VIOLET VS SARA: A NOT SO LITTLE SCENE
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Sara and Violet were previously used in my “Just A Little Scene” short-short stories I have posted previously on other sites. This is an expansion and partial reimaging of the characters into a much larger story.
Violet sat, staring at the chalkboard as her math professor droned on about matrices. College Algebra was so tedious, but it was the last math credit she would need for her grad plan, so she suffered through it. She was taking notes, but her mind wasn’t really paying attention, instead focusing on other things to pass the time. She blinked as she felt something small tap the back of her head, and a little ball of paper landed in front of her on her desk. She de-crumpled the paper and had to hold in a snicker as she read the words “QUIT IT!” in a hasty scrawl. Violet looked back over her should and spotted Jim in the back left corner of the class.
Jim was red in the face, twitching, and fighting not to make any noise. The way he was reclining in his chair, the bottom of the desk pressed against his crotch, and Violet could see the slow grind of his hips against the desk’s edge, trying to soothe a raging hard on. She could tell from the rapid motion of his chest that he was breathing quickly, and she knew it was only with a monumental effort that he didn’t burst out gasping. He was looking at her, clearly annoyed, and he mouthed, Seriously! Stop! Violet gave him the finger, a sly grin on her face, and Jim gave her a helpless look. She turned back to face the front of the class room and “ignored” him for the remaining thirty minutes.
When class was over, Jim practically tackled her right outside the door, giving her a fierce kiss. “You are so fucking mean,” he said when he came up for air. He seemed to have calmed some, but that was only for as long as Violet wanted him to walk straight.
“Come on,” said Violet, taking him by the hand, she led him through the throng of students going to, from, or hanging around outside the doors of their class room.
“Seriously, why during class of all places?” Jim continued.
Violet laughed. “Because I need to do something to pass the time in that class. Come on, what would you rather do, go brain dead listening to the professor ramble for an hour, or feel my delicious thought-strokes on you for an hour? At least my option keeps you awake in class.”
“Well… I guess I can’t argue with that,” muttered Jim. He cracked a grin. “Of course, I guess you can’t win an argument with your girlfriend when she’s psychic.”
“Ha, boys never win arguments with girls, psychic powers or not,” she said. They stepped out into the bright, slightly chilly autumn day. “They can just hope a girl pities them enough to cut them a break.” She winked.
Jim laughed. “Well, then, maybe I can appeal to your pity now, then.” He looked at her knowingly.
Violet pat him on the head. “Oh, you. You can’t just wait until we get home tonight?” Jim made puppy dog eyes, and Violet “aaawwwed.” She gave him a kiss. “You’re fortunate that you’re so damn cute.” Jim grinned like a fool. “Okay, where’s a good place?”
The building they had exited was adjacent to a small park. The two walked down to it and found a small nook in the bushes, underneath a tree which could give a couple enough privacy to make out as long as they weren’t too loud about it. Violet sat down, leaning against the tree and folding her legs. Jim lay down on the grass, his head resting on her lap. His brown eyes met her blue ones, and her dark purple-dyed hair formed a curtain over his face as she leaned down a bit. She placed her hands on the sides of his head and said, “Today, you will be visiting the Sultana’s harem. You deserve something nice, you kept yourself so well controlled back in class.”
Jim nodded slowly as he looked into Violet’s eyes. Violet smiled, leaned down to kiss him, then concentrated. She reached out with her mind, and Jim could feel the soft, gentle touch her psyche enveloping and caressing his own. His vision began to darken and his eyes drooped close. As Jim’s consciousness found itself drifting in the psychic void, Violet began to fill his mind with images which formed into sensations of solid mass, of gentle light and soothing sounds, of warmth and sweet smells. Violet telepathically rendered the illusion for Jim that he was now standing in an open air bath, atop a large Arabian palace…
Jim blinked, looking around. He knew this was just an illusion (and one of his favorites at that), but it always felt so real. The sun warmed him gently as the breeze caressed him. He could smell sweet incense, and he felt cool water surrounding his legs. He looked and saw that he was standing thigh deep in clear water, in a large pool atop the roof of some palace straight out of an Arabian Knights film. He heard a giggling and turned.
At the farther edge of the pool of water were four women, each dressed skimpily. In fact, dressed wasn’t really an appropriate word. All they really wore were sheer cloths and various jewelry draped over their bodies.
He recognized one of the women as Violet. She sat on the edge of the pool, sitting up straight and regal, her eyes looking at Jim like a queen waiting patiently for the court jester to make a performance. Jim didn’t recognize the other three, but they looked like the super models from Violet’s fashion magazines.
“Sultana Violet” extended her hand, and then made a small motion towards Jim. The three women around her stepped up to him, their hips swaying. They reached out for Jim and he let himself be taken. They allowed him to never take his eyes off Violet, and she watched with a growing smile as they women began to caress him, their hands running over his every curve. They kissed him, then rubbed their whole bodies over him. Finally, two of the woman held him, their hands moving over his chest, stomach, back and buttocks, their mouths licking and sucking at his neck, and purring into his ear. The third woman kneeled before him, and Jim broke his gaze with Violet to look at the woman as her hand came up and curled around his erect penis. The woman stretched out her tongue and licked his tip, causing Jim to gasp. Then she took him in her mouth, sucking and licking him with incredible dexterity. Jim, face now a mask of pleasure, looked back at Violet, who only smiled with pleased bemusement. His hips began to buck, and he felt his penis spasm as climax rushed over him
The woman milked him dry, but Jim’s penis did not shrink, nor did he feel completely satisfied. The woman stood and switched placed with one of the others, and the new woman likewise went down on Jim until he climaxed fiercely. Then she switched with the woman who hadn’t sucked him yet. They switched off several times, each time making Jim explode, but his penis remained ready and excited immediately after. And when they were done sucking him, had Jim kneel, made him fuck each of them from behind as they went down on hands and knees before him. They kept this up for a long, long time, Jim climaxing again and again as Violet watched with delight in her eyes…
What felt like hours for Jim was in reality only minutes for Violet. With the speed of dreams, Violet bathed him in an experience that would make any man in real life die of utter exhaustion, if not heart failure. As it was, Jim’s body twitched and his heart raced and he made soft little moans and gasps, but after only three and half minutes, she telepathically spoke directly to the part of his mind that controlled his motor skills,
The scene dissolved slowly as Jim’s consciousness was raised to the waking world. All the pleasure from the psychic illusion seemed to follow him, and as he came to, the sensations felt in his dream body flowed over his physical one; his eyes snapped open, his body shook savagely, and he came with a roar.
Semen shot in long, thick arcs from his cock, the fluid built up from Violet’s direct teasing in the class room, propelled with all the pressure created from his psychic illusion. Violet watched his seed fly and smiled with pride at the distance of his shot. She did a quick scan to make sure that no one had noticed his outburst; then, as he calmed down, twitching here and there in her arms, she physically rolled him over and leaned over his body, closing up his pants, pausing just long enough to wipe up the drop of white cum still sticking to the tip with her finger. She put it in her mouth and savored the taste of him. She didn’t really care for the taste of cum itself, otherwise, she would have had him shoot it in her mouth. Rather, she enjoyed the symbolic gesture of claiming her prize.
“You’re the greatest girlfriend ever,” Jim said dreamily once he’d gotten his breath back. He reached up and pulled her down for a passionate kiss.
“I thought you said I was mean,” said Violet coyly when their lips parted again.
“Well… the two aren’t mutually exclusive.”
“Actually, I think they are.”
“Shut up, you know I can’t think straight right now.” The two laughed. They stayed that way for a while, before Jim felt strong enough to walk again. As they started to head back to campus, he said, “Not that I’m complaining, exactly, but why didn’t you have yourself join in that little scenario? I notice you do that a lot when you put me under; you’re in the illusion, but you almost always just watch. Do you have a secret voyeuristic streak?”
Violet shrugged. “Nah, it’s not a voyeurism thing. I suppose to most women, it might seem odd, creating illusionary experiences where my man gets fucked by other women. But that’s just the thing; it is an illusion, one I create, so anything that happens to you is all my doing, no one else’s. I use different women for visual variety, but every one of them is really my hand, my mouth, my pussy caressing you. I guess I always have a version of me watching you to remind you it’s an illusion so you don’t get too lost in it, and that I am watching you from the outside, to make sure you’re safe, as well as to enjoy you enjoying the experience. That make sense?”
Jim nodded. “Yeah. That’s actually really sweet. Makes even those sillier illusions seem romantic.”
“Good,” said Violet. “For a moment, I was worried you were gunna say it was creepy.” The two laughed. “And just so you don’t get any funny ideas, no, I’m not interested in doing something like that in real life. Fantasy is fantasy, but in real life, your dick is all mine.”
“You get no complaint from me,” said Jim with a wink. “You’re more than I can handle by yourself anyway.”
As Jim and Violet walked up the steps to their apartment, Violet paused. The two had only been living there a week, and Violet had not had the chance to fully adjust to the ambient mental buzz of the place. Violet didn’t usually have to worry about sensing thoughts she didn’t intend to; she was not one of those poor telepaths could not “turn off the feed.” However, like most psychics, she still always had a general vague perception of things going on around her, a bare bones impression which mainly informed her when someone was nearby. If she actually wanted to read someone’s mind, she had to do it deliberately. Once in a while someone would have a thought or emotion so strong, it radiated from them such that the psychic’s vague impressions caught it perfectly clear. It was usually just a flash and that was all. But as Violet went up the steps, she felt a constant aura of lust pulsing from somewhere on their floor. By the time she and Jim got to their door, Violet found she had to actually put up a psychic wall to block the sensation.
“What is it?” said Jim. He could tell she had picked something up.
Violet’s eyebrows went up and she shook her head, looking further down the hallway of their floor. “Someone is almost literally getting their brains fucked out.”
“Really?” Jim poked his head out and cocked his ear, seeing if he could hear any moaning. He couldn’t. “Where?”
Violet eased the psychic shield a bit and simply followed the pulse of the lust with her mind. “Four doors down,” she said. “Jesus. I’ve never felt lust coming off of someone like that. There’s no way that’s normal.”
Jim shrugged. “Maybe it’s a guy whose super lucky like me, and has himself a psychic girlfriend.”
Violet nodded hesitantly. “I guess so. Cripes, whatever they’re doing, they’re really going at it.” She shook her head and put her psychic shield back up. “Alright, whatever. None of our business right?”
“Right,” said Jim.
Violet hadn’t planned on having sex that night; making Jim shoot off earlier in the day had been a lot of fun, but Violet had always enjoyed using her powers to play around. She could do that every day, and there were some weeks when she did. As far as real, physical sex went, however, Violet was more of a two or three times a week girl. It had taken her a while to convince Jim that he really didn’t have to go down on or fuck her every time she used her powers to get him off just so they’d be even. And today, she really hadn’t felt any urge for sex; watching Jim hit the leaves on the far bushes with his spunk had been all the satisfaction she’d needed for the day. But after making dinner, taking a shower, doing some homework, and watching TV for a bit, she realized she was really starting to feel aroused. She found herself getting wet; her heartbeat quickened and she felt her nipples harden.
She had been lying with her head in Jim’s lap, her right arm over his, their fingers intertwined. With no thought to it, their hands rested on her right breast. As the arousal swept over her, Jim felt her nipple growing hard. He glanced down at her, a noticed the small flush she got when she was excited. Violet looked up at him and he smiled, leaning down to kiss her.
The made love on the couch, Jim moving with a slow, delicious friction. Well satisfied from before, he easily controlled his motions to please her just how she liked, sliding slowly into her until he filled her fully, then slowly withdrawing until only the tip was inside, and then pushing slowly back in, occasionally twisting his hips to add more sensation. Violet didn’t use her powers, just enjoyed the physical intimacy, warmth and pleasure blooming from her core. “Oh, Jim,” she whispered and she clutched him tightly as her ecstasy peaked. They kissed deeply and Jim withdrew without climax, not needing it, content with his lover’s bliss.
However, as Violet lay there cooling in the afterglow, she noticed the sensations of lust had not abated. However, with head now clear she recognized that the lust was not coming from her; she realized with a start that she could still sense the aura of lust coming from down the hall, and it was even stronger than before! Violet hadn’t even noticed the build up, and as such, hadn’t raised her psychic shields accordingly. Eventually, the ripples of lust had tickled her own libido, and gotten her in the mood. Not that she was complaining about that, she had just had a wonderful experience after all. And some times it happened, she would occasionally felt flashes of sexual sensations from neighbors which snuck into her radar and got her turned on. But with her low sensitivity they had usually been faint, and were always just brief little flares that died back down in seconds. Sometimes, that put her in the mood, despite herself.
No, what bothered her was that this was a steadily flowing, very clear and powerful throb of raw lust that had been going on for hours now. For that matter, who knew how long it had been going on before she and Jim got home? Something wasn’t right.
As she and Jim got up to get ready for bed, Violet said she wanted to get some air first, and she would join Jim shortly. She put on a robe, grabbed the door keys, and went outside. She turned left and walked past three doors, stopping at the fourth. At this range, even with her shields up, she felt an active pressure on them. She listened for any sort of noise coming from within, but thought she could only hear the very faintest of moans. Suddenly, the waves of lust surged, and she flinched as arousal swept through her, and her vaginal lips grew moist again. Cranking up her shields and ignoring the suddenly renewed sweet ache between her legs, Violet stared at the door in shock. Just what was going on in there? Violet, now certain that something was wrong, reached up to the door and knocked. No one answered, nor did the waves of lust cease or even slacken. She knocked again, then tried the doorbell. No response.
She took a breath. When she was younger, she hadn’t had much respect for people’s privacy. While she didn’t deliberately go around spying on people, if she wanted to check on someone, she would just expand her senses to clairvoyantly observe them, not stopping to consider what state they might be in when she caught them Since dating Jim, however, she had started being more considerate of others, and as such, she hesitated to just intrude, even clairvoyantly, on someone. But this situation compelled her to ignore such boundaries. Her curiosity had become concern.
Not wanting to get caught standing there just staring at a door while she was investigating, she went back to her apartment, and sat in the living room. Jim was already asleep, it seemed, which was good. She didn’t want any distractions, even well meaning ones. She closed her eyes and focused, then directed her senses towards the apartment.
Instantly, she could see and hear inside the apartment, as if she were really there. She could expand her other senses if she wanted, but sight and sound were all that she usually needed. Her senses had focused on the living room; the lights were all off, but with her psychic senses, she didn’t need light to see the room. The place was sparsely furnished, clearly a bachelor pad, not exactly tidy, but not quite a mess. The coffee table in the center held a mountain of discarded junk mail and magazines, while the couch had several clothes tossed over it. However, the floor was at least free of clutter, and the kitchenette to the side revealed no giant pile of dishes in the sink. Violet could hear moaning coming from the bedroom, and let her senses snap over to that room. The aura of lust blasted from that room like heat from a furnace.
What she saw made Violet’s jaw drop and her physical eyes widen. There, floating in the room, was a naked, red haired man. He was thrashing in mid-air, head shaking and his body convulsing violently, his penis jerking like a thing possessed. From the way his limbs refused to move, he appeared to be in some kind of bondage. However, nothing was there. Violet wondered if he was being held in place by some kind of telekinetic force or maybe a binding spell. Violet looked closer at the man to see if he was injured. He appeared physically unharmed, though he was literally dripping sweat, his entire body glistening wet. However, it was when Violet focused her vision on his penis that she gasped.
The man’s fair skin only made the darkness of his penis stand out more prominently. The shaft and testicles were beet red in color and the head of the penis was a deep plumb purple. Both penis and testicles were at maximum tension, the skin stretched so taught that Violet fancied one sharp flick would cause then to burst like a balloon; the veins bulged and pulsed prominently to the point Violet thought it looked hideous. Pre-cum flowed, almost spurting forth, in a steady stream from the tip, collecting on his chest and running in multiple rivulets down his sides and groin, dripping steadily on the floor, mixing with the pools of sweat. Violet was glad she hadn’t extended her sense of smell; she could tell by looking at him that the reek of sex and sweat would be overpowering.
Forcing herself to turn away, Violet looked to the man’s face and winced. The man looked to be in absolute agony. His eyes fluttered, unable to focus on anything, his mouth alternately gaped and clenched tight, drool flowing almost as steadily as the pre-cum from his penis head. His breath came in ragged gasps and his face was a mixture of contortions: rage, sorrow, desperation, fear, need, pain, and quite possibly madness all vying to be foremost and each failing to stick for more than a few seconds before the struggle began anew. She could feel all these emotions now clawing at her psychic shields as powerfully as the aura of lust.
Violet had to do something. Anything. She realized she had no idea who this man was; it was quite possible he had done something terrible and was being punished. It was also possible that this was somehow a kink of his and this was actually consensual, however horrendous it looked. But Violet didn’t think so; her gut told her that this whole thing was a very, very bad situation.
Tentatively, her shields still strong, she tried to reach out to the man. She sent a cautious tendril of her mental power to his mind, gathered her strength into it, and then touched his mind. For the briefest of moments, she thought she could sense a faint ripple of feminine laughter. Then, with a flash, Violet’s consciousness was swept into a storm of pure sexual energy.
Back in her room, Violet felt the breath leave her lungs and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She tumbled to the floor and convulsed violent, her pussy muscles rippling with pleasure. She let out a series of gasps and clawed at the floor, hands scrabbling for purchase on something, anything to anchor herself as she felt her nerves swept up in a storm of sexual energy. White hot pleasure cut through her core like a blade of sheer elemental ecstasy.
Jim came rushing into the room, awakened by the sound of her thrashing. “Violet!” he called as he grabbing her and tried to hold her down so she wouldn’t hurt herself. “Violet what’s wrong! Hey, come back to me!” With a scream of effort, Violet found the strength to focus herself and broke contact with the man’s mind, redoubling her shields just as she felt hot liquid spew from between her nether lips and she flopped like a fish out of water.
When she finally stopped shaking and jerking, she looked at Jim with half lidded eyes, looking dazed. “Oh, Jim…” she gasped, chest heaving. “Jim, she’s torturing him, she’s torturing him…” she repeated this several more times and then her body relaxed and her breathing slowed to normal.
“Violet?” said Jim tentatively and shook her shoulder gently.
Violet’s eyes focused on his face and she let out a long, controlled breath. She tried to sit up, and groaned as every muscle in her body protested, especially the ones in her sex. Still, she gritted her teeth and tried to stand. Her foot squished on the massive wet spot between her legs and both she and Jim looked down, eyebrows raised in surprise.
“Jesus,” said Violet. “Did I piss myself?”
Jim leaned over and tentatively sniffed. “I don’t think so,” he said. “I think you just squirted.”
“Squirted?” said Violet. “That’s ridiculous. I’ve never squirted before in my life.”
“Well, you have now,” said Jim, eyes widening. “Good lord, you hosed down the couch!” He turned to Violet who just looked stunned. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
Violet shook her head, clearing the daze. “No, I’m alright. I feel like a sack of overstretched rubber bands, but I’ll live. But that man!”
“What man?” said Jim.
“Our neighbor,” said Violet. Jim took a moment to try and figure out who she meant.
“What, the people you sensed when we came home?” said Jim. “What about them?” He looked at her suspiciously. “Were you using your powers to peek in on them?”
“I had to,” said Violet. “That apartment was radiating lust so fiercely. It wasn’t normal. And it’s been going on all night. At least since we got home, and it was getting stronger. Something just felt wrong. I’ve gotten flashes of lust from people having sex close by before, but its just brief little flashes that go off, usually when they climax. This was like someone constantly shining a searchlight in my face. I couldn’t ignore it anymore, I had to find out what was going on.”
“I see,” said Jim. “You said ‘she was torturing him.’ What did you see in there?”
“I saw a guy floating in the bedroom,” said Violet. “Just floating in the air; he looked like he was tied up to an invisible rack or something. It was only him in there, but something was stimulating him sexually, to inhuman levels. He was just thrashing there, unable to do anything about it.” Violet blinked. “What am I saying, he was still like that when I left! He’s still suffering over there!”
“Oh, man,” said Jim. “Can you still feel the lust or whatever?”
Violet paused. She suddenly realized that no, she couldn’t. She eased down her psychic shields, and sensed that the flow of lust was gone. She looked to Jim, confused. “It’s stopped,” she said. She waited to make sure, expecting it to flare up again. “I… I’m going to check on him again.”
“Violet, don’t be rash,” said Jim. “It’s good that you want to help, but I think there are professionals who handle this sort of thing. We should call them.”
“I’m just going to peek,” said Violet. “Real quick.”
“Be careful, you don’t know what’s going on over there,” said Jim. “You said he looked like he was alone, but that something, probably this ‘she,’ was torturing him. What if she senses you?”
Violet paused, then chewed her lip. “I have to risk it,” said Violet. “I mean, I tried to touch the man’s mind briefly, to see if I could maybe ease some of his agony. But maybe I can’t feel any lust right now because maybe I screwed something up. He could be seriously hurt.”
“You touched his mind?” said Jim. “Is that what made you flip out?”
“I was trying to help,” said Violet. She lay back down. “Okay, just, if I start losing it again, just slap me a few times to snap me out of it.”
Jim looked at her with concern, but nodded. “Okay,” he said. “Be careful. Be quick.”
Violet closed her eyes and cast out her senses. She returned to the bedroom of the apartment. Here at the epicenter, there was still a haze of lust, hanging like a stain in the air, but that was all, and was easily ignored. The man wasn’t floating in the air anymore. He was on the bed now, and lay sprawled upon it, eyes closed, body completely relaxed. For a moment, Violet feared he might be dead. But no, she could see that he was breathing, however shallowly. She could sense some mental activity, though she didn’t dare try to touch his mind, not wanting to take any chances for either of their sakes; at least, though she could tell he hadn’t gone brain dead. Back in her apartment, she let out a sigh of relief.
“Who the fuck are you?” Violet’s physical body nearly leaped right to the ceiling as her clairvoyant senses heard a feminine voice come from the corner of the man’s bedroom. Her psychic vision snapped instantly over to it. Standing there in the corner was a woman with hazel eyes and wavy brunette hair, wearing a skimpy outfit, as if she were about to go out clubbing. Violet knew she had not been in the room a moment ago.
“I can’t see you, but I know you’re there,” said the woman. “Just come out and tell me who you are. Don’t make me ask you again.” The woman had an unreadable expression on her face. Violet didn’t dare try to read her mind. However, Violet noticed the woman’s gaze didn’t quite match up to her own psychic eye line. Violet shifted her clairvoyant vision so that she was gazing at the woman from the perspective of the opposite side of the room. Violet was now looking at the woman from a couple feet to the right of her. The woman lost her poker face for a moment as she lost “sight” of Violet, then snapped her head to the right as whatever let her sense Violet detected the change in positioning.
Violet wasn’t physically there in the first place, of course, but a true psychic should have been able to lock eyes directly with her, even through clairvoyance. However, this woman couldn’t precisely pin point her even if she could sense the direction which Violet’s psychic gaze was coming from; so she wasn’t a psychic, but she was pretty close.
“Okay, look,” the woman said slowly. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I just felt something intrude on my little session with my boy here and I panicked a bit. So, please, just reveal yourself and tell me what you’re doing here. If you just stumbled in here by accident, or you sensed something and were curious, just tell me. I won’t be mad.”
Violet didn’t respond, just stared at the woman some more, making sure she got a good image of her. She might need it later. She suddenly flinched as a little as anger flashed over the woman’s face and Violet sensed a wave of pressure come off her; it wasn’t psychic force, but something else. “Come on, damn it,” the woman said, her voice raising. “You’re seriously starting to piss me off!”
Violet had seen enough and she instantly pulled back, closing her clairvoyant eyes and ears, opening her physical eyes to refocus on her apartment.
Jim touched her shoulder. “Violet?” he said cautiously.
“Wait,” she said. “Just wait.” The two waited with baited breath, Violet not using a single erg of psychic power. Ten minutes later, the woman still hadn’t suddenly appeared in their apartment like Violet feared. She let out a sigh of relief.
“Violet what happened?” said Jim.
“It’s okay,” said Violet. “I think we’re safe. She didn’t manage to track me.”
“Who didn’t?” said Jim.
“The woman who was tormenting the man,” said Violet. “She’s stopped now, and he’s resting, but I saw her. She just appeared right in the room.”
“I don’t suppose you caught their names?” said Jim a bit dryly.
Violet shook her head. “No, not yet,” she said.
“So what now?” said Jim.
“I dunno,” said Violet. “I think I’m going to go talk to him. Maybe tomorrow, if he’s recovered enough.”
“You sure that’s safe?” said Jim.
Violet frowned. “I can take care of myself. If she just torments him from afar like that usually, I doubt she’s around him much, if at all, otherwise. And if we’re going to living next that kind of stuff going on, I at least want to know what the deal is.”
Jim scratched his head. “I swear I’ve heard something about people who specialize in dealing with stuff like this. I’ll look it up in the morning,” said Jim. “Can you please at least wait until then?”
Violet frowned, and then kissed him. “Yeah,” she said. “Okay.”
They had cleaned up Violet’s mess as best they could, though they’d waited so long, some of it had soaked too much into the couch material and left a stain. Violet sighed with annoyance as she flipped the cushions. Jim was now in class, but Violet had none today, and she was also off from her part time job. She got some work done around the apartment, such as unpacking some of the boxes they hadn’t gotten around to. After a few hours of this, Violet felt like getting a Coke, but when she opened the fridge, she saw they had apparently gone through their stash already. So, she grabbed her wallet and stepped outside, going down the stairwell to the vending machines near the apartment office. As she stepped up the Coke machine, digging out a dollar, she saw a man leaning heavily against the machine as he seemed to mull over his choices.
The man noticed her, then stepped back saying, “Go ahead, I don’t know what I want yet,” he sounded very tired. And Violet was not surprised, since this was the man she had seen tormented in the apartment four doors down from hers last night.
Violet had told Jim she wouldn’t get involved until he could find the number to that organization he mentioned. But here the man was, looking haggard as hell, and Violet just couldn’t help herself.
“Are you okay?” she said to him.
The man just looked at her, eyes a little bit haunted. He shrugged. “I’m just really tired,” he said. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
Violet didn’t think a whole solid day’s sleep would have been enough. She gave him a sympathetic smile, and tried to put the image of his thrashing, naked body out of her mind. Now that he wasn’t drenched in sweat and in obvious agony, Violet thought he was rather good looking. She had seen that he was physically fit last night, possibly just from the torture sessions alone being a work out for his whole body, but he had a handsome face, even if he was several days overdue for a shave and his expression was rather melancholy. Violet turned and got her Coke. She paused, then put another dollar in the machine and got a Dr. Pepper. She handed it to him. “Here,” she said. “My treat.”
The man gave her a surprised look. “Oh, no, that’s okay, really. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Hey, I’m just being a good neighbor,” Violet said giving him a bright smile. “We live on the same floor, I’ve seen you coming out of the apartment down the hall. Come on, take it.”
The man managed a small smile in return. “How’d you know I liked Dr. Pepper?” he said.
“You had your hand hovering between it and the root beer,” she replied. “So I figured you weren’t sure between those two, but you probably wanted the caffeine.”
“Ah,” he said. He took a drink and let out a breath. “Yeah, that really hit the spot. Thanks a lot. My name’s Doug. Let me know if you need any help with something sometime.” He held out his hand and Violet shook it.
“Violet,” she said. “My boyfriend’s name is Jim. And likewise on the help.”
Doug’s smile faltered a bit at then, almost like he wanted to say something else, but he forced it back into place. He turned and started to walk towards the stairs. Violet tried to ignore the slump of his shoulders as he went. She meant to wait until he was back on their floor before going up the steps himself, but she just couldn’t do it. She quickly stepped up behind him and walked with him, until they got to her door.
“Well, this is my stop,” said Violet. She paused then, said, “Do you need help with anything?”
Doug shook his head. “Nah,” he said. Then he chuckled humorlessly and muttered, “Not unless you know a good way to get rid of witches.” He turned to go to his place.
The words came out almost of their own accord. “Is that what she is? A witch?”
Doug froze. Then he turned and his face had hardened into a stony expression, but his eyes seemed to light up with several emotions at once. Violet took a step back as the intensity of the gaze surprised her. She let her psychic senses rise a bit to better tell what he was feeling. Shock, followed by an almost hope that was instantly replaced by distrust, which became fear, which started to move to panic.
“I saw you last night, Doug,” she said. “I’m psychic. I could sense something going on in your apartment, and it was going on for so long, I had to check it out to see that everything was okay. I saw what she was doing to you. And I saw her.”
Remarkably, Violet felt Doug shove his emotions down and his features calmed. He turned again and started walking quickly. “I have to go.”
“Doug, wait!” said Violet, following him. “Doug!”
“Get away from me!” he shouted. He reached into his pockets and yanked out his keys. They slipped from his grip and went skittering across the floor, down to the door past his. “Shit!” he muttered. He nearly dashed towards them, snatched them up, and fumbled for the right key as he backtracked to his door. Violet reached his door just as he did.
“Doug,” she said. Doug’s hand was shaking and he couldn’t seem to get the key in the lock.
“Leave me the fuck alone,” he said. “I’ve got enough problems with the witch. I don’t need some psychic trying to fuck with me. For all I know, you’re one of her friends, and she’s setting this up just to screw with me some more.”
“No, Doug, listen,” said Violet. He dropped his keys again and cursed. He snatched them up and moved to try again, but Violet placed her hand over the lock. “Doug. Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to try and screw with you either. I just want to know what’s going on. I wasn’t sure last night, but I can tell now without having to read your mind that it’s not a consensual thing.” She looked in his eyes, trying show him she was sincere. “I want to help you, Doug. But you have to let me, okay?”
He looked at her for a few long moments before saying, “Can you stop her?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “My boyfriend thinks he can contact some people who might be able to. But I’m here, right now, and I want to help.”
“If you can’t stop her, what can you possibly do to help me?” Doug said bitterly.
“I can…” Violet paused, wishing she had something, anything to say that would give him concrete help. “I can try to ease the torment she puts you through. I can use my powers. I can help you regain your calm, relax, and help get your head back together, so you don’t have the spend the next week walking around like a zombie.”
Doug considered it, and seemed about to nod, but then, he hesitated. Cautiously, he said. “How… how do I know I can trust you?”
Violet frowned. “You can’t,” she said. “But… I guess if you look at it this way, I doubt I can fuck you up any more than she has.” Doug smiled humorlessly, then nodded. “Okay,” said Violet. “So, who is she? What’s the deal between you to?”
Doug cleared his throat. “Sara. Her name is Sara.” He paused. “The deal between us is… kind of a long story… I guess.”
“Okay,” said Violet. She took Doug’s hand. “Come on. Let’s go to my apartment. I don’t really want to do this in your place.”
Doug frowned. “If she wants to come after me, it won’t matter where I am,” he said. “But then, if you’re going to help me and she catches you, it won’t matter where you are either.”
Violet thought for a moment. “Well, if we’re screwed either way, let’s just go to my place. It should be less stressful a location for both of us.” After a moment’s hesitation, Doug nodded, and he followed her.
Violet invited him to sit on the sofa, then remembered how she’d squirted all over it just from trying to contact Doug’s mind last night. She shivered at the memory, but Doug was already sitting down before Violet could stop him. She decided she would just not mention the incident.
Violet sat on the overstuffed chair partially across from the couch and said, “Okay, Doug. Go ahead. Just tell me whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Doug took a long breath and then nodded. “Okay. I might need to stop a few times, though. And, uh, if I get an erection while I talk about this, please don’t freak out. Also, if you catch me ogling you, I’m sorry in advance. I don’t mean to, it’s just… well…”
“Its okay, Doug,” said Sara. “Just go ahead.”
“Well, we had been dating for about a year,” Doug began. “Then, out of no where, she started developing these powers. Apparently, she was a randomly born witch; most are born to witch families, but sometimes, a witch is born to an ordinary family. This is usually due to an atavism appearing in a bloodline that has some extremely diluted witch ancestry.”
Violet nodded. “It’s the same with us psychics,” she said. “My family has weak traces of the gene, but only me and my uncle have ever demonstrated the power.”
Doug nodded. “Right. So. This was like five or so years ago. Sara and I met freshman year of college and fell for each other. We were decent together. I dunno if, assuming she never got her powers, we’d still be together now, but for the time, we were happy. Then, suddenly, she awoke to her magic.
“Now, I’m not sure if it’s the innate focus of her powers or just what she chose to use them for, but she uses her magic for sexual effects. She can manipulate people’s libidos, can read a person’s body to know exactly how they tick, and control their bodies to make them perform sexual acts. She can also do things like turn invisible, has some kind of telekinetic ability, can create illusions and phantom sensations, has healing powers. She’s recently learned how to teleport. I’m sure she uses her powers for other things sometimes, but even the most utilitarian abilities, she uses them for sex to some capacity.”
“I see,” said Violet. “So, like last night? She was using telekinesis to hold you up while she manipulated your body?”
Doug nodded. “I don’t think it’s quite telekinesis, more like some kind of binding spell. A psychic has to continuously concentrate on maintaining their telekinetic effect. Sara can just make someone float and leave them that way until she comes back and gets them down, or the effect wears off on its own.”
Violet nodded. “Is that what she usually does? Float you up in the air and just hammer you with magic pleasure?”
“If I’m lucky, yeah, that’s all she does,” he said. “Often times, she’ll do that and taunt me, telling me about other guys and sometimes other girls she’s fucked. She’ll tell me how she makes them cum, rubbing it in that I can’t. She’ll mock me on how I can’t get pussy on my own, and then sometimes a random girl, maybe some friend of hers, I dunno, will just show up at my place and force herself on me. The last time I actually had any sort of physical sex with someone was like five months ago, these five women just showed up in my apartment, grabbed me, tied me to the coffee table and then had an orgy, using me as their fuck toy.”
“Oh, god, what a bitch,” said Violet, a touch unbelieving. But she could sense Doug was not lying to her. Then something he’d said sunk in: “Wait. Did you say you can’t cum? Like, you’re unable to have orgasms?”
Doug nodded. “She did something to me which turned off my ability to orgasm, no matter what she made me feel. The first year or so after we broke up, she would sometimes relent and let me cum about once every two or three months, usually in some way that would be humiliating. Out of no where, she’d just make me cum while I was walking down the street, and then I’m standing there with a giant wet stain on my pants. After a while, though, she just cut it off permanently. I also can’t masturbate or initiate sex, either, so basically, I’m constantly horny and can never do anything about it.”
Violet’s eyes widened. “Oh my god,” she said. “That’s terrible! I mean, I’ve occasionally used my powers to delay a guy’s orgasm before or tease him, but that’s just cruel and inhumane.”
“Well, don’t freak out, but it’s probably the only thing keeping me from trying rape you at the moment,” said Doug. Violet noticed he wasn’t looking at her eyes anymore. Doug seemed to realize he was staring inappropriately and forced himself to close his eyes and lower his head. “Sorry,” he said in a low voice. “Sorry, I…”
“If it’s any consolation, you seem to be keeping yourself in remarkable control,” said Violet. “I mean, even with not being able to do anything, you seem like you can keep your focus. That’s very impressive.”
Doug, still not looking at her, shrugged and said, “After five years, you learn how to deal with it. You have to. I still need to pay the bills I still need to go out and work and if I didn’t learn tricks to getting through day to day, I’d probably die starving in a gutter somewhere. I guess she doesn’t want me to just become a homeless bum to die in the gutter, because she seems considerate enough not to do things that would get me fired from work, but otherwise… I don’t have much of a social life anymore. And there’s no way in hell I can date anybody. I tried it a few times, a couple just to see if I could get them to fuck me. Never worked. I found out Sara just dropped their libidos and they thought I was a freak when I would just sit there staring at them with a raging hard on while they were never interested. One girl I really liked and she really liked me back, but when Sara discovered her, she made the girl go all sex fiend on me, made her rape me for two days straight. The girl was so traumatized and guilt ridden by it, she moved to the other side of the country.”
Violet just shook her head. “Why? Why would Sara do that to you?”
Doug shrugged. “She wants me all to herself, I guess. Even though she goes out and fucks other people whenever she wants, I belong entirely to her, so I can’t have anyone else unless she’s lending me out to her friends for a night. Which she really only does to torment me further, not for any sort of real companionship.”
“God,” said Violet, and a few moments of silence passed. She then said, “I felt a bit of what you were experiencing when I tried to touch your mind. How the hell do you survive that kind of treatment? Either your mind or body?”
“Part of her powers,” said Doug. “She can keep me alive, force me to stay conscious, force my mind to stay just intact enough to appreciate what’s going on even while I’m right at the edge of insanity, just like she holds me right at the edge of orgasm. It’s because of those powers I can recover quickly enough I can walk around and coherently talk after about a day of rest.”
Violet shook her head. She couldn’t even imagine was that was like. “Okay,” she said. “So, how did this all start?”
“Well,” said Doug. “At first it as just harmless tricks.. I, uh…” He swallowed hard. “She, um…” Violet saw the bulge in his shorts flex and his hands starting to fidget. From the lust coming off of him, she knew he wanted to touch himself. “I’m sorry, if I start talking about this, I’m going to rile myself up too much.”
Violet chewed her lower lip for a moment. “Doug,” she said. “You don’t have to talk about it. But if you want to, if it would be easier, you can just think of what you want to say, and I can read your mind. Just your surface thoughts. It’s entirely up to you.”
Doug gave her a strained look. “You… you have my permission to look, if it would be faster.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be pushing you,” said Violet.
“No… no it feels good to talk about this,” said Doug. “I’m glad you came to me. I can’t actively try and seek help, you see, and when most people try to help out, and I try to tell them, they get scared off.”
“You won’t scare me off, Doug,” said Violet.
“Okay, well, I guess I can just show you the highlights…”
“Sara, could you knock it off? It’s kind of getting annoying now.” Doug and Sara were sitting in Doug’s dorm room. He had been lucky and gotten a single dorm for the year, which he and Sara had taken advantage of quite often. And Sara seemed especially appreciative of it since she had gotten her powers just a few weeks ago.
“Nah, this is just too fun!” she said. She was leaning forward in her seat across from Doug, who was lying on the bed. Both of them were naked. Doug was trying to read a book for one of his classes, but it was proving difficult, as Sara was practicing her powers on him. Slowly, but repeatedly, was curling and uncurling her right index finger, holding it parallel to Doug’s cock. As she uncurled her finger, Doug’s penis became erect. When it got fully hard, she curled her finger, and his penis went limp. She’d been doing it for the past ten minutes, and while Doug was amused at first, it was now making him uncomfortable. He squirmed in his seat, then dropped his book down.
“Sara, seriously, quit it!” he said. Sara just pouted, but uncurled her finger and held it straight up. Doug’s penis likewise erected fully, and this time stayed hard. She grinned as Doug gave her an exasperated look. They had had sex three times that day already, and Doug wasn’t in the mood for another go.
“I wonder if I can leave you like this,” she said. “Just make you hard all the time, so you’ll always be ready for me at a moments notice.”
Doug laughed lightly. “I think that could lead to some medical problems after a while.”
“Nah, I think I can keep that from happening,” she said. Doug cocked an eyebrow at her and she shrugged. “Hey, it’s magic. If I want it to happen a certain way, it happens.”
“Well, I don’t know if I want to risk it,” said Doug.
Sara got up and crawled into bed next to him. She put her hand on Doug’s penis and began to stroke it. Despite his lack of mood, her hand felt good, and Doug found himself enjoying the touch much more than he expected. Since gaining her powers, her skill with her hand had increased dramatically. Sara kissed him as she stroked him, starting slowly, but building up to a steady, rapid jerking. Doug let out a sudden gasp as he came, a small amount of spunk oozing from the tip. Sara leaned down and licked it up. Then her hand began to move again.
“Sara…” said Doug.
“Shush,” she said and kissed him again. Another minute later, Doug came again. This time Sara didn’t stop stroking and within another minute, he came yet again.
“Oh, jeez,” Doug gasped. His penis remained hard, but he wasn’t sore, and Sara’s hand didn’t stop moving. His drained libido was sluggishly rising up again, seeming to be dragged up by Sara’s hand. This was starting to get a bit too freaky for his taste. “Sara, come on. That’s enough.”
Sara ignored him, continuing her strokes. As she did she looked at his face, and Doug saw a studious expression he’d never seen on her before. As though she were performing some kind of experiment and was closely monitoring the results. In fact, Doug had a feeling that was exactly what was going on. He opened his mouth to speak again, but Sara shushed him immediately, and Doug closed his mouth. He then shook with another orgasm, only a few drops coming out now, but Sara’s hand still didn’t stop. What did stop, however, were her kisses. She continued to study Doug now, and the more she did, the more Doug felt like a bug in a jar.
Sara brought him to ten more orgasms over the next half an hour, before finally getting up, grabbing a towel and tossing it to him. She kissed him and said she had to go back to her room, having some things to get done. Doug, feeling utterly drained and a little hollow, just nodded as he cleaned himself up.
His erection remained for another three days straight.
A few months later, Doug came into his room, and Sara was there, using his computer. He was sure he’d locked the door, but maybe he hadn’t. Or maybe Sara had figured out how to magically undo locks.
“Hey babe,” said Doug, coming up behind her and kissing her. Sara was wearing a tank top, and Doug liked what he saw from this angle.
“Hey,” said Sara, somewhat disinterestedly.
“So, what are you up to today?” he said. Doug had turned to put his backpack down but he found he couldn’t quite get the image of Sara’s cleavage out of his mind. While it was not an image he necessarily wanted to ignore, he found he couldn’t seem to really bring anything else to his attention. Then, Doug started imagining Sara naked. Doug wasn’t consciously trying to, the images just seemed to pop into his head. He sat on the bed and realized he had a hard on. A sudden flush of arousal hit him.
“I dunno, I got some work to get done, but my computer’s on the fritz all of a sudden,” said Sara. “So, hope you don’t mind, but I’m borrowing yours.”
“Yeah,” said Doug. “That’s cool.” He looked at Sara, and his eyes roamed over her curves. Suddenly, he was very, very horny. He got up and moved to Sara, putting his hands on her nearly bare shoulders and rubbing them gently. He leaned down and began to kiss the back of her neck. Sara made a soft sigh, but set her jaw and gently pushed Doug’s hands off. “Doug, really, I have to work. I’ll fuck you when I’m done, okay?”
Doug couldn’t believe how hot and bothered he felt. It was as if someone had suddenly thrown on a switch in his brain and was now cranking up the dials in his libido. His penis throbbed intensely. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at Sara.
A few minutes later, he just couldn’t stand it. “Fuck, Sara, take a break,” said Doug. He stood up and reached for her again, but Sara smacked his hand away. “Sara, come on. I’m really in the mood. Besides, I thought you liked it when I was spontaneous?”
“Only when it’s convenient for me, sweetie,” said Sara. Her tone of voice only half-way suggested she was joking, but she did smile. “If you’re really that worked up, just masturbate. It’s not like I can’t recharge you easily.”
Doug complied, slipping down his pants. He sat on the bed and took himself in his hand. He was alarmed at how excited he was, his penis nearly tingling with the need for attention. He sat to Sara’s right side and stroked himself steadily as he watched Sara type away at his computer, as if he wasn’t even there. “Can you… take your top off?” Doug said breathlessly. Sara rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide a smirk as she complied, still facing forward. Doug’s eyes widened, taking in the curve of her breasts, and with a start, he felt himself reaching orgasm already.
Then suddenly, just before hitting the peak, he lost the mood. His penis began to shrink and he felt himself cool down. “Got it out of your system?” said Sara.
Doug looked at her confused for a moment. “I… I guess so,” he said. Then, just as he was about to pull his pants up, he felt the surge of arousal return, and his penis immediately stiffened to full. He started masturbating again, but as before, right when he hit the peak, suddenly his sexual excitement died off.
“Sara?” Doug looked at her accusingly. “Are you doing this?”
Sara stopped what she was doing, the turned to him. She grinned. “Isn’t it cool?”
For the first time, Doug looked at her with a touch of fear. “You’re… you’re manipulating my mind!”
“Oh, come on, Doug, don’t freak out,” she said. “I’m just making you excited. It’s just like making your dick hard.”
“No it isn’t!” said Doug. He stood up, and even with his pants around his ankles, he suddenly looked imposing. Sara actually flinched back. “You use your magic to give me an erection, well, you don’t need powers to do that. You could do that just by flashing your tits at me or using your hand anyway. But when you start jacking around directly with my thoughts, that’s where I draw the line.”
Sara frowned, stood up and said, “Doug, it’s just a little tweak of your libido. It’s not like I’m rummaging around screwing with your memories.”
“Not now, you aren’t,” he said bitterly.
Sara’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Sara, I’ve been tolerating you playing with me so far, but I have limits,” said Doug. “Don’t ever screw with my mind again.”
“Or you’ll what?” said Sara.
“Or I’ll leave you,” said Doug.
Sara looked stunned for a moment. “You wouldn’t do that,” she said. “You wouldn’t. You couldn’t!”
Doug just gave her a hard look. Sara looked paralyzed for a second, caught between several possible responses. She settled on anger. Her eyes narrowed, and Doug found himself pushed back onto the bed by some invisible force. His libido suddenly kicked into overdrive and his penis lurched into full erection. Sara leaned over him and Doug tried to move to grab her, to throw her to the bed next to him, roll onto her and start thrusting. But he suddenly found he couldn’t move.
“Don’t you ever say that to me again,” said Sara. She picked up her shirt and bra and slipped them on. “You can sit here and simmer for a while.” She went back to the computer, and Doug found his body moving to lay down flat on the bed. He lay there, feeling horny as hell, but her magic was preventing him from moving, preventing him even from masturbating. Sara left him that way for several hours, though she did eventually fuck him like she said she would. But even through the growing haze of arousal, Doug had been scared shitless.
Of course, things only got worse from there, as Sara realized Doug’s orgasm was much, much more intense after several hours of constant arousal without any relief. That’s when Sara had discovered the joys, and Doug discovered the hell, of orgasm denial.
A few months later still, Doug and Sara were lying in Sara’s bed. Doug was shivering and shaking, but seemed unable to move, held down by Sara’s magic. Sara was staring up at the ceiling, looking thoughtful, as she slowly stroked Doug’s penis. Her manipulation of his sex was casual, methodical; for all the enthusiasm she put into it, Sara may as well have been milking a cow. Doug, however, looked like he was having a fit, his face contorted with need, his breath ragged, his body squirming as he tried to fight Sara’s magical bonds, his penis red, leaking pre-cum, and jerking fiercely. Sara had just spent the past three solid hours fucking him, enjoying about twenty or so orgasms in that time. Doug had not cum once, nor had he come at all the previous two weeks, despite Sara using him quite thoroughly.
They had been silent for a while, but now Sara spoke up. “You know that guy in my German class I said likes to hit on me? I made him cum today.”
Doug’s eyes flew open, and through his haze of lust he managed to eye Sara with shock. “Wh-what?” he gasped.
“The dude was just staring at my tits the whole class, he does it every single time,” said Violet. “So I just reached over with my mind and tweaked up his libido. His eyes got all glassy, and I could sense his penis getting hard. I started setting off little bursts of pleasure in his crotch. He started squirming and breathing heavy, and he had to leave half way through class and run to the bathroom down the hall. I watched him go with my magic, and he was racing to make it to a stall, rip his pants open, and reached down to start masturbating. But I beat him to it, and send a huge spark of pleasure along his dick and he totally lost it. You should have seen it; his pants were half off already, and he was on his hands and kneesm, spewing all over the floor. Then someone came out of one of the stalls and he realized he was in the girl’s bathroom.” Sara laughed. “The look on his face was priceless! I know he was thinking of me when he came, I wonder how much he’d freak out if he knew it actually was me that made him.”
“St-stop…” said Doug. His tone wasn’t one of desperation. Sara’s hand stopped its motion, but she didn’t let go of him. She looked down and was a little stunned to see anger and hurt flash across his face. “You… you were fucking with… some other guy? How could you…aaaah!”
Sara had resumed her stroking and looking back and the ceiling, dipping Doug’s mind in a fresh coat of arousal. “Doug, these powers of mine, they’re just too damn great to waste on a single person.” Doug let out a pitiful moan. “Teasing the shit out of you is really fun, but I’ve been testing my powers out on other people for a while now. Making people cum their pants, making two random people on the street suddenly go crazy for each other and dash off to their nearest place to fuck. I was at a restaurant the other day, I saw these two girls totally lusting after their waiter. I made each girl press a foot to the others’ crotch, and they humped each other’s feet to orgasm while I made the waiter watch. I wonder how many times he came that night, masturbating with the sight of those girls writhing played in his head…”
“You can’t just do that people!” Doug gasped out. Sara looked at him. Even through his obvious need, his looked furious at her words. “You can’t just molest and rape people like that!” Sara’s hand stopped again. “What is wrong with you?”
“It’s just some harmless fun,” said Sara. “No one really got hurt.”
“Did you even think of the consequences?” Doug’s face was red with the effort of trying to talk straight when he was cross-eyed with lust. Only his anger was keeping him focused. “Any of those people could have gotten arrested for public lewdness! And what about those random people you made fuck? Did you think to check if they were single?”
Sara let go of Doug’s penis and she relented her magic bonds. “God, you’re such fucking buzzkill,” she said.
Doug sat up, breathing heavily. “I’m not doing this…” he said. “I’m not doing this anymore.”
Sara shot him an ugly look, but Doug didn’t turn to see it. “You’re turning into a monster,” he said. “All you do is use me to get yourself off and now you’re using other people for your amusement. Well, I’m done being the little fuck toy you pull out to get your jollies after you work yourself up molesting people.”
Doug grabbed his clothes and started dressing. He didn’t think how lucky he was that Sara was letting him. “Doug,” said Sara. “You walk out that door, I’m going to make you regret it for the rest of your life.”
Doug didn’t even turn to glare at her as he said, “I regret ever even meeting you.” Then he walked out the door and slammed it shut.
Though the transfer of information took only seconds, in psychic time, Violet observed them in full, as though she were actually looking through Doug’s eyes and hearing through his ears in real time.
Doug’s breathing was heavy, the memories making him excited, despite the look of shame on his face. Violet wondered if it was either the years of pent up frustration making him overly reactive to any sexual thought, or, worse and more likely, Doug had been conditioned such that even though Sara was the source of his misery, she was also at the center of his sexual responses, a fetish that revved his motor no matter how much he didn’t want it to.
Doug stood. “I’m sorry, I have to leave. I can’t be here.” He looked genuinely pained and Violet noticed he was shaking. His penis now tented his pants ridiculously, and Violet almost winced watching Doug gingerly adjust his pants to ease the discomfort. She wondered why she didn’t just adjust himself directly, but then remembered he couldn’t masturbate, and as far as Sara’s spell went, that could have been considered masturbating.
Violet couldn’t take it any more. She had to do something for him, anything to help relieve some of the pressure, emotional and physical. An idea came to her, but she pushed it down, thinking of Jim. But then she looked back at Doug’s face and her psychic senses picked up the sheer anxiety he was feeling, and Violet found herself once again speaking before she could stop herself, “Doug wait!”
Doug paused at the door, looking back at her with regret. “Thanks, Violet, but you should stay away from me,” he said. “If she finds out you’re even sympathizing with me, I don’t know what she’ll do.”
“Doug, I can… I have a way that might…” Violet took a breath. “I have this special trick I do. I use it on my boyfriend sometimes, and it… Well, I sometimes use it when he’s in the mood and I’m not. It, um, it satisfies him immensely.”
Doug paused, opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head. “No, Violet, no. Just stop. I am not going to let you do that to your boyfriend.”
Violet let out a sigh. “Doug, please, I would never betray Jim. But you’re so fucking miserable and horny I can’t even stand it. I thought talking about it would help you, but I can see I’ve just made it worse. Please, just let me try something.”
Doug turned and leaned against the door, swallowing hard. Violet gave him a sincere look. “Just let me try,” she said. “It’ll just be something to ease the pressure.” Doug closed his eyes and then nodded. “Okay. Good. Lie down on the couch.”
“Do you want me to get naked?” said Doug. He looked ashamed to have asked it.
“No,” said Violet. “I’m not going to touch you. I’m going to use my powers on your mind.”
“Are you… are you gunna make me cum?” he asked. “I don’t know if you can, but… Sara will know if you do.”
“I don’t think I can break her spell,” said Violet. “I suppose if I was good enough, I could manually manipulate your body’s nervous system to push your semen out, but I’m not that good. That wouldn’t really bring you the relief I’m talking about anyway.”
“Okay,” said Doug. He lay down on the couch, and Violet pulled a chair from the kitchen up to the end where Doug lay his head down on a throw pillow. He looked up at Violet, and she saw and sensed his anxiety again, only this time, there was a dull glow of hope. Doug may put on a tough face, but just beneath those defenses was a man who was desperate for any bit of help he could get.
Violet put her hands to the side of his head, and concentrated, saying, “Doug, I’m going to put your through a telepathically induced illusion which will effect all of your senses as if it were an extremely vivid dream. Don’t panic if you lose your senses for a moment, it’s just the transition. You will begin to experience a setting and situation of my own creation. You will be safe there, so please do not be afraid. If I sense that it becomes too much for you, I will pull you out. You will be okay. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Doug whispered.
“Alright,” said Violet. “Now relax.”
Doug did so, as best as he could, and Violet reached out to him. His mind was harsh to the touch, emotional spikes, jagged edges, and scars, entwined with the barrier of his will, an iron wall that had been rusted straight through. But she grasped him gently and tugged him slowly down into the darkness of the psyche.
Doug’s world went completely dark, silent and numb for a few moments, but he forced himself to remain calm. Soon, however, he began to see the twinkling of lights. After a moment, he realized they were stars. Moments later, a bright moon shimmered into view, and Doug felt a cool breeze over his skin which carried the sound of rustling leaves. He felt a soft tickling on his back and realized he was now lying, naked, on a bed of grass. He sat up and the bright moon revealed that he was now in some kind of field. A little ways off, he could see a small fire.
Walking towards the fire, he noticed that it was near a pond. Sitting on the edge of the pond, Doug saw a woman wearing a white, silk gown. As he approached, the woman turned and smiled to him. She withdrew her bare feet from the water and stood. She was fair-skinned, tall, with wavy blond hair. Her eyes were a deep crimson, however, which struck Doug as odd, but still rather attractive. It gave her an exotic quality, but helped to remind Doug that this was an illusion. He wondered if that was the point.
The woman smiled warmly at him, saying, “Welcome.” Her voice was sensual and soft, and sent delightful shivers down his spine.
“Um… what… what am I supposed to do, exactly?” said Doug. He looked her over and saw the gown hugged her curves beautifully. The firelight and moonlight played along her body and her hair, making her even more exotic looking. Between that and her voice, he found himself growing erect. Even though this was only his mental body, he felt the primal physical urges begin to fill him.
The woman said, “Anything you want. I am here to serve you in any way you need.” She eyed Doug’s naked body and his rising erection. “If I may…” She stepped up to Doug and kneeled before him. She looked into his eyes as she reached up and slipped her fingers around his sex, the grip firm but gentle. Her crimson eyes stayed on his as she leaned forward and placed her lips around the tip of him. Doug let out a ragged gasp as pleasure surged through him, and he felt himself instantly shooting to the edge of orgasm. Doug tried to mentally brace himself for the inevitable crash of his release hitting the barrier. But it didn’t happen. His penis stiffened in the first tight pulse of orgasm, and kept on going.
Doug let out cries of relief, sinking to his knees as for the first time in years, he felt the sensations of his semen surging through his cock and spurting into the crimson-eyed woman’s mouth. She followed his fall, going down on hands and knees herself, reaching up with her free hand to grab him by the shoulder to hold him up as she sucked and swallowed up his seed. When he finally stopped, the woman rose into a kneeling position and hugged Doug to her. He clutched her tightly, tears falling down his eyes.
“Oh, god,” he said breathlessly. “Oh thank you…”
“We aren’t done, lover,” said the woman, purring in his ear. “You still have so much tension to release.” She leaned back, stood, and slipped her arms free of the gown’s shoulder straps. It fell to the ground and Doug looked up to see her naked body, glorious in the dual light of the fire and the moon. She held out her arms invitingly. “Come,” she said. Doug took her hands and let her help him up. She stepped into him and kissed him. Doug found his penis had not lost its hardness and he found himself rubbing against her.
Soon, they were on the ground again, Doug thrusting inside her, working to another orgasm as she moaned in his ear and held him, petting his back and head, saying, “Oh yes, cum inside me, cum…” Doug quickly satisfied her request. He did so many, many times…
Five minutes passed, and Violet could feel Doug’s anxiety and sexual frustration begin to ease down. He had shed a few tears at first and made a few soft whimpers. His penis was practically writhing in his pants, but of course, it did not cum. However, though his body still naturally reacted to his mental state, Doug’s consciousness was not attached to his physical body, and in the psychic dream Violet was giving him, he spent a very long night of passion in the arms of the crimson-eyed woman, all his pent up lusts and frustrations being gradually milked from his mind as he released into his illusionary lover again and again. When Doug finally seemed to have exhausted himself, Violet had the crimson-eyed woman hold him and let him cool off in the post-orgasmic bliss. In the real world, Doug’s penis finally relaxed and softened, and even though Violet knew the ache of blue balls would still be there, it should be counter balanced by the sense of relief his mind was now awash in. Violet had the crimson-eyed woman kiss Doug before she caused the illusion to fade and she brought him back to the waking world.
Doug’s eyes fluttered open and he looked at Violet with total adoration. “Oh, thank you,” he said breathlessly, as he had said to the woman. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He reached up and Violet felt his hand cup the back of her head and his lips parted slightly. Violet tensed and Doug seemed to suddenly realize where he was and quickly shook his head, yanking his hand away. Violet sat up, withdrawing her hands.
“I’m sorry,” said Doug. “Sorry. I was still lost in the moment.”
“That’s okay,” said Violet. “How do you feel?”
Doug winced. “My balls kind of ache, but other than that, I feel like I just spent a night in heaven.” He sat up on the couch and took a deep breath. “God, you’re boyfriend is one lucky guy.”
“Yeah,” said Violet, her expression falling a bit flat. “I guess.”
Doug’s brow creased. “Are you okay? I shouldn’t have let you do that, should I? You’re look like you’re feeling guilty now.”
Violet shook her head. “No, it’s not that,” she said. “I just, um…”
“I should go,” said Doug. He stood. “Thank you, really. That was the most incredible thing I ever experienced.”
“Oh, I dunno,” said Violet, forcing a thin smile. “I’m pretty sure Sara’s a lot more intense.”
Doug let out a chuckle that almost wasn’t humorless. Then he frowned. “Violet, I don’t want this to go sour between us. It was incredible, but I’m not going to ask you to do this again. So, please, I hope you doing this for me isn’t going to become a problem.”
“Don’t worry about me and Jim,” said Violet. “Will Sara find out?”
“I… I don’t think so,” said Doug. “It should be another two weeks or so before she comes back, going by her usual pattern. By then, I’m sure I’ll be back to being frazzled. And besides, you didn’t make me physically cum, so I don’t see how she’d know. She can use her spells to sort of mimic psychic abilities, but she’s not actually psychic. Her magic focuses more directly on the body.”
“Okay. Good.” Violet’s voice was low and she still had a worrisome look on her face.
Doug started to reach out and touch her shoulder, but thought better of it. He didn’t need to make things more complicated than they were. He turned and said, “Well, um… thank you again. I guess I’ll go.”
“Your welcome Doug,” said Voilet. “I’m glad I could help.” He nodded and stepped out the door, closing it softly. Violet smiled a bit as she saw him walk with a new ease in his step, but once the door closed, she let out a dejected sigh as she sat down heavily on the couch.
Jim came home a few hours later. Violet was watching TV on the couch, and he went over and kissed her. “Hey, babe,” he said. “How are you feeling?” When she turned to him, he frowned at her downcast expression. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Violet hugged Jim tightly to her and kissed him deeply, then rest her head against his chest. Jim held her, stroking her hair. “Shhhh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he said. “What happened? Tell me.”
Violet took a moment to gather her thoughts, then said, “Have I ever taken things too far with you?” Jim was a little surprised by the question. Violet pulled back a bit and looked into his face, eyes searching. “Be honest with me. Have I ever used my powers to a point where it got to be too much and I still didn’t stop? I know at class the other day, you told me to quit it, you said ‘seriously, stop’, but I didn’t. I just kept tormenting you.”
“Well… you made it up to me right after,” said Jim.
“That’s no excuse,” said Violet. “Please, was there any other time?”
Jim sighed. “Yeah. Once or twice. You always make the sex play so amazing, but once in a while it gets to a certain point where it’s enough already and I really would like it to stop. But I love you and I trust you, and it’s the least I can do to let you enjoy yourself in return. And I mean, you haven’t ever really hurt me.”
“Oh, Jim,” said Violet. “Maybe I haven’t hurt you yet, but I could. I should stop when you tell me to stop and you truly mean it. You shouldn’t just let me do that to you.”
Jim hesitated before saying, “It’s not like I have a choice, really. When you want to have your fun with me, it’s not like I can do anything to stop you.”
Violet hugged him tightly again. “Oh, god, I was afraid you were going to say that. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You should never have to feel that way. Not for real. Its one thing to make that part of the fantasy, but I never wanted you to feel that way about our relationship.”
Jim held her, surprised at how sad she sounded. “It’s okay,” he said.
“No, no it isn’t,” she said. She pulled back again. “Before I met you, I used my powers to fuck with people. It usually wasn’t anything major, but I never really thought about the consequences of what I was doing. I’d be at work, and I’d see some guy looking through the lingerie aisle, and I’d peek into his mind and see him fantasizing about his girlfriend wearing the stuff he was looking at. I’d reach into his head and snap his libido up all the way, and he’d go running home with his dick nearly tearing through his pants. I’d chat with friends online and reach out and tease up the ones I knew had a crush on me, so they’d masturbate while they chatted with me.”
“That’s the past,” said Jim. “You stopped doing that a long time ago.”
“Only a couple years,” said Violet. “And I really thought I’d gotten over it. But I haven’t have I? I’ve just been fucking with you instead. I mean, maybe that’s the real reason I always have a version of me watching you in the illusions. I say it’s because I want you to know I’m there for you and I want to watch you enjoy yourself, but maybe I do it because I want to revel in what I’m doing to you. I want to see you twist in my power.”
“Hey,” said Jim, taking her by the shoulder. “Come on. Stop this line of thinking. You’re freaking yourself out.” He looked Violet in the eyes. “Look, so you get a little carried with me sometimes. I forgive you. Really. I mean, maybe from now on we should use a safe word or something, but I forgive you. And when you use the illusions on me, and I feel you watching me, I don’t feel like I’m just a toy you’re playing with. I feel like you’re giving me an incredible gift. And I can see the enjoyment on your face. It’s not a person amused by how they can cruelly manipulate someone. The way your eyes sparkle and your smile widens when you watch me climax, it’s someone who’s proud of the pleasure they can bring their lover. And you should be very, very proud.”
Violet saw the sincerity in his eyes and let out a sigh. “Thank you,” she said. She kissed him again. “I love you Jim, I really do. I’m just, when Doug was telling me about everything Sara did to him and the things she did before she flipped out on him, I just kept imaging everything I used to do. I don’t want to be like her. She sounds like she’s exactly the kind of person I was afraid of becoming.”
“Wait, who’re Doug and Sara?” said Jim.
“Oh, right,” said Violet. “Doug’s our neighbor, the one who was getting tortured. Sara’s the witch who’s been torturing him.”
“Ah,” said Jim. “Did you do some more investigating today?”
Violet frowned. “Um… well… I sort of bumped into him at the soda machine, and I got him talking. I brought him up here and I got him to explain his situation for me. I couldn’t help it, he just looked so miserable I had to do something, if nothing else find out what the situation was.”
“Wait, you brought him here?” Jim said a bit alarmed. “When was this?”
“He left a few hours ago,” said Violet. “We started talking about his situation, but it got to be too much for him and he let me just read a few of his memories. It’s awful. He’s been getting sexually tortured by a witch named Sara for like the past five years. I mean, really, seriously tortured. Every couple of weeks she uses her magic to rape the shit out of him with inhuman levels of pleasure and she never lets him release any sexual tension. He hasn’t had an orgasm in years, can’t touch himself, or initiate sex. She destroys every normal relationship he tries to be in.”
“Jesus, what the hell for?” said Jim.
“Apparently, all for not letting her use him,” said Violet. “He dumped her because she was abusing him, and that just made her abuse him ever harder. And at the same time, she goes out and uses her powers to molest and rape other people, apparently. I mean stuff even worse than I used to do.”
Jim’s brow furrowed. “That’s horrible,” he said. He paused. “Look, I can understand you wanting to help him, but this bitch doesn’t sound like someone you should be messing with. I don’t think you should be getting in the middle of this.” He dug a piece of paper out of his pants. “I found the number to that organization. It’s a group called S.O.S. Supernatural Operations Specialists. I haven’t called them yet.”
“Okay, let’s give them a shot,” said Violet. She smiled. “Thanks a lot, sweetie. You’re such a good guy.”
Jim smiled, and pulled out his cell phone. As he started to dial the number, he said, “So. You read his mind?”
“Yes,” said Violet.
“Did you do anything else to him?” said Jim. Violet didn’t answer. Jim turned to her, his thumb hovering over the Send key on his phone. “You said he hadn’t gotten off or had normal sex in years. Did you try and do anything to him to relieve that?”
Violet frowned again. “Yes,” she said.
“What did you do?” he said. His voice was calm, but Violet could detect a hint of wariness in his voice.
“I didn’t have sex with him,” she said. “I wouldn’t do that to you and it wouldn’t have helped him anyway. I put him into one of my illusions. I’m sorry, I know those are supposed to be just for us, but it was the only way I could think of to give him the chance to relieve himself, if only in his dream state.”
Jim’s face remained unreadable for a moment, but then he relaxed and nodded. “Okay. That’s okay. I’m glad you tried to help him. Just shows you’re a good woman.”
Violet let out a breath of relief. “Thanks for understanding,” she said.
“So which one did you give him?” he said.
“Moonlit Field,” she said. “With the crimson-eyed woman.”
Jim nodded approvingly. “Very nice,” he said. Then he opened his mouth to ask, but Violet cut him off:
“And no, I didn’t have myself there watching.”
“Suuuure, you didn’t,” Jim teased and Violet chuckled. Jim hit the send key on the phone, then waited for someone to pick up. Unfortunately, however, the line seemed to be busy. After a few more failed attempts, they decided to try again in the morning. Violet was sure Doug could handle another day, especially now that he could finally relax some.
The next morning, it was Jim’s turn to be off from classes and work, while Violet had to go to her morning shift. It was late morning before Jim got out of bed, feeling well rested. He did his business, then went into the kitchen to grab some food, dressed only in his boxers. Grabbing an apple, he sat down on the couch clicked on the TV, and took a bite. That was when something caught the corner of his eye, and he nearly choked on the apple. In the stuffed chair partially across from the couch, there was a young woman where a moment ago there hadn’t been.
She was dressed in a short skirt and blouse, with high heel sandals. Her brunette hair was wavy, and her hazel eyes had a mischievous glint. She sat looking at him with her legs crossed and her lips upturned in a sly smile.
“So, you must be Jim,” she said. Jim nodded slowly. “My, but you are handsome. I wonder if that lovely face comes complete with a lovely package. Stand up and show me.” Jim found himself standing up and slipping his boxers off. He felt something tingle along his penis and he quickly grew fully erect. The woman nodded, smiling a bit wider. “Not bad, not bad at all.”
Jim wanted grab the throw pillow and cover himself, but he found he couldn’t move at all. He was frozen in place, standing tall, with his penis bobbing out in front of him. He was at least able to blink, breath, and move his eyes, and he found he could still talk. “Who are you?” he said. The woman’s smile grew into a wicked grin.
“Who the fuck do you think?” she said.
“Sara?” Jim said faintly. Sara nodded once, her grin widening. Jim swallowed hard. “If this is about Doug—”
“Of course it’s about Doug,” said Sara. “Your girl fucked around with my boy, so I’m going to repay the favor.”
“Sara, please, wait,” said Jim, eyes going wide with fright as Sara stood up. “Whatever you’re about to do, please don’t. Violet just wanted to help him, she didn’t mean to—”
“Oh, shut up,” said Sara, and Jim’s words died on the spot, his mouth clamping shut. She raised her hand, and Jim felt himself float off the floor a few feet. Sara beckoned and he floated forward. Jim tried to struggle, but he was stuck in standing position, completely stock still. His muscles flexed, but his limbs never budged, he couldn’t even move his head. The only part of his body that seemed at all free to move was his penis, which had begun to tingle again, the sensation moving slowly up and down his shaft and prickling along his penis head and testicles. Despite his fear, Jim let out a soft gasp, as the feelings became pleasant then pleasurable. Jim, to his dismay, found his penis twitching excitedly under the magic touch.
Sara smiled up at him. “I wonder how you taste?” she said. Jim’s eyes widened as she leaned down, and he felt her fingers lightly grasp his cock. The tingling sensations suddenly seemed to triple in intensity, the motion becoming faster. Jim let out a loud gasp as Sara’s mouth neared him. He wanted to scream at her to stop, but he couldn’t form the words. His mouth worked silently, and he groaned softly, but some spell had rendered him tongue tied. His breath came heavy as Sara paused, her lips just an inch away from his now throbbing member. Even though she didn’t move her hand, the tingling increased even more and its motion became even faster. A fat drop of pre-cum seeped from the tip and this seemed to be what Sara had been waiting for. She stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the salty-sweet drop of fluid from the tip.
Jim let out a ragged gasp as pleasure simply exploded through his loins. He felt himself rocket towards the brink of orgasm, past the brink of orgasm, and his body shivered in its magic bondage. But to his horror, even though his cock spasmed crazily, he did not feel the pulsing rush of semen shooting through his penis. He hung there writhing in the peak of ecstasy, but he did not achieve release.
“Mmmm,” said Sara, letting his penis go. The sensations in Jim’s penis did not lessen, and he continued to shiver and moan loudly, his penis clenching rapidly in a futile attempt to achieve release. She watched him with a wide grin of delight. She just loved seeing the reaction of someone falling under her power for the first time. Then she floated Jim down, tilting him back until he was lying flat on the ground, face up. Sara loomed over him and Jim looked up at her in terror.
“Well, Jimmy, when your Little Miss Violet shows up, she and I are going to have a very thorough talk,” said Sara. “But until then, I think I’d like to try out this illusion trick she does. Now, of course, it won’t be the same as a psychic illusion; you’ll feel everything that happens with your physical body and all that stimulation will be real, which is going to drive you absolutely bat shit, but hey, it’ll still be more fun than staring at the ceiling.”
Jim tried one final time to gasp out a desperate, “NO!” and managed to make a loud moan that almost sounded like it. Then, suddenly, his living room disappeared, only to be replaced by what appeared to be a giant bed. On the bed, surrounding him, were many attractive women. All were naked, and he recognized them all as women he knew. Co-workers, classmates, teachers, neighbors. He counted at least a dozen around him. They crawled closer to him, and the girl who was directly between his legs, one he recognized as the neighbor who had tried to convince him to cheat on Violet, leaned down and took his penis in her mouth.
Jim let out a ragged cry as the mouth worked him, sucking him hard, the tongue writhing around him like a snake. The other women began to caress and kiss the rest of his body, until one of them moved onto of him and straddled his face. The scent of her pussy, moist and quivering before him, was intoxicating and he found, despite fighting as hard as he could, that his mouth eagerly licked and sucked at her. At some point, he felt the mouth on his cock release and then someone mounted it as well. Then the woman on his face lifted off and a pair of breasts presented themselves to his mouth. His lips sought the nipples eagerly. The world became a blur of soft flesh, warm wetness, intoxicating scents and tastes, and unending pleasure without release.
Sara watched Jim dissolve into the sea of sexual overstimulation, amused by the sight. Four apartments down, she could feel the wonderful, blazing energy of Doug trapped in a spell that was rebuilding all the frustration Violet had eased out of him. It would take Sara a while to build it back up fully and then she would have to see about creating new mystic locks and fail safes so this wouldn’t happen again.
But for now, she would sit and wait for Violet, while both men suffered in sexual torment. Sara figured she might as well enjoy herself as she basked in their radiant lusts. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts and slowly rubbed herself.
When Violet climbed up the stairs to her apartment, she paused as she sensed, once again, the torrent of lust coming from her floor. “Oh, no…” she said. She quickly dashed up the rest of the stairs and started towards Doug’s apartment. As she passed her own door, however, her psychic senses picked up some one “calling” her name, desperation reverberating along with the intense thought. Violet’s eyes widened and she immediately whirled to her door. It was Jim. Jim was in trouble and he needed her. And Violet now realized as she cast her senses into her apartment, even while she scrambled for her keys, that lust was radiating from her place as well. Not nearly as strongly as from Doug’s apartment, but enough that Violet felt anxiety wash over her.
She burst through the door, and the first thing she saw was Jim lying naked on the floor, jerking and gasping, his penis hard and flinging pre-cum about as it bucked in the air. She practically leaped over to him, going down on her knees just behind his head and clasping his head in her hands. She reached out to touch his mind and for a moment, saw what he saw, felt what he felt. She could see that in his own mind, he was trapped in an illusion of women using him over and over and over again, and he was helpless to stop them and helpless to stop himself from responding. And his lust was boiling over, his need for release burning away at his sanity.
“V-violet…” Jim gasped as the touch of her mind briefly helped him focus back on the real world. But then, just as quickly, he went under and Violet fought to regain her hold on him. She had it in her grasp; she realized Jim was still conscious, and that the illusion was affecting his conscious mind. Violet realized if she could just pull him down into one of her illusions, into dream state, she could release him from the torment.
She began to pull him down as gently as she could, when suddenly, something yanked her clear off the floor. She was flipped upwards and for a moment, felt like she was in free fall. Then, her body slammed into the wall, her limbs forced spread eagle and she found herself stuck in place, like a bug in a web. A moment later, her clothes were suddenly torn apart, falling from her body in scraps. Violet shook her head, forcing herself to get her bearings, and it was only then she saw her.
Sara was standing against the far wall; the door had obscured her when Violet first entered. She was naked, and smiling evilly at Violet, like a vampress from some erotic horror story eyeing a new victim.
“Oh, Violet,” said Sara. “I see you at last. And my, my, you are so very pretty.” She stepped up close to Violet and her right hand reached out to cup Violet’s left breast. Violet felt her nipples harden, as a tingling sensation seemed to emanate from Sara’s hand, intensifying as it got closer to her flesh. Violet’s body broke out in goose bumps, and she grit her teeth.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Violet snapped and she lashed out with her mind. Sara gasped, clutching her head and stumbling back. Violet had hoped Sara would drop her, but she stayed stuck to the wall; she remembered what Doug had said about her powers. Sara was a witch not a psychic; it was a spell that stuck Violet to the wall, Sara did not have to consciously maintain the bind like a telekinetic. Violet struggled, but to no avail.
Sara seemed to recover and her face contorted into a snarl. She raised her arm and with a flick of her fingers, Violet felt herself yanked forward from the wall. Her legs and arms were wrenched behind her and Violet found herself hogtied by invisible bonds. She continued forward and she felt Sara’s hand catch her by the throat. Gasping and choking, Violet tried to lash out again, striking harder, but even though she flinched, Sara didn’t stagger this time. Violet felt her psychic lash strike a barrier and she couldn’t push through.
“You little bitch,” said Sara. “I was going to start slow with you, but if you want to skip right to the rough stuff, I’m game.” Sara reached down with her other hand and hooked two fingers forcefully into Violet’s vagina. Violet’s body seized up and her eyes nearly popped out of her skull, her mouth contorting into a large “O.” Then suddenly, she found her breath and Violet let out a scream as her body shook violently in the air. Violet was overcome by sensations of searing pleasure, like her every nerve had become 100 times more sensitive just before being struck by a thousand lightning bolts of raw, primal sexual energy. Her clitoris and g-spot exploded in a rapid series of mind-rending bursts of pleasure. It was as if all the best orgasms of her life had been concentrated into a single blinding moment, and she was being hit by that burst of sensation over and over and over.
Sara grinned sadistically as she felt Violet’s mind surge outward, intending to flail savagely at Sara’s mind, but only for her strikes to go wild and be overridden by the raw primal pleasure. Sara grit her teeth to maintain her grasp on Violet and prevent her mind from being overwhelmed by the psychic’s fury, but she held strong. However, Sara also began to sense little explosions of sexual energy all around them. In the brief moments between Violet’s screams of agonizing ecstasy and her ragged gasping for air, Sara could hear loud shouts from the surrounding apartments. Sara let out a laugh of pure delight as she realized nearly everyone in the apartment complex was doubling over with bone-rattling orgasms as Violet’s wild lashing did nothing more than carry fractions of the pleasure Sara was making her feel directly into the minds of her neighbors. Sara could sense those who didn’t explode right away immediately start masturbating or humping the nearest surface, lovers pouncing on each other to release the sudden surge of sexual pressure. And on the floor next to them, Jim wailed, getting hit with the strongest of the stray lust shots, causing Sara to only laugh more at the irony.
Sara’s thumb worked against Violet’s clit and she stepped up her manipulations. Violet felt an invisible force, a mystic phallus, slide into her pussy, filling her, touching off every nerve in her body. The magical penis stretched her almost to the point it hurt, moving in her, sliding in and out of her smoothly and quickly. And then, she felt another one, another sensation of being fucked, as if two phantom penises overlapping each other were fucking her with separate but equally maddening rhythms. Then a third joined, and a fourth, and a fifth, and so on, until a dozen phantom cocks where fucking her in a dozen different speeds, angles and little extra motions; she could feel the pleasure from each cock separately and then that pleasure pooled together with the energy stimulating her clitoris and g-spot, making her core go nova with raw sensual agony. She should have passed out, should probably have died by now, but Sara’s magic did not let her escape.
Fluid was practically gushed from Violet’s wildly convulsing pussy, running down her legs and dripping off her knees. Sara’s whole arm was soaked. Violet’s face and chest were glistening as she cried tears of absolute rapture. Violet’s mind was screaming, and she continued to lash out, unable to stop herself from projecting the inhuman pleasure to others. She tried vainly to batter and hammer away at Sara, but the witch’s shields were too strong, deflecting every psychic attack. There was nothing Violet could do, Sara was too strong to fight.
Violet, so thoroughly and quickly overwhelmed, began to realize she couldn’t resist Sara. She could only submit to her, could only accept that she was Sara’s toy and pray that her owner would eventually feel merciful. Violet had no choice but to embrace…
For a moment, Violet’s eyes flashed, and with one final desperate move, she reached out to Sara’s mind. Only this time, Violet didn’t try to fight her, didn’t try to push her away; rather she took hold of Sara’s mind, and drew her into herself. Into the cool, calm, darkness her psyche.
Suddenly, the two women were standing in the void of the mind. Violet’s mind. Even though Violet was now no longer directly attached to her physical body, she still took a few moments to catch her breath, the impression of her sexual torment still powerful. But Violet willed away the phantom sensations, took a breath, and steadied herself. Here, she was unaffected by whatever Sara was doing to her body.
“Where the fuck are we?” said Sara. She tried to call forth her magic, but nothing happened. “What did you do to me?” She closed her eyes and tried to teleport away, fly away, anything, but nothing happened. She was stuck here, in a world of total darkness, with only herself and Violet floating in the void, easily visible despite the complete lack of light.
“We’re in the mindscape,” said Violet. “Everyone has one, a place where the mind goes when they dream, where subconscious thoughts brew. Right now we’re in mine. And while we’re here, you can’t access your body to use your magic.”
Sara looked at her in total shock. “No!” she said, and thrust out her hands uselessly at Violet. “No, no, no, no, no!” she screamed. “Let go of me! Let me go!”
“No,” said Violet. “You’re used to always getting what you want, aren’t you? When someone won’t give you something on demand, you use your powers to take it. Well, that’s not going to happen here. Here, I am in control.”
Sara looked at her furiously, but after a few moments, took a breath and composed herself. “Okay,” she said. “Fine. You’re in control. For now. But out there, you’re still getting fucked by my magic, and thanks to my little perpetual motor, those spells have a limitless supply of energy to them. Whatever you do, even if you leave me trapped here forever, you’ll likewise still be hanging in the air, getting fucked by my magic for the rest of your life.”
“I can alter your mind here,” said Violet. “I’ll make you stop.”
“Nah,” said Sara. “You won’t. You can’t. I know a little bit about the mindscape; one of my old lovers was a psychic. He never took me to it, but he told me about it. Here, my mind, my whole mental essence, manifests to fully realized consciousness. It’s not like in the real world where you can just reach into my brain and pluck a few synapses. You may have control over the environment in here, but the only way you’re going to alter my mind, alter me,” Sara pat her ‘body’ with her hands, “is to get me to let you. Which means you’re going to have to torture me until I break, because you’re not going to sway me over with a heroic speech, I’ll tell you that right now. I should warn you, though, I may not force myself to endure the levels of torment I put Doug through, but I’ve had my fair share of superhumanly intense experiences, painful and pleasurable.”
Violet frowned. Sara was right. They were at a stand off. Violet could control the mindscape around her, true, and use it to give Sara a taste of her own medicine, use it to torment her. But that could take a long time. Sure, in the real world not much time might pass. Months if not years in the mindscape could equal mere hours in the real world thanks to the looseness of time in dream state. But Violet had never herself spent that much time here, and she had a feeling that Sara was durable enough she could well outlast Violet in a war of attrition. Violet frowned. What could she do? She thought back to what Sara had said, trying to think of something, anything she could use against her.
“Wait,” said Violet. “What did you mean, perpetual motor for your spells?”
Sara smirked. “Don’t know much about witches do you? We draw our mana, our magic energy, from a variety of sources, but depending on what our magic focuses on, there’s certain special things that radiate an essence that are like endless supplies of mana. For me, my magic focuses heavily on sex, so I gain energy from there. But with most people its only a little bit of energy, and I end up expending almost as much as I get if I use my powers to fuck them.”
Violet’s eyes widened, saying, “But Doug?”
Sara smiled. “He’s never even realized it, but once Doug’s libido rises, he radiates my type of mana like a miniature sun. His energy not only fuels me, but it empowers me, making my abilities grow continuously stronger. Doug might have told you I was a randomly born witch. That’s almost an exaggeration. I should not have even become one. The witch blood in my ancestry is so ridiculously diluted, its pretty much non-existent. But after half a year of regular sex with Doug, the power germinated and blossomed. And the more sex we had, the stronger it got, the more powerful I got. I would make him cum over and over, each burst feeding me more energy. And that was fine for a while, but then I discovered what happened when I teased him and denied him release. Once he hit a certain state of desperation, the mana just came off him in waves.
(This is a continuous story in multiple parts. It will only make sense if you read it in order.)
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A few days later, as Brian was just about to leave to go to band practice, his smart phone chimed, announcing that he had received a text.
> U going 2nite?
< << Yeah U?
> No gotta work
< << That sucks
< << work Fri nite?
> I traded shifts to get off for 7 Worlds
< << O, I C
> U working Sun?
< << No. U?
> No. taking parents to airport at 7am.
< << Ouch – early
> Yeah. My aunt is sick, only flight they could get
A long pause…
> U wanna come over?
< << Really?
> I’ll be back by 8
come over when U want
< << C U @ 8
< << a.m. right?
> LOL yes
> B ready 2 practice
< << Practice what?
> Braining & mentalling
Remoting & pushing
> park in garage & shut door
(nosy neighbors don’t need 2 know)
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At 7:59 a.m. on Sunday, Brian pulled into the drive at Blair’s house, smiling when he saw the garage door standing open. He parked as directed, got out of his old Acura, hit the garage door button next to the door into the utility room, and went looking for Blair. She was in the den, with a towel wrapped around her that was just long enough to cover her “goodies,” her hair damp, brushing it out.
“Hey,” she said.
“I like your outfit,” Brian said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He +brained her towel loose, and it fell to the floor, and he said, his lips brushing hers, “I like it even better now…”
“Mmmm,” she purred, “you, um, you seem to have me at a disadvantage here.”
“So, what are you going to do about it?”
She returned to kissing him. He felt his shorts unbutton, unzip, and fall to the floor. He kicked off his flip flops, and kicked the shorts away.
He felt his boxers start to lower, but just like at Seven Worlds, the elastic hung up on his erection. He popped free, and they fell to the floor.
“See?” she whispered, “we need practice.”
“What about my t-shirt?”
She gestured for him to hold his arms up. His shirt began climbing his chest, gathering as it raised. It crossed his shoulders, continued up his arms, and over his head, the neck snagging on his nose.
“We – need – practice,” she said.
She +remoted his t-shirt the rest of the way off. It popped free, and floated down to the floor.
“I’m impressed,” he said.
“Aaah, not that good. I tried to hang it on your boner as it fell. We. Need. Practice.”
He took one of her hands in his, and raised it up. He twirled her slowly, a complete circle, taking in all the sights as she spun.
“Like what you see?”
“Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm,” is all he could articulate, and he spun her again, slower. “If this is practice, I like it. When do your parents get back?”
“We have lots of time, then.”
She led him to the couch, sat him in the center, and climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs. His erection was trapped between her tummy and his. She grasped his shoulders, and looked him in the eyes. “Look, Brian, I know it doesn’t seem like it right this second, but I want to go slow. We’re naked already because with you I feel free and safe, and with you, getting there is fun. But, I don’t want to feel rushed.
“I’m on the pill, so we don’t have to worry about contraception.” She glanced down at his boner, which was losing some of its oomph… “Don’t you worry, big guy, you’re gonna be plenty busy today.”
She stared into his eyes. He found that he was thinking of carrying her to her bedroom. “Blair, are you +pushing me?”
“Maybe… what are you feeling?”
“I have this urge to pick you up and carry you to your bed.”
“Excellent. What are you waiting for?”
Lying on her bed, she said, “now, you +mental me.” She paused a moment, and blushed, rolling over on her tummy, saying, “Are you an ass man, Brian?”
“Not exclusively, but I happened to notice that yours is quite nice.”
He straddled her lower legs, and ran the tips of his nails up the backs of her thighs, starting at the soft back part of her knees, all up to and across her heart-shaped butt. Every fine hair on her body stood at full attention. “You have a really nice touch…” He did it again, stroking a second path.
He massaged the backs of her thighs, moving slowly, again, from her knees to her bum. He sort of kiss/lick/sucked on the sensitive skin behind her knees, and did the same to the crease between the tops of her thighs and the bottom of her ass.
“Mmmm, that feels really good.”
He +mentalled her again, and she turned over on her back. “You’re a good listener,” he said.
She rolled onto her side, facing him. “Will you just hold me for a bit? We both got up so early this morning, and you’ve got me so relaxed… I swear I’m not just teasing you, but it’s not even 9 am, and right now I’d love to cuddle.”
He received a vision of toe-curling sex later in the day, and raised his eyebrows as a question. She answered with a soft nod and sleepy eyes. Then she was asleep, with her arm around his waist, her leg draped over his, and a Mona Lisa grin on her face.
Brian didn’t think he would be able to go back to sleep, but tucked into her warm embrace, with her breath gentle on his chest, he was down and out within a minute.
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He awoke, momentarily disoriented, with an intense erection. He realized that this was more than mere morning wood, because it had two lips around it, first just around the very tip, then sliding slowly down, pulling in about three quarters of his 7 inches, then back out to the top. Her tongue swirled maddeningly around the tip, then she began her trip down toward the base again. She repeated this several more times, then noticed he was awake.
“Good afternoon, sleepy head,” she cooed.
“Afternoon? What time is it?”
“A little after 2.”
“2 in the afternoon? Damn… You been up long?”
“Five, maybe ten minutes. I’ve been watching you sleep. This is new for me – I’ve never +pushed anyone who was asleep before, and I’ve never +pushed anyone for foreplay. I wanted to see if I could sweeten your dreams…”
“It seems to have worked – is this the response you wanted?”
She giggled, and he savored the sound.
He paused, +mentalling her, and she looked back at him with wide eyes, and laid back, raising her hands over her head, arching her back in a deep, displaying stretch. If he had any doubt that she had received his +mentalling, it vanished when she cooed, “Mmmm, yes, go for it.”
He raised up on one elbow, and since she had liked the backs of his nails on the backs of her thighs, ran them slowly up from her navel, through the valley between her breasts, around both of them in a figure eight, circling near her nipples but not over them, and then down to her shaved mound. He returned to her navel, and repeated the whole pattern, this time raking his nails over her nipples, causing them to reach for the sky.
He cupped her nearest tit, kissed her nip, circled it with his tongue, and then lightly tongued “I love mentalling” across it, in tiny cursive letters. She began to moan, softly. He traced a zigzag line to the other breast with his tongue, and wrote “I love being pushed” on its nip.
He began to see an image of his head between her thighs, so he started a slow, curving trail down from her breasts, lingering on her tummy for a minute, tonguing her navel as if it were a mini-pussy, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.
He lowered himself the rest of the way to her waiting slit, and lifted her knees up and apart, settling his shoulders under her thighs. He kissed first one inner thigh, then the other, homing in on her sweet sex.
He kissed the hood of her clit lightly, eliciting a moan, and lapped from the bottom of the slit to the top. He repeated her tongue massage several times, bottom to top and back, slowly and sensuously. Using his thumbs, he pulled her outer lips apart, and echoed the pattern on her inner folds – intensifying by increasing the depth rather than speeding up. He continued several more times, widening how he held her outer lips, giving his tongue access to increasing depths of her inner folds.
When his tongue returned to her clit, he circled it a couple of times, and wrote on it, in cursive, “tunnel of pleasure,” privately enjoying the reference to Seven Worlds. He puckered his lips, and sucked her clit softly between them, pulling it free of the surrounding soft folds. Maintaining the suction, he began to circle it with his tongue, starting slow, and increasing the pace. “Oh my, that feels in-CRED-ible,” he heard her moan. Then his mind was swamped with images of him on top of her, her arms and legs wrapped around him.
He placed the tip of his erection between her outer lips, and being careful not to lose the connection, lowered himself over her. He began, as slowly and smoothly as he could, to press his length into her. She pulled his face onto hers, enveloping his mouth. “So that’s what I taste like… mmm, never tasted myself before…”
He continued to ease into her, as slowly as possible. He finally reached the hilt, the slow friction electric along his length, and her breathing suggested that she found it just as satisfying. He pressed his pubic bone against hers, and rolled his hips in a circle. “Oh my god, you fill me up… you fit me so perfectly,” she mumbled. To him, she was incredibly tight and warm. Although it felt almost too good to leave, he began to pull out, as slowly as he had entered. When he reached the end of his stroke, he was careful to leave only the very tip in her. Then he did it all over again.
She locked her lips over his, her tongue assaulting his, and he maintained the slowest stroking he could manage, until she telegraphed her eagerness to move on. He was careful only to let her increase the tempo a tiny bit per stroke. He could feel her need building, but he resisted the urge to rush.
As they began to gain momentum, she raised her thighs up along his ribs, and locked her ankles over the small of his back. He maintained their tempo, stroking her confidently, in a zone, feeling no urge to cum too soon. Her passion was building, but he was in no hurry, knowing that the longer their orgasms built, the more intense they would be.
When he felt himself pass the point of no return, he doubled the rate of his stroking. She emitted a low-pitched, continuous moan, warbling each time he bottomed out in her. He felt her pussy began to constrict over him, and that launched him over the edge. He deep-stroked her until their orgasms had peaked, then he pushed in as far as he could go, and held it there.
She pressed against him, rocking her hips against his, grinding little circles against the base of his length. She squeezed him as tight as she could, with her arms, legs, and channel. She found his mouth with hers, and deep into an intense kiss, began to relax the other ways she was holding him.
“In… fucking… credible… I’ve… never… cum… like… that… before…” she eventually said. “What did you DO to me?”
She rolled them onto their sides, and kissed his forehead, kissed his cheeks, and kissed his chin. She rolled them a little further, so now she was on top, and he was still inside her. “Oh baby, that was in-TENSE,” she croaked, her voice temporarily gone. “Hold me, hold me, hold me.”
When they awoke, an hour later, she was still on top of him, his now-limp cock still inside her. She smiled at him, purred “hi,” and snuggled her face into his neck.
She sensed him +mentalling her, raised her head slightly, her eyes now wide, and stared into his eyes. “Really?” she whispered.
He replied, “Only one way to find out…”
She lifted her torso, pressing her hands on his shoulders, supporting herself on straight arms. He began to softly caress and massage her breasts, and she started the tiniest of rocking motions with her hips, squeezing his soft cock inside her, although it was beginning to stir.
Without breaking their motions, she whispered, “earlier, I kept hearing these feral animal sounds… who was that? I don’t think I’ve ever met her before…” and he grinned.
He lightly used his fingertips to circle her nipples, first tracing her pink areolas, then centering in on the hardening little buds, then widening out to tracing an outline around the whole breasts. “These are really nice,” he said.
She answered, “Do you really think so? They’re not exactly the biggest in the group…”
“Biggest is not always best.”
He was getting nice and hard, and she was definitely getting wet, so he began to move in and out of her, just a little bit. She whispered, “Do you really like them?” She felt him twitch inside her, “You do, don’t you?”
“Oh, yeah…” he responded, cupping them in his hands, squeezing them while he lightly rolled the now-hard nips between his thumbs and forefingers.
She leaned forward to kiss him, meeting his tongue with hers, swirling it, sucking it in and out as if it were a mini-cock. Her forward posture allowed him to begin a longer thrust with his now fully hard cock, and as before, he started slow.
After a few long, slow thrusts, she pulled herself back to upright, sitting on him with all her weight, temporarily stopping any movement. He felt her squeezing him, and she said, “I just want to feel you inside me. I’ve never felt this full before, you’re such a perfect fit. This is paradise…” Then she lowered her chest down to his, covering his face with her hair, and whispered into his ear, “Now fuck me. Fuck me absolutely silly…”
He didn’t start slow this time. She was expecting slow, and when she felt him slam into her, her pussy flooded and she trembled with delight. Every thrust of his, she matched with one of her own. Every time he bottomed out, she gave her hips a tiny, extra roll forward, which he realized was giving her clit direct stimulation against his base, so he adjusted his angle to fully accommodate that.
When they found the ideal tempo, he began to concentrate on depth and power. He maximized each stroke, making sure that he was almost completely out of her at the top, and that she got her extra little nudge at the bottom. Her breathing, through pursed lips, was deep, fast, and steady. She was beginning to moan, and was getting louder, building toward the low, animalistic howl she had made earlier. The sound excited him, and though he thought he had achieved his maximum size inside her, he felt himself grow slightly more.
She felt it too, and lifted her chest off him slightly and arched her back, making her breasts available to him. He caressed them with his cupped hands. He pushed them inward, bringing her nips together, almost touching. He bent forward, arching his neck and upper back, and began to suck on her nips, going back and forth quickly from one breast to the other.
That was all the push she needed, and the wave of her orgasm broke over her, consuming her. She howled wildly, her hips rocking almost uncontrollably, again causing her voice to warble. The contractions in her pussy squeezed his cock so tight that he began to cum too, and he thrashed wildly up into her. He released her tits, grasping her hips, pressing her down over his spasming cock, and held her there, rocking his hips against her, giving her clit a final bit of stimulation. She collapsed onto his chest, smiling wildly. “Happy, happy, happy,” he heard her murmuring under her breath…
: : : : :
They had a pizza delivered, Brian staying back from the door, so that the nosy neighbors wouldn’t be any the wiser. As they enjoyed their thin-crust Hawaiian Delight, with Canadian bacon and pineapple, Blair asked, “So what time do you have to be at work tomorrow?”
“Not until noon. You?”
“You… you wanna stay over?”
“Yeah, will you?”
“Sure, that’d be awesome. I should call my mom, I’ll tell her I’m staying at Jon’s. I do it all the time, she never checks.”
“Do you need to call Jon, too?”
“That’s probably best, so he can cover if, for instance, MY aunt gets sick or something.”
‘Wouldn’t they just call you on your cell?”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Um, do you not want Jon to know, or something.”
“No, it’s not that. Well, maybe it is, sorta. Yeah, maybe.”
“Blair, what’s going on? I thought we’ve been having a great day. I mean, we had a little drama at Seven Worlds, but that was DAYS ago, I thought we’d pretty much worked through that. Today has been nothing but awesome.”
Blair flushed, and shyly said, “Well, duh! Today has been great. Several firsts for me today… I mean, wow…”
She paused, gathering her thoughts.
“No, you’re right, today has been awesome. It has nothing to do with today, and it has nothing to do with Seven Worlds; but we have to talk. Something’s bothering me, and I can’t work it out by myself. Let’s finish eating; I’d rather have your undivided attention.”
They each took another bite, then Brian put his pizza down. “Let’s talk now. I’m so into today, I’m so into you right now, if there’s something you need to tell me, I don’t think I’m hungry.”
Blair teared up, and said, straining to hold her voice steady, “It’s not… um, it’s just… oh shit, come on, come sit with me on the couch.”
They settled, facing each other, feet up on the cushions, Blair positioned Brian’s legs so they bridged over her lap, and stretched her legs over his. She took both his hands in hers, and held them tightly.
“Brian, I’m afraid. Today has been so great, not just the sex, but the closeness, the companionship. You’re everything I want in a guy. But, see, I, um, I…” She faltered, her voice trailing off. She seemed to be struggling for words.
“Blair, just tell me. I think we’ve shown that we have a pretty amazing ability to talk through things. We’ve worked through some very difficult topics, and, to me anyway, it was easy. I can’t imagine anything that you couldn’t tell me.”
“Okay… alright. Here goes.” She took a deep breath. “Brian, I’m afraid I have you here on false pretenses. I… I’ve… I feel like I’ve deprived you of your free will. Oh, this is coming out all wrong…” and a tear leaked from her eye.
“Blair, is this about that thing you said at Seven Worlds, that you’ve been +mentalling me, or rather, your term, +pushing me to like you?”
Almost inaudibly, she answered, “yes.”
“I already answered that, do you remember what I said?”
“I remember. You said I didn’t have to +push you, that you do like me. But Brian, don’t you see, how would you know the difference?”
“Blair, back up, that’s most of what I said, but I think you’re overlooking the most important part of it.” He pulled his hands from hers, and took her hands so that he was holding hers, rather than the other way around.
“Sweet Blair… you said that you’d been +pushing me since the eighth grade. Right?” She nodded. “And I said, think back, I said that I’ve liked you longer than that, since before then. Remember? That’s the truth, Blair, I’ve liked you since BEFORE the eighth grade.”
She nodded, and spoke, almost inaudibly, “But I’ve been +pushing you for 4 years, that’s nearly a quarter of our lives. You don’t have any way of knowing how you’d feel today if I hadn’t done that.”
“I DO know how I feel today, and after the day we’ve had, I don’t see how you could doubt that.”
She smiled, sighed, and said, “Today was great, but with all due respect, you’re a guy. You’re a great guy, you’re my favorite guy, but, you’re a guy, and what guy wouldn’t have liked today? I mean, I was naked within a minute of you walking in the door, and we spent the last ten hours in bed. I mean, what’s not to like?”
“Wow, Blair… You ARE full of surprises. I mean, I’m sitting here falling in love with you, and it seems like you think that’s a bad thing. You’re turning our shared ‘talent’ around, which, by the way, I thought we’ve been sharing pretty spectacularly.
“You’re, you’re turning it into a lose/lose scenario. I’m sitting here feeling more connected to someone than I’ve EVER felt, and you seem to think that I’m just your robot zombie.”
Blair threw her arms around his neck, saying “I didn’t say you’re my robot zombie, silly. And I’m feeling very connected to you, too. But, what you just said, it’s obvious that we’re very receptive to each other’s +pushing. And I’ve been +pushing you for a long time – years – to feel affection towards me, and now you do. It’s not that I doubt you, it’s that I feel guilty, like I don’t deserve you. That’s what it is.”
Brian sat in silence. He wanted to kiss her and tell her that it’s all OK, but he saw the bind he was in – if he used affection to convince her she was wrong, she’d think that he was acting that way due to her influence. And if he withheld affection to show her that her +pushing didn’t work, then she would believe that she had been right the whole time, and he only liked because of her +pushing.
“It’s a perfect Catch 22,” he said. “Damned of I do, damned if I don’t. I don’t see how I can prove to you that I like you of my own free will, regardless of your supposed influence.”
They sat in silence, holding each other close. “I do,” she whispered.
“I have a way you can prove it…”
Long pause… “How?”
Longer pause… “You’re not gonna like it. I mean, actually, you are gonna like it, you’re REALLY gonna like it, but, oh, I don’t know…”
“What is it? Blair, just say the words…”
She closed her eyes, and forced the words out into the open. “I want you to be with all the girls in the group. Then, if you still choose me, THEN I’ll be able to believe that it’s your free choice.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I want you to seduce the girls.”
Brian was stunned.
“All of them?”
She nodded. “Every one.”
“Even Jenn?” he asked. She nodded.
“Even Terese?” She nodded.
“Doesn’t this seem a little, um, extreme?”
“It might be. But you have no idea how guilty I feel. I mean, this is not about doubting you, Brian. I know that you believe what you’re saying, that if I hadn’t +pushed you, we would still be here, together, now.
“But, you’ll never really KNOW, and I won’t either. You might well have ended up with one of the others, and unless you get to be with each of them, and still come back to me, I’ll always have that doubt. I couldn’t live with that.”
“Wow,” is all Brian could say.
They sat in silence for a minute.
“Brian, did you ever do something, could be very small, but for some reason it just haunts you, you can’t shake the memory?”
“Sure, who hasn’t?”
“For me, it was a friend’s dog, Ginger. Really sweet Cocker Spaniel. My friend and I had been arguing, just a misunderstanding, meaningless third grade stuff, but at the time it seemed like the most important thing in the world. Well, I’m storming out of her house to go home, and in anger I just kicked my foot in the air in frustration. I wasn’t looking, and Ginger was at my feet, she had run up, happy to see me.
“I swear, I wasn’t trying to kick the dog. I mean, I didn’t even know she was there, but my foot caught her square in the ribs. I actually heard the air pushed out of her lungs. She yelped, but nobody came running, nobody saw me, so I wasn’t in trouble or anything. But the look of betrayal she gave me as she ran off, I can still see it. She was afraid of me for the rest of her life. If I was around, she’d cower, she’d run from me if I got too close, and she never again came to me when I called her. Can you imagine the regret?” Brian nodded. “THAT’s the degree of guilt I feel at +pushing you to like me all this time.”
“Do you want me to go home?”
“Why, do you want to, after hearing all that?”
“No, not at all. I’m just not sure what’s next… IF I agree to do this, and that’s a big if at this moment, where are we? Are we all systems go, are we on pause until I finish this ‘task,’ or what?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t thought it completely through…”
“Well, what about right now?”
“Um, after the day we’ve shared, no, I don’t want you to go. I’m really looking forward to the rest of the evening.”
“Isn’t THAT good enough for moving on, looking forward to what’s next?”
“Maybe. But I doubt it. See, I guess I thought that there would always be something interfering with you and me actually getting together, that it would never happen. Now that it’s a real possibility, I’m thrilled, and I’m really surprised to be feeling this level of regret. But, it’s the way I feel, it just is, and I’m not wired to overlook or suppress my feelings.”
“Well, do I have to give you an answer right now?”
“Um, no, not tonight. I won’t set a deadline, but it should be soon, I don’t want to stretch it out indefinitely.”
“Would it require you to overlook or suppress any feelings if I were to curl your toes another time or two this evening.”
She grinned, for the first time in minutes. “No. Not at all. Not a bit.”
They sat in silence for a minute. Blair looked out the back window at the final moments of sunset. “Um, it looks nice out. The pool is great after dark. Wanna go for a swim?”
“I didn’t bring a suit.”
“I was counting on that.”
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Blair lay on her back on the pool deck, her bum positioned right on the edge, her knees pulled up tight to her chest. A warm evening breeze caressed every inch of her naked body. Her hands held fistfuls of Brian’s hair. He stood in 4 feet of water, his tongue dancing on her clit. She released one handful of hair and brought her knuckle to her mouth to bite on, to suppress the animal shriek she felt building in her chest. If she didn’t stifle the howl she felt building, the nosy neighbors would definitely hear.
Blair had never before had an outdoor orgasm, or an oral orgasm. When he had begun, she had assumed that it was foreplay, like before, and she tried to break it off as she felt the familiar wave building. But Brian flooded her mind with images of her cumming on his tongue, and she was not able to resist.
Her reluctance had to do with something that had been another first for her earlier in the day, which she had not admitted to Brian: she had never given head before. When she had stirred him from sleep by +pushing sensual images at him, and he had gotten so hard before he awoke, she just had to try it.
Now that she was cumming on his tongue, her sense of fairness dictated that she would now suck him to orgasm, and she was not at all sure about that. Most of the girls had done it, as well as some of her other friends. Most of them liked it, but a few didn’t. At all.
Only Jennifer admitted that she had swallowed. The way Jenn described how much Phil liked that, Blair wanted to do it for Brian, but the thought put her mind in turmoil – what did it taste like, would it gross her out, could she handle it, would it make her puke? And, besides, what ever happened to “Let’s take it slow?”
When she had finished cumming, she slid into the water, and draped her arms around Brian’s neck. “That was a-MAY-zing…” She kissed him, tasting herself again, loving it.
Despite the struggle in her mind, she walked him to the shallow end, backing him onto the top step of the stone steps out of the water, and settled onto her knees at his waist.
“Wait,” he said, “Are you OK with this? You don’t have to… I mean, we did agree we were going to take it slow.”
With those words, any reluctance she felt melted away, she was now determined to suck him to the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had. She answered him by taking him as deeply into her mouth as she could, and when he shot his load into her mouth, she liked it fine, and had no difficulty swallowing every drop.
: : : : :
After they showered the chlorine off, and were falling asleep, Blair whispered, “What you said earlier, that you’re falling in love with me, did you mean it?”
“You’re falling in love with me, too, you know…” he said and closed his eyes, nearly asleep.
That ship, she thought, has already sailed…
: : : : :
When they awoke the next morning, without any +mentalling or +pushing, they both seemed to feel that warm, gentle touching said much more than any words could.
A half hour melted away. Brian broke the comfortable silence.
“Baby, I’ve been thinking. About what you’ve asked me to do.”
He paused, and his train of thought was interrupted by a series of images of naked teenage girls – first Terese, then Alana, Carina, Megann, and Jennifer. Then Terese again, holding Brian’s erection beside her face and taking it into her mouth, sucking slowly on the tip; Alana on her elbows and knees with her legs spread, looking over her shoulder expectantly, waiting for insertion; Carina on her back, legs spread, guiding Brian’s hard-on into-
“Quit it!” Brian said gruffly, breaking the vision.
Gently, he said, “This is serious, we need to talk.”
He paused, collecting himself, clearing the visions from his head. Blair felt herself tensing, nervous about what he was going to say…
“I understand what you’re worried about. I get it. But there’s a whole facet to your task that I don’t think you’ve considered.” Her face was frozen in a deer-in-the-headlights look, and he couldn’t tell if she was breathing, but she nodded, so he continued.
“All our relationships are intertwined – you, me, all the girls, the guys in the band. Nothing happens in a vacuum, everything has ripples, interactions, and consequences.”
She saw where he was headed. “And if you just run around, fucking anything with a skirt, it would shatter everything.”
“Exactly. I mean, Terese – how would she ever recover from finally getting my attention, if I fuck her and then dump her.
“And Jenn – how can I ever face her or Phil again if I seduce her?”
“You’re right, but…”
“But, I don’t know. Brian, I need you to understand how much I’ve enjoyed the last 24 hours…” He grinned, and she punched him lightly on the chest, “not just the sex, Mr. one-track-mind. We’re good together. But I feel so guilty about how I got you here, I need to do something to ease that.”
Brian spoke softly. “I’m not giving up on the idea that just looking forward to what’s next, together, would be enough.”
“Sure, Brian, short term, you’re right. But what I’m worried about is, ten, twenty, even thirty years from now. We’ll be sitting there, about to turn fifty, and will you be going, damn, what if I had ended up with Carina? Or Jenn. Or Terese-”
“Ok, maybe not Terese… But, maybe Terese, it’s possible.”
“Well, I have a fragment of an idea. It needs a lot of work, it’s not fully formed, but I haven’t thought of anything better.”
“What is it?”
“OK. If I’m going to end up in bed with each of them, and somehow avoid exploding everything, I think we need to start by coming up with a series of setups. We make up some little one-act plays, one for each girl, and we use our psychic ability to make them happen. We take it one at a time, both of us, +pushing together, so that for each one of them it doesn’t come across as just me, trying to get into her pants, but where a series of events occurs, so intense that in each case, the natural outcome is sex. Each one of them has got to see it as a one-time situation, a series of coincidences.
“And each one of them has got to think the sex is her idea, that way she’ll want to keep it quiet. And she can’t realize it’s a setup. It’s got to be perfect, just perfect, so the ripples and consequences are small enough not to ruin anything.”
“I see what you mean, but I’m not sure how that would work.”
“I’ve only thought of one scene, and it’s not very good.”
“What is it?”
“Remember at the end of last summer, Jon’s parents were out of town, and the band threw the grain alcohol party at his house?”
“Yeah. Everyone got smashed.”
“Who was the drunkest?”
“Phil and Jennifer. Phil passed completely out, he was gone for hours.”
“Exactly. What if we can arrange a similar evening, get Phil passed out again, and by both of us +pushing Jenn, she and I end up in bed. If she’s drunk enough, maybe we could even get her to remember it as Phil.”
“That’s very deceptive, and kind of sleazy, isn’t it?”
“Sleazier than pretending to be interested in Terese so I can fuck her, then dump her?”
“Well, when you put it like that…”
“I’m not saying that’s a scene that we would use, in fact, I hope it’s not one we use, there’s got to be a better idea.”
“It IS pretty weak.”
“I’m just saying we take that general concept and build on it.
“One more thing. There are five girls, and I feel very strongly that we should have all five scenes worked out before we try to actually do any of them. I don’t want to do two or three of them, and THEN realize that we don’t have a good enough concept for the others. These setups have got to be good, really good.”
“You’re getting into this, aren’t you?”
“Baby, I’m into you. If this is what it takes to give you a clear conscience, it’s what we’ll do.”
“Ok, you’ve given me something to think about. And you’re gonna be late to work if you don’t jump in the shower now.”
“Then you’d be late for sure…”
: : : : :
Brian spent Monday night at home, but he set up his story so that he could spend Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights at Blair’s. She found him a spare garage door remote, so that he could zip right in, even if she hadn’t gotten home from work yet.
They spent most of Tuesday talking and exploring each other’s bodies.
After they had eaten dinner on Wednesday, Brian said, “I guess I’m gonna need to get a box of condoms. If we’re going to do these scenarios, we sure don’t want any ‘little bundles of joy’ as a result.”
Blair shook her head. “Nothing to worry about, they’re all on the pill.”
“Are you sure? How do you know that?”
“Let’s just say that you find out a lot when you’ve played Truth Or Dare several times. Some of them are less experienced than the others, but let’s just say that none of them are prudes, none of them are virgins, and none of them are ‘unprepared.’”
“And you’re sure they were all being totally honest? Nobody was exaggerating, claiming more experience than she really has?”
“Brian, we don’t measure our self-worth by our exploits like you guys do, so we’re not prone to exaggerate.”
: : : : :
P r a c t i c e
Blair said, “You know, when I texted you about practicing, I was teasing, but now that we have all this time together, it might be good to actually do it. I’d like to know if there are things you’ve done that I haven’t, that kind of thing. Maybe we could even figure out something new that neither of us realized we could do.”
Their early attempts at practice were pretty loose and unstructured, consisting more of demonstrating and comparing what each of them was able to do. They didn’t really learn anything new about their abilities, but they learned plenty about each other, and how they had handled their abilities through their lives.
+Braining / +remoting seemed simpler to compare, so they explored it first. In the end, it seemed that they were each able to do pretty much the same things. They decided that even though the terms +brain and +remote meant exactly the same thing, they had each used their own word for so many years, they would continue using the separate terms.
Blair had never tried to +remote a body part, which Brian was unable to do. They discovered that she couldn’t, either. She argued, “that doesn’t make sense, we’re missing something here. I +remote parts of things all the time – I turn on the radio in the car, I start the dishwasher, I hang up my cell phone… and we’ve both shown that we can unhook a pair of pants…”
They laughed, then Brian explained, “Each of those things happens with a separate piece – the car radio has an on switch, the phone an end-call button, pants a button or a metal buckle. That’s different than a nipple or a clitoris, which is completely attached.” Blair blushed…
They discovered that neither of them appeared to have a size limit, only a weight limit. They had read of “super-telekinetics,” people who could move cars, buses, even larger things. Blair struggled with much more than a glass of water or a full can of Pepsi, while Brian could occasionally move a 2-liter soft drink or a six-pack of beer, but it exhausted him.
Apparently, understanding how something worked was not necessary to being able to manipulate it. Brian could take a cell phone apart, explain what the pieces were called and what they did, and successfully reassemble it. Blair didn’t care about any of that, but she could +remote it just as well as he could.
Neither of them had experimented with distance, and they decided that they didn’t have any interest in affecting things beyond their immediate surroundings.
They were both able to manipulate things that were hidden from view, such as Blair’s bra clasp.
That distracted them, and then they were practicing other things.
: : : : :
Thursday night, they decided to dive in to +pushing / +mentalling. Brian was so new to +mentalling, he was willing to adopt Blair’s word +pushing. It would be simpler to explore if they used the same word.
Brian had many questions, since compared to Blair, he was such a novice. Blair wasn’t able to give step-by-step instructions, but she had an easy way of understanding what Brian was asking, and by giving examples, making things clear for him.
“Blair, how did you send me those pictures?”
“You know, of the girls, when you were ‘selling’ me on the idea of seducing them, Terese sucking me–”
“Um, I kinda just thought it, and apparently, you received it.”
“Obviously you made them up, because Terese and I have never done that, so there’s not a real photo that you could send. Did you just kinda think, ‘Terese sucking Brian,’ or did you, like, paint the image in your mind and ‘send’ it?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve +pushed long enough, that I don’t have to think in that much detail to do it. You know, to walk, you don’t have to think, move left foot forward, transfer weight to left leg…”
“OK, let me think of an example… when we were in the pool, and you were anxious about cumming on my tongue,” her face flushed bright red, “and I +pushed you that it was OK, how did that come across to you?”
“Oh, I was flooded with visuals of us there, just like we were, me on the side, you in the water, only in the pictures, I was cumming, and in reality, I wasn’t yet.”
“So that +pushing was very visual… interesting. How about that first one, at band practice, when I +pushed you to flash me?”
“That one was kind of verbal. Well, not really verbal, not like you were ordering me, just kind of a thought, ‘Show Brian your undies. Move so he can see up your leg,’ kind of thing.”
“Interesting. Sending those didn’t seem all that different to me, although in the pool, I was obviously much more focused.”
“Try one now,” she said. She sat there just a second, then said, “OK, got it.”
“What did you receive?”
“I saw us, naked, going at it.”
“How? Missionary? Doggy?”
She blushed, “Sixty-nine.”
“Excellent. That’s exactly what I sent. Here’s another…”
She began to unbutton her shirt. He smiled and said, “OK, cool. What did you receive that time?”
“It was more like when you +pushed me to flash you, sort of an unspeaking voice, ‘Take off your shirt.’”
“Interesting. ‘Unspeaking voice,’ I like that! It didn’t seem all that different to me. Maybe it is, and I just haven’t locked in on what the difference feels like. Try this one…”
“Um, I’m not receiving anything.”
“Really? How about now?”
“OK, that’s good to know.”
“What were you sending me?”