The Yokeland Chronicles
Chapter 3 - The Dreamlands
by TempleSiren_NULL
CRACK
The world was fractured, but Sabine was finally in a mind of her own. She could open herself, but she had lost the ability to close. She was becoming The Dreamlands.
But I should be me! The girl cried out in her mind.
She knew she was gone. She knew she was some place that her ship was never meant to be. It was wrong for her brain to be here. To try to comprehend the nature of this unreality.
The firecrackers sparkled their thoughts to her. They bloomed in different colors, as if they were many voices conversing with each other.
>How fun. It actually couldn’t resist.
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>It couldn’t? How tragic.
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>The first new puppet to play with in centuries. What new performances can we put on with a green-eye’d girl?
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>The first new puppet to play with in centuries. What new performances can we put on with a green-eye’d girl?
Sabine felt the very blood coursing through her betray her as her limbs jerked and began to move. She felt her leg take step after step as her muscles dragged her closer and closer to the center.
>The center of what, girl? Where are we?
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>Be nice. You know she doesn’t know that.
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>She doesn’t know, but her soul remembers…
“The Dreamlands.” Her mouth spoke, though she did not understand.
Black and white fireworks were all she could see. They were cheering for her. The darkness was able to outshine the light, and she knew that her mind was shackled by this power, yet she felt more like herself than she had before. They did not mind that she thought as she pleased. Regardless of whatever she thinks in her mind, her body will eagerly carry out orders.
>And let’s put that to the test shall we?
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>Don’t you think it’s too early for that?
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>What good will waiting do? I’ve waited long enough and there’s finally a new one! It’s time.
She couldn’t make sense of it, but she was watching the universe coiling around itself. The layers folded over again and again until they had wrapped into the shape of a great snake devouring itself from every angle in a great knot. Sabine stood in awe as the great snake that was the universe continued to devour itself, removing chunk after chunk.
Like a sculpture revealed from marble, eventually all that was left was a faceless man. Sabine felt herself fall into his arms. His empty face was so beautiful.
The personified existence of The Dreamlands was caressing her. This was the same voice that had called her through the flame. The voices belonged to a god whose mind contains The Dreamlands. The infinite potential of thought within him allowed all beings to have sentient thought.
Dreams, creativity, ingenuity, imagination. They all stemmed from this place. They all stemmed from him. The Dream-God.
Here within his imagination, anything was possible. It was a sentient world of infinite possibility, and nothing in this world was in control.
Only Him.
He stepped back and lay naked on the ground before her. Sabine understood that she needed to make an offering. Her body began to move all on its own. Translucent robes, elaborately revealing and ornate, weaved around her form. His light shone in her mind. In this moment, she was the high-priestess to his sacred cult.
He stepped back and lay naked on the ground before her. Sabine understood that she needed to make an offering. Her body began to move all on its own. Translucent robes, elaborately revealing and ornate, weaved around her form. His light shone in her mind. In this moment, she was the high-priestess to his sacred cult.
She lowered herself in offering, and felt her lips close around his member. The Priestess Sabine began to suck. She felt his length hit the back of her throat again and again. She had been taught well by the High-Priestess of the Amethyst Flame. They’d often shared THE FALSE GOD in the nights after training. Sabine had learned how to curl her lips over her teeth, and to relax her throat as she accepted it. She wouldn’t gag. Gagging was the body’s way of refusing a cock.
And Sabine forgot how to refuse anything.
Wholly devoted to his pleasure, she took him deeper than she thought possible. Her tongue, unimpeded by the invader, swirled around the top and bottom, drawing circles around his cock. It was like his presence in her mouth was merely imagined. Not tangible, but the perfected form of the cock she always dreamed of sucking…
>When have I ever dreamed about sucking cock?
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>Wait… What is this…?
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>How is my voice joined to yours?
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>It’s joined in the same way your mouth is…
Even though she didn’t understand it, it all made sense to Sabine. Relieved that she didn’t have to worry about it anymore, Sabine refocused herself on his pleasure.
As she did, The Dreamlands reforged around her. She was still kneeling, and he was still throbbing in her mouth, but he was also all around her. She was in an arena. A grand circular building with tiered rows of people, just like in the Capital City.
Sabine tried to remember the picture Anya had shown her… The drawing from the book… This place was… The Coliseum… She tried to remember the heroes from the story…
But when she tried, she could only remember a story of a puppet serving a god.
She beheld a vision of herself pleasuring him.
The crowd was roaring. Thousands of them, watching Sabine suck his cock. Her eyes were closed, but the slave could see them vividly within her mind.
They weren’t truly thousands of individuals. Just the same five people copied thousands of times.
There was an old man. His scraggly beard reached halfway down his chest, where his ribs showed through.
There was an old man. His scraggly beard reached halfway down his chest, where his ribs showed through.
>Ribs laid bare by centuries-long fast… The price of betrayal, Sabine…
There was a young, beautiful woman. She had clearly once been the most beautiful woman in the world, and the fireworks had claimed her. As they popped through her again and again, even the smallest imperfections were annihilated. She had become a pure vision of beauty, crafted by the power of The Dreamlands.
>She is our favorite doll…
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>So beautiful, and surprisingly durable…
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>My doll… but maybe you could play with her some time…
Images of Sabine engaging in thousands of different sex acts with a million versions of the beautiful woman all played out within her mind for a single blink. In some of the visions, they were lovers, in some the woman was her slave. In most they were naked, but many had them dressed in elaborate outfits. Sabine couldn’t control what she saw. Trying to just slow them down made her head hurt. She forced her mind away from the visions and back to the audience.
>Yes Sabine. Refocus your mind…
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>Your thoughts are a gift, Sabine. Do not take them for granted.
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>After all… Look at those who squandered that gift…
There was a couple, a husband and wife. Sabine saw them through hundreds of different iterations. In some, they were a king and a queen. In others, simple farmers. Sometimes they were betrothed since birth. Other times, they defied their families to be together.
One thing was constant: In every iteration, they were married and in love.
>And yet one always betrays the other…
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>We’ve figured out how to make one or the other be faithful…
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>But I can never get both to work quite right…
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>I’m sure that someday I’ll be able to– oh!”
The voice of The Dreamlands suddenly moaned out. She heard the cry both from the figure she was pleasuring and from deep within her own mind. His joy was pressing hard against her mind. The happiness was present; she was experiencing it.
But she knew it wasn’t hers. She looked back to the crowd. She focused on the only member she hadn’t met, except she actually had.
It was the mosskin hermit. Not the same as the one she met, Sabine felt in her soul that it was impossible for him to visit The Dreamlands. No, this man was someone else, though he looked and felt the same.
>Do you like how he looks? We tried to get him just right. It’d be terrible if you forgot by whose power you were welcomed here.
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>Should we change him back once she feels welcome?
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>No, in fact, I’ve decided to forget what he ever looked like before.
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>So be it, I like him this way. Leave him be for the next few centuries. If we get bored, we can always reflesh him.
Sabine felt the cock in her mouth pulse at that last thought. The cheering grew louder, shifting from a chorus of screams to moans of pleasure. The sports crowd had dissolved into orgy.
While keeping herself focused on running her tongue along the cock in her mouth, Sabine expanded her view to include the entire stadium. Her mind became a vast sphere that encompassed The Coliseum and she knew everything that happened within it.
Either that or the cock was a direct link between her soul and the soul of The Dreamlands.
While keeping herself focused on running her tongue along the cock in her mouth, Sabine expanded her view to include the entire stadium. Her mind became a vast sphere that encompassed The Coliseum and she knew everything that happened within it.
Either that or the cock was a direct link between her soul and the soul of The Dreamlands.
>You do feel smarter with each thrust don’t you?
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>Yes… I think both can be true, don’t you?
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>Did I say that, or did you?
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>Irrelevant. Sabine, you don’t need to stress yourself out about this.
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>It’s not like she can understand it anyway.
“Why not?” Sabine asked, her lips and tongue moved freely despite the cock in her mouth. The contradiction went unnoticed.
>How dare you?
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>Be calm… it’s her first time, remember, and she’s doing such a good job with her mouth…
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>Agreed, we can give her time to learn. Though it’s clear she must be taught.
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>Oh, now that sounds fun…
The voice was soothing now, and Sabine expanded her focus again. She looked back to the audience.
Every man in the audience leaned back in his seat. Every woman was knelt like Sabine, mouths moving in perfect facsimile. Despite there being more men than women, every man had a partner. The pattern of five never shifted.
>It’s simple, Sabine:
>Husband with Wife.
>Old with Beauty
>Hermit with Wife.
>Husband with Beauty.
>Old with Wife.
>Hermit and Beauty.
>Again, and again, and again, again, again, again, againagainagainagainagain…
The voice grew louder and louder as Sabine saw every single pairing within her mind’s eye. She tried to shut it out. She tried to turn from the voice. She could almost do it. She just had to…
>No Sabine, that part of you is missing…
There was nothing she could do to stop it. The pairings folded in on themselves over and over as Sabine’s mind spun. Her mind tried to contain the contradiction. Every man had a partner… There were more men than women… But always the same five without repetition…
The voice then began laughing.
>Don’t worry about it too much, Sabine. Now that we have another girl, this will be much easier…
Sabine heard the collective groan of the audience as the god throbbed again. She could taste the precum leaking down her throat.
>Oh god yes… You’re surprisingly good… I think I want to cum in your mouth…
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>Sabine, do you mind if we cum in your mouth?
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>Take it, you mortal bitch! Swallow every drop of my blessed cum! This is a blessing you should be thankful for!
The whole crowd was chanting, screaming at her to take his cum in her mouth. Every aspect of The Dreamlands was united in this desire.
And Sabine was part of The Dreamlands too.
Therefore, she wanted him to cum in her mouth. The logic was infallible. Sabine began moving faster.
As if tied by string, every woman in The Coliseum matched her rhythm. The god in the middle and every man moaned simultaneously.
As he came, a milky white serpent struck at Sabine’s mind, and a painful white ringing consumed her.
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“Your eyes! Those blasted, cursed eyes! You’ve been sleeping with Bullgod again haven’t you, Sabine?”
“Your eyes! Those blasted, cursed eyes! You’ve been sleeping with Bullgod again haven’t you, Sabine?”
Her grandfather was screaming at her. Sabine was no longer naked, no longer in The Coliseum.
She was at her family’s manor. She was wearing her favorite white dress. She had been sneaking out to go visit Bullgod when her grandpa…
Where am I?
She tried to look at her grandfather, but her head was forced down in shame.
>Say your lines, Sabine. We can’t wait to see your acting…
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>It’s best you don’t resist Sabine. There could be terrible consequences.
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>She’ll do what she’s told. It’s not like she has a choice…
Sabine could feel the script being written on her own mind. The etching felt good, like it was carving through old dusty bits that hadn’t been cleaned in years. Sabine opened her mouth, and delivered the lines she now believed.
“I love him, grandfather!” Sabine screamed through tears at her wiry old grandfather. She could see now that it was the old man from the audience. He was playing a part.
>Just like you.
Her grandfather–
No, not my grandfather. The old man!
Her grandfather grabbed Sabine by the hair. He forced her gaze into his. While his actions were forceful, Sabine saw no malice in his eyes.
Just a dead stare forward.
No joy, no sadness, just the dead stare of someone who has long accepted their place in the world.
>They’re all like this, Sabine. Sooner or later you will be too.
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>Though the puppets are so much more fun before they break. I hope you last a long time.
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>I don’t care if it’s minutes or centuries. I’m going to have so much fun with you, Sabine.
The old man’s face twisted with rage.
“You have betrayed this family, Sabine.” He spit out her name as he forced her to her knees. His hands moved to his pocket where he pulled out a small wooden carving of a snake twisted upon itself.
An idol of The Dream-God.
>Yes Sabine, and none within my realm can resist its power.
“In these lands, none can resist its power.” The man repeated. Sabine felt her face curl in terror. She began saying the lines that were carved in her mind.
“Grandfather, no! I promise I won’t go back to him,” Sabine begged her grandfather. She couldn’t let him do this. Not when her love was–
The carving began to move on its own. The snake coiled and knotted in impossible ways, the same pattern she had seen before, when the universe devoured itself. Sabine felt her own mind mimicking its movements. Carving itself out into the shape designed for her.
“Hike up your dress, and pull down your panties.”
Sabine flicked up her skirt. The movement felt so natural as she acted out The Dreamlands play. Woolen underwear, softer than anything she had ever felt, slid down her legs, and her grandfather knelt behind her.
>Before you claim her Altheon, would you like one sentence of freedom to welcome your new partner?
Sabine heard the man gasp. He was breathing heavily now as if his lungs had been squeezed for far too long. His hands softly touched her sides. He slid them up and down in a way that was strangely, soothing, as opposed to sexual.
Sabine realized that this was the softest gesture he was allowed. The man paused for a very long time, and Sabine felt the slickness run down her thighs as she waited in anticipation.
“I’m sorry this happened to you,” he said before gripping her sides tightly.
Altheon was gone, and Sabine’s grandfather thrust his cock into her. If he couldn’t stop her from fucking the Bull-God, he would just have to impregnate her first. His cock was the smallest of those she had taken so far, but it felt comfortable and right inside her. As if she was made for it.
The wooden snake continued to twist in Sabine’s mind. She felt the thoughts it forced upon her.
Our line is pure, it must not be tainted.
The Bull-God is our enemy. We cannot allow him to prosper.
The Bull-God is our enemy. We cannot allow him to prosper.
Our family serves the Dream-God. We tolerate no false gods.
Sabine began speaking the words out loud.
“Our line is pure, it must not be tainted.” Sabine squeezed down on her grandfather. His precious seed must be allowed to fill her.
“The Bull-God is our enemy. We cannot allow him to prosper.” She slammed herself against his cock. She needed to take his precious seed. She had to keep her bloodline pure.
But… The Bull-God’s child…
>No… his seed is already inside of you…
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>Sabine, we’re so sorry…
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>I should never have invited you in!
Sabine grasped her belly as Altheon released. She felt the dam of green flame inside her repel his seed. An unseen hand protected her. She was property of the Bull-God, no one else could claim her.
>Damn you, Sabine!
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>We know her memories. We know it’s not her fault.
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>I can be mad at the situation without being mad at her, idiot!
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>But you always take out our frustration on the puppets.
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>They’re mine to play with! I can do what I want!
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>Just because we are a god doesn’t mean you have to act like one…
As the old man collapsed behind her, Sabine’s world was engulfed in the white ringing again.
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Sabine woke up in her room in the Lochhaven Estate. Wasn’t she a farmer? Why would she have a room in the estate?
She glanced at her closet and saw her maid uniform. The memories came back flooding back.
The Honeydew Estate had been invaded. The sky burned purple. I had a terrible fever. Terrible dreams. But Anya saved me. She found me and brought me back to her home.
Sabine saw Anya in front of her own collapsed body. She saw her arguing with Madam Lochhaven. Begging her mother to let Sabine live with them; to protect her, to keep anything dangerous from happening to her friend again.
Madam Lochhaven, moved by her daughter's smile, agreed. Sabine was startled by how beautiful Madam Lochhaven was. The bitter, slightly wrinkled woman from her memory had been replaced with something perfect.
The beautiful woman from The Dreamlands.
>Our doll, Sabine.
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