Chapter 17: I... I'm your sex toy
"No, I won't do it."
Julia looked up at Michael. "Maybe you should just make him eat his cock?"
"No!" Mickey wailed. "Okay, okay, I'll do it." He started blubbering again, so Julia stuffed the towel back in his mouth.
Julia and Michael walked over to where Kelly was standing. "He won't bother you again," Michael told her. "You wanna keep a hold of this?" He held up the towel containing Mickey's privates.
Kelly grimaced. "Yuck, no! He's a lot less frightening like that. To think I used to be terrified of him."
"I guess we'll be going," Michael said.
"I'll walk Kelly home," Julia said. "You need to go see Lucy. She was very upset this afternoon."
"Oh, err, okay. Sure you don't want me to come with you?"
Julia leaned over so that her mouth was beside Michael's ear. "I still haven't forgiven you, and you need to spend some time with Lucy. Oh, and Kelly here owes me a really good tongue bath."
Michael sighed and, with a sad smile, faded out of the dreamscape.
"Now then, Kelly," Julia said, "which way to your bedroom, I mean, apartment."
Michael found Lucy in her bedroom on the astral plane. She was crying and, he realised was not dreaming because she was barely half asleep. Her mind was tossing and turning over the events of the day, and her body was tossing and turning with it.
"Lucy?" He got no response. "Lucy? Can you hear me?" Still nothing. He guessed her mind was only half in the astral plane. Concentrating, he pushed both of them up and into the dream world.
They appeared on a beach of pure, white, coral sand under a palm tree. The beach stretched away to the left and right. Behind them scrub undergrowth gradually became thick jungle. A warm, tropical sea lapped on the shore a dozen yards away. Lucy, now dressed in a white, halter-necked gown, was still sobbing. She took no notice of the new surroundings and, when Michael approached her, she turned her back on him.
"Lucy, I... really need to talk to you about what happened."
"G-go away. If you d-don't want me anymore, that's fine, but leave me alone."
This statement came as something of a surprise to Michael. He had assumed that she was upset because of what he had done to Julia, but this was obviously a bit more complicated than that.
"I, um, don't understand, Lucy. What do you mean?"
She turned an angry face on him and when she spoke, her voice was raised and hysterical. "You weren't paying attention to our sex all morning. You were just going through the motions. Then, when I need to take a little break, you make Julia... no, you force Julia to let you screw her. I don't think you like either of us anymore and... and..."
"What, Lucy? What else?"
She sagged back onto the sand, hiding her face. The anger was gone, replaced by something like deep sorrow. "I th-think I love you. I d-don't want you to stop liking me."
Michael was silent for several seconds. He knew he had to respond, but this was way beyond his experience level. She thought she loved him. He had not thought about love at all. He knew he liked her, lusted after her, had always lusted after her since the first time he had seen her. Love was supposed to be something else, wasn't it?
"Lucy... I do still want you. God, I want to fuck you senseless every time I see you; I have since I was fifteen, but you can't love me, not after what I've done to you. I turned you into a slut, a sex toy, something for me to use and abuse at my leisure. I made you walk to my house wearing no panties so you could beg me to fuck you. How could you love someone who's done that to you? I should change you back to the way you were, make you forget the whole thing. Maybe then I could have you and deserve you." He felt miserable, ashamed of everything he had done in the time since he had discovered his powers. This made Lucy's reaction to his speech all the more strange.
"Don't you dare!" she hissed. "I like being the way I am. All you did was expose bits of me that I kept hidden. I've always wanted to have the guts to do the stuff you make me do, and now that I can, you want to take it away from me? Sod off!" She scrabbled to her feat, putting her hands on her hips and looking angrier than he had ever seen her. "And if you're so fucking fired up about screwing me, why have you dressed me in this tent?"
Michael looked at the figure-hugging gown and grinned. "I hadn't thought of it as a tent," he said. Her look of severe disapproval was cracking. "Actually, I think I saw it on Naomi Campbell, or someone like that, and thought you'd look good in it. Still, if you want something different..."
Lucy looked down to see that she was now wearing a one-piece swimsuit composed of two strips of white, stretch mesh fabric that dropped from her shoulders, across her nipples, to join into little more than a pouch for her pussy. She could feel the thin strip of fabric that was parting her ass cheeks before dividing to go up her back to her shoulders again. Her nipples hardened at the sight of the almost transparent garment she was now wearing. "That's better," she said. Her mouth was dry. "If we make love here, I'll get sand in all the wrong places."
Michael stood up and ran a finger down the side of her right breast. She shivered. "This is a dreamscape from my imagination," he told her. "The sand will only go where I tell it to." He stepped around to her left side, and his hand snaked down over her stomach, sending tiny butterfly shivers of sensation through her body, until it slipped into the front of her costume. He slipped his middle finger between her pussy lips, feeling the first hints of moisture down there before pushing down and curling, very slowly, into her cunt. Slowly, he began to massage the inside of her pussy, rubbing over the spot at the top that he knew brought her considerable pleasure.