on obscenely high heels. Her legs were
spread, her hands firmly on her hips. Pairs of leather bands were
tightly pulled around her arms and thighs, and another one drawn
around her neck. Her nipples were puffed and swollen, and Alison
saw moistness dribbling from her bare pussy.

"I see a dreamslut. I see the bearer of Truth, she who has
brought me understanding," Aly replied with wanton admiration.

"How will you reward her for leading you into the Dream?" Judy
asked.

Alison's hips twitched again. The EEG/ECG registered sharp spikes
as she uttered a long moan.

"I want to worship her pussy with my mouth. I want to lick her to
a thousand cums. I want to fuck her ass with my tongue."

"Very good," Judy observed, pausing to lick her lips. "Now I want
you to look to your left, and tell me who you see."

Alison obeyed once again. The wires shifted with the languid
movement of her head.

"dreaaaamsluuut," she hissed hotly, when she glimpsed Nurse
Lampton, standing by near one of the machine consoles. The woman
kept a hand on the operating panel, but the other had sunk
underneath her slacks, the shape of her fingers working fervently
underneath a very visible soaked spot.

"How will you reward *her* for bringing you to me?"

"I-I'll fill her pussy with my fingers," Alison proclaimed
dreamily. "I'll play with her and suck on her tongue while she
cums on my hand."

Judy nodded with a gratified air. "And who, pray tell, am I, my
dear Alison?"

Alison's stare snapped forward. She fought against the
restraints, the orgasm rippling hard inside her.

"Dreammistressss," she whispered passionately, "She who gifts
with the Dreaming. She who wakes our minds and souls to the
Truth."

Judy's smile was one of pure satisfaction.

Alison bucked in the chair, riding a second climax... and
another.

"Confess all of your Dreams to me," Judy whispered, " and let me
make them real for you..."


####


Jane and Lillian were grinning widely. They had done a good job
on the restraints, and Toni wouldn't get off the bed anytime
soon. Jane had cum twice as they hindered her struggling and
pried her legs wide, and Lillian had quickly secured her side of
things before hopping over and gluing her mouth to her fellow
dreamslut's pussy.

They had been easy to take. Lisa had already lured Jane halfway
into the Dream when Alison claimed them.

Toni's muffled screams barely escaped her gag. Alison had taken
no chance, scheduling a study session in the apartment and
borrowing the key from Lisa. Work would go on without
interruption.

Toni pulled uselessly against her bonds, trying to control her
fear as Alison climbed on the mattress from the foot of the bed.
She wasn't quite the picture of the giddy, absentminded sorority
girl anymore.

"Don't worry, dear," she assured her friend, "We all have our
secret little Dreams. My eyes are opened now. So are Jane's and
Lillian's. You can see how serving me pleases them... you'll
enjoy it too..."

She moved like a cat, creeping forward on the bed.

"I live the Dream now, Toni. Lisa and Anita have been here for
some time. They have labored with Dreammistress to further
understanding in others. I will help them now. I live to make
more dreamsluts for her... it's my most cherished Dream...

"You will discover yours soon, Toni... very soon..."

Toni's desperate struggle was cut short as Jane held the flashbox
over her eyes. The pattern of light swam inside her, and her
whole body slumped.

Jane and Lillian began the chant at once. "The Dream is all of
you, Toni... it is your beginning... it is the reflection that
lies beyond the shadows... the Dream is what you are..."

Alison's lips twisted into a grin as she settled between Toni's
legs. She waited a few seconds while the dreamsluts she commanded
poured the Truth of Dreammistress in Toni's helpless mind, and
then began teasing her clit out of its hood with her tongue.

The tremors from the dreamslut-to-be shook the entire bed when
her first come seared the glory of awakening in her soul. Lillian
and Jane continued to recite the words, breaking her resistance
with every syllable. It wasn't long before Toni fought the
restraints to ride her cunt hard against Aly's mouth, hungering
for the endless ecstasy of ascension.

Alison tasted her surrender, and smiled.


-Fin-

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