After a rather lengthy absense, Wraith was again on the prowl for new victims. He had spent that time perfecting a hypnosis technique, this way he could pick out anyone he wanted and put them to sleep himself rather than having to look for one already asleep. This would be especially fun if he found someone in a group, he took great pleasure in making girls humiliate themselves. By now it was the afternoon, and it wouldn't be long before the students were getting out.

Bala was one of six girls headed for a clearing that had picnic tables under some lovely shade trees. They were going to study history for tomorrow's class. Everyone was in a great mood. They were laughing and chatting about nothing in particular.

A few of them started to dance like they were in a Bollywood movie. Bala watched and laughed with the rest. Then she had to demonstrate the proper technique to them and danced some herself. They were all having a good time on their way to yet another otherwise dull study session on a beautiful, sunny day on Shokushu Island.

When Bala, wearing the school's uniform sans jacket and book bag backpack, steps into the shadow of a tree, she feels a cold chill. She decides the best way to warm up again is to get back into the sunlight. So with the tables in sight, she challenges the other girls in a race to the tables and takes off running. They all sprint for the picnic tables, their skirts flittering enticingly in the breeze.

Wraith soon came across the group of girls watching as they started sprinting, and decided Bala would be a good choice. He follows after her getting in front of her no problem. The next thing she would see in front of her was a pair of glowing red eyes that stopping her dead in tracks. Then in front of that, a larger more transparent set of eyes appeared, locking with her own eyes. The result would have to drop her and put her to sleep. "All too easy..." He would then enter her, sending a chill throughout her body, and viewed her dreams.

The appearance of the glowing red eyes gave Bala a start. She only managed to get out a "wha?" before falling to the ground asleep. She then suddenly found herself standing on a snow covered mountain top on a bright, sunny day, the picnic tables forgotten. She was wearing a blue, ankle length skirt with matching bare-midriff, short-sleaved choli, both made from silk. She was standing on a gravel path, clear of snow. On her feet she had only sandles, the leather straps laced midway up her shins.

"I wasn't alone before was I?", a confused Bala asks. She looks around and sees that the path winds further into the mountains in one direction. Down the side of the mountain, she sees her hometown Pittsburgh. In the other direction, the path leads to a cabin with smoke coming out of the chimney. She can hear music with Hindi lyrics coming from the cabin. She hugs her stomach and decides she must have been going to the cabin. "But why didn't I put on a coat?", she muses. She hikes up her skirt so she can run and starts running to the cabin. Though she isn't painfully cold, she wants to get to the warmth inside. She doesn't even consider that with all the snow and sunlight, the lack of a blinding glare is quite strange.

Wraith watched as Bala looked at the snowy landscape then made her way to the cabin. He figured if she was head there, she must've been hoping for something to happen. He appears within the cabin and sees two men who at the moment are standing frozen in place. Whatever they were supposed to be doing, they probably wouldn't start until she came in. He came up with a great idea and remained invisible waiting for Bala to join. When the time was just right, he would make her dream into a nightmare...

The two men Wraith sees could not be more different from each other. One is a British officer, wearing the uniform worn by line officers of the British Army in the British Raj in the late 19th Century. Long pants, long sleeve shirt with tie, jacket, and a pith helmet. All khaki in colour and all trim and proper. The Hindustani wears a dark brown, sleeveless tunic, off-white pants, with a head band made of the same material as the pants and has bare feet. His clothes look slightly better than rags. As Bala nears the cabin, they become animated and are in the midst of a heated arguement.

Bala runs to the cabin, barely slowing down as she climbs the three steps to the front porch. When she reaches the door, she hears the two men arguing in Hindi. Bala knocks at the door. When her knocking seems to be ignored, she knocks louder. Moments later, Bala enters the room, closing the door behind her, and says, "I'm sorry to barge in. I was getting col..." Bala stares at the two men. She looks at the Hindi fellow and says "Bhuvan?" ((boo-vahn)) Bhuvan looks over at Bala and says, "Bala, leave now! You shouldn't be here!"

"Bhuvan, I...", is all Bala can get out before they resume their argument. It gets more and more heated until the English officer shouts in English, "you insolent cur!" and swings his pith helmet at Bhuvan, striking him in the chin and sending him crashing through a table.

Bala screams and charges the officer and throws him against a wall. He comes up ready to fight. Bala employs the Markhor form against him and beats him soundly. Sitting on the floor, he wipes the blood off of his lip and says with great venom, "a Hindustani girl?". He gets up, wipes off the dust and straightens his uniform, puts on his pith helmet and walks to the door. Before he opens it, he looks at Bhuvan and says in Hindi, "I'll be back when your whore isn't around to protect you!" With that, he throws open the door to leave.

As he leaves, Bala runs over to Bhuvan. She bends down to help him and asks in Hindi, "are you ok?"

As Bala checked on Bhuvan, Wraith decided now was the perfect time and began to make a few changes. Bhuvan looked up at her with a sudden mischevious/evil look on his face. "I'm great now..." This time he was speaking in english, another sign something was wrong. The english officer turns to them with the same look and smirks. "Want to share her?" He asked coming back over. "Sounds good to me..." Bhuvan said before grabbing Bala and pinning her down as he and the officer started tearing off her clothing. They both seemed far stronger now, keeping her down quite easily.

((English from now on unless otherwise noted.))

Bhuvan's look and words confused Bala. She realizes after a few seconds that he had spoken in English, which is impossible. She turns to see the officer advancing. And it sounds like he and Bhuvan are now allies. Share her? What was going on?

Bala screamed when Bhuvan grabbed her. She fought the two men but was unable to free herself. Each man held her down with one hand and tore off her clothes with the other. They ripped through her silk garments as though they were made of paper. When they had her completely naked, she covered herself with her arms, one high and one low. Her braided hair ran under one arm and lay across her stomach. "Bhuvan, what are you doing? Please let me go", she pleaded.

Both men wore evil grins on their faces as the looked at her body. "Now why should we do that?" Bhuvan said as he pulled her arms away. "The fun is just getting started..." He looked up at the officer. "Why don't you have her first since she treated you so harshly?" "It would be a pleasure..." The officer answered as he knelt down and took her breast into his hand rubbing and squeezing it. His fingers would pinch her nipple as Bhuvan continued keeping her held down.

Bala tried as hard as she could. But she couldn't stop the Hindustani from moving her arms. While as she struggled with all her might, he seemed to use as much effort as it would take to open a drawer.

Bala gasped when the officer grabbed her breast. She squirmed as much as she could, but Bhuvan prevented her from escaping the officer's grasp. She squeeled when he pinched her nipple. Getting desperate, Bala decided that it was time to try something.

Bhuvan was holding her down. But she had just enough freedom in her legs to kick. She went to kick the Englishman in the face. If she could kick him away, she might be able to escape the Hindustani. But all she managed to do was to knock off his pith helmet with the back of her bare foot. "Not good!", was her reaction to her failed attack.

Both men chuckled as she squealed. The officer's grin only grew at her attack and squeezed her breast a little harder in response. "You seem to be forgetting you're in no position to oppose us. Even if you could hit either us, this is only a dream. We are not real, therefor, we feel no pain. And before you get any ideas, it will do you no good trying to control this dream. You can no longer do that." He reached down with his other hand and rubbed her pussy.

"What?... a dream?" Bala didn't know what was happening. How could this be a dream? It didn't feel like a dream. If it's a dream, "why can't I control it?", she asked. She considered thinking of one of her larger cousins coming to her rescue if it's a dream. But she changed her mind when she thought they might turn him against her. Two of them were bad enough. She didn't need three men attacking her.

Bala gasped when he started using his other hand. She bent her legs, raising up her knees. She tried crossing her legs. But that only made it worse. She quickly dropped her legs and tried to squirm away from the Englishman's hands.

"If you can't feel anything, then why are you doing this? Please stop." She let out a soft moan. As much as she hated it, the Englishman's actions were starting to excite her.

"You can't control it because something else has control now." Bhuvan answered, chuckling at her moans. "And we're doing this because he wants to watch you squirm and moan. I do believe he plans to join us soon..." The officer added continuing to fondle her breasts. Bhuvan kept a tight grip on her keeping her from moving away from them.

OOC: Sorry for the delay, but after waiting almost a week for a reply I had to turn my attention to the holidays.

Bala continued to squirm and moan as the officer fondled her. "Wh... who? Ahhh Who are you talking about?" She was heating up. Her nipples responded to the Englishman's fondling, growing hot and hard. Her face darkened with redness. She was turned on and getting wet, her juices wetting the officer's fingers. She feeblely kicked her legs. She tried to pull her arms free of Bhuvan. She was giving the pair quite a show. But try as she might, she couldn't stop her moaning. In fact, she was moaning even louder now.

(((Sorry to have taken so long. The Holidays were crazy. I should be back to my more normal, slow posting rate.)))