Fem-Fantastique, Inc. Vs. Dreamweaver, Part Two
By Bob

Susan awoke in her own bed, staring at the ceiling. It was morning now, and the light streamed in through the window. She lay motionless for several minutes before she started moving her hands. Slowly at first, then quickly the checked her breasts and sex. The confusion of the dream melted away and she sat upright, now fully awake, but hardly refreshed from the torturous night.

Dee the Drone

That morning, Dee decided that she should also purchase an outfit for the coming banquet. It was a cool morning, perfect for a walk to the mall. As she approached the mall, a beggar approached her. He was filthy and unkempt and obviously hadn't bathed in days. Something about his eyes seemed to bore into her. "Please, miss, could you spare a..." "I'm sorry," Dee quickly interrupted him. "I wish I could help you, but I really can't." She quickened her pace to walk by him and made it into the mall.

That night, as Susan was reliving the dream of the previous night, Dee was experiencing one of her own. She found herself again walking to the mall. A filthy, unkempt beggar approached and asked for money. As she walked by him, she quickly turned, "I'm sorry, I wish I could help you, but..." She stopped, frozen in the moment. A wide, evil smile broke out on the beggar's face and his eyes bored into Dee's soul. "As you wish!" Dee suddenly stood at attention, her hands at her sides. The beggar tapped her on the back. She bent forward at the waist, arms dangling from her body, her fingernails barely touching the ground. "As you wished, you will now serve me." Dee felt something cold and hard press against her back, followed by a series of clicking noises. She was being wound up like a toy! When she was fully wound, she heard a telltale rhythmic clicking. She again stood at attention, facing the beggar. "Disrobe." "Yes. mas. ter.". Slowly, methodically, Dee removed her clothes. "Identify yourself." "I. Am. A. Drone. I. Am. Your. Ser. Vant." "What is your function?" "I. Serve. You. I. Obey. You. I. Do. As. You. Com. Mand." "Accompany me." Together, they approached the mall. A beggar, hobbling on bad feet, and a mechanical drone. Dee could now see her reflection in the glass doors of the mall. Her body gleamed or shiny chrome. Her lips liquid metal. Her eyes glowed with energy. Suddenly, she stumbled. Had she been walking normally, she would have been alright. Instead, because her knees did not bend as she walked, her foot struck a curb and she fell to the ground. She cringed inside, waiting for the clang of metal on concrete.

The sound never came. Instead, a series of annoying bells seemed to ring in her ears. She opened her eyes and found herself face down in her own bed.

Angelica's Incredible Bargain

The banquet was now only three days away. Angelica decided to purchase a new outfit also. She surveyed various stores in town and finally headed for the mall, disappointed that she would probably purchase her outfit from the same place as Dee and Susan. Since it was nearly lunchtime, Angelica decided to stop at the food court for a bite to eat. As she nibbled away at a hot dog, a stranger approached and handed her an advertisement from the store Dee and Susan had purchased their dresses from. The advertised prices semed too good to be true. She looked up at the person who handed her the ad. He was tall, with piercing blue eyes and wore a name badge indicating that he worked for the store. "I wish you people would stop pulling my chain. These prices can't be right!" The man smiled and replied, "Yes, it is true. The sale is good for today only." "In that case, I wish you'd pull my chain more often! Let's go!" That afternoon, Angelica headed home with a new outfit. That night, as Susan relived her nightmare from the last two nights and Dee relived hers from the night before, Angelica dreamt of her shopping experience. A man handed her a store ad that she couldn't believe. "Quit pulling my chain. This can't be right!" "I assure you it is. If you'll allow me to 'pull your chain' as you put it, I'd like to show you that this is no hoax." Angelica looked the man over. 'Mr. Weaver' was the name on the badge. He was tall, dark and had deep, penetrating blue eyes. Angelica felt like flirting. "Okay, I wish you would pull my chain and show me the bargain of a lifetime!" At that, Mr. Weaver smiled. "As you wish!" Angelica stood to accompany him, but was rooted to her chair, unable to move! "Now, about that chain you asked me to pull?" Mr. Weaver reached behind Angelica. She felt a sharp, jerking motion and then the feeling as if her back had been unzipped and then zipped up again. "What. Have. You. Done. To. Me." She managed to ask, surprised at the monotone quality of her voice. "You asked me to pull your chain. Since you didn't have one... well, I fixed that. Since you seem to like flirting, I'm going to help you with that as well." Mr. Weaver pulled on Angelica's chain again. "Hello. I. Am. Angelica." He pulled again. "I. Think. You. Are. Hot." He pulled again. "Let's. Fuck. Fuck. Me. Please." He pulled again. "Hello. I. Am. Angelica." "That's better. You're all fixed now." Mr. Weaver picked up Angelica and seated her in front of a mirror. Her skin was shiny. Her makeup was different. Her facial expression was frozen in a sultry 'come hither' look. Finally, she saw a silver chain dangling from behind her. A customer walked up and pulled the chain, believing Angelica to be a mere mechanical toy. "I. Think. You. Are. Hot." The customer jerked the chain again in surprise, but perhaps a little too hard. "Let's. Fuck. Fuck. Me. Please." Angelica's chair fell backwards and she fell backwards to the floor.

She awoke the next morning, the dream fresh in her mind.

For the next two nights, Dee, Susan and Angelica relived their dreams again and again.

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