Anne Marie's Dream Journal

December 23rd, 2000

I need to write about a dream I had last night. It was very strange, and somewhat upsetting. This was written several hours after I woke up, but this should still be pretty accurate. It was that strong and full of imagery.

The dream started out very strange. It seemed to start in the third person, and I could not figure out who I was. I saw an opulent room, like a noble's gathering room, or a throne room. The odd part was that these "nobles", dressed in old French or English finery, were all horned demons. There was one that was taller, bigger, more muscular, and in the best finery, I guess I will call him "The King", as I got the immediate feeling he was in charge. I'll admit, as demonic as he looked, he was a hunk.

All of a sudden, a hush came over the room. Everyone turned their heads to the large wooden doors as they opened. A small, fair-skinned, lightly tanned woman, who was also quite nekkid I might add, was lead into the room by two demonic guards, shuffling slowly. The girl appeared to be a slave girl, but from some dream intuition, I knew this to be untrue. Also, somehow, at that very moment, I knew that I was this girl. My dream panned around my body, finally resting on my back, where there were six tattoos, three on each shoulder blade area. I knew that they signified something, but I was unsure what. They were of six demons, going from small ones to large as they approached my spine. I got this sinking feeling that they marked my status as a station or ownership. There was a conspicuous space open in the area between my shoulder blades.

I was wearing nothing, bared to the world, my three rings gleaming, horribly, and a whiffle ball gag secured tightly, including chin strap. My chin was wet with drool, a sign that I had been gagged for some time. I felt nervous, but not as nervous as I should have been in a situation like this, as if I somehow still held an ace in the hole.

My dream finally slipped into the first person, and I gained some control over my body. I tried to move my arms, but they were bound tightly behind me with rope and would not budge. I was kneeling, and I could not stand on my own, as my ankles were also bound. I could feel that a rope had been added, after I was forced to kneel, form my ankles to my wrists, to keep me in that position. I whined through my gag, as I had gained some control, but was even more helpless because of it. I knew that somehow the dream-me had placed me into this position, on purpose, to accomplish something important, and I somehow felt that I was still in control of the situation to some degree. I felt that I could get out of this at any time, but I needed to do it. I still felt a twinge of dread when the King stepped off his throne and started stepping towards me with something in his hand.

He tossed whatever it was to the ground before me. I saw as it flew through the air that it was a somewhat cylindrical object wrapped in cloth. The strange part was, when it hit the ground, it dented the ground, and I could feel myself go pale at this. I would have been speechless even without the gag. I had this sinking feeling for some reason, as the object sunk into the floor. It had broken the flagstones, and created a small crater. Whatever it was, it was extremely heavy and tough. The King then began to speak to me, in a deep, husky voice, that would have been sexy, were the words and tone not so sinister.

"That's for you, slave. Or should I call you princess? Oh, you don't want to open it? You aren't going to thank me?" These were, of course, absurd and belittling questions, as he clearly knew I was not capable of either moving or speaking. "I'll be nice princess, as befits a royal like yourself, and have a servant open it for you.

A lowly, cretin-like creature came and picked up the small but heavy object, and unwrapped it before me. I felt I could not avert my gaze from it. It was a finger. Not a human finger, mind you, but a rocklike gargoyle finger. A finger from one of MY gargoyles, my royal protectors. My story finally came to light as the King continued speaking.

"Yes, princess, I know all about your plan, and it has failed. I found your protectors, arguably the best fighters in the world, but they were unprepared for my magics. Do not worry princess, they yet live, for now. Oh, and just in case you are thinking of willing away those magical fake tattoos you got for this foolish masquerade, it won't work. I placed a sleeping spell on you in your cell last night, and made them permanent, as they should have been in the first place."

I could tell he was speaking the truth as I had been trying to make them go away, and my dream senses told me they were still there, now permanently bonded to my skin. The realization of what this meant couldn't hit me at this point, as I was in too much shock, so the King spelled it out for me.

"That's right princess, you know what that means, even if you won't admit it to yourself. By the immutable laws of the gods of Terra, you... are... a... slave. You are now, and forever more will be, a slave. You will soon be MY slave. I grow tired of calling you princess, slave. Hah ha ha! Even if your father was to somehow get you back, far off in his kingdom of humans, he would have to return you to me, or risk the anger of the gods. You came to the demon realms willingly, and placed the marks of bondage on your flesh of your own free will. That you thought you could remove them is irrelevant. The gods made the laws, and you are now bound by them. You are mine, now and forever. Soon I will place my personal master's tattoo upon your back, and you will become immutable to time, as the demons are, and you will serve until the gods tire of this realm."

By this point I was crying, my shoulders slumped. My plan to infiltrate the demon kingdoms with my gargoyle protectors posing as my masters had gone horribly wrong. I had thought I could reclaim a treasure lost to the demons in eons past. But all was lost now, placed in eternal servitude to this demon, never to know freedom again, and my only protectors were his captives.

I should describe my protectors. If you have played Dracula X: Nocturne in the Moonlight, think of the monster pair Gaibon and Slogra. Gaibon is bluish-purple and has wings, while Slogra has a pterodactyl beak and wields a large spear. Here are some pictures of them I found on the net. Why were they in my dream? I have no idea.

Gaibon	Slogra

"What is that look on your face, slave? Is it hope? Are you somehow still hoping that your two royal protectors will save you? Good. I like hope in a new slave. It gives me something to crush." He smiled and then clapped his hands and my gaze was directed back to the door.

The door opened and the two gargoyles were led in by several guards, locked in chains. My hope vanished, and I could no longer even stay kneeling. I fell over and cried at my utter helplessness screaming into my gag. My protectors fought against their chains to get to me, but were held back.

"Tsk, tsk, slave. I see that I will have to start training you even now. Take them all to the Coliseum!"

With that, the two gargoyles and I were taken from the opulent throne room, to the "Coliseum." This only resembled the romanesque ones in the fact that it was huge round and holding thousands of audience members. There, the similarity ends. If Julius Caesar was a fetish and bondage freak, it might have been designed like this. My dream senses were playing with me, so at some points the place would be huge, holding millions of demons, and at others, it was small, almost to the points of being suffocating. But no matter the size, the effect on me was the same. I was nekkid, and exposed for all of these people to see... these demons. It was as if I was laid bare, my soul open for all to see.

I was the only human among them, and worse, all of them seemed to be male. I was the only female it seemed and thus every pair of eyes was burning into me. I almost wished myself dead, rather than face this.

I was forced to the middle of the coliseum floor, which was made of soft rubber, my bare feet squeaking across it. A short, two foot tall pole was sticking up from the ground, and looked as if it could be adjusted. It had five rings attached to it, one at the very top, two at the very bottom, and another two right above those. I dreaded what I almost knew was to come.

My rope bindings were removed, and leather restraints were put on in their stead. When they were done, I was wearing a leather posture collar with a ring at the back of my neck, wrist cuffs, just below my knees were wide leather cuffs, and cuffs were also circling my ankles.

I was forced to kneel again, this time with my butt cheeks almost being forced to grip that dreaded pole, my feet under my cheeks. My ankles were forced back and clipped to the bottom rings of the pole, locking me to it. My arms were pulled back, and my wrists were locked to the rings just above my ankles. This made my chest stick out as my shoulders were pulled back. As if that wasn't enough, they clipped my posture collar to the top of the pole, and then they shortened the bar until I was almost looking straight up. I was still gagged, by the way, and made loud, noisy protests as drool dribbled over my chin. Then, just when I thought they could do nothing to make my situation worse, they put a bar between my knees, attaching the ends to the cuffs there, and then they spread my legs open. I was now completely bared to the world. If you took away the restraints, I would look like I was arched back in pleasure, which is definately not what I was feeling. It was more like... shame and embarrasement. With how I feel about anyone seeing any of my rings, and now an entire demon kingdom having a perfect view of all three, as if I was specifically trying to show them off. I do not believe I could have been redder, with how badly I was blushing, if you had boiled me.

My two protectors were led into the coliseum now, and were marched near the center, where I was crying of shame. They were forced to their knees by their demon guards. I could only partially see them with my face pointing upwards. For some reason, I took note of their eyes. Gaibon's were a deep purple, and Slogra's were a vibrant green. Both were a far cry from my pale blue. Thye looked at me with pity and sorrow in their eyes, and everywhere else with contempt and utter hatred.

At this point, the King swept into the coliseum, cape billowing behind him. "Comfy, slave? You certainly look as if you are having a great time!" he chuckled. "It comes to my notice, finally, that these two," pointing to my protectors, "serve you not only out of loyalty, but also from something magical. They have taken a blood oath to you. They've bound themselves magically to you. The benefits are enormous for a bodyguard. They can find you anywhere, know what you are feeling, and can even steel their courage when all else would have fled. But ut has a flaw, doesn't it, slave? Whatever happens to you, happens to them, your fate is theirs. Normally this would just entail their deaths upon yours. But here, I rule, and I can make that oath literal."

Right then I got this very cold feeling deep within my belly, and I strained to look at my protectors, my friends, with my tearing eyes. They had looks of pure hate directed at the King.

"And now, as I add my master's tattoo to you, child, watch your sorry protectors." He started chanting and walked around behind me. I could feel a burning start on my back, between my shoulder blades. As I screamed, not from pain but from the knowledge of what was happening, muffled though it was by my gag, the two gargoyles screamed as well. I looked at them as their guards stepped back. They fell over and writhed in their chains. I squirmed as well, as if I could halt or delay the tattoo growing upon my back, a magical tattoo that would bind me forever to the Kinf demon. I looked at my gargoyles in the midst of my suffering, and saw a sight that made my heart leap up into my throat. Something was happening to them...

Remember these are gargoyles, massively muscled hunks, with granite and metal for skin, bones, and muscle. But their rocklike skin was softening, and their nine foot stature was diminishing. They were shrinking, and their skin was becoming paler. They were rolling around in their chains, as if in agony,and then some of the chains started falling of of them, as they shrank right out of them! Their claws, fangs, stony skin, tails, all of it were disappearing and changing, to be replaced with fair skin, hair sprouting from their previously bald heads, normal manicured nails instead of claws, a pearly smile (if you could get them to smile, that is) replacing their fangs, a smooth slitted mound nestled between slim thighs instead of their normal equipment, breasts in place of their formerly firm pecs, and... my face in place of theirs. They were turning into exact copies of me!

Two cretins came out and started binding them in leather restraints. The ex-gargoyles were too weak to resist, and were soon forced into a tight hogtie, ankles to wrists. I saw their backs, and my fears of why this was happening were confirmed. On their backs were six tattoos that matched my own, and in the middle of them, knitting itself into existence was a seventh tattoo, that seemed to match the tempo of the burning on my own back.

They looked at me with their pained eyes, and I stared back into their eyes, and I saw the only physical difference between us now, our eyes. Theirs had remained purple, and green, while mine were still blue. Our tattoos completed themselves, and we whined with the knowledgethat this bond was eternal. We were now sisters, slaves to the same master for all eternity.

The King noticed one other difference, and signalled the cretins who had bound my two sisters, and had them pierced three times each, with stones in the rings that matched their eyes, as mine did. They were gagged and left to fidget with me in the middle of the coliseum, for everyone to see. I could feel my sisters' shame and thus my own trippled. The only sound I could hear, one that drowned out everything else, was the laughter of the King...

It was at this point that I woke up screaming, not knowing where I was, trying to get my gag off. The strange and perhaps most frightening part was that I was also wet, and so was my hand. My body had gotten arroused during the dream, even though I was so scared I woke up screaming. I couldn't get back to sleep for quite a while after that. This whole experience scares the crap out of me. END