"One of the men has a hold of my head, assaulting my mouth with his pressing body and his ... thing. He has a hand-full of my hair, pulling it hard. Another is behind me thrusting himself into me deeply." Anne said with a slight tone of excitement.
"I don't mean to be direct Mrs. Baker but are you sure they are raping you?" Dr. Sanders asked in a low voice.
"Well my arms are tied and my feet seem to be tied to something," she replied harshly.
"I understand Mrs. Baker but some women are known to engage in such sexual activity, freely."
"I promise you Dr. Sanders this is not being done freely," Anne barked.
"Okay, let's go back to the beginning and see if we can figure out how this dream begins and why," Dr. Sanders said reassuring.
"Okay," Mrs. Anne Baker agreed, her medium frame body lay out to relax on the sofa but showed all the signs of tension. Her fidgeting fingers and nervous quivering lips told she was not comfortable. Dr. Sanders sat close by with his pad in his lap that he scribbled upon. "I am in a line with some other women."
"How are the woman dressed?" Dr. Sanders asked lightly.
"We are all dressed in deep red almost maroon colored robesin deep red almost maroon colored robes. Shackles around our ankles bind each of us. My hands are tied in front of me and we are being shoved down a corridor that is lit with torches. The walls are rock and mortar, like an old castle." Anne stopped and took a deep breath.
"You're doing fine, please continue."
"The hall opens up into a large room with many beds, like a sleeping quarters for an army or something. We are pushed to the ground in the open area of this room. All of us are scared and huddled close to one another. A large bald man with a whip is keeping us bunched up. 'Cracking' it in mid air."
"What is he wearing?" Dr. Sanders asked as he gazed in the mirror and scratched his baldheaded with his pencil.
"No shirt and his skirt, I guess it's a skirt. It's not pants. They are dark brown leather and his sandals are wrapped up and around his legs with long leather straps. I venture to say he hadn't had a bath this year."
Dr. Sanders restrained a snicker. "Please continue."
"A large group of men are coming into the room and we are being paired up with them. They are selecting women as if shopping for ... sex!"
"How can you tell this?" The Dr. asked.
"You know when a man has his hormones raging," Mrs. Baker replied.
"I think you mean Testosterone, but please finish."
"Yes testosterone, what-ever, this man grabs me and starts kissing my neck and has me in a bear hug. I can't move my arms and my feet are still shackled so I am unable to kick, which was my first reaction. His scruffy face and rough whiskers are abrasive on my neck. He even bit me."
