Chapter 104 Erika's Dream
After dinner, Doctor Kauffmann had given Erika a mild sedative to help
her sleep. She had protested a bit, despite the soreness in much of her body,
because the long, steamy bath had been remarkably soothing, and because she
hated to lose the tenuous grip on reality that she had only recently begun to
regain.
But the doctor, wearing his genial smile, had insisted, after warning
her that opiates, even mild ones, can sometimes have the effect of inducing
strange dreams. But in her case, he pointed out, any dreams, no matter how
bizarre-seeming they might be, might possibly provide a clue to her identity.
And indeed, Erika's troubled sleep that night was populated by a series
of dark visions. In the first such dream she found herself adrift on the
smooth, glassy surface of a brilliant lake. But her skin was not cool like the
lake's waters, but was scorched by a blazing sun from which there was no escape.
When the vision of the lake faded, she found herself blindfolded,
suspended from heavy iron chains, stretched into a taut, trembling X, while
two pairs of hands, one strong and masculine, the other soft and feminine
stroked her nude body. The hands explored every inch of her sun-warmed body
thoroughly, teasingly, until the nerve endings in her flesh were aroused to the
very pinnacle of passion.
But then the possessor of the soft feminine hands began to use her
hawk-like talons to rake down the delicate skin of Erika's back, buttocks and
thighs, even as her male counterpart thrust his ardent phallus into her
suspended body with powerful, punishing strokes.
After a time those unseen figures melted away and Erika was transported
to yet another place, a banquet. Only she herself was the banquet, a banquet of
erotic pleasure for a group of Asian men with cruel eyes and crueler hands. But
the faces of these men were nothing like the hearty, animated Chinese faces she
had seen in the throngs she had watched from her window earlier in the day. The
eyes of the men who encircled her were cold, dark, and merciless as they
stripped her to the waist and bound her hands behind her back. Then they passed
her from one man to the other, one man holding her by her pinioned arms, while
his neighbor in the sadistic circle slapped her naked breasts.
Her assailants began began with short, compact, almost gentle spanks that
caused her breasts to jiggle gently and her nipples to tingle with arousal.
At first the blows were relatively mild, but each man seemed bound by a pitiless
code of honor to try to do outdo those who had gone before him.
Soon the playful swats escalated into stinging slaps that left the cruel
imprint of aggressive fingers on her tender globes. By the time she had been
passed around the perimeter of pain three times, the tears of suffering that
streamed down her cheeks and throat had begun to christen her coral-crested
mounds.
That alluring sight served only to whet the appetite of her attackers for
their savage sport, and each man seemed to redouble his efforts, as one by one
they smacked her tear-moistened treasures until her pink-blushing globes began
to take on a crimson glow.
When at last she had managed to spin away from those heartless faces and
merciless hands, she was in yet another place, still bound, but this time to a
gleaming black pedestal. Atop of which stood a strange little gnome. But this
gnome was no good-natured kobold from German folklore, but rather a menacing
little man with an evil-looking whip. Erika turned away from him fearfully,
but the gnome leapt down from the column and lashed out with the whip, leaving a
scalding stripe of pain across her bare shoulders.
A plaintive cry of anguish rose up from deep in Erika's throat, and a
scream rang out, waking her from her troubled sleep. But it was not her own
voice that had cried out.
Erika sat upright in bed woozily and strained to hear the voice again. She
thought she had heard a woman's voice call out "N-no ... please ... " followed
by a second cry of pain and a single blunt "Schweig!!" from an angry male voice.
Erika shook her head, trying to clear it, waiting breathlessly in the
darkness for a few minutes, straining to hear the disembodied voices should they
come again. But all was silence and she concluded that the voice had come to
her in her own dream, and she soon fell back among her pillows.
She fell asleep again quickly, but this time it was not of strange visions
that she dreamed, but rather of Dr Kauffmann and the benign smile he had given
her when he had administered the injection to help her sleep.
