Her red curls lay against the hard stone slab, her arms and legs were bound to the corners. The cool air rushing over her felt almost like a caress.
Staring into the darkness above her, she felt a warm, wet touch on the bottom of her foot. Teasing. Tasting. Searching. It began to wind its way around her foot, and she realized it was much too long to be a tongue.
The tentacle wrapped around her calf, tasting her. Teasing her. Its touch was arousing her as it moved further up her leg. As the tentacle entered her, a man stepped into view. He had dark hair and green eyes. The blood red of his robe was almost blinding in the darkness. "It is time" he hissed as he put a knife to her throat. The knife began to move, cutting into her skin.
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The sound of her phone alarm woke her from the dream, sweating and shaking. Aoife looked around wildly, her deep brown eyes searching, before finally relaxing. She'd had that dream again. She shook her head to clear it and headed to the bathroom to rinse off.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she was pleased with what she saw. 30 years old, hair the red of a late summer sunset hung down to her mid back in loose curls. Her pale skin was lightly dotted with freckles. Her pert breasts were small, but not tiny, holding themselves up on her chest. Her legs were strong from years of biking, first for school and now for work.
Tying up her long red hair to not get it wet, she stepped into the hot shower, enjoying the blast of water as it turned her pale skin pink. She was still turned on from the dream, and needed release if she was going to concentrate at the office. Almost unbidden, she reached her left hand up to her breast, gripping it tightly. Her right hand went down to her pussy, spreading her lips and touching her clit.
She didn't have much time, but she needed release. She rubbed on her clit in a practiced, precise way, cumming quickly and hard. Legs shaking, she grabbed her loofah and finished her shower.
An hour later she was walking into her law firm, ready for the day. Her smart grey blazer and white blouse complemented her mid-length grey skirt. She had put on some dark eyeliner and mascara to highlight her eyes, and a light red lipstick to smooth out her lips. She headed to her office to start a long day of discussions with clients, the patent office, and engineers.
Around 4:00 in the afternoon, her secretary paged her "Ms. Walsh? There's a woman out here to see you. A ... Ms. Crystal Green?" Aoife frowned to herself. "James, I don't have any appointments scheduled today. Can you set her up with a meeting for later in the week?"
She heard muffled discussion on the other end of the line, then James replied "She says it is very urgent and that she needs your help specifically."
Aoife sighed. There was never that much urgency in patent law. But, her firm was still young and building clientele. "OK, send her on in James. And please finish submitting the cola project this afternoon."
"It's finished ma'am. I just faxed the last document a few minutes ago."
"Thank you James - please feel free to clean up early and head out. I can handle the rest myself today."
James thanked her and hung up as the door to her office opened. The woman who walked in was stunning. Aoife guessed her age to be around 40 or so. Around 5' 8", her long legs were accentuated by stockings, the lace just peeking out under her red mid-thigh skirt. Her black blouse was a snug fit, and her breasts were pushing hard against the fabric. Her short brown hair was a bit tousled, a bit spiky, and her blue eyes had a mischievous gleam.
Aoife stood, extending her hand. "Ms. Green? I'm Aoife Walsh." Ms. Green stepped forward and said in a rich voice "Please, call me Crystal." They shook hands and sat down on either side of the desk. Crystal crossed her legs, and Aoife found herself watching, fascinated.
Looking up at Crystal's face, she realized she had been caught admiring the other woman and blushed hard. "W-what can I do for you this afternoon, Crystal?"
Crystal sat there for a moment, a small smile playing on her lips. "Everything has a price, you know. Every decision. Every choice we make. How do you feel about the prices you've paid up to now?"
Aoife blinked, confused by this question. "What does this have to do with patent law exactly?"
Crystal smiled a wide smile at that, making her face light up to be even more beautiful than before. "Oh, nothing. I'm here to help you find your future."
Aoife blinked. "Find my future? I'm pretty sure I have it already set up, but thank you anyway." As she said this, she gestured to her desk and filing cabinets. Pretty woman or not, she was wasting her time, and Aoife was getting annoyed.
Crystal laughed a hearty laugh. "Oh child, no. This is not your future. Without my help, you won't see your 30th birthday and your future will be very short indeed."
Aoife blanched at this. "Are you threatening me?"
"No, quite the contrary. There are people who want to use you in their plans. And those plans involve sacrificing you. I would prefer they not do that, and I was assuming you would agree with that sentiment."
Aoife shook her head. OK, this woman had a few screws loose. Time to get her out of here. "Crystal, thank you for the warning. I will heed it with some care. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to finish-"
"What about your dreams?" Crystal interrupted. "The ones with the sacrifices? The tentacles? The whips and stone slabs and cultists?"
Aoife's stomach lurched and her eyes grew wide. "How ...?" she squeaked.
