VIOLET vs SARA Part Five

[Salamando]

NINE
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…

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.


TEN
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.

“I would spend whole days holding back his orgasm as I stroked and sucked and fucked him and just bathed in his sexual essence, soaking up the mana like a sponge. And even though he’d give me an even more powerful surge when he came after all that teasing, I realized the energy flash was too brief. Eventually, I just stopped giving him orgasms all together, because that way, his mana production just kept climbing higher and higher. After about a year and a half, he hit a plateau, but I’ve been able to make him ride that peak ever since.”

“And when I used my illusion power to relieve him, that lowered his… his production,” said Violet. “So that’s how you knew something was up, even though he still didn’t cum when I helped him.”

“That’s right,” said Sara, looking annoyed. “I’ll give him credit, he really tried to hold out for you. He lasted one whole hour before I broke him down and he confessed it was you. Just judging from that, it’s gunna take me at least a month, maybe two, to build him back up to where he was. Even still, though, he’s radiating plenty of energy to maintain the spells I’ve set on you all. So, you’re still, quite literally, fucked.”

“Maybe,” said Violet. “And then again, maybe not.”

“Huh?” said Sara, confused.

Violet took a deep ‘breath,’ unnecessary but simply a habit to psyche herself up as she braced herself for what she was about to do.

“What the hell are you up to?” said Sara. Then she yelled, “HEY!” as Violet suddenly vanished.

***

Violet had braced herself as best she could, but when she roused back to the waking world, she still was not ready when the torrent of sexual energy overcame her. It took every bit of willpower not to let herself simply dissolve into whirling storm of sex which felt like it was trying to tear every cell in her body clear in half. Violet grit her teeth and concentrated on one thing, and one thing only: casting out to Doug.

She could feel his mind whirling in a torrent that made her own sexual suffering seem like a gentle breeze. But Violet did not try to enter his mind directly to reach his consciousness. No, this time she focused all her efforts in reaching the more primitive parts of his psyche. Seconds which seemed long as hours ticked by and she searched for the one thing she needed.

Her mind found it, blazing hot, the pulsing energy of his libido. She tried to push against it, to press it down, but the spells keeping it going couldn’t let her. Violet, barely able to focus, made one final desperate move. She formed her will into a blade, and, praying Doug would forgive her, she psychically lunged forward with the last of her strength. She cut Doug’s libido clean out of his psyche, then desperately scrambled for the haven of the mindscape.


ELEVEN
Violet had sectioned herself off from Sara, who she simply left to rant and rave in a corner of the mindscape. Keeping her there was a considerable effort, but not nearly as much of one as trying to torture her the whole time would have been, though lord knows Sara deserved it. They had spent what felt like several days here, but only an hour or so should have gone by in the waking world. Sara had periodically tried to raise her consciousness up, only to hit the edge of the sensual storm which still racked her body. But every time she did, she swore it was starting to die down, and the last couple times, it was definitely getting rapidly weaker. Violet decided to go for it one more time, leaving Sara cursing behind her.

Violet’s physical eyes snapped open, and she saw that she was now on the floor, lying next to Sara’s unconscious body. Violet tried to move and she shivered from how sensitive and sore she was. She noticed that for the second time in almost as many days, she had created an utterly huge wet stain on the floor. It was still a little warm, which meant the climax signaling her release from Sara’s magic had happened barely a few minutes before.

She was free of the bondage, free of the torment, and free from Sara’s cruel “adjustments.” When she could find the strength to move, she rolled over and half crawled, half dragged herself to Jim, who lay limp, breathing shallowly, completely drenched in semen. She reached out and touched his sweaty forehead.

Sara’s illusion had ceased; Jim was no longer under assault from the dozen women who could never get enough. His mind was barely hanging on by a thread. Violet delicately grasped Jim’s mind, gathering the frayed strands of his consciousness, and, cupping it like a butterfly in her hands, and pulled him down into his own pocket of the mindscape. Violet created a version of herself there to hold him in her arms and sooth him into a state of true relaxation.

After another few minutes, Violet crawled over to where her and Jim’s phones were charging next to the wall. She pulled out Jim’s phone, activated it, and called the number that had failed to pick up before.

This time, someone answered.

***

Half an hour later, a thin man wearing a large black cloak, with pitch black hair and a goatee stepped into the apartment, letting himself in. His nose wrinkled at the reek of sex but he otherwise did not react outwardly to the scene: four naked people, three looking utterly exhausted and the last one unconscious, were in the room. One man and woman were holding each other, sitting on the couch, while the other man was sitting on the chair and just staring at the unconscious woman who was still spread out on the floor.

The cloaked man turned to the woman on the couch. “Violet,” the man said, his voice soft, but carrying an air of great power. “My name is Jason. We apologize greatly for not being able to answer your call yesterday. Several of my colleagues and I were caught up in difficulties with another case and were not able to respond to other situations until today.” He turned to look at the woman on the floor. “That is her?”

“Yes,” said Violet, her tired eyes showing relief. “I’ve still got her trapped in my mindscape, but its getting exhausting holding her there. I don’t dare let her go, incase she has some reserves of magic still.”

Jason nodded curtly. “Good thinking,” he said. “I am a psychic as well. Give her mind to me, I will take her from here.”

Violet gave him a curious look. “I… I don’t know how…”

“Ah,” said Jason. He made a small smile. “If I may, allow me then.” Violet nodded, then her eyes widened as, just like that, Sara’s presence was gone from her mindscape. Jason nodded to himself as he took the woman’s psyche easily into his own. “Alright then.” He nodded at Sara’s body, and it suddenly lifted off the floor, lying as though on a floating, invisible bed. “I will take her into custody. We have facilities which can contain her.”

“Thank you,” said Jim. “Really, thank you.”

“Yeah,” said Doug, voice a little empty.

Jim glanced at Doug and said, “If you could, I think you better take him with you. Violet had to do something pretty drastic to him in order to shut the witch down.”

Jason glanced at Doug and a brief scan saw the missing piece of his mental structure. He glanced to Violet. “Yes, I see,” he said. “You removed his sex drive. Was that the key to Sara’s power?”

“Sara said he radiated magic when she sparked up his libido,” said Violet. “And since she had him under her spells, he would just constantly radiate mana to keep her spells going, even when I had her trapped in the mindscape. I know it was desperate, but it was the only thing I could think of. I tried to just dial his libido down, but she had it locked in place with spells and I could barely hold out to just cast out to him. So I had to just cut it out. I figured if his libido was what triggered the production of mana, then if I could somehow make him have a, a negative libido, I guess, maybe that would instead create a vacuum, suck the magic away. Or, at least, it would shut off the flow and we could at least try to wait it out. I’m really glad it turned out to be the former.”

Jason lightly stroked the end of his goatee, thoughtfully. He nodded, looking pleased. “That was very resourceful of you Violet,” he said. Then his features hardened a bit. “However, all things considered, you are extremely luck you didn’t kill him or leave him brain dead. As it was you almost nicked his basic survival instincts.”

Violet winced. “I know,” she said. “But it was either that, or all three of us would become her torture toys. I’m sorry Doug, but like I said, I did what I had to, and I’m just glad I didn’t do anything worse to you.”

Doug nodded. “It’s fine. As it is, I’d rather be a eunuch than have to through one more second under her torture.”

“We should be able to restore you,” said Jason. “We have very skilled psychic menders; I myself have some considerable skill in that department. However, you understand, the fact that you are a mana source is something we’re going to have to do something about. You could easily find yourself a target to other witches, especially now that you are no longer claimed.”

“Alright,” said Doug, getting up.

“I’d grab some spare clothes and a robe,” said Jason. “You can clean up fully at our headquarters.” Doug nodded and went to his apartment.

“So what now?” said Jim. “Is there anything else we need to do?”

“I will handle Sara and Doug,” said Jason. He withdrew a business card from under his cloak and handed it to Jim. “As for you two, I suggest you to go to this person. She’s a local psychic therapist, her office is a trusted associate of our organization. She will help you recover from this.” He paused, then took out another card, handing this one to Violet. “This is our office number with my extension. Violet, you have shown impressive power, skill, and resourcefulness, and your pragmatism in the face of this situation is also noteworthy. Once you have recovered, I would like you to consider joining our organization. If you so choose, we could train you to help in more cases like this.”

Violet looked stunned, looking from the card back to Jason. “I… um…”

“Don’t think about it right now,” said Jason, holding up his hand. “Just something to consider for the future.” Doug appeared then, dressed and carrying another bag with some more clothes, and a robe. Jason took the robe and telekinetically placed it around the still unconscious Sara.

“Alright, let’s go,” said Jason, and he and Doug took off. Violet and Jim lay there holding each other for a long time. She regarded the card again.

“What do you think?” said Jim. “Just speaking hypothetically.”

“I dunno,” said Violet. “It’s kind of hard imagining being some kind of superhero, swooping in to save the say.”

“But you did save the day,” said Jim. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. When their lips parted, he grinned. “You were totally a superheroine saving us from the evil dominatrix supervillainess.”

“Sounds like a sweet fantasy,” said Violet.

“A sweet illusion if you would,” said Jim.

“Yeah,” said Violet with a smile. She hugged Jim again, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes. “Let’s at least give it a week before we try it.” Jim agreed and let his head rest on hers. Soon, the two drifted asleep on the couch.

THE END

[royb5000]

I have read both of your stories today on mcstories and enjoyed the hell out of both, looking forward to more.

[wonderbo]

Excellent story! Your description of the mind-teasing was superb. I got a hard on everytime it started...and was leaking like a faucet by part 5. Also, I loved the battle....very creative.

[chuck541]

Very good story, I really like your style and creativity. Looking forward to more!