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mindsc@pe Ch. 01

By: shmagiggywokka



Prologue

Jayce reeled in pain from the impact to his forhead; a trickle of blood beginning to drip slowly down his nose. He stumbles as his feet entagle themselves in the strap of the satchel bag, dropped only moments before. The scene plays itself backwards through his mind as he in turn falls backwards onto the grey carpeted floor surrounded by the horrified faces of those unlucky enough to witness a man shot right between the eyes.

The twenty-five year old has not lost his balance yet, as his red hair echoes the plume of light and fire emanating from the dirty revolver a mere meter from his face. The bullet extracts itself from Jayce's furrowed brow as it spirals back toward the fiery muzzle, finally pushing the flash back down into the barrel as the gun pulls down from recoil. The barely audible shout from his mouth now plain to everyone as the gunshot returns it's deafening roar to the casing slowly spinning around in it's own little chamber.

Jayce's movements are quick even in this bastardisation of time and space that is his memory; he pulls himself back, leaping away from the woman cowering in front of the gunman whose eyes are soulless and rage-filled. The gunman is moving in reverse too, slowly stepping away from the woman as his grimace begins to resemble a grin. Jayce's steps decrease in purpose as his body slows down a few meters from the scene unfolding.

A few well placed steps and the firey-haired man is now leaping backwards over the counter, his hand contorted into an odd position on the laminated surface from his haste as he twists mid-air landing behind the register as the gunman raises his weapon to the roof, striding in reverse, each step as solidly placed as the last. Smoke pours into the barrel as plaster lazily rises to the ceiling.

Another gunshot builds from a rumble to a roar as fire once more erupts back into the gun, Jayce's eyes blinking confused as he taps away at the touchscreen in front of him. The plaster forms itself neatly into a ceiling tile as the bullet plunges earthwards into the barrel of the revolver; the sound ever increasing until all but silence.

***

Chapter 1
Bowties and Broken Arms

Jayce awoke with a start. His vision was blurry. Everything is too bright. Nothing smells right. Nothing feels right.

'Am I dead?' he thought aloud, staring at what he assumed to be some kind of bed. He raised a hand to his head in panic. His fingers were not met with a halo, but instead with gauze. 'Fuck.' Heaven wouldn't have bandages.

Blinking his sight into submission he began to make out the familiar signs of a hospital; the horrid blue separator screen around his bed pulled tight to stop prying eyes, the myriad of machinery measuring his every movement both internal and external, an all-together too sterile vase of fake flowers mocking him from the bedside table, and a clipboard poking out above the foot of the metallic structure he was lying on.

Summoning an incredible amount of willpower Jayce pulls himself up and leans forward, reaching out towards the clipboard feeling just about every muscle in his body scream from the effort before falling back into the comfort of a pillow victorious. Blinking once more to focus closer, he takes stock of the doctor's mostly illegible scribblings. Rereading his diagnosis a few times out of shock, he lets the plastic and paper slip from his hands as once again he reaches up to the bandage, fingers trembling as he attempts to find some way to remove it.

A man in a white coat flings open the blue screen, bathing Jayce in the harsh flourescent lights of the hospital hallway. He stood not much taller than Jayce at a little over two meters, his height accentuated by the suspenders barely visible beneath his hospital garb. Bespectacled with black hair combed back, this man seemed to have been pulled directly from the fifties, moreso as he straightened his bright red tie.

'Now you don't want to go messing about with that, mate.' He said, reaching over to remove Jayce's curious fingers from the bandage wrapped around his head. 'You were lucky enough to survive the gunshot, don't wanna pull that off only for it to get infected.' The man mused as he began looking over the instruments linked up to Jayce's arms.

'What...' Jayce was still somewhat in a daze. Memories were still slowly coming back. He struggled to pull himself upright in the bed, much to the worried frown of the doctor. A person in blue scrubs strode in from around the curtain before the doctor could answer, trading sentences in a conversation that sounded half English and half Algebra.

After the brief exchange the man in blue strides off purposefully as the doctor returns his attention to Jayce once more, spotting the clipboard on his lap. 'Ah,' he says, picking it up 'I see we've been doing a little reading.' Flipping through the contents himself before placing it back in the holder at the foot of the bed, the Doctor motions to Jayce's head 'It's not uncommon for severe head trauma to instill some amount of cognitive difficulty. To be honest,' he said, leaning down to the puzzled redhead 'I wasn't sure if you'd ever break the coma.'

'How long?' Jayce managed to sputter out as he once again reached for his head, the doctor relaxing as he felt around his jaw, the hairs of his beard having grown only slightly.

'Five days.' Came the reply 'You were brought straight here from the cinema.' He chuckled, quickly regaining composure as he explained 'The TV's calling you a "True Action Hero".' He pulls a newspaper from the top draw of the bedside table, thrusting it towards the bedridden Jayce. 'Thought you might like a copy.'

Sure enough the front page is taken up entirely by a still frame from the cinema's security camera, lucky enough to catch the gun firing at Jayce as he's captured frozen mid-air between the gunman and a woman with her hands clutched over her head in fear. Dozens of onlookers stare in open mouthed horror at the scene, a few with their phones out filming everything. The title in big bold letters "Real Life Action Hero".

Skimming the article Jayce rearranges his memories to that of the events; a gunman enters the cinema where Jayce was working, first firing a shot into the ceiling before aiming down his sights at a woman, when Jayce jumps the counter, leaping in front of the gun and getting shot in the process. From there on the story unfolds somewhat more dramatically than he could've imagined. The gun then mis-fires the third round, burning the man's hand as a security guard bursts into the cinema lobby, takes aim and fires a full clip at the man, with the only stray bullet striking another cinema staff member in the arm. Both cinema workers were taken to hospital with Mia - the other cinema worker - only needing minor surgery on her arm and Jayce fighting for his life in a coma.

Jayce stares at the paper trying to take it all in. 'Where-'

'Mia got through surgery fine.' The doctor pre—empts Jayce's question accurately as he continues to fuss over one of the slightly more noisy machines. 'She was released yesterday, but wanted to know when you were better so she could come to visit. If that's okay with you...' he stared at Jayce from over the top of his glasses with a mischievous grin. Flipping one final set of switches, he turns his attention back to Jayce, standing arms akimbo as he backs out of the semi-enclosed space. 'Rest up. Now that you're awake, I'm sure you're going to be pestered by all manner of media over the next few days.' He flicks a finger over to something behind Jayce's head 'Hit that button if you need anything, or if they get too annoying.'

And with that the bespectacled doctor reaches for the blue curtains, drawing them closed to leave Jayce once again in his partially-lit space of strange smells and odd sounds. The beeping of the machines at the side of his bed drowning out the other noises, sending him back to sleep.

***

'Heya' a familiar face poked it's way through the blue curtain. Jayce smiled as he opened his eyes, the visage of Mia slowly focusing before him. She stood near six feet tall, which only made her proportions that much more pronounced. Like Jayce her complexion is quite fair, but unlike his somewhat unruly dirty-brown hair, hers was a beautiful chestnut colour, wavy from follicle to tip and reaching well below her shoulders. Her larger-than-average hips and cleavage drawn tight around a relatively thin waist in a wonderful example of an Art Nouveau hourglass figure. The whole image slightly offset by her left arm in a sling.

Mia's large green/brown eyes shone with a brightness Jayce had never seen before as she shuffled through the tight space to his bed. 'Hey-' Jayce responded with a slight rasp in his voice. She seemed to find the break in tone amusing, so clearing his throat he tries again. 'Heya, how's it going?'

'How's it going?' Mia sits down on the bed near Jayce's waist. 'How's it- You got shot in the head!' Jayce smiles and shrugs, his eyes attempting in vain to look at the wound.

'I got better.' He utters, Mia's retort being a punch to the shoulder with her good arm. A sucker for punishment Jayce couldn't help let slip another Pythonism 'It's only a flesh wound.' He cringed, expecting another punch.

But the punch never came. Instead, Mia flung herself at him, doing her best to land as gently as possible on the bedridden workmate, pulling him up to her in a big one-armed hug. Jayce felt a tear drop onto his neck as he summoned his strength to hug her tightly in return. A soft voice full of emotion seeped into Jayce's ear; 'Thank you.'

Taking a moment to continue the hug, Jayce finally released his grip on Mia as she gave him one last squeeze before sitting up. Mouth opening to ask Mia a question, Jayce was beaten to it with the answer. 'The woman you saved is my mother.' The words filtered through his mind until they found meaning. A quick flash of panic crossed his face as he was beaten to the punch again. 'Don't worry, she's fine; shaken but fine.' Running her hand through her gorgeous hair Mia takes a deep breath before continuing. 'That guy was a nutcase who thought Mum was his ex, and followed her to the movies. Thank the gods you were there-' Mia crashes back down into a hug as Jayce pulls her close.

Jayce's arms wrap around the woman's curvy frame so tightly that one hand meets her protected arm. Feeling down her wrist he finally finds Mia's soft hand. Squeezing tightly, she returns the gesture and grasps his hand too, their knuckles interlocking. Jayce lay there with the gorgeous lady atop him, embracing him tightly, wishing he could lay with her like this forever.

Just then an intense pressure begins to build in Jayce's head, a blinding pain searing the innermost portions of his brain as he scrunches his eyes closed, pulling Mia in tighter. All he can feel is the warmth of her body on him and the pain in his mind, she's so close he can even feel her heart pounding against his chest. Everything began to get dark.

And then there was light.

So much light.

Jayce didn't remember opening his eyes, but he must have at some point. Or maybe he didn't. His mind is scattered as he stares off into the empty space in front of him, white as far as the eye could see.

'Ummm...' the voice behind him nearly caused Jayce to jump out of his skin, whirling around to find Mia standing there confused was the last thing Jayce expected. 'Where are we?' She continued as she moved closer to him, her hand once again interlocking with his. Her hand quickly slips his grasp as she inspects her arm. No sling. She rolls up her sleeve. No wound. She reaches over to Jayce, rubbing a thumb over his forhead 'What's... Where?...' she stumbled back and forth over various words trying to vocalise some sense into the world.

With both of them standing there in their work uniforms – a dull black ensemble of long-sleeve shirt and pants- Jayce's feet begin to ache. A chair appears. 'Odd...' he says, reaching over to it and sitting down. Again his instincts get the better of him, and after only the briefest of moments thinking about chapped lips, a bottle of water materialises in front of him. Mia has noticed these two miracles and grabs the bottle first, the cap opening with a pop as she inspects it with the same enthusiasm as her arm. She stares at Jayce with a look both accusatory and questioning.

'What's going on?' she demands. 'What the fucking hell is going on?!?' The bottle gets flung off into the distance, disappearing into the white nothingness as Jayce sits on the edge of his chair. Mia steps over to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the chair. 'And how do we-'

Darkness.

'-get back?'

Mia is once again atop the bedridden Jayce, both of them looking as confused as the other.

'Did you just...' they both muttered, knowing the answer just by looking at each other. Mia regained her composure, standing up as Jayce sat up altogether too fast, falling back onto the bed dizzily.

'Wait...' he muttered as she turned to leave. 'What happened?'

'I- I don't know.' Mia ran her fingers through her hair hurriedly, uncomfortable with the way this visit had turned out. Beginning to hyperventilate she sat down on the bed again, Jayce moving slower this time to lean in over to her, shuffling around beneath the sheets until he was sitting beside Mia, his arm around her.

'It's okay.' He cooed into her ear. 'Whatever it was, we're back here now.' She looked at him in a way he'd never seen before. Unsure of how to react, Jayce did what he always did in these situations. He talked. 'Well something happened. I don't know about you but I saw white as far as the eye could see.'

'And neither of us were hurt.' Mia chimed in, intrigued by Jayce's knowledge of what she saw.

'And you threw my water away...' Jayce mused, hugging Mia with one arm jokingly. 'You owe me an imaginary water.' This got a chuckle out of her, which was enough to get Jayce to make a bold move. 'I wanna try something.' He held out his free hand to her palm up.

'Uh...'

'You don't have to if you don't want to.'

Mia stared at him then at his now outstretched hand. 'I don't know...'

Jayce withdrew, not wanting to press the matter, he smiled. 'Maybe another time-'

A hand darted out towards his, her eyes closed Mia whispered 'Somewhere nice...'

The blinding pain smacked Jayce in the head again as he closed his eyes to the oncoming darkness.

The sounds of an ocean beach assault Jayce's fragile mind; seagulls squawk endlessly as the tide rolls across the sand. A light pierces through his closed eyelids as he feels the breeze flow across his naked torso.

'Summer break...' Mia's voice broke Jayce from his pain-induced stupor. He opened his eyes and took in the sight of Mia standing in a Bikini looking out over the rolling dunes, scanning one end of the horizon to the other. 'I remember this. Everyone else went up to the sunshine coast except me. I couldn't afford it.' She admitted, slumping down on the sand next to Jayce in a pair of unfamiliar and incredibly ugly boardshorts. Spotting the fashion disaster of neon colours and palm trees Mia chuckled 'And I remember seeing those beauties in the shop on the way here.'

'Thanks for sharing the experience...' Jayce muttered with a smile, intrigued by the patterns of the cheap material. He looked his workmate over, spying a large birthmark on her side. Noticing his gaze Mia blushed and moved to hide it, but before she could it faded away, as if someone had wiped it off with stain remover. 'How did...'

'Wha- Where'd it go?' Mia stretched and contorted her body trying to find the mark as if it had migrated, but was unable to do so.

'It just... faded...' Jayce had a look of puzzlement on his face of almost the same intensity of Mia's. 'It's nothing to be, y'know...'

'Ashamed of?' Mia's puzzlement turned to anger. 'Was that what you were going to say?'

'I don't know. You look amazing regardless. You know what they say; scars add character-'

'It's not a scar.' She blurts out. 'It's not- it's just a stupid birthmark. And ever since third grade I've not lived it down. So let's not talk about it okay?'

Jayce nodded, hating himself for hitting a sore spot. 'Summer break eh?' he tried changing the subject in the hopes of forcing Mia to step off the defensive. 'Alone on a beach? Sounds fun.'

'Har har.' Mia's words were ripe with sarcasm.

'No, I'm being serious.' Jayce shifts in the sand until he's facing Mia, taking a moment to stare at her wavy hair and gorgeous brown eyes. 'I like taking time off to chill out on my own. Have you found the back stairs to the roof yet?' Mia raised an eyebrow and shook her head. 'Next to the Projection stairs there's a door marked "Storage C"-'

'Yeah, that's where we keep the paint and stuff right?'

'Yep, and they never bother to check if it's locked.' Jayce grinned mischievously as he stared down at the sand. 'It's been unlocked for nearly three months now. At the back past the shelves of spare seat parts is an unlabelled door with a missing lock. Roof access.' Picking up a shell, Jayce hurls it off into the waves with a victorious smile. 'Check it out sometime. I go there on my breaks.'

Mia raises a finger. 'I've always wondered about that. I never see you leave for break.'

'Now you know!' the heroic accent he adopted caused Mia to giggle, and he used this brief pause to slide a little closer to the buxom figure. She didn't flinch, instead turning in towards him; a motion Jayce couldn't ignore as his mind did somersaults with glee.

Mia once again adopted a more serious tone. 'So what is going on? We can't be at Broulee, we were just in the hospital.'

Jayce sighed, the moment broken for now. 'I'm not sure. Before when I wanted a chair it just appeared. Instantly, you know?' he looked to Mia for a response, but got none. 'I've been thinking for the last few minutes that I want a towel to lie on, but nothing.'

'A towel?' Mia asked, looking down towards Jayce's boardies and the sand below. Just then, the various granules formed into multicoulered fluffiness underneath the man's form. 'Woah...'

'Wait wait...' Jayce stood up, pacing across the warm midday beach in small circles; his feet letting out cute squeaks as the dry sand compressed beneath him '-you said something before we ended up here.'

Mia thought for a moment then blushed. 'Somewhere Nice. I said "Somewhere Nice".'

Jayce let that mull over for a moment, before pushing it into his long term memory. 'Well, we're here; "Somewhere Nice". Before when we were somewhere white I'd thought...' He paused mid sentence, realising the road he was leading himself down. Sighing, Jayce throws caution to the wind; '...When you hugged me earlier, I thought- I thought about never wanting it to end.' He plonked himself down on the sand next to Mia, his feelings partially confessed. 'I just... yeah....'

Jayce looked up into Mia's eyes, their brown and green hues almost moving as she leaned in towards him. Before he could react, their lips met with a bolt of electricity that shot straight up Jayce's spine. As quickly as it had begun it was over, Mia now nose-to-nose with the red-haired man as he slowly blinked himself out of his lust filled mindset. 'Continue...' she mused, shifting her weight to place a hand on his.

'Um...' Jayce caught his breath as he tries to re-engage his train of thought. 'Yeah, so, before, I made things happen after wanting to go somewhere, and now you bring us here and you're in control.'

'So you're saying I can do whatever I want?' Mia's voice lifted with an odd mix of mischievousness, interest and excitement.

'Technically yeah. Actually, I think we're in your mind.'

'What?'

'Well, this is your memory, and you're able to make things happen. Before we were in my mind. So, yeah.' Jayce moved on the towel, shifting his weight so his hands were holding onto Mia's.


mindsc@pe Ch. 01



'So in my mind is a seascape and your mind is... blank...' Mia says in a syrupy voice tinged with sarcasm. 'That's gotta be saying something...'

'Very funny.' Jayce quips, as he rolls his eyes. He smiles, returning to his previous line of thought. 'What is something you've always wanted but never get for whatever reason. Anything at all, just picture it on that dune there.'

Mia cracked a nervous smile. 'Seriously?' Before Jayce could respond, a crunching noise of a million particles of sand rearranging focused the pair's attention on the previously mentioned dune. Slowly the sand began to form into solid matter. In a matter of seconds a large silver machine with pipes, knobs and flashing lights had taken shape. 'No...'

'Is- Is that what I think it is?' Jayce sat open-mouthed as Mia seemed to panic, grabbing his hand and squeezing it; the sand flashing out of existence, the machine destroyed as quickly as it was created.

Darkness.

Jayce blinked awake with enough time to see Mia open the blue curtain, turning back to him with a strange look in her eye.

'Barbarella?' He managed to say, his voice still raspy from before. That one word provoked a reaction in the woman, her look of confusion and desperation turning to shock and fear.

'Nobody... Tell- tell nobody... please...' And with those few words she was gone.

***

The doctor's Bowtie was bright red and crooked against his blue shirt. It took Jayce a significant amount of willpower not to correct the angle. 'The bullet has cauterised some brain tissue between the hemispheres.' He pointed to the CAT Scan, and the associated pattern of black and white striations across the center of it. 'You may experience some memory loss and possibly a lack in some cognitive functions.'

'Wonderful' Jayce muttered.

'Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit Mr. Winslow.' The Doctor crows back to the bed-ridden man.

'Oscar Wilde?'

'Nope,' the doctor stated proudly as if expecting Jayce's answer. 'But it's been attributed to him nonetheless. Like "Beam me up Scotty" or "Play it again, Sam.".' He turned back to the image of Jayce's Brain. 'Shouldn't be too much you can't handle. Chances are you'll just have the occasional moment where you can't remember names, faces or words. Nothing you technologically infatuated Gen-Y-ers don't already have in abundance.'

'Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit remember.' Jayce says with a grin.

'Doesn't make it any less funny.' The Doctor tucks the scan into an envelope and places it on the bedside table. 'I'll clear it with the nurses, but you should be able to check out this afternoon. I can tell you're absolutely itching to get back to work..'

'Huh?'

'Technologically Infatuated remember?' the man says, pointing to Jayce's phone. 'Every time I see you you're staring longingly at that phone. And that Mia girl works with you right?' Jayce began to protest, but began blushing instead. 'Thought so. Come back and see me if you have any problems outside simple forgetfulness. I'll organise the usual psych appointments and so on as well. You'll be bored to tears, but it's for the best.'

'Thank you.' Jayce uttered as the Doctor disappeared through the blue curtain, an outstretched hand giving a thumbs up trailing behind him before it too was enveloped by the curtain.



mindsc@pe Ch. 02



Chapter 2
Back to the Grind

Jayce strode into the cinema for the first time since the shooting, his black clothes offsetting his red hair and pale complexion. A couple of workmates called out to him, welcoming him back, and congratulating him on his bravery. Taking a few moments to chat and mingle, Jayce finally made it to the office, ready to sign in for his shift.

'Jayce,' The Manager's voice rang out over the subtle hum of the computers and constant ringing of the office phone. Jayce turned to look towards the source of the voice and was greeted with the usual frame of the thrity-something womanly figure of Monique; dressed in a silver silk blouse, pencil skirt and neckerchief, her brown hair held tightly in a bun at the back of her head with a pair of chopsticks. 'I wasn't expecting you for another week, Hero.'

Jayce blinked various thoughts out of his mind, attempting to regain some level of professionality 'Um, yeah. I called though, the other day. I spoke to Jonno, he said to come on in.'

'We both know Jonno never tells me anything.' She strode towards Jayce, sliding past him to get through the narrow space between desk and wall and over to the roster pinned to the corkboard. 'And he didn't make a note of it on here. Looks like... Dave has your shift.'

Jayce's heart sank. He knew Wednesdays were one of the few days he'd have to work with Mia now the holidays were over. 'Yeah. Fine. When can I start back up again?'

'Give yourself another week to recover, and give me a call. Hold on...' Monique rustles around the desks until she finds a business card. Scrawling something on the back she hands it to Jayce. 'Here's my mobile, just so you don't get Jonno again.'

'Thank you-' Jayce starts before he's interrupted by Dave poking his head through the door to the ticket box.

'Anyone seen Mia?' the dreadlocked man queried as he looks back and forth between Jayce and Monique. 'No?' the two figures shake their heads nearly in unison. 'Damn.' The dreadlocks just clear the doorway as it closes.

'I'll see if I can find her.' Jayce says as he heads for the staff-room door.

'Thanks.' Comes the reply as Monique returns to her office.

Jayce makes his way through the staff area and into the service hallway.

'A...' He mutters as he passes a door. 'B.... Projection...' He traces his fingers along the wall as he approaches the door he wants. 'C.' With a click the door opens revealing a nearly untouched pile of paint and random cinema-related spare parts. Clambering over a torn seat the man makes his way to an unfinished door and pulling it open he heads up the steep concrete stairs towards the steel door at the top.

'Mia?' Jayce asks questioningly as he slowly pushes the door open. 'Mia, you up here?'

'No...' came the nearly whimpered response.

'Hey, you okay?' Jayce asked, as he pulled himself through the doorway and over to the sullen figure seated on a concrete block beneath a large satellite dish. 'What's happened?'

Mia raises her gaze to meet Jayce's, her bloodshot eyes and puffy black lids evidence of her sadness. 'Nothing. Don't worry about it.' She sniffs loudly, wiping her nose on her sleeve in the cold cloudy air.

'You know I've been doing some tests with that whole mind thing.' The statement came seemingly from nowhere and caused Mia's mind to stumble over it, pausing before turning to face Jayce, motioning for him to continue. 'Let me show you... Pillows.'

Darkness.

Mia opened her eyes, laying on her back staring up at a wonderfully orange sky at sunset. The light was unnaturally even all around, making everything visible enough to interact with and see, but just dark enough to evoke a sense of mystery. She felt the ground she was laying on through her work clothes, it was soft to the touch much like 'Pillows?'

'Pillows.' The voice of Jayce softly floated from behind Mia. She turned around to meet his barely-lit gaze, like her he was still dressed as before. 'A whole world of 'em. Mountains of pillows, valleys of cushions, rivers of... other soft things. Possibly teddybears.'

'What?'

'Not much else to say really. I like sunsets. They're nice and calming.' Jayce moved over to sit right next to Mia. 'Time passes here much faster than in the real world. I've timed it; An hour here is about the same as one second out there. I've spent months sailing seas, flying through the skies and even shooting through space.'

'But...'

Jayce sighs as he takes Mia's hand in his. 'We can do anything here, for however long we want. We can run around throwing pillows at each other or just sit and chat. Whatever you want. I haven't figured some things out yet, so if there's anything you want just say and I'll do my best to make it for you.'

Mia sat in silence for a moment letting it all settle in. A niggling question rose to the front of her mind 'What happens if you get hurt here?'

'I've already tested that one. Started by pricking my thumb, I won't tell you what else I did...' Jayce broke their gaze to stare at the sky. Bright purple clouds whisked across the orange expanse. 'Suffice to say that no injury inflicted here made it to the real world.'

'Really.' Mia stated, somewhat matter-of-factly. 'I guess if physical things can't go from here to there...' She looked out to the sky, grinned and looked back to him.

'What...' Jayce met her sultry gaze with a confused look. 'Why are you-'

Before Jayce could finish his sentence, Mia gained footing against a rather large tasselled cushion and pounced him. Her weight and velocity knocks Jayce off balance, as he slams into a small pile of assorted softness with the buxom beauty pinning him down. She wraps her hand around the back of his head, and pulls Jayce into a deep and passionate kiss, her tongue thrashing against his as he responds to her assault in kind.

Mia's plump breasts weigh down Jayce as she wraps an arm around him, pulling him tighter into her already powerful embrace. She finds an opening and wraps one leg around his, using the hold to grind her hips against his. Jayce reaches up around her back and further tightens their hold on each other by pulling her into him. He slides his hand under Mia's shirt and begins to scratch lightly at the small of her back.

Mia in turn pulls away from the kiss, and reaches down to pull Jayce's shirt off. 'Easy way....' Jayce moans as her weight is now focused on pinning his ever growing member between his abdomen and the heat of her crotch. In a blur of fabric both figures lose their clothing, their smooth naked bodies lit by the orange sky upon a small hill of pillows.

Both Mia and Jayce moan in pleasure as their genitals touch from the quick removal of fabric. His hardening cock wedged lengthways across her moist pussy, it's head rubbing lightly against her clitoris, a fact that caused not just a moan, but some subconscious gyration of her hips as well. Jayce reached up to her, his fingers sliding around the back of her now naked neck as he pulls the voluptuous figure down on top of him once more, locking her into a passionate kiss.

With one hand holding herself up, Mia uses the other to grab Jayce's throbbing cock, one finger loosing from the grip to caress his balls before guiding the head to her waiting pussy. Her tongue pauses it's motions in Jayce's lust-fuelled kiss, moaning lightly as she lets his cock tip slip into her with a wet plop.

Jayce's hands wander to her back, fingers drawing down across her skin from shoulderblade to hip causing the buxom lady to arch her back, pushing the rest of Jayce's cock deep inside her, all the way to his shaven balls.

'Jay... dammit that's good....' Mia moans as she pushes down onto him, Jayce's cock filling her as full as possible. For a couple of moments they lay there almost still as Jayce holds Mia's hips down, his cock head brushing against her cervix. Mia slowly pushes forward against Jayce, grinding her wet pussy along his member's length.

'Mia...'

'Yeah?'

'I want... to come... deep... inside you.' Jayce spoke through staggered breath, his words echoing through his mind, setting off lots of alarms. Thoughts of her slapping him and demanding to go back raced through him. He gulped, awaiting an answer.

'Fuck yes...' Mia managed in reply before pulling herself up far enough to just leave the head of Jayce's throbbing member inside her 'Just... not yet...' Slamming back down, impaling herself once more upon Jayce's cock, the two of them moan in ecstacy. Mia shifts, riding Jayce as she alternates between grinding and pulling away.

Jayce reaches up, his hands abandoning the furious thrusts of the horny woman's hips in favour of cupping her bouncing orbs. Squeezing them firmly he uses his thumb to depress and rub Mia's perky nipples, her large areolas sensitive to his wandering fingertips as she moans a long 'Fffffffuuuuuuuuuuck......'

Mia's now bouncing up and down on top of Jayce with a good solid rhythm, her pussy slick with sexual juices which were now dribbling down Jayce's balls. With each thrust Mia pushed Jayce's cock so deep inside her that she could feel the cock tease her clitoris one moment and smash against her cervix the next.

The rhythm slows down as Mia leans in again for another kiss, her breasts pushing against Jayce's chest as she finds his mouth once more, their faces framed by her sweat damped chestnut hair. Taking the momentary pause in motion as a sign, Jayce wraps an arm around Mia's midsection and braces himself with the other. In one swift move accompanied by moans from both lovers Jayce rolls the two of them over; his legs outstretched, fortifying his position on top.

'Mmmmm...' Humms Mia in agreement of his assertive move. 'Yes please' she grins mischievously as reaches up to Jayce's hair, brushing the whispy ends out of his eyes. Her hands continue down his neck and a cross his chest, lightly scratching at his toned torso. Jayce pulls out slowly, savouring every bump and ripple of Mia's warm pussy, causing her to moan even more.

'I like that...' he says with paused breath, holding his cock just outside Mia's dripping entrance '-and it looks like you do too.' He places a hand either side of Mia's shoulders and pushes in slowly, the warmth of her cunt pulling him in from the afternoon air. Slowly he pushes deeper and deeper, the small rough patch of Mia's G-spot now rubbing against the underside of Jayce's sensitive prick. Deeper still he pushes until all seven inches are covered by the warm skin of Mia's pussy, his balls resting against the base of her entrance as his head pokes at her cervix.

'I dooooooo....' Comes the reply as Mia's breathing increases. Jayce grins and withdraws slowly again, allowing their various genital imperfections to bump and grind against each other with amazing effeiciency. 'Ahhhnnnn...fffff....h-h-h-h-h-h-'

Mia's body shakes as her pussy begins to clamp down upon Jayce's throbbing cock. Having withdrawn a little over halfway Jayce grabs her shoulders slamming the remaining length back into her. Her pussy walls contract again with an almost vice like grip, pulling Jayce in further than before. 'Cum... please cum with me...'

'As you wish, Milady.' Jayce pants with a grin, he picks up the pace to a phenomenal speed considering Mia's tight grip on his cock, loosening only slightly as he pounds her inflated cunt. Her own personal lubrication more than enough for Jayce's speed to continue without pause, Mia's pussy warms from the friction, causing a second orgasm to approach quick on the heels of the last one, and bringing Jayce closer to his.

A sneaky hand finds it's way down the pillow mound and under Mia's leg, it reaches out and with a momentary pause for Jayce to shift the position of his knees it strikes, fingering his cum-laden balls and toying with his puckered anus. Jayce's motion stops entirely.

'Umm...' was the only word he could utter before Mia smiled orgasmically, curling her finger inwards. Jayce instinctively thrust forward deeply trying to evade the intrusion, his cock slamming hard against her cervix, but Mia was quicker and his sharp movement only proved to pull her finger in further. His balls twitched as Mia found the right spot, and clenching from her own powerful orgasm she presses down on Jayce's prostate.

'GYaaah...' Jayce blurts out as his balls finally release the pent up load deep into Mia's hungry cunt. Each jet of sperm pusling through his cock is helped forwards by the massaging contractions Mia has no control over. His throbbing cock deep inside her, Jayce can feel Mia's heartbeat through both his member and chest as he lowers himself onto her, their sweaty bodies sliding against each other.



Jayce's cock looses forth one last jet of cum, splashing against Mia's cervix as her own muscles slowly loosen from around Jayce. He runs a few fingers up her arm until he find Mia's palm; where he continues to stroke her fingers. Mia slides her own sweaty digits between Jayce's and squeezes tightly.

'Holy shit...' are the only words that make it to Mia before the darkness sets in.

Back on the roof, Mia sits facing Jayce, their hands intertwined.

'That- that was...' she stutters.

'Amazing...' Jayce can barely hold himself upright, which is more than Mia could, slipping off the concrete and were it not for Jayce's quick reflexes she'd have hit the floor pretty hard. 'Woah there... you okay?'

'Just a little woozy...' Mia says, her heart beating faster as she recalls the memories of her trip into Jayce's mind. 'Did we really?'

'Do that?' Jayce said with a satisfied grin as he places Mia back on the concrete block. Once the woman was seated comfortably, he lay down beside her, staring up at the grey clouds. Somehow his cock felt as if it had just been through that whole ordeal, but knowing it hadn't gave it all the more strength as it's slowly hardening form pushes against his zipper. He shifted a leg to hide it. 'Yes, yes we did.'

Mia took a moment to collect her thoughts, turning to Jayce as she spoke. 'I-' she gulped 'I've been going through a tough time at the moment. You know Jonno and I are... together, right?'

'Of course; he's the prick that's a pain in my arse everyday and brags how he gets to fuck you whenever he wants, etc. etc. Go on...' At that comment Mia considers objecting as her mouth holds an open vowel in silence.

Thinking better of it, she continues 'Well we had a fight last night, and it's over now. I think it is. I don't know.' She turns away in frustration at her own faltering decisiveness. 'I suppose you can sympathise; what with the stuff with Adrienne.'

Jayce recalled the last few months in his mind. A stupid sentence uttered, escalating into a mountain of words that crash down upon his mind and heart as he leaves the house with a single packed bag. 'We're back on speaking terms now at least, and she hasn't destroyed my stuff which is nice.'

'Still couch surfing?'

'Yep.' He admitted with a sigh.

'Well, now so am I.' Mia's arms flop down beside her as she turns her attention to the sky.

Jayce's heart raced; this was his chance. He thought about the options, weighed them up and took a blind leap. 'Live with me.'

'What?' Mia's stunned reply caught even herself off guard, coughing at the sudden exhalation of air at the wrong time.

'Move in with me.' Jayce's heart stopped in embarrassment from having to repeat himself. He gulped 'Dave's moving out of his apartment in a few days and the landlord said he won't have to do the whole four weeks rent thing if he can find someone immediately. It's a little expensive for just me, but together we could-'

'I've been there,' Mia stated abruptly 'It's a one bedroom place.' She shifted uneasily.

'You take the bedroom, and I'll just use a partition in the lounge. I'm already couch surfing, and it'll only be temporary until we each get back on our feet.' He paused, waiting for an answer. His chest was burning as it felt as though his heart hadn't beat in minutes.

Mia looked him over. Reasonably well built, Jayce lay on the concrete block with his arms clasped behind his head, his leg raised the way men do when they have a hardon and don't want to show it. His brown eyes just seemed so honest.

'Okay.' She sighed with a mix of relief and anticipation.

'Okay.' Jayce's heart decided it had some catching up to do and began racing as he smiled into the sky. A fact which he began to feel the effects of in his pants; after all the blood had to go somewhere. He shifted a little more as he realised the conjoined thought of their recent "adventures" coupled with living together. 'And, um, you know that if- if you wanted to go relax somewhere- somewhere "nice" you can just let me know, whenever- whenever you want.'

Mia blushed at the thought of using Jayce like that again. 'Sounds... nice. But next time I get to be in control.' She grins at Jayce.

'Seemed like you were pretty well in control before-' Jayce started as Mia gives him a punch to his raised leg. A squeal of pain escapes the reclining man's lips as he curls forwards, almost sitting up.

Thinking about how big he was in that surreal world of pillows and where in proportion everything would be, Mia recoils in terror at what she'd done. 'Sorrysorrysorrysorry-' She begins to pat down the injured erection through Jayce's pants, only increasing his squirming. 'Shit I'm so sorry...'

Jayce was now clutching at his wounded crotch, the dull throbbing from before intensified a thousand fold from the impact of Mia's fist. It wasn't a hard punch, but it had hurt all the same. Mia managed after a few seconds to pry his hands away, and much to Jayce's surprise she unzips his pants. Like a rabbit in headlights, he freezes.

Mia wasn't as still, her hands were almost a blur as they pulled out Jayce's sore member, exposing it to the cold rooftop air. It was just as big here as it was in his mind. She thought about asking Jayce why he didn't change his size, or if he even wanted to. But wiping all those thoughts from her mind she just leans down and speaks softly 'Let me kiss it better.'

Jayce was still frozen before the chestnut-haired lady; his crush, the one person he'd been too afraid to ask out and had been cast into the friend zone as punishment was now actually offering to kiss his erect penis, not long after having imaginary sex and agreeing to move in with him. It took all his self control not to cum on the spot. Control which would soon be tested as her moist rosy lips descended upon his injured member.

As her luscious red lips touched his engorged cock, Jayce breathes in sharply. Mia's tongue gently flicks the tip, as she smiles up at him 'Does that feel better?'

Jayce could barely manage a response, nodding as he mumbles in confusion 'A- a little.'

'Hmmm...' Mia hummed, shifting her weight to grip Jayce's cock with both hands. 'That won't do...' with one last flick of her tongue across the tip of the head, Mia opens wide and descends upon Jayce's meat slowly, taking it in inch by inch. Halfway down she closes her lips around him, the warmth of her mouth causing him to twitch; his balls desperate to shoot his hot seed into her mouth. Mia's tongue caresses Jayce's length, with little sucking motions she pulls him deeper inside.

With the excitement from before and the look in Mia's eyes now as she suckles on his cock like a hungry calf at the teat of it's mother, Jayce can hold back no longer. With a grunt and a moan his balls contract, pumping his hot seed up his swollen shaft to spurt against the back of Mia's throat. Feeling Jayce cumming, Mia pushes herself down further around his cock until it swells up against the back of her throat. Holding back her gag reflex she pushes her tongue against Jayce's pulsing cock, working it along his length as she milks him for all he's worth.

Jayce could feel the next shot of cum hit the back of Mia's throat and start to dribble down his cock, the motions of her tongue sloshing it around the throbbing member before her cheeks clamp down tight, sucking the salty fluid back down her throat. Another couple blasts of Jayce's hot seed erupt from his prick as Mia hungrily swallows every drop, sucking him dry drop by drop.




mindsc@pe Ch. 03



Chapter 3
Of Puppies and Dungeons

The sound of Beethoven's Fifth echoes across the nearly empty halls of the local mall as Jayce's phone get's a call. Fumbling through his pockets he eventually locates the source of the vibration and noise. Tapping the screen to see the caller he sighs as it shows work's office line. 'Yo?'

'It's Mia.' Comes the disembodied voice, crackly due to the concrete walls and roof of the shopping center. 'Are you anywhere close to Civic?'

'Yeah, just below the cinema now.'

'Jonno just called me, he's coming here to take me home. I need you to walk me to Dave's; I'm staying there tonight.' Mia's voice cracks, this time from fear. 'But we need to go – like – right now. I just need to grab my stuff, see you in a sec.' She blurts as the telltale click of the handset being hung up ends the call.

At a pace, Jayce makes his way to the escalators, bounding up them towards the cinema. At the top he nearly bowls over Monique, setting up the bollards as the cinema is prepared to shut for the night. 'Gah!' she shouts as Jayce narrowly avoids her. 'Dammit Jayce!'

'Sorry, Mia called, she wants me to walk her home.'

'Don't bullshit me.' Her blunt nature was well known throughout the cinema complex, but the harshness of tone still took Jayce by surprise. 'I know Jonno's being an arse,' Monique's tone turns from somewhat frustrated to downright serious 'just make sure she gets home safe, okay?'

Worded as a question, Jayce knew it was a statement. 'Don't worry, I'm well versed in Anti-Jon warfare. Little does he know my secret plan to-'

'Jayce!' Monique nearly throws down the remaining bollard and signs, checking for customers before turning to stare him dead in the eye. 'I've heard him brag about some of the perverted stuff he thinks of doing...' her eyes wander, lost in thought as her cheeks and neck flush red. Monique grabs Jayce's hand, squeezing it tightly as her voice drops an octave, pushing the point. 'Keep her safe.'

The words are no sooner out of her mouth than Jayce's head begins to throb. His vision blurring as the pain sets in and everything goes dark.

***

An orange glow seeps in through Jayce's closed eyes, coaxing them open. He seems to be standing exactly where he was before; at the top of the escalator leading up to the cinema. Except everything was somehow different. Blinking a few times to get his bearings, Jayce nearly falls over in shock when he realises what he'd been sensing as "odd"; everything was built as though it were the twelfth century.

Every wall was made of large stone blocks, recessed light fittings replaced with flaming torches, even the escalator is made of large sliding stone blocks. Looking down the escalator almost gave Jayce a sense of vertigo, as the blocks seemingly disappear miles away into the darkness; no shops below as a reference point. Behind him a large Iron studded oak door creaks open.

'Jayce? Jayce, is that you?' comes the somewhat quakey voice of Monique. Jayce approaches her, noticing her clothes are now all black and somewhat tighter fitting. 'What's going on? Why are we here?'

'Well, "Here" is a bit of a malleable term...' Jayce ran his fingers through his red hair nervously. 'Long story short – and I know it's gonna sound a tad farfetched – The bullet caused brain damage that now lets me psychically communicate with people through touch alone.'

The silence from Monique was palpable. She tried a few times to respond, but her mouth just couldn't make the right sounds.

'Look,' Jayce continues, walking over to the confused manager. 'Time doesn't work the same way here; a fraction of a second will have passed by now, even a day here would barely clock up half a minute. And it's easy to get back to the real world. All we have to do is hold hands and think of going home- Ugh. This really IS starting to sound farfetched...' Jayce facepalms as he stops in front of Monique.

'So we're in My... Your... My imagination?' She mutters, trying to make sense of the whole situation.

Jayce takes a glance around. 'Yours, I'm guessing.' He places a hand on the wooden door, running his fingers along the timbers. 'I'd never "quite" thought of this place as a dungeon, I have to admit.'

'Is it safe?'

'Completely. I've done tests. You can get hurt, but not die; otherwise whatever happens in here doesn't transfer to the real world.' Jayce takes his hand away from the door as he realises he's fondling one of the iron studs. 'Yeah - *ahem* - whomever's mind your in has complete control.'

'Complete control?' Monique's voice had an undertone of mischievousness in that last question.

Jayce cocked an eyebrow as he noticed a smile forming on Monique's face. 'Yyyyeaaaahh... Complete control. Location, objects, whatever you want. Making a convincing fake person is difficult, I haven't quite gotten that good yet, but-'

A flash of purple was the only thing separating Jayce's memory from standing in the medeieval cinema foyer to where he was now. Judging by the size it was probably Storage Room B. Lining the walls where the various tools, brooms, mops and buckets would be were instead a variety of sexual toys, whips, and chains. Shelving units were now crossbeams with leather straps, and standing in the doorway arms akimbo is Monique.

She was dressed now in only a pair of black knee-high leather boots; a black skullcap/bandana thing with cat ears; a black and purple leather corset stopping just under the nipples and a pair of latex fingerless gloves, also black. Grasped firmly in her right hand is a cat'o'ninetales with what appeared to Jayce to be a reasonably large buttplug for a hilt. She was smiling seductively, her eyes piercing into Jayce's soul as she steps forward, the heavy iron door slamming shut behind her.

Jayce tries to move, but realises that he'd been secured naked to the ceiling by his now upstretched arms. He wasn't a moment ago, but it appeared as though Monique was adapting to her newfound power rather quickly. 'Um...' was all he could manage before the first blow from the whip struck his naked ass. Jayce grimaced as the pain turned from a sharp shock to a dull throb. Worse still was the odd sensation growing in his nether region.

'I thought so.' Monique cooed as she circles her prey. The whip was flicked once again across the man's rear before being dragged across his naked frame. The dominatrix observes Jayce's body, his barely toned muscles glinting with sweat in the torchlight. His erection continues to grow as the throbbing red marks begin to appear across his rump. The leather straps holding him up tighten as Jayce struggles to free himself.

'None of that..." there's another crack of leather-on-skin as Monique lines up the first of several lashes across Jayce's pale form; the last of which causes a small bead of scarlet to slowly pool a few inches above his right nipple. Monique's steely façade is briefly interrupted by the sight of one of her own staff members bleeding from her touch; but it is soon replaced by the satisfied and lustful stare of a sadist. Sliding in close to the strung-up Jayce, Monique runs an outstretched finger across the cut before bringing it to her mouth, savouring the taste.

'F-Fuck....' Jayce winces in pain as Monique applies the cat'o'ninetails along his inner thigh repeatedly, leaving another bleeding welt as proof. 'Fucking-fuck fuck...' for each curse she whips him again, the lines now crosshatching all but his arms as crimson trails slowly run down his body. 'What... what the fuck?...'

Monique flings her arms wide, gesturing to the room as she turns on the spot, smiling with her eyes closed until she turns to Jayce. 'What is all this?' she moves back over to the man, taking pleasure in his wincing as she pushes her body onto his. 'If you every wondered why I'm so-'

'Bitchy?' Jayce practically spits the words at his leather-clad boss.

'Hmph.' Monique slaps him across the face, sending Jayce spinning until her rough hands grab his jaw; wrenching him a stop. She uses her grip to pull him into a deep and forceful kiss; her tongue slashes across his mouth before she pulls away, biting his lower lip in the process. 'I was going to say Task-' the whip strikes sharply above Jayce's ass '-Master'. She reaches out to his growing member, tracing the leather whip up his growing shaft before cracking it across his belly.

'I run a tight ship.' The leather was again causing a reaction in Jayce's cock, betraying his lust towards the barely clothed woman as it was traced across his midsection and up his chest. 'All I ask is that people follow my orders. Is it any wonder I "Fantasise" about this place?'

'Which is why I-' Monique again circles Jayce, tracing the whip across his bloodied skin, moaning as the blood is smeared across his torso '-why I've always liked you. You always did what I asked, always made sure the others did too.' The leather whip begins to morph in her hand as she turns it over and over, Monique grinning as the straps twist and turn. Jayce gasps as the harsh leather he expects to flail his ass is replaced instead with fur. Glancing back at the torture implement, the man is shocked to discover the whip has now become what looks to be a grey dog's tail, still attached to the strange handle as before. 'My loyal little puppy dog.'

The bound man struggles to see where Monique had moved to, his movements halted by the sound of her spitting. 'Mmm, puppy dog...' Jayce's body stiffens as the buttplug-shaped handle is rammed into his anus; his hole virtually torn apart from the woefully inadequate lubrication. His scream of pain echoes across the room and down the stone hallways. 'Shhhhhhh... shush shush shush'

A few tears roll down his cheeks as Jayce feels the hard rubber shift inside him as he struggles from the pain. 'Fucking bitch...'

Monique grabs the invasive toy, thrusting it further inside him. 'Now now...' she coos, relishing his pained expression and lust-filled grunts 'Don't be a bad boy...' The straps around Jayce's hands loosen, allowing him to fall to the floor; landing on his hands and knees in the cold torch-lit room. Monique steps over to him, running a finger along his back as the tail coming out of his ass wags; his erection once again twitching to life. 'Now bark for me my good little puppy dog.'

Jayce remains silent, the welts dotting his body sting as his sweat beads; pooling with the blood as the mixture runs down his arms and legs. A flattened palm slaps across his shredded backside as Monique once repeats her request.

'I said Bark, puppy!'

'woof...'

Another slap. 'What was that? I said bark, not whimper.' Monique runs a hand down Jayce's backside, cupping his balls and giving them a light squeeze as she leans to whisper in Jayce's ear. 'Now, bark...'

'Woof.'

'Again!'

'WOOF!' The hand removes itself from his nether region as Monique moves to stand in front of the humiliated man, patting Jayce on the head as she faces him.

'Good boy.' She smiles wickedly. 'Would my little puppy like a treat.' Jayce was now moving on autopilot, nodding his head in agreement. Monique takes a seat in a large black velvet recliner, beckoning Jayce to approach her. 'Come here puppy...'

Jayce approaches on all fours, his bruised and bleeding knees tender as he places his hands together on the ground in front of Monique, staring up into her commanding eyes. The leather-clad woman smiles as she spreads her legs, offering her pussy to the dog before her.

Jayce's tail wags of it's own accord, his erection now straining beneath his bloodied body as he shifts closer to Monique's wet lips. The scent is amazing; sweet like honey. He tentatively extends his tongue, lightly licking the tip against her labia; his boss moaning as she jumps from the contact. 'Good boy, lick your master.'

Needing no further instruction Jayce takes one large lick of the woman's pussy, running his tongue flat from bottom to top; flicking her clit as he looks up at her lust-fuelled stare. Monique meets his gaze and moans as he again flicks the sensitive bud; eyes rolling back in pleasure as her hands move to run fingers through his hair.

Monique pulls Jayce further in towards her shaved cunt, his tongue diving into her syrupy depths as she uses him to tongue-fuck her wet hole.His enthusiasm built from a need to please; a need which he'd always had, but never quite in this way. His licks became longer, deeper as Monique's grip tightens, close to her own release.

Feeling her need greaten from the pull on his head, Jayce looks to end this; heightening his pace and lifting his hands to Monique's legs, starting to run his fingernails down her thighs. But the dominatrix has other plans; grabbing Jayce by his hair and pulling his head away sharply. 'Uhn... Not yet naughty puppy....'

Throwing the humiliated man to the ground, Monique sneers as Jayce lands on his tail; his face wrinkled in pain from the anal plug's girth once again pushing deep within him. She raises a boot and gently places it on his cock, the heel grinding slightly against his balls. Painfully she pushes him away from the chair with her foot before turning around to the chair; her heels clicking against the stone floor.

Monique stares at the chair for a moment before reaching out to the arms and pushing down. The whole chair begins to vibrate almost as if a centuries-old mechanism were grinding its gears one last time, just for her. The seat lowers itself to floor height, the arms lowering still until level with the floor. The back of the chair reclines until flat to the rest of the transformed recliner. The end result of this transformation leaving a velvety bed laying upon the stones. Monique kneels upon it, before placing her hands down on the plush fabric.

Looking back at Jayce's reclined form, she extends a finger to him, curling it back seductively. 'Mount me, puppy. Mount your Bitch of a mistress...'

Jayce's moment of shock at his boss' action takes the barest of moments to register before he scrambles back onto all fours. He approaches Monique; her arse raised towards him, her pussy so wet from excitement her fluids dribble down her thighs. Cautiously so as not to be told off again, Jayce moves up to her; blowing lightly against her snatch as he places a hand either side of her knees.

'Mmmmm... can you tell this Bitch is in heat?' her emphasis on "bitch" ringing through his ears, making him harder than before. He takes one last sniff of her molten honeypot then places his hands on her waist, readying himself to mount the woman.

Monique shifts her body back against his as Jayce takes position behind her; his cock teased by the early thrust, sliding against her wet lips as both moan in lust at the sloppy meeting of their privates. Moving back, Jayce pulls himself up a bit, lining up his engorged member with those crimson pussy lips. He smiles, breaking into a low growl as he thrusts forward burying his entire shaft deep within her.

Monique makes a noise that's part grunt, part howl, and part sigh as Jayce's cock is thrust into her wet hole. 'Yes my... puppy... just... like...' he slams his cock into her, hoping to drive in her next word; but it never comes. Instead she lets out another bestial howl as Jayce picks up the pace, growling as he pushes his cock deeper into her hot syrupy cunt.

'Puppy's a big dog... puppy's a big dog...' the woman keeps repeating as her orgasm nears; the barely audible mutterings driving Jayce harder and faster, his own need to cum pushing his cock deeper into his Boss' pussy. 'Cum for me big dog, cum for me...'

Jayce could hold back no more. As soon as his cock began to throb with the imminent expulsion of his hot seed, Monique's pussy reacted by clamping down hard; her own orgasm finally arriving. He pulled back one last time, his sperm held back by her vice-like grip before thrusting forward as deep as he could manage; his cock tip pushing against her cervix as a jet of cum flows forth from it's tip.

Monique gasps from the unnatural flood of Jayce's seed gushing into her, the greedy pussy accepting every drop. 'Cum for me...' she says again as her cunt is filled to bursting with Jayce's cock and cum. Jayce has now firmly grasped his boss' midsection, and begins to thrust like mad; doing his best to continue cumming deep inside her, spraying sperm across both lovers legs with every backstroke.

The two figures continue thrusting and pushing for a few moments until eventually Monique pulls away, rolling onto her back; allowing Jayce to fall forward into her lusciously soft breasts. Still gasping the two of them lie there, soaked in cum and sweat; Jayce's body still bleeding and bruised from earlier. Until Monique reaches out to take hold of Jayce's hand.

'Good little puppy...' was all she could say before the darkness consumed them both.

Standing in the cinema foyer, Monique is holding Jayce's hands, staring into his eyes with a mix of lusty contentment and shock. Quickly she withdraws, taking a step away from the man. 'D-Did... what?'

Jayce looks at her with pain in his eyes as he remembers the events of what seemed like the last few hours, but in reality was probably no more than a second. Blinking them out of his mind for now, he turns, headed for the staff room where Mia was supposedly waiting. He shouts over his shoulder as he reaches the door; 'Puppy's a big dog now...'

'Puppy's a what?' Mia strides though the door, mascara running as she ushers Jayce towards the exit.

'Long story-' he begins as the telltale voice of Jonno echoes from the bottom of the escalator.

'Mia, you still there?'

'Fuck!' she quietly exclaims as Jayce takes control.

Moving Mia past the still shocked Monique Jayce slaps his Boss on the hand, causing her to meet his gaze. 'Stall Dick'ead; You and I need to have words sometime...' he flipped off the disembodied voice of Jonno coming from the escalator and led Mia around to the service elevator.

He holds down the "Door Close" and "B2" buttons simultaneously as the elevator switches to express mode and rockets downward. Seconds later they're out of the elevator and striding towards Jayce's car. Mia is too preoccupied with looking behind her to notice where they're going, and comes to an abrupt halt as Jayce stops by the drivers-side door to unlock it. Turning to her he mutters 'Other side....' as jovially as possible given the circumstances.

Once both figures have ducked into the small car, they simultaneously sigh; their bodies relaxing by Jayce slumping forward onto the wheel, and Mia laying back into the seat. 'Puppy?' she mused as Jayce put the keys into the ignition.

'You wouldn't believe me if I told you.' He sighed as he threw the car into Drive, and navigated his way out of the carpark.



mindsc@pe Ch. 04



Chapter 4
Fear and Loathing in the Bedroom

Jayce lay on the couch staring at the ceiling. Dave had decided to spend the next few nights at his girlfriend's place, so Mia was fortunate enough to move straight in, with Jayce following right behind. Given the night as it was, he decided to let Mia just collapse on the bed; claiming the couch for his own.

His train of thought was suddenly derailed by a muffled scream from Mia's room. Quick as a flash Jayce was on his feet and bolting towards the noise. Flinging open the door, Jayce was met with the sight of a semi-nude Mia rolling around in her covers moaning. 'Please... please stop no... no... stop it... stop... you... stop...'

Not having dealt with anyone besides himself having nightmares before, Jayce struggles as to what to do.

'Go... go away... stop... please'

Jayce bites the bullet and reaches down to Mia's shoulder, placing his hand firmly there trying to shake her awake.

'Mia, Mia!'

'Go... go away...'

'Mia, wake up.'

'Please stop.. please...'

'Mia,' Jayce's grip slips as Mia thrashes about in her bed, rolling over she encounters his hand and subconsciously clutches it.

'Please...'

'Shit.'

Darkness.

Blinking himself awake, Jayce is confused. This place feels wrong. His vision is slightly blurry and he feels shorter than before. Looking down he sees his cock buried deep in someone's pussy.

*Mia?* Jayce tried to say, but the words only echoed in his mind. Instead, what he heard was; 'Dry cunt. You're always a fucking dry cunt. Fuck!' Jayce could feel liquid poured onto his cock as he forces the head to look at the source. Unable to move anything - only feel – Jayce has a limited way of observing the situation, and begins to take note of reflective surfaces dotted throughout the room to try and figure out who he was.

It doesn't take long to figure out what the liquid was, as the last drop of beer is visibly poured out over Mia's stuffed pussy. Her hands are tied up with a wallet-chain to the bedpost as she buries her head in the covers, arse to the sky.

His vision was better now, as was his hearing. The unmistakably tattooed arm of Jonno smacked Mia's side hard, turning her birthmark from red to purple. She screams an unintelligible scream as he hits it again and again. 'Fucking damaged you are. No wonder I'm the only guy who wants to fuck you.' Jayce's fury builds within him as he continues to fuck Mia harshly, his cock aching for release but not quite ready to cum.

*I'm gonna fucking KILL YOU* Jayce screamed at Jonno but again, no words came out; instead he was forced to watch Jonno line the bottleneck up with Mia's tight arsehole. *No...* Jayce was desperate to burst forth from this horrible person before he could do what he was about to.

With a stifled scream Mia's violated by the glass bottle, her anus stretches beyond it's previous limits as Jonno tries to force the main width of the bottle into it. Jayce can see her face better now as Mia turns to her assaulter; eyes red with tears, panties stuffed in her mouth. She stares dead into his eyes with a look of betrayal and Jayce's will breaks, inside he cries; no longer wanting to destroy the violator, but instead just wanting the scene before him to end.

Jayce stares in horror as he cannot turn away, watching the following acts of torture unfold. The bottle is rammed deep into her bruised arsehole, her anus stretched and bleeding as it takes the full width of the bottle. 'Fuck that's fuckin' hot...' the faceless voice states with a lustful tambre. 'How's that thick cock up your ass feel?'

Mia's whimpering stops as a flash of rage crosses her face. After a few seconds of dry-retching she spits out the underwear 'You wish you were that fuckin' thick!'

A hand slices through the air and smacks sharply against her violated cheeks 'Fuck you bitch!' another slap leaves it's bright red mark on her skin. 'If I was that thick I'd be a fuckin' porn star and you'd be in the fuckin' gutter!'

'Fuck YOU!' Mia screams as she wrests herself free from his grip, nearly untangling herself from the chain binding her to the bed. But Jonno is faster; grabbing an ankle he flips Mia over painfully onto her back, the bottle rammed further into her arse to a surprised yelp from the girl.

'You were on the fuckin' street!' Jonno shouts at her, drunken spit flung at her face; she winces as it spatters across the red hand print across her cheek. 'I found you, fed you, and you agreed to stay here as long as you were my?..."

'Fuck you...' a hand flies across Mia's face, the slap echoing through the room.

'Say it.'

Fuck you!' the hand flies again, this time sending a small spray of blood from the girl's mouth.

'Say it or I crush this...' Jayce's heart stops as he invouluntarily moves forward, his knee resting on the butt of the bottle just barely visible from underneath Mia.

'N-no...' all the strength from Mia's voice seemed lost as she barely sighed the word.

'SAY! IT!'

'I'm... I'm your cum dumpster.'

'Again.'

'I'm your cum dumpster.' Mia's position on the bed changes; opening her legs for Jonno, showing off her raw pussy covered in a mix of bodily fluids and beer.

'And?...'

'And...' She lets loose another wave of tears as the next words struggle their way from her bloodied lips '... And you can fill me whenever you want.'

Jonno's hand flies again, striking the girl's face one last time as he takes the moment of shock to get into position; his cock head resting just on her pusy lips. 'Fuckin' right!' He thrusts deep into her under-lubricated hole as she screams in pain. 'And... Don't.... You... For-get... It.' He commands as he pounds her sore hole into submission.

The violence pushes Mia's spirit down, fucking her violently as Jayce watches in horror. He's moved well past rage and despair, his sole thought being to end this horrible scene. He can feel himself close to cumming and his mind battles with itself; the desperate need to cum fighting with his feeling of what's right.

Jonno continues to pound and thrust, the occasional slap across Mia's breasts the only time he seems to slow at all. Jayce tries again and again to get Mia to wake up, but every scream only echoes within his mind. His impending orgasm approaching, Jayce pools his fury, waiting for just the right moment.

'Fuckin' take it bitch! What are you?' Jonno shouts at the battered figure in front of him.

'A Cum Dumpster...'

'What are you?!'

'A Cum Dumpster.'

'What do you- *grunt* -Want me to do?' he rasps as his thrusts lose their pace

'Cum in me...' Mia sighs.

'WHAT?'

'CUM IN ME!' she shouts as he slams his cock deep inside her red-raw cunt.

'Fuuuuuu....-' Jonno's voice wavers as his cock begins to spasm.

'WAKE UP!' Comes Jayce's voice, splitting the room in two as Mia falls backwards into a bright light.

The room folds outwards from the two figures sprawled across the bed. Mia sits bolt-upright, flinging Jayce towards the edge of the bed; unable to get a grip on the sheets he collapses to the floor.

'Gah!' He says as he lands the wrong way on a shoe.

'Who the fuck?!' Mia shouts, grabbing her belt and wielding it threateningly in the slightly blurry room as she slips off the opposite side of the bed than the intruder. Her mind tries to reconstruct the last few seconds, but it's still attempting to figure out why it was pulled from it's dream-state so quickly. 'Who- Who?...'

A hand emerges from the other side of the bed, pulling it's owner up as the visage of a groggy Jayce peeks over the edge of the bed. 'It's okay, it's okay, just me...' He prompts, raising the other hand in surrender to the whip-like object held tightly in Mia's white-knuckled hand.

'Fuck!' she breathes out, her hand's collapsing to her barely-dressed sides, her long black shirt pulled down for the sake of decency. 'Why are you in here?' Her demand was more of a plea than anything else as she sits back down on the bed.

'Sorry, It's just, well...' Jayce stumbles over his mind as he tries to coalesce an answer on his tongue. Shaking the doubts from his head he stands '-You were screaming, so I came in to see if you were alright.'

The woman mulls it over for a moment, eyes opening wide as a realisation hits her. 'Did you go into my mind?' Mia's pulse quickens as the thought shoots through her mind again, the horrible embarrassing thought. 'Did you?'

'No. No. I just shook you awake.' Jayce felt his cheeks going red from the lie, he just hoped the room was dark enough to hide it. 'You kept saying-'

'I know what I was saying.' Mia snaps. 'Sorry, I just... I don't want to talk about it now.' She sighs, whimpering slightly as she collapses back onto the bed.

'If it helps...' Jayce picked his words as best as possible, his heart racing as he was about to either say something very nice, or very stupid. 'If it helps, try thinking of me in a superhero suit.'

'What?' The scepticism was nearly radiant in the darkness.

'Seriously. Just think of me as a superhero. I have enough willpower to spare, and you've seen how powerful the mind is. Just think of me as a... as a-'

'Knight in shining armour?' She quips, her mouth cocked in a wry smile hidden by the darkness.

Jayce makes his way over to the door. 'Yeah, I guess. A Knight in Shining Armour. I like that.' The faint glow of the streetlights shine around the man's figure as he reaches the doorway, giving him an almost shimmering outline. He taps his head 'In here, I'm a God.'

'A God...' Mia mumbles as the adrenaline wears off, her body falling back into unconsciousness.

'A God.' Jayce repeats, closing the door on the unconscious woman as a faint snore wafts over to him. 'Sleep well.' He whispers as the door clicks closed.



mindsc@pe Ch. 05



Chapter 5
And If You Call In The Next Half Hour...

Jayce shifted in the waiting room chair. The whole place seemed so sterile; more like a hospital than a psychiatrist's office. Possibly on purpose, the walls all blended together, not a solid corner in sight; even the chairs and shelves had only curved edges. With the exception of the new magazines on the table, everything was white, and that's what made Jayce uneasy.

The speaker on the wall chirped to life. 'Jayce Winslow.' He looked around the room, nearly a dozen chairs; all empty. He sighed at the formality of it all before getting up and headed for the door marked "Dr. B. Theloneus Ph.D., Psy.D, M.D." in bold, black letters. He pushes open the door, and stares in confusion at the room behind it.

Bookshelves line the walls of the small room with no gaps anywhere to be seen, each shelf stocked full of books; two deep in some places. A simple darkwood desk juts out of the wall, books stacked neatly upon it. A woman in a grey suit sits on a basic swivel chair, gesturing to another swivel chair near the door.

'Please, take a seat Mr. Winslow.' The Doctor says as she flips through a clipboard of notes. Her red hair is held back in a tight bun by a Biro, a single lock having broken away from the bun and rests just behind her left ear. She's larger than the average woman, but by no means fat; her body seems toned and healthy but quite curvy. Across her nose a thin pair of reading glasses sit, pushed up occasionally only to slip forward again.

Jayce closes the door and sits, tearing his gaze away from the grey-suited woman; choosing instead to shift his eyes along the titles of books. Before he can absorb any though, she speaks up again.

'Mr. Winslow,' Jayce's attention snaps back to the Doctor.

'You can call me Jayce.' He smiles back, trying to seem as innocent and normal as possible.

'Mr. Winslow,' the Doctor seems unphased by his attempt at informality. 'It says here you received a traumatic blow to the head whilst at work.' Her silence promped Jayce to respond.

'Um, yeah; that's right.'

'And you were in a coma for five days.'

'Yep.'

'There's a substantial list of medications and treatments on here, what are you currently taking?'

Jayce sighed trying to remember the name of the meds he was given. 'Zyprexa Olanzapine for the "depression",' he made fingerquotes in the air much to the Doctor's annoyance. 'And a whole bunch of painkillers that I stopped taking because it doesn't hurt anymore. Unless you poke it. You won't poke it will you?'

The woman looked up from her notes with eyes that seemed to slap him in the face. 'No, that's not my department.' She says before flipping one last sheet then putting the clipboard down; folding her glasses and placing them neatly in her inner-breast pocket. 'Is there anything you'd like to tell me to start with?'

Jayce mulled the question over in his mind. He was sent here to "get better", but this doctor – if the various letters after her name were any indication – might actually be able to tell him about the powers of the mind. 'Telepathy.' He blurted, as if he was unsure midway through the word whether he should've said it in the first place; hurrying to get it out as quickly as possible.

'What?' The woman seemed more curious now, but she still held the same steely expression as before.

'Telepathy. You know, being able to see into another person's Mind? Reading a pers-'

'I know what it is,' she says, cutting him off 'What I mean is: What do you want me to say about something that has never been proven to exist? There's no conclusive tests on the subject, no evidence of a separate mind-state that allows multiple people to interact, no- Why are you looking at me like that?'

Jayce grins mischievously. 'You want to take a look at my mind, figure out if I'm healthy right?' The Doctor doesn't respond, choosing instead to stay silent while he audibly finishes his thought. 'Well, I can show you my mind.'

The woman reaches over to her notebook and scribbles the words "concuss" and "dmg cerb?" 'Telepathy? So you're under the impression that you are telepathic?'

Jayce reaches up to trace a finger across the bandage. 'I think the bullet fused some mental wiring that shouldn't be fused. I just hold a person's hand and think of somewhere in my mind, and we go there. Or we go into the other person's mind. It's a difficult thing to control sometimes.' A quick smirk crosses his face as he remembers the experience with his boss.

'So you can prove this?' She asks, resigning herself to having to deal with yet another nutcase 'You want to show me I suspect?' The doctor puts the clipboard and pen down again, turning to face Jayce with her hands on her lap.

'It's easy, though I know it sounds weird.' Jayce shuffles on the chair's caster-wheels towards the woman, extending his hand palm up. She looks at his hand, then at him. 'Just two seconds. If you don't believe me I'll go back to the other side of the room and stop sounding as creepy as I'm sure I do.'

The doctor sighs, extending her hand palm down above his. 'One...' she counts as Jayce brings his hand up to hers.

'Two.' He says as the room around them spins off into the darkness.

Jayce is the first to speak as they sit there in the nothingness, beneath them a solid floor of darkness; the only remnants of the room being the seats each figure remains sitting in. 'So yeah...'

The woman stares at him, gobsmacked as she tries to figure out where they are. Realising her professional façade cracking away she shakes her head and regains some composure. 'I take it we're now in your mind?'

'Yep.'

'It's a little... "empty" isn't it?' She says, a bearly concealed smirk flashing at him for the briefest of moments.

'Yeah yeah, I've already heard that one before...'

'Before?' She reaches for a clipboard that isn't there, instead deciding to note it in her near eidetic mind until later. 'You've been here with someone else?'

'In my mind, only once properly.' Jayce stands up, the chair vanishing as he leaves it. 'But I've been in others a few times now.'

Still unconvinced of exactly where she is, the Doctor rises as well, her chair enveloped by darkness just as Jayce's was. 'We shall have to talk about that some other time.' She waves the thought away as she turns to the man, hoping the polite way is the easiest way to continue. 'As we're in your mind, what are the rules?'

'Rules?' Jayce cocks an eyebrow; the thought of needing "rules" never really occurred to him. He was in full control, so there was nothing anyone could really do to him aside from be annoying.

The Doctor put hands on hips, staring at Jayce with an expression of indignant frustration. 'Rules. Things you don't want me to do or see. It's your mind, I'm sure there are places you don't want me going.'

'No rules.' Jayce's nonchalant attitude shocks the woman 'You're supposed to evaluate me, what's the point of hiding anything?' He stretches his neck, rolling it from side to side as he rotates his shoulders; shaking the tension out through his hands. 'I will warn you though, some parts can be a little disturbing.'

'Consider me duly warned.' The woman walks over to him, standing a few feet directly in front, the two figures facing each other.

'Actually, one rule...' Jayce says, his heart beating faster.

'Yes?'

'First names only.' He raises an eyebrow in the hopes of looking more innocent, and fails miserably.

'Why?'

'Well, if I have to call out or something, "Doctor Theloneus" is six syllables, and a bit of a tongue twister. "Mister Winslow" is an extended four. "Jayce" is just one. Shorter is better.'

The woman sighs as she thinks about the ramifications of first names with clients. Having previously kept everything so professional with her other cllients she really didn't want to be so informal for someone she's barely even met. But the thrill of actually being inside someone's mind, able to look at everything from their point of view was just too much of a temptation; especially with the thesis 'Bronwyn. Call me Bronwyn.'

Jayce extends a hand to the woman, shaking hands firmly but not squeezing, using what little he knew of human behaviour to keep both hands level as a sign of equality. 'Thank you, call me Jayce.' He notices a slight look of concern in her eyes. 'Don't worry, You'll only be Bronwyn in here-' he taps his head '-anywhere else and it'll be Doctor.'

Jayce breaks the handshake and they stand at a crossroads in a field. The surface curves away far quicker than it should, with the pair only really able to see a few hundred meters down each path before it vanishes beyond the horizon. 'So, where to first? Do you start with memories of childhood or something? I kind've only have Hollywood to go by...'

Bronwyn laughs, then covers her mouth in embarrassment.

'Don't worry, you get used to that.' He says, smiling at the redhead. 'Self control is a really big thing here. Let slip and you never know what'll happen.' The last few words hang there as some imaginary cricket starts chirping in the grass.

'Hmm...' she says, again shocked at her somewhat involuntary action. 'That is somewhat more "Hollywood" than how I work.' She confesses, looking down the identical paths, trying to find some form of signpost or marker, to no avail. 'I normally begin by asking what brought you to my office in the first place and go from there.'

'Well in that case.' Jayce says as he walks to the center of the road 'We need to go this way.' As he gets close to the middle of the crossroads the ground pulses and bends, contorting itself into a hole. Doing his best "David Bowie a la Labyrinth" impression he walks towards the hole and then down into it, gravity pulling him in ways it shouldn't. 'he pokes his head back through 'Come on.'

Hesitantly Bronwyn heads for the hole, she can feel the universe bending around her as she continues to walk down, into and through to the other side where there is... an entirely identical crossroad. Jayce stands over at one of the paths. 'This is... exactly the same' she couldn't help but say as she approaches the man.

'Only if you don't know what you're looking for.' Jayce points over to a cinema lobby far off in the distance as she stands on the threshold of that particular path. 'Each road goes somewhere specific; memories, experiences, sensations, they've all got their own path.' Jayce starts walking down the road and after taking a few steps he stops, waiting for Bronwyn to catch up. She strides over and the two match speeds somewhat awkwardly as they head towards the flashing lights.

'So where are we going?' she asks, remembering that she's supposed to be evaluating, not sight-seeing.

'Pretty much memory central. I won't take you to the "repressed" section just yet; I'll need to give you some firearms training first.'

Bronwyn keeps pace but is visibly taken aback by his comment. The words tick over in her mind as she comes to a realisation. 'Can- Can I die here?' she asks, her nerves breaking through the solid demeanour.

'No. Or at least, I can't. I'm pretty sure you can't either.' Jayce rubs his beard, thinking.

'How do we get back?'

'Ah,' Jayce stops and turns to the woman, rubbng the back of his neck nervously in the process. 'That's a good question. Most of the time it's just skin-on-skin contact, "wishing" yourself out of here. Haven't been able to experiment much with that though,' he admits, a little red in the face 'Things keep happening a little "fast" on exit... so far...' He picks up the pace again, Bronwyn immediately matching stride as they reach the front door in silence.

Moving through the empty foyer Jayce heads over to the candy-bar; acquiring various food and drink from behind the counter. 'Lemonade or cola?'

'Lemonade I guess... Why only two?'

'Not sure,' Jayce replies as he fiddles with the dispenser. 'I'd have thought my mind would at least have root beer, but no matter how much I try to replace the other nozzles, cylinders or syrups, all I get is Coke or Sprite.' He laughs as the drinks are capped 'At least it's not "caffeine free" or something similar...'

He hands the waiting woman a drink and a box of popcorn. Before guiding her to the appropriate cinema. They sit as the trailers begin to roll. 'This'll be interesting.' He says as he settles down in his seat; dead centre of the cinema with a perfect view of the screen. He pats the seat next to his 'Trailers in here are my way of looking at possible futures; conversations I expect to have and so on. Some are downright hilarious. Others, not quite so much.'

The screen comes up bright green with the "PG" logo in the middle.

'Coming this Fall to a theatre near you' the American voice pours out of the cinema with so much syrupy Hollywoodism that both figures roll their eyes. A pan shot of the city during morning peak hour crawls its way across the screen. *A fun family comedy that verges on Farce – L.A. TIMES* fades in and out as the shot turns to that of a street view from the civic centre; Jayce walks down staring comically at the shop windows.

'A Movie about a man,' Jayce waves to some passers by, who look at him strangely and talk amongst themselves as he continues down the arcade. 'looking for friends in all the wrong places.' The shot now pans to a bikie gang as they pull up in front of him, weapons swinging menacingly. He nods, waves and walks through the pack as they stand confused, their chains and baseball bats limp.

'I just want a friend who likes me for me, you know?' the twenty-foot-tall representation of Jayce confesses to the considerably more sexily dressed Bronwyn on screen. The real one turns to him with a cocked eyebrow as he sinks a little lower in his seat, mumbling apologies.

'But little does he know,' the shot changes again to that of Jayce at work, serving a long line of customers 'that you can't find good friends;' A silhouette of a woman blocks the camera view as Jayce looks up from his till, ready to serve the next customer; his eyes sparkling as he looks to her 'Good friends find you.'

A brief slide of credits flash onscreen along with the title "The Man Who Found Nothing".

'I could spends months analysing that particular trailer.' Bronwyn states, her arms crossed.

'Sorry, my mind tends to wander a little, and you have to admit, you are-'

'Shh!' Bronwyn presses her index finger against her lips as she turns back to the screen; an "R" rating message appearing in red.

A woman's pleas for help shakes the seats as the screen goes black. A slap is heard, flashing the picture of a naked woman battered and bruised across the screen before fading back to black. Another slap; another image of the bloodied woman. More cries for help.

Jayce appears on screen, his oilskin trenchcoat drenched from the night-time downpour, the only dry spot directly underneath his Akubra. He walks slowly towards the camera as flashes of lightning off in the distance bring up the girl's body for just a few frames; the subliminal nature of the images only just realised in conscious thought.

*Saviour?* the word fades into the picture, disappearing with a flash of lightning, replaced by *Or Killer?*. As Jayce draws nearer to the camera his body blurs; his black shirt darkening the screen as raindrops fall on to an invisible surface, his mind conjuring the stunning CG effect. *THE PATH* is finally spelled out in the displaced raindrops before one final flash of the girl and a credits slide, a disembodied girl's voice once again pleading for mercy.

This time Bronwyn looks at Jayce very seriously, her brow furrowed. 'I can explain... Just... How about after the movie?' He stumbles over words as she continues her worried expression, turning back to the screen just in time for an ad.

'Are you tired of the daily grind?' A very staged shot of someone bored in an office cubicle appears onscreen. He nods to the camera. 'Ever feel the need to escape?' he nods again, this time more pathetically. 'Then try the new "Mindscape" service from Winslow Group™.'

The logo appears onscreen, making Bronwyn let out an annoyed sigh 'Really?' as the letters float past the full motto can be read; *mindsc@pe: if you can't, we can*.

The Hollywood voice starts up again 'Just call your local representative and they'll rush to you, service in under an hour, guaranteed.' A footnote pops up at the bottom, far too small to read properly but stating something about prime locations and service areas. It disappears almost as soon as it had arrived. 'We can create any dream you desire, and only charge by the second. One second in reality is an amazing Hour of dream time.'

The office environment has now become a badly bluescreened slideshow of the man enjoying playing beach volleyball, climbing a mountain and floating through space. 'Thank you Mindscape!' he says as he waves at the camera. 'You turned my Can't into a Can.' He gives the screen a thumbs up as he floats away to a very fast talking voiceover 'OnehourofferonlyvalidwithintenkilometersoftheCBD,termsandconditionsmayapply;seewebsitefordetails.'

Bronwyn's head is buried in her hand as she keeps repeating the phrase 'Really?' REALLY?'

A yellow "M" floats back on screen as Jayce lightly jabs her with his elbow. 'Last one, I promise' he says, flicking a piece of popcorn in the air; expertly catching it with his tongue.

Dramatic music comprised mainly of drums helps open the scene of a mass of futuristic craft barrelling through mountain passes and over lush hills; twisting and turning, climbing and falling their movements are both purposeful and beautiful. The volume of the drumming increases as the craft level out and engage their full thrust as a city comes into view in the distance. The camera zooms in, just ahead of the fleet, slowing down in the last second to the face of a screaming man, who looks as though He-Man, Chesty-Bonds and Johnny Bravo had given Jayce a makeover.

Suddenly the image changes to that of a CGI Jayce waking up, a piece of notepaper stuck to his forehead; as the rest of the university class look at him with mocking amusement. A Danny Elfman-style soundtrack starts up as the narrator from the first trailer pitches in once more. 'Jayce is a man like most others.' The shot changes to him trying to wave down a taxi, beaten to the punch by hot girl after hot girl. 'He lives an ordinary life,' now Jayce is sitting on the couch, watching a movie. He drops a cushion after something dramatic happens and tries to reach for it, but picks up the cat instead, who he then tries to rest his arm on with obviously painful results.

'He has an ordinary job,' Jayce is scooping popcorn into the popcorn machine, but accidentally takes some from the "Super-Large Kernels" bag, the mistake shown a few seconds later with him being chased by an avalanche of baseball-sized kernels as he runs down the cinema hallway. 'He has ordinary friends,' Jayce is now sitting at a café with several people, all talking around him to each other as he tries to but in with various unfinished comments as the awning above him slowly gives way, falling onto his head; knocking Jayce out of his seat as the others pause their conversations for a full second before resuming.

'And he has an ordinary family.' A postcard comes through the post of an older couple riding an elephant. He sighs as he takes the postcard and pins it to a corkboard, in the one small space free amongst dozens upon dozens of postcards from around the world.

'But in his mind,' the camera pans past a postcard of a waterfall in Africa and then into Jayce's left eye, the latter dissolving through spinning lights and back into the dramatic drum music as he takes a running leap off the waterfall 'He's more than just ordinary, He's Extra-ordinary.'

The shot zooms in close on the character's face before quick-cutting to the word *Jayce*. Another credit slide appears as the drumming stops.




mindsc@pe Ch. 05



Lights dim as Jayce takes a noisy sip of Coke. 'Finally' he says, more out of habit than anything else. Bronwyn also takes a sip from her cup as some descriptive text rolls onto the screen. *The scene plays itself backwards through his mind, as he stands surrounded by the horrified faces of those unlucky enough to witness a man shot right between the eyes.*

And the scene does indeed play backwards in slow motion from the very moment his head is flung back, past the warning shot all the way back to him standing at the tills. The scene then slows to a stop, and reverses; playing in real-time and going forwards. One gunshot, then two; but as the second shot meets it's mark, the view becomes different. Now the camera is shooting from a higher angle, no longer from Jayce's point of view; instead up near the ceiling. It doesn''t take long to recognise the scene from the papers; this was the video footage of the incident.

The film continues for another few minutes as the events unfold; a misfiring weapon, the over-eagerness of Security and the eventual arrest of the gunman. Eventually the footage fades out and the credits roll to the tune of "Pumped Up Kicks" as sung by Nick Cave as the lights once again come back on.

The slowly brightening room brings Bronwyn's figure back into focus, her arms still crossed and her brow still furrowed. 'Well,' she starts, taking a deep breath 'I certainly think we have some things to talk about...' Bronwyn turns to Jayce, giving him a stern look.

'If it's about the trailer-'

'It's not just about the trailer.' She interrupts. 'It's... everything...' Bronwyn sighs as she stands 'Can we go somewhere for coffee? I really need some caffeine to think.'

Jayce smiles, grunting as he pulls himself out of his seat 'Sure, follow me.' Leaving the cinema, the two walk in silence; their footseps echoing down the empty halls, just barely audible over the instrumental score being pumped through the PA system. Making their way to the Foyer, Jayce sidles over to the candy bar, heading through the staff entrance to appear behind the counter dressed in the all-black uniform once more.

'How do you take it?' He asks, pulling some milk out of the fridge.

'Capp, light on the froth, heavy on the chocolate, no sugar.' Bronwyn recites the recipe for her perfect coffee as Jayce gets the ingedients ready. In no time he's already got the milk heating up and the grind in the grip; slotting it into the machine as he sets it to a double shot.

The boiler gurgles away happily as Jayce tries to strike up conversation. 'So... yeah. That's pretty much all I remember of the incident.' He flicks up the steam lever 'Plus the extra bit from the cameras; I kinda blacked out after the second gunshot.'

'I think I was more interested in those "trailers" of yours.'

Jayce smiles as he taps out the milk jug, creating a nice creamy froth in the process. 'Figured as much: go to see a movie and the pre-show entertainment is better.' He removes the takeaway mug from the machine and places it on the counter. Milk in one hand, chocolate shaker in the other; Jayce expertly pours them in precise proportion into the cardboard mug.

Finishing the drink with a flourish, Jayce hands the Cappuccino over to the brunette, a smiley face etched in froth staring up at her. She cocks an eyebrow as she takes a sip. Her expression falters as she takes another 'Not bad,' she lies; eagerly downing the hot beverage. 'Better than Clarissa's attempts.'

'It's all in the milk. Others, they burn it or make it too bubbly.' He pours the remaining milk into another cup, swirls it around and takes a sip, sighing at the taste. 'People always neglect the important things; you gotta pay attention and do it just right, or there's no reason to do it at all...'

'An interesting way to view life.'

'Life? I'm talking about coffee.' Jayce smiles, walking back through the staff entrance into the foyer. 'So?'

'SO...?' Bronwyn repeats, taking another sip.

'So, aren't you going to analyse me or something?'

'Or something.' Bronwyn smiles properly for the first time. 'This is completely new to me.' She gestures towards the entirety of the surrounding world 'Being here, inside someone's mind; it's... so... different.' She turns to stop at the exit, a road leading off into a field in the distance visible through the glass doors. Bronwyn faces Jayce as he comes to a stop only a couple of feet away. 'Normally I have to guess what's going on inside a person's head, but here I can ask and you can just show me.'

'I think there are some things better off left unseen.' Jayce comments, a worried look on his face.

'I don't doubt that, but my agreement with the hospital says otherwise; not specifically of course, but I have to give you a full evaluation. So if I ask you something, I need you to be completely honest and help me as best as possible.' Bronwyn finishes the coffee and tosses it towards the bin, landing the shot with a netballer's precision. 'Will you agree to that?'

Jayce looks her dead in the eye, trying to see if Bronwyn really means what she says. 'Okay.' He says, resigned to her determination. 'But I have to prepare you properly for some of the darker places.'

'As long as you let me know if you're going to turn "Path" on me.' she says, referring to the creepy trailer from earlier.

Jayce sighs. 'A friend of mine was having a dream about being raped, I tried to shake her awake and instead got sucked in.' He walks past the Doctor and through the exit, holding the door for her. 'Whomever's mind is being used as the "stage" is the person in control of everything, but sometimes the subconscious can be more powerful. I was placed in the body of the rapist...'

'You, you were raping your friend in her own dream?' Bronwyn says in open-mouthed astonishment. 'Couldn't you stop?'

Jayce wipes away a solemn tear rolling down his cheek. 'No. I couldn't.; Both figures through the doorway, Jayce lets go and continues to walk down the path; the sky seeming to darken the further from the cinema they get. 'It wasn't good; I screamed and screamed, but nobody heard me. I had to endure the whole thing. I think I made her wake up when I-He came.'

'YOU came?' a brief look of revulsion flashed across Bronwyn's face.

'I felt everything that fucker did.' Jayce spits the words out, disgusted by the notion of feeling pleasure at someone else's pain. The landscape had progressed past the sunless-sunset and into night, stars made of thought glitter in the sky; the figures lit as though a full moon were out. 'I wished so hard to leave, but she wouldn't let me.' He whirs around to face the Doctor. 'Maybe- Maybe she knew I was there and wanted me to see everything?'

'Jayce...'

'What if she knew I could see and thought maybe I would do something?'

'Jayce...'

'What-' He stammered mid thought, his eyes darting back and forth looking for the rest of it 'What if I'm supposed to help her?'

'Jayce!' Bronwyn's subconscious takes over momentarily and slaps him. Immediately recoiling and stifling her compulsion to say "Sorry", the redhead regains her composure as the sky bursts into daylight again. 'You are not some superhero. This-' she grabs the sides of his head, facing his hysterical stare in her direction, '-is a Gift. But that does not mean you should share it with others.'

Jayce looks at her, then down at the ground. 'I just...yeah...'

Bronwyn looks over the deflated man, removing her hands from the sullen figure. 'I think perhaps this is enough for today.'

Jayce holds out his hand palm up 'Okay' he mumbles as she meets his touch, the world exploding into light as their forms touch.

Blinking awake the two find themselves once again sitting in chairs in the doctor's office. Bronwyn takes a quick glance at her clock; no discernable time had passed at all.

Jayce looks a little dishevelled as he stands. 'When should I come back?' he asks, sighing as he pushes the chair back to where he grabbed it.

'No need to be a sad sack,' the Doctor says, rising as well. 'I just think it was getting a little intense, thought we could both do with a little bit of the real world.' She tries to smile comfortingly, but Jayce grins and nods, ignoring it. 'How about next week on Wednesday, same time?'

'Sounds good.' Jayce says politely as he pulls his wallet out, looking for the green medicare card for the office lady outside.

'And Jayce,' He turns around at the unfinished statement, met by an outstretched arm; the hand at the end of it holding a business card with a phone number scrawled on the back. 'If you ever need someone to talk to, give me a call.' He looks at the card suspiciously. Bronwyn sighs, stepping forward to put the card in his shirts chest pocket. 'Just in case.'

'Thanks.' Jayce says as he nods to the redhead, turning to leave and closing the door gently behind him. The receptionist looks at the clock, back to him, then once again to the clock. Shrugging she takes his Medicare card and begins the paperwork.



mindsc@pe Ch. 06



Chapter 6
Tassels and Tentacles

Jayce looks at the sign on the elevator and sighs. 'Fuck. Of all the days...' Heading for the stairs Jayce makes the four storey trek to his current apartment. Reaching the door he fumbles with the keys, dropping them twice before eventually getting them into the lock. But before he could open the door, it was opened for him.

'C'mere!' Mia all but shouts as she yanks Jayce through the doorway; the exit closing behind him. She drags him by the arm into the dimly lit and quite warm living room where he's tossed towards the coffee table. Bracing for the inevitable smash Jayce is surprised to discover the soft landing provided by pillows; specifically one very large pillow.

Opening his eyes to the now less-blurry livingroom, he can see all around just about every piece of furniture has been pushed up one end of the room to make place for hundreds of 'Pillows?' He mumbles questioningly.

'Pillows...' Mia grins back as she clambers over the pillows towards him, her hands coming down on his belt buckle as she humms to herself.

'Uh...' was all Jayce could manage.

With a quick pull, Mia removes Jayce's pants; his briefs left intact on his increasingly naked frame. 'Jenny and I have been sending "sexts" all day, and I need some relief.'

Jayce gasps as the warm air hits his near-naked legs. 'And the pillows?' he asks, curiosity barely overriding his sex drive.

'We were also shopping, and these were on special.' Mia says, shifting her weight about, causing the large pillow to sway; Jayce bobbing up and down as he watches Mia sensually remove her top. The desired reaction has already begun to occur, but as Mia's curves bounced free from the shirt – the lacy black fabric of the bra barely holding them in place – Jayce's cock quickened it's pace; straining against the fabric of his briefs.

Mia flings the shirt to once side and slides over the man's frame, sliding her hands under his shirt and up his chest as she dips low; her cleavage brushing against the hardon as she moves. The heat of her body radiates outwards to Jayce, who has now abandoned all thoughts not concerning the sex goddess breathing heavily up his neck; biting his earlobe slightly as her body comes to rest on top of his, her wetness leaking through the black panties beneath her tight black denim skirt and onto Jayce's barely constrained member.

The lust-fuelled woman grinds her hips against the cock, further soaking Jayce in her love juice. She leans forward and kisses Jayce passionately, their tongues intertwining as her body writhes upon his. A few seconds of this and fate intervenes, snagging the fabric of Jayce's briefs on part of Mia's garter, pulling it down just enough for his stiff cock to spring free of it's confines and press against her hot wet snatch. Both lovers pause their kiss and moan into each others' mouth.

In a very quick and fluid motion Mia spins around on the pillow, halting when her face is poised just above Jayce's member; while her legs now sit astride his head, giving the stunned man a very close view of her soaked black panties in the dim light. Without hesitation, the two figures reach out in the darkness to their lover's crotch, Jayce barely hooking a finger around the thin material before Mia had slammed her mouth down over his cock, sucking it deep into her throat as her teeth lightly graze the edge of his ballsack.

The feeling of Mia's throat muscles clamping down around his cock as her tongue pushes and rubs against it's length drives Jayce into a frenzy as he rips the delicate material at the hips, the warm air breezing across her naked pussy. The scent of her womanhood is too much to handle as Jayce pulls her forcefully onto his mouth, his tongue exploring her pussy with as much ferocity as her mouth only moments before.

Mia moans into Jayce's swollen member, the vibrations reverberating through his cock and into his balls; the action causing himself to moan into the woman's cunt. His cock twitches as he holds back the familiar sensation of a climax, desperately wanting the sensation to last as long as possible. Mia on the other hand, is not quite as disciplined; after hours of randy text messages it doesn't take long for her to reach her limit.

Jayce feels his tongue sucked into Mia's hungry pussy as she cums, pulling her mouth away from his cock to sit down hard on the man's face, trying to force as much of his tongue into her as possible. 'Fuuuuuuck...' She moans as the darkness intensifies around them; Jayce unable to stop the transportation as the familiar sensation of slipping into one's mind overcomes the two figures.

The softness of the pillow has instead been replaced with softness of another kind; skin. The ground in this particular place feeling like the inside of a clam, and even looks rather similar too; all it lacks is the shell. Pink and slightly mucusy, this odd surface only extends a dozen feet in either direction before it dips down below what appears to be a sea of green jelly. Mia lays writhing on the pink fleshy stuff, fingering herself as she slowly regains consciousness.

'Where-' the woman's hands cease their groping as she blinks herself awake 'Where are we?'. Almost immediately after removing them from herself, Mia's hands slide up to her breasts; pulling along with them some of the slime from the ground.

'I don't know...' Jayce surveys the landscape, puzzled; his cock throbbing hard in the warm air. He thinks of a rubber ball, wishing for it to materialise in his hand, to no affect. 'Must be in your mind...'

Mia moans as her fingers make their way to her nipples, tweaking them gently. 'Mmmmm, it feels so good here....'

Jayce gets an evil thought, but is thwarted when he tries to stand on the slippery surface; falling over onto his back right where he started. 'Dammit, I can't stand up.' He mutters, flipping over and trying to slide himself to the incredibly horny figure near him. Just as he reaches her, Jayce feels something slimy brush past his leg. 'What?'

'Hmmm...' Mia mutters as she looks over to Jayce's startled query. She looks half in lust and half in horror as a slimy tentacle wraps it's way around his leg, traces of the jelly it emerged from sloppily dripping over the man as a second and third tentacle break the surface. 'This- this...'

"Blaaagh!' Jayce cries as he's bound by one of the pink limbs, it's slimy flesh pulling tight around one ankle as another slides towards him. He struggles, but to no avail as the second tentacle wraps it's way around his other leg while a third and fourth tentacle bind his wrists. He stops his screaming as he's lifted a few feet in the air, his eyes focused on Mia. 'You watch too much-'

Jayce's sentence is cut off as a fifth tentacle forces it's way into his mouth. He struggles against the intrusion again, but with all limbs held back, all he can do is shake his head; which it easily compensates for as the phallic limb pushes deep into the man's throat.

Mia realises now that Jayce may be in some danger, moving to try to help. Unfortunately, she is able to withdraw her hands from herself just long enough for them to be entangled by her own set of binding tentacles. However, the woman doesn't struggle as a thick phallus is thrust towards her face, gladly opening her mouth to let it in; sucking at it as it pushes it's way past her lips.

Unable to control their own movements, the tentacles place the two on the ground once more, rubbing their bodies along the slimy mucus covering this small living island. Now coated head to toe in the sticky substance, the tentacles pull the two back up, bending Mia over in front of Jayce; splaying her legs and giving Jayce a view to die for. The tentacles slither and slide across the islands surface until the tip of Jayce's cock is pushing gently against Mia's wet slit.

Unable to stop himself from entering the girl even if he wanted to, Jayce feels the tentacles tighten as he's thrust forward; his cock pushing easily into Mia's wet cunt due to her vigorous fingering and the traces of slime. They both moan as skin meets skin, legs sliding against each other as the unearthly limbs reposition the two so Jayce can thrust as best as possible.

Taking the hint the man pulls back out to the tip before slamming back into the girls wet hole, the slime producing a satisfying slap with each bottoming out. Mia moans into the tentacle as it pulsates in her mouth, pushing deep into her throat before pulling back out to be played with by the girls eager tongue. Jayce begins to treat his intruder with more sensuality, running his tongue up the exposed section within; feeling it writhe with each lick.

Mia's matching Jayce's thrusts now as he pushes deeply into her, the tentacles holding him in place helping to get him deeper than normal he can feel his cock push against the girls cervix. Mia moans louder through the tentacle as Jayce hits her "spot" repeatedly, bringing her closer and closer to the orgasm she's been on the brink of since they arrived in this odd world.

Jayce too feels close but in a way like never before. He can tell that at any moment he could pop, though at the same time he feels unable; like the few times he'd had multiple orgasms and had nothing left to ejaculate.

A pair of tentacles slide over to the two lovers, unnoticed through the sexual haze. Rising from the slimy ground they move toward the only orifices left, pushing against Jayce's puckered arsehole first. The man would have jumped if his legs weren't firmly held down. He moans in protest but the tentacles twisted around his hands and feet only tighten further, the oral intruder pushing deep into his throat as the new limb pushes its way into his tight hole.

It slides around inside, almost as if it were looking for something, prodding and poking his insides. Jayce feels his cock swell as it tries to cum; the tentacle had found his prostrate and was now doing its best to stimulate it as sensually as possible. Jayce's thrusts had slowed to a stop, his cock buried as deep as possible in Mia as it pulses against her inner walls.

Mia senses something wrong when She can't feel Jayce's hot seed within her and attempts to turn around, but the tentacle she's orally pleasing refuses to let her see, instead pushing deeper as a protrusion pokes at her tight arse. Much more accepting of the new limb she relaxes her cheeks, allowing the tentacle to slide in, coating her arse in the same sensually sticky slime that covers her entire body.

Jayce watches as the tentacle pushes its way into Mia's accepting arse, it's ridged length causing the girls cunt to twitch with each push past her ring. Nearly five inches had been pushed into that beautiful behind before the tentacle began to withdraw, slowly thrusting its thick self into Mia. It looked larger than the one inside Jayce, nearly as wide as his cock, and nearly as long compared to the finger-width one inside him.

With the hint of a wry smile on his face, Jayce gently moves his hand towards the tentacle in his mouth. Hesitantly his restraints let him, allowing the man to reach the protrusion, stroking its length as is pulsates harder from the touch. He starts pumping his slime covered hands along its length as it pushes deeper into his mouth. 

After a minute or so Jayce realises he hasn't breathed in a while, a fear that is allayed by his still conscious state; he assumes the need for air in this place may be somewhat lessened. With this new point of veiw, Jayce grasps the tentacle even firmer; pushing it deep within his throat he can feel it pulse as it races down towards his stomach. The bindings holding his hand releasing ever so little in the process.

Jayce begins thrusting again, matching his timing to that of the tentacle invading Mia's arse; causing the girl to moan as she slams back against the two phalluses desperate to cum. The man can tell she's nearly in pain from being on the brink for so long, and with a deep suck on the tentacle in his mouth as a distraction he slips a hand free from his living bindings.

Hand darting towards the girls arse he yanks the tentacle out mid-stroke, replacing it with his own meaty cock; thrusting it deep within her as he slams nearly a foot of the surprised appendage into her now vacant pussy. The tightness of her arse serves to only tease Jayce further as his cock aches for release.

The sudden vacancy of her holes was at first shocking to the girl, but it was only short-lived as Jayce's cock pushes deep inside her well-lubricated arse and the prehensile intruder gets roughly shoved deep within her hungry pussy. The sensation of having Jayce thrusting forcefully into her arse while the tentacle picks up the pace once more finally sends Mia over the edge.

Every tentacle tightens and pulsates, squirting thick syrupy fluid across the entire island, which if either lover noticed or cared they would realise it was the source of all the slime. Jayce's throat bulges as the appendage within him pulses, delivering wave after wave of hotness into his belly. Far too turned on to resist, Jayce instead sucks on the member as it slowly fills him with the strange pineapple-flavoured fluid.

Mia openly accepts the burst of hotness in her throat, and with her eyes clenched tight from the earth-shattering climax, she avoids being blinded when the tentacle pulls out; splattering her face in the slimy substance as her moan can finally form itself into a shout of pure lust. Her cunt also warms from the spasming length inside her, it's velvety walls sucking in the tentacle and milking it of the otherworldly cum.

Mia's arse clenches around Jayce's cock with an almost vice like grip, but he still kneels behind the orgasming girl unable to cum himself. He knows he's so very close but for some reason something here is stopping him.

The two remain locked in that position until finally the tentacles lose their grip and allow the pair to fall to the ground exhausted. Jayce's cock remains hard as ever as he slips out of the girls tight arse with a pop. The tentacle down his throat finally pulling out as he sputters up a bit of the fruity cum. 'Fuck... *coughcough*'

'Mmmmmmm....' Came the contented response from Mia. As she writhes around on the ground, her pussy still spasming from the intense fucking she'd just received.

The tentacles retreat back into the jelly-like ocean as Jayce slides over to the girl, his hand reaching out to hers. But Mia pulls her hand away in protest 'Mmmmm, not yet...'

Both lovers flatten their hands against the ground as what seems like a mini earthquake rocks the small island. The ground beneath them begins to give way as a large crimson crevasse opens up between the two. The edges of the island seem to raise like a bowl as Jayce and Mia slide toward the central opening. Mia notices the shape first and smiles as she slides into the lubricated folds of the giant cunt.

Jayce follows right behind, falling only a few feet down into the warm darkness he's slowed to a stop by the walls; small nubs lining the skin-like surface in their thousands. He feels something sliding upwards towards him, comforted moments later by the familiar feeling of Mia's hand pulling him towards her though the slimy passageway until they lie suspended, hugging tightly.

'Sounds like you had fun.' Jayce managed to say through the tight squeezing atmosphere.

'What, you didn't?' She muses, pulling herself closer to him; giggling as his rock-hard cock pushes against her stomach 'Mmmm, guess not...' Writhing against Jayce as she finds the right position, Mia slips his hard member inside her well used snatch as the living walls around them squeeze the two lovers together, their nubs massaging the two bodies as the sticky fluids within the hole coat them once more.

Mia sighs as the cock pushes deep inside her, Jayce throbbing as he bottoms out inside her easily. The walls draw ever tighter, pushing the two into a tight embrace; Mia wrapping her legs around Jayce's waist as they hug each other firmly their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. The smooth protrusions from the wall making tiny circles across their lubricated skin.

Jayce tries to pull out to begin thrusting, but the walls of this hole are holding him too tightly; His cock barely able to move an inch. Mia feels the struggle and tries to help, but even with the leverage of her position all she can do is writhe against him; barely able to grind herself against his hard member in the tight space. She realises their kiss has lasted quite long and comes to the same conclusion as Jayce had earlier: air here is somewhat unnecessary.

With the same thought running through her head Mia goes for broke, plunging her tongue deep into the mans mouth as her hips buck forcefully against Jayce; his rock-hard member crashing against her cervix. Jayce moans into the eager girls mouth as he feels the depth to which she's pulled him, his cock pushing hard against the closed door to her womb.

She withdraws from the kiss with barely enough space to move, let alone talk. Still she utters a few muffled words 'Please, deeper...' To accentuate her request she pushes hard against his manhood, his balls sliding against the base of her dripping pussy. 'Please...'

Jayce stays frozen as that word echoes through his brain, pulling painful memories back from the depths before being pushed aside by the arrival of another passionate kiss. Oddly his cock reacts to the phrase, pulsing hard inside the girls hot cunt as it strains against her inner opening.

The walls around seem to sense the longing of the two figures and pushes against them. Tiny nubules slide over the two as Mia and Jayce's pelvises are squeezed together, his cock pushing hard against her cervix before with a slip and thud he pushes past the barrier as the head is sucked into the hot womb.

Mia ecstatically screams into Jayce's mouth as she's driven to yet another orgasm from the deep penetration; the walls of her pussy gripping Jayce's cock like a vice, rippling inward to draw his length impossibly further in. The walls of their sexual prison draw increasingly tighter with every contraction of Mia's orgasm, acting like one massive cunt itself; trying to squeeze the orgasms out of each of them.

The slippery skin holding him in place against the writhing buxom figure impaled on his cock is just too much for Jayce as he returns her orgasmic scream with his own lust-fuelled growl. Tiny nubs gently massage his balls as his cock pulses, releasing the first spurt of cum deep inside Mia's spasming pussy.

Both minds lost in ecstasy, they lie there in the warm wetness of the island pussy as Jayce's cock fills Mia's womb to bursting point with an inhuman amount of cum. As Mia feels his juices fill her she slides a hand down their sides to find his, squeezing hard as the world around fades to white.

Mia is off of Jayce's face before his mind fully returns to the warm living room, her body flinging around to land the hot wetness of her pussy on the man's throbbing member. Mia slams herself onto Jayce! rising only once before she feels him pulsing. Cumming hard into the still spasming pussy, Jayce pulls the girl down hard, impaling his cock deep within her once more, driving her over the edge into another orgasm as a blurry reality sets in.

'So- so deep' she stammers as the climax scrambles her mind 'deep is goooooood....' Moaning, Mia collapses on top of the still cumming Jayce, who grabs her ass firmly with one hand to hold his cock in her as he unleashes another load inside her hot wet pussy, while wrapping another behind her back as he pulls her into a sweaty half-clothed hug atop the soiled pillows.

Unleashing another shot of cum into her hungry hole, Jayce holds Mia tight. 'That, was fun...' He smiles as his breath returns heavy and hard; matching her gasps for air. 'So...' He begins, his thought broken by the need to breathe 'you like it deep then?'




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Mia chuckles as her body convulses again from the extreme pleasure shed just endured 'Doesn't everyone? Feeling Jayce's cock slow its pulses, she rolls off of him, his manhood popping free of the cum-laden tunnel as Mia collapses next to the out of breath individual.

Still breathing hard, the two figures stare at the roof as exhaustion overwhelms them. With contented smiles they blink themselves into an orgasm induced slumber.



mindsc@pe Ch. 07



Chapter 7
Three Heads Are Better Than One

'Coming right up.' Jayce pushes past the busy staff working the Candy Bar as he makes his way to the coffee machine, the customer keeping pace with him from the other side of the marble counter. He grabs the milk and with practiced precision pours just the right amount into the metal jug, his body shifting to make way for the other staff members squeezing past to get at the shelves behind him.

The lady who ordered the coffee stands on the other side of the machine, busily texting away as Jayce moves from nozzle to lever, his hands a blur as they operate the machine with nine years of built up skill. The milk froths as the shot of coffee pours out into the cup, just a small amount of tan creamer dotting the surface as the flow trickles to a stop; the last few drops caught in the tray beneath as the cup is yanked away gently.

The milk steams as its screaming from the frothing process comes to an end, Jayce swirling the jug and giving it a few taps; a jet of foam flying a good foot into the air before being caught once again by the metal vessel. Another few swirls and he begins to pour, the white fluid slowly making its way over the spout and into the cup. Raising the level of the nice brown skin across the coffee shot he flits the jug back and forth as the beverage level reaches the cups brim.

With a small movement of the wrist the pattern on top of the coffee is complete. The lady continues to text away as he sighs, placing a plastic lid on the cup 'Latte, no sugar.' With barely a nod towards him the woman reaches over to take the drink and walks off, completely unaware of the effort Jayce had put into the coffee.

Sighing Jayce quickly pops around the side of the candy bar into the staff area, opening the walk-in-fridge to find his water bottle. Taking a gulp of the fluid recharges his soul enough to continue, the coldness refreshing his inside as he tries to shake off the stress. Placing the bottle back on the shelf, Jayce takes a deep breath and places his hand on the door, ready to stride back out into the noisy workplace.

Before he can push the heavy door back open he hears the voice of his boss echo through the staff rooms and "back of house" area. He pauses to let the lady pass by without seeing him, worried that his standing in the fridge may seem like him slacking off.

'I can't help both of you at the same time!' She forcefully asserts into the Walkie talkie, trying hard not to shout as the two-way system is loud enough for customers to hear. 'Two is out as well so just do your best and I'll be there as soon as possible.' The familiar beep of the mic being turned off slides into the fridge as her feet stop outside the door. 'I can't be in two fucking places at once-' she mutters, flinging open the door to reach for her water bottle on the top shelf.

Instead of an empty fridge, She instead finds Jayce standing there, looking sheepish and desperately wishing he was somewhere else. That feeling soon crosses his face as Monique's lips form a wry smile as her hand darts out towards him, landing on his wrist with just enough time for him to utter a single curse before the darkness sets in.

'Fuck...'

Jayce once again regains consciousness in the candy bar foyer, except this time it is filled with blurry people. Jayce shakes his head, trying to regain focus, which is when he realises the figures are naturally blurred, as if they were made of gas or the shadow of someone lit from afar. He slips past the constantly shifting figures towards the entrance ramp, aware that Monique must be around here somewhere.

It doesn't take too long for him to discern her location; commands are shouted from within the ticket box, the black-clothed figures behind there visibly cowering from her booming voice. Jayce decides to let her have this little dream and when it's appropriate, jump her and try to get out. A plan that would've been fine if it weren't for a familiar voice also coming from the candy bar; Monique commenting on one of the blurry staff members 'powerful hands' as they open a corked bottle.

Jayce's mind reeled. 'Two of them?' He muttered in shock as he slunk further into the shadows. One he could certainly handle, but two? Which was the real one? What if they're both real? More questions than answers began pouring into his mind as the tiny seed of panic sets in.

'Whatcha doin'?' Came a voice from behind him. A third Monique steps into the light, an innocent smile on her face as she approaches Jayce. She is dressed the same as before, only her entire outfit is more of an ivory colour, with the occasional bronze trim to help soften the starkness of the corset. She was wearing her now blonde hair out this time though, hair braided like a laurel wreath across her temples to hold back the slightly wavy locks; a small pair of fluffy cat ears stay clipped to the hair atop her head.

Jayce was shocked to see a third Monique, but felt calmer around this one; her body language and appearance seeming to convey a sense of innocence that he'd never seen in his boss before both in and out of this dream state. His mind desperately searches for an answer to her question, unsure of whether he should run, talk, or do something outright stupid. 'I'm, I'm hiding.' He manages, thinking for the moment at least, that this version of his perverted boss might not be so bad.

The woman looks around cautiously before moving in close to Jayce, grabbing his arm and squeezing lightly. "What from?" She asks, moving Jayce in front of her like a human shield.

Jayce grins nervously at this Monique's actions. 'Well,' he starts, clearing his throat and speaking softly so as not to alert the other two to his presence 'I'm hiding from a lady who was a little mean to me last time I was here.'

'Oh.' The woman looks both relieved and somewhat disappointed. 'You mean The Mistress?'

'Uh,' Jayce's mental cogs began whirring with that little bit of information. 'I guess so...' He looks this Monique over again; she really is Monique, but just holds herself differently seeming much more relaxed. 'I'm sorry, where are my manners-' Jayce's brain hits upon a plan that might just help him out. He turns to the cream-clothed woman and extends a friendly hand, palm up '-my name is Jayce.'

The woman looks at him, cautiously placing her hand in his as he raises it to his lips and kisses a knuckle lightly. She smiles, almost giggling 'I'm Nikki.'

'A pleasure to meet you Nikki.' Jayce releases his hold gently, smiling a gentlemanly smile at the lady. 'I take it The Mistress is the one working the ticket box?'

Nikki looks somewhat fearfully and sadly at the counter, a whip crack audible from inside. 'Yeah, she's not very nice, we don't talk much.' At that moment some comments waft over from the candy bar involving various unnamed staff members being "hot" and what the owner of the voice wants to do to them. Nikki smiles 'Thats Kat. She's a bit wierd, but nice.' Nikki blushes. 'She talks about naughty things a lot.'

Jayce mulls it over in his mind; three Monique's all with different names and different personalities and perhaps all that is required to get out of here is a consensus between the majority to let him go. 'Nikki,'

'Yeah?'

'Do you think you could get Kat to meet us in cinema four?'

Nikki cocks an eyebrow. 'Whhhyyyy?....' She answers hesitantly.

'I need to ask the two of you a question, but I don't want The Mistress to hear us talking; she, uh, might be mean again.' Jayce does his best "pleading puppy" eyes in the hopes of swaying her do something that The Mistress might not want her to do.

'Awww...' She smiles a nice smile and cocks her head. 'Its okay puppy dog, you wait in cinema four and I'll get Kitty Kat for you.' With shat she stands up and half skips / half jogs over to the candy bar.

Jayce, relieved and worried at the same time, makes a bee-line for cinema four. The torch-lit halls looming ominously as he runs up the cobblestone ramp towards the cinemas. This whole situation was completely out of his control, and he had a feeling that he'd have to bargain his way out of here with Kat, though Nikki seemed nice enough and would probably be happy to let him go.

Entering the cinema, he heads down the stairs to the front row. This next bit was going to take all of his best tricks and mind games to convince the two ladies. Sure enough, the merest thought of those two heralds their arrival, Kat having burst in eager to find the more-solid-than-a-blur male being in this realm. She -like Nikki- is very much the same as Monique was last time, only dressed in a black and red corset, trimmed with red lace in a style not too dissimilar to that of a showgirl in a western movie. Her hair is a deep red and quite curly, fiery and unrestrained; the small arrow of sculpted hair above her pussy matching flawlessly. Her boots are a black and red trim as well, but instead of gloves she has a kind of sleeve that loops around the thumb which is also red-trimmed black leather. From under her hair two deep red cat ears poke out, a few inches larger than Nikkis, and from behind her a tail swishes to and fro; under this light looking more like a single feather boa hanging down from the small of her back.

'My my,' she moans, walking sultrily over to Jayce, each step down the stairs causing her hips to sway that extra bit more to draw his eyes down to her naked crotch; a small triangle shaved into her red pubic hair, her black and red corset drawn tighter than Nikkis, or possibly she has larger breasts, regardless they bounce nicely as she descends towards the man 'Nikki, I owe you one helluva massive favour for bringing this sexy beast to me first...'

Jayce keeps a solid hold on his wits, which is the only reason he doesn't stand drooling at the sensual lady approaching him. 'Uh, yeah, I wanted to... Um...' She stops mere inches from him, the heat of Kats body cascades over him as she restrains herself from pouncing him then and there.

Kat places a finger on the mans chest, drawing it down his shirt; the nail magically popping buttons off until it reaches the top of his pants; the shirt blown open by a mysterious breeze that appears from nowhere. 'What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?' She licks her top lip for emphasis.

Nikki slowly descends the stairs, rolling her eyes. 'He wanted to ask us something.' She strides over to the two figures, and steps between them, her naked arse pushing Jayce back a step or two before she turns to face the now empty space filled with sexual tension. 'And he doesn't want The Mistress to hear.'

'Um, yeah, what Nikki said' Jayce collects himself as he puts his hands in his pockets, emphasising his ab muscles as the shirt pulls away at the middle now there are no buttons to restrain it. 'But it's still not that "safe" here. I know about a place that The Mistress doesn't.' 

'What? where?' Nikki looks surprised, and grabs one of his wrists. 'Where is it?'

'Okay okay,' Jayce hadn't expected this reaction, but he gives the woman a quick hug to calm her down; certainly putting Nikki at ease while also causing her to blush. 'Its just over here...' He releases the woman and heads for one of the walls near the exit.

In the real cinema there's a wood panel that seems far too big to hide the small fuse box behind it, jutting out from the wall less than an inch, but nearly four foot high and three feet wide. Here it takes the shape of an interesting looking flagstone. He gets a good grip on e corner and pulls it open, with a grunt and a creak revealing a small wooden box behind it.

'See that's what most people get when they open this. But...' Jayce looks around, hoping his bluff will prove fruitful. He motions for Nikki to help him, hoping her innocence and naïveté would be the catalyst for this mind trick. 'If you can pull that armrest up..' He closes the panel and motions to Nikki to lift the leather object. The faintest of clicks can be heard from behind the wall. Jayce sighs in relief as he opens the door to find a narrow set of stairs heading down below the screen. 'There ya go. One secret passage.' Kat and Nikki stare in astonishment.

'I never knew that was there!' Nikki exclaims, once again grabbing Jayce's arm in excitement. 'Whats down there?'

Jayce shrugs 'I've heard there's a few rooms down there filled with all sorts of stuff. I've never actually been down there myself.' He turns to the two ladies. 'Who wants to go first?' There's split second of hesitation before Nikki dashes over to one of the wall torches, reefing it from its sheath and dashing down the passageway. He smiles, shaking his head as he extends his arm towards the panel, bowing towards Kat. 'Ladies first.'

She sidles over to him, rubbing her arse against him as she works her way down the stairs 'As long as you're really close behind me.' She says winking, an errant hand lightly dragging against his crotch as she disappears into the darkness. Jayce takes one last quick look of the cinema 'what have you gotten yourself into dude?' He mutters to himself as he pulls the armrest down, a mechanism grinding into gear causing the panel to slowly close. Jayce dashes in just as it pulls shut with a click.

The hallway is unlit, the only light is flickering from around a bend further down; no doubt where Nikki is currently exploring. He starts to step forward but something blocks his way. He reaches out to feel his way around it, his fingers met with the softness of skin. He smiles, realising Kat must have lain in wait for him. His hands move to her sides, the shape of which indicates she's standing with her back to him. A soft moan escapes the woman's lips.

'I thought you were going to be "close behind"...' She sighs as Jayce subconsciously starts moving his hands to her breasts, his fingers first cupping the corset beneath them before turning to rub against the soft skin on top. Kat responds to this by pushing back against him, her firm cheeks rubbing against Jayce's cock, straining behind his pants. 'Mmmmm' she moans as his bulge presses against her.

Jayce opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by a shout from the other end of the passage 'C'mon you two, there's a door down here I can't open!' The darkened figures sigh in unison as they step towards the flickering torchlight. 'Coming!' Shouts a frustrated Kat, having lost the feel of the moment. The corridor opens up into a reasonably large room, walls lined with the same flagstone pattern as the foyer, it's nearly twenty feet across and round with the passageway on one side and Nikki on the other standing with her back to them, facing a large wooden door. 'It won't budge.'

Kat walks over to it, placing a hand on one side and sliding it to the left, the hinges disappearing into the wall, apparently just for decoration or trickery. She shakes her head as the embarrassed Nikki sulks into the next room, Jayce in tow; trying to grin politely.

The next room seems similar to the last, but this time there are four doors and the entrance passageway. All the doors are the same in every way except for one; In the centre of the door on the far right there is an "@" symbol. This mentally knocks Jayce back a bit, fortunately unnoticed by the two women. He blinks, trying to see if its just a figment of his imagination, but with a bit of thought he realises with worry that it probably is from his mind and the implications start pouring over him. 

His panicked mental state doesn't last long as Nikki grabs him by the arm and jumps about excitedly. 'Which one first?'

'Actually,' he says, trying to sound as official as possible 'I think we're deep enough that we can talk'

'Not deep enough for me...' Comments Kat, grinning mischievously.

Jayce clears his throat, his bulge growing once more. 'Um, look, ladies, I'm not supposed to be here.' He says, running a hand through his hair. 'And the last time I was here The Mistress beat the crap out of me, so I'd like to avoid her as best as possible. I need your help to get out.'

Kat pouts 'Leaving so soon?' She walks over to him, brushing her hand over the material holding back his growing member.

'Uh,' his mind falters as he looks over to Nikki, her eyes once again rolling at her other self's sexual display. 'I don't have to leave now, I just want to make sure I'm gone before Mistress figures out I'm here.'

'Well if you want to lay low for a while I can certainly help with that.' Kat grins as she pulls herself closer to him, her hot moist pussy grinding against his barely restrained cock.

'Ugh! Get a room!' Nikki says as she moves over to the doors. 'Huh' she mutters, reaching the unique door.

'I don't think you should open that...' Jayce blurts out, hoping the woman follows his advice. She does not; reaching out to give it a push. Nothing happens. She grabs the iron-wrought handle and pulls, also nothing. Kat strides over and tries to slide it, but left or right the door still stands firm. 

'Can you open it, stud?' Kat says, grinning at Jayce's abs and biting her lower lip.

'Somehow I have a feeling I was meant to.' He says, ignoring her lusty look and staring straight at the symbol. He approaches the door but is once again distracted by Nikki. She's moved to the next door over, just a few paces to the left, giving it a solid push. Light pours out of it as the other two figures forget about the mysterious door, choosing to instead bask in the glow of this new room.

Nikki squeals with glee as she bolts through the doorway. As the light turns to a dull glow, the insides are revealed, causing both Jayce and Kat to stand in open mouthed shock. It appears to be some sort of maze, the ceiling, floor and walls with the consistency of a bouncy castle made of silk, lit from behind like a dim fluorescent bulb. The ground is littered with soft shapes about the size of a head pillow and the occasional blanket. Nikki powers through the visible passageway before disappearing around a bend, bouncing off a wall as she does so..

Kat looks at Jayce and the the other two doors, dashing past the next door to get to the one on the far left.

'Why not that one?' Jayce asks, gesturing towards the missed door.

'Dont get me wrong,' Kat grabs the handle of the far left door. 'Nikkis a great girl, but I'm gonna stay as far from her inane giggling and squealing as possible.' She pulls the door open and grins with the same ecstatic smile as Nikki had given when opening her door. Another flash of light fades to a glow 'Besides, this is most certainly MY room...' She grabs Jayce by the arm and throws him into the room.

The man stumbles through the entryway, falling as the ground drops away sharply. Jayce is airborne for less than a second before landing at the bottom of a shallow pit, the sides and bottom lined with a very odd red fabric; it feels like polar fleece, but with a lighter touch it has the smoothness of silk. He realises as well the lack of friction burn from his fall, perhaps due to the fabric though more likely Kats unwillingness to hurt her new prize. He looks up to the door as he picks himself up to his knees.

Kat stands at the rooms entrance, arms akimbo grinning like a wolf at her new toy. 'I will help you out - I may even let you leave - but first you have to help me.' She jumps forward, sliding down the bowl-like sides of the pit to reach Jayce at the bottom. The two figures collide and end up settling in the middle of the pit with Kat straddling Jayce at the neck, her juicy lips only inches from his face as she leans down to pin his hands behind his head. 'You made quite the ripples last time you were here.'

Jayce's expression turned from sexual amusement to confused horror, thinking perhaps this was The Mistress after all 'Shit...' He tries struggling but with being in her realm, his actions were for naught; she all of a sudden had biceps of steel and legs of concrete. With a huff, he stops wriggling, a dejected expression on his face.




mindsc@pe Ch. 08



Chapter 8
Ebony and Ivory

*Wham*

Jayce abandons the door and bolts for his, reefing the handle towards him. Unfortunately the door holds tight, and after another attempt at pulling and once pushing, he hears the Mistress shout once more from behind her door. With no options left, Jayce leaps to the side, flinging open Nikki's door and slamming it just as fast. Not waiting to hear if The Mistress breaks down her door, the man hurriedly dashes into the maze of white.

Bouncing off walls as he hurtles round the corners, Jayce holds a decent speed. Unfortunately dead ends start cropping up more regularly as he pushes further into the maze, until he eventually trips over a plush star and goes bouncing off a dead end into a blanket. The blanket gives way to thin air, Jayce falling another ten feet to the floor below. He bounces badly, twisting himself awkwardly as he attempts to get to his feet.

Another level of maze lies here, directly beneath the first. Looking up he can see where pathways cross over and alongside the ones underneath. He shakes his head, trying to mentally remove the pain in his side as he stumbles off down another corridor. A left, then a right, another left; maze protocol etched in his brain from hundreds of mental exercises is completely lost as Jayce fights the passageways for survival. A leg impedes his progress as Jayce trips, falling face first onto a plush rhombal prism.

Wide eyed, Jayce quickly scans upwards, his panic fading to relief as a startled Nikki stares back at him, wielding a stuffed fractal shape as an improvised weapon until she too recognises the newcomer. 'Yay!' She squeals with joy, reaching over to hug him. The man winces from the touch, Nikki pulling away to see the traces of blood dripping from the open wound on his shoulder. 'Jayce?'

The man sits up, breathing heavily he calms himself and looks into Nikkis eyes. 'Im sorry, I had nowhere else to run.' His words leak out, the exhaustion flowing with them as he remembers he need not breathe here. Jayce closes his eyes, a small tear forming as he thinks about how he's now endangered Nikki. 'I shouldn't be here. I don't want you to get hurt.'

'Shush shush shhhhh...' Nikki slides over next to him, allowing Jayce to recline against the wall, the invitation of rest gladly accepted by the bloodied man. Jayce sneakily covers his still erect member with the rhombus as the woman searches for a good sized blanket within reach. Throwing it over the two of them, she creates a small cave, the floor sinking slightly until they're laying against the wall of a space no bigger than the inside of an elevator, but half the height; above them the blanket rests in what looks like the corner of a dead end. 'Better?'

Jayce nods as he turns to Nikki, giving her a powerful hug; ignoring the cut. 'Thank you...' He whispers, voice shaking from the chase before. She sits shocked for a moment, but returns his affection; resting her head on his shoulders long enough for both of them to sigh in unison. Relaxing they pull away from the embrace.

'What happened?' The woman asks, her words fraught with worry 'You've been gone for ages. I wanted us to play hide and seek.' She smiles nervously, but reassuringly.

Jayce exhales, running a hand through his sweat dampened hair. 'I got dragged into Kat's room-' Nikki raises an eyebrow with a somewhat disapproving look. 'Aaaand then the Mistress found us.' He decided it best not to elaborate on the happenings in-between. 'She chased us through her room- "rooms", until we made our way back into the round room outside.' Jayce's brow furrows. 'I told Kat to hide in her room while I run off, hoping to drag the Mistress into my room. But-'

'Oh no,' Nikki sighs 'you couldn't open the door?'

'Wouldn't move an inch.' He looks away from Nikki, embarrassed as to his next decision. 'The way we came into that room with the four doors, disappeared. And I panicked. I ran through the next door. Your door. I'm- I'm sorry...'

'Shhhhh.... It's okay' Nikki leans Jayce towards her, placing his head on her shoulder and patting it. 'I don't think the Mistress will ever-' her sentence breaks as the light changes slightly; the wall behind them darkened by the silhouette of the mistress striding through the maze. Nikki instinctively jumps into Jayce's lap, wrapping his arms around her almost as if she was trying to roll the two of them into a tight ball. Her back to his chest, they play dead.

The woman's movements have an unfortunate consequence; the rhombal cushion shielding Jayce's naked crotch is flung out of the way in the flurry of motion. Jayce realises first that his rigid cock is now pressed between Nikki's firm thighs, but she's not far behind. The two stay frozen in place as Jayce's cock twitches; neither wanting to make a sound as the silhouette of the Mistress stands arms akimbo. It feels like forever until the shadow once again starts moving down the soft corridors, the two figures no longer tense from her appearance, but now stuck in a very strange dilemma.

'I-is that?...'

'Yes... Umm...' Jayce can think of no other words. His heart is screaming "sorry" but his brain thankfully won't let it out. He decides truth is best, and does his best to make sure he's only holding Nikki in this position with the force that she is supplying, his muscles noticeably relaxing but still holding in place. 'Kat gave me something, and it won't go down...' The cock twitches again, straining to push against Nikkis moist lips with its shaft; the head held firmly between her thighs.

She shrugs off Jayce's arms, cautiously opening her legs allowing the member to slowly move upwards, causing Nikki to gasp as it brushes past her sensitive inner thighs until finally coming to rest hard against the woman's slit; the swollen rod prodding at her belly. The blonde tightens her thighs grip once more, causing Jayce to subconsciously moan in pleasure. Reaching out with a nervous finger she pokes it.

Jayce's cock twitches at the touch, pushing up against Nikki's inquisitive digit as she carefully slides it around the throbbing head. It feels so strange to her, but also somewhat similar. Without realising it she begins to grind imperceptively slowly against the engorged member, Jayce barely noticing the movement at first, but a worried brow marking his moral confusion to the situation. 'Are you sure you-'

'Im sorry!' Nikki blurts out, hands darting back to her sides 'It's just so red... Does it hurt?' 

'Its okay, it doesn't hurt...' Relief washes over Nikki from the mans reassuring words. 'Its a little red from that stuff Kat gave me. It's just very sensitive, so be gentle.'

Nikki seems to have forgotten entirely about the Mistress in her labarynthe, instead concentrating solely on this new thing pushing its way between her legs. A mischievous grin crosses the woman's face as she reaches out to it once more. 'How sensitive is "very"?...' She asks rhetorically as her fingers stroke up the four inches poking out, eeping when it twitches hard from her touch. She quickly grabs it with both hands, holding it still. 'I can feel your heart beat.' She says matter-of-factly. 'Its fast.'

Jayce chuckles at the statement as he feels the warmth of her hands begin to massage his cock head. The sensation of someone so gentle upon his body was something Jayce had not quite gotten accustomed to, especially after the last week. But once more, the drug he imbibed prevents him from climaxing too soon, allowing Nikki to play with his member for longer. 'We'll you know how it is, you see a cute guy and your heart goes all a flutter?' They share a blushing grin at that phrase, 'We'll its the same for guys when they meet a pretty girl.'

Nikki acts coy 'You think I'm pretty?' She says, absentmindedly squeezing Jayce's cock in the process. 

Jayce lets out a moan of pleasure. 'Very much so.' He reaches up once more to give the blonde a hug, holding her tight against his naked body as she holds him tight between her thighs. 'You've got an amazing mind and a body that men would die for and women would kill for.' Jayce thought he may have been laying it on a bit thick, but Nikki seemed none the wiser. It wasn't that he was lying - Monique regardless of her mental aspect is a beautiful woman - but Jayce knew he had to butter Nikki up in the vain hope she might let him leave.

'Well,' Nikki grins shyly, rocking her body side to side nervously not knowing that each movement was causing Jayce immense pleasure 'I think you're pretty handsome too.' Jayce became aware of a light movement just near the tip of his cock, but it was only after a stifled moan from Nikki he realised she was gently massaging her clit with a curious finger. When her eyes close Jayce makes his move. Slowly and sensually he slides his hand down the woman's soft skin, his fingers tracing a trail of goosebumps across her shoulder, down her arm and slowly across to her fingertips; until finally coming to rest with his hand cupping hers.

Nikki turned questioningly to Jayce, her eyes searching for intent but Jayce's gaze was not malicious; comfort and kindness were what the blonde found in his green-brown orbs. Still confused but not stopping him, Nikki allows Jayce's fingers to continue upon their journey, his warm skin finding her moist clit and ever so lightly caressing it. Nikki shudders from the alien hand pleasuring her, the sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt in her so far brief existence..

Jayce was being very gentle with Nikki, only increasing in tempo when he would feel her hand try to push past his. He can feel the hot wetness of the woman's pussy now, cock twitching with need as she starts once more to grind against it though more perceptible this time. Jayce makes a bold move and introduces Nikkis clit to his thumb,pushing down on it with enough force to cause the woman to gasp in pleasure, while avoiding pain. After a little wiggle of the digit, Nikki smiles; half laughing, half moaning in some kind of lust-fuelled giggle.

Nikki has begun to rhythmically squeeze Jayce's member while rocking back and forth atop him, her hands as soft as silk. The cock throbs hard, his heartbeat the basis for the biological beat echoing through Nikki's hands. 'Jayce...' The man became slightly worried at Nikki's pleading tone, amplified by the fact that she had stopped moving and was now gripping his member firmly.

'Yeah?' He all but whispered, using his free hand to hold the woman in a one-armed hug, hoping it was conveying comfort more than need.

'I- I want to...' She was bright red in the cheeks now, her eyes shut tightly as she tries to force the words out. 'I mean, its just... I just...'

Jayce squeezes her again, in the hope that she may calm down and relax; his gentle caress easing her mind and causing the appropriate result in not too long a time. 'If you really want to, then we should face each other; so we can see what the other is feeling.' Nikki needs no further encouragement, and loosening her grip on the throbbing member she slides across Jayce's body until the base of his cock is now pushing against the moist slit of Nikki's seated form. 'I'll let you set the pace to start with.'

Nikki blurts out a grin as she steadies her tight wet hole over the blood-gorged monster that is Jayce's member. After a few quick breaths, she lowers herself down, the folds around her pussy parting way as the cock head slides in; stretching the hole already with its increased girth. But to Nikki's credit she doesn't stop; slowly impaling herself upon the meaty prick inch by inch. Jayce was almost comatose with pleasure, Nikki was incredibly tight, but all this fooling around had also gotten her incredibly wet; which was the only reason he is able to enter her at all.

A mini orgasm shoots through Nikki as she stops abruptly, her insides clamping down on Jayce's cock with vice-like intensity as she holds her breath; a half squeak half moan held back by her trembling lips. The two lovers feel each others heartbeat while sexually entangled, the racing thuds slowly synching up into a near cacophonous drum beat. Her grip eases as the orgasm passes, the woman finally allowing herself to breathe again. 

nearly halfway down but with quivering legs, Nikki's body gives in to the pleasure; slumping down the rest of Jayce's cock in one go. Both partners scream in ecstasy as he bottoms out within her, the knowledge of the Mistress on the hunt shunned for more pleasurable thoughts. Jayce and Nikki remain still for a moment, their bodies white-hot with pleasure; unable to move from the intensity of it.

Jayce is first to break the stalemate, his hands on Nikki's hips pulling her backwards at first, away from his meaty intrusion before sliding her forward; his cock pushing back inside her and further by the barest of margins. Nikki's body reacts automatically, holding the rhythm she begins to grind upon Jayce's lap; the man still holding her close to him with strong hands.

'It- it kinda hurts...' Nikki wheezes between movements.

Jayce lets go of her thighs, freeing the woman from his grip 'We don't have to-'

Nikki's hands grasp the mans wrists, guiding his big hands back to her legs; pressing them against the soft skin as she moans a little 'No... It's a good hurt...' Jayce's firm grip returns slowly, pulling her down again; his meaty prick pushing deep once more. Nikki digs her fingernails into the spaces between his fingers as she moans in response to the man's forced grinding.

Jayce releases his own moan - more a soft growl at this point - as he guides Nikki back into a stable rhythm; his cock only visible to the blushing woman as she slides back, exposing the thick red member to the warm imaginary air. It throbs with each movement, pressing deeper inside Nikki's slickened tunnel until it hits a wall. Jayce groans with pleasure at the contact.

'It... It's too deep...' Nikki gasps, her pussy clamping around Jayce's member with all the force it can muster, the man breathing heavily from the repurcussions of his partner's mini-orgasm. Not wanting to make her "first" experience an overly painful one, Jayce decides not to press his luck - or his cock - much further; pulling Nikki back again to only half full.

Jayce opens his mouth to speak but he's not quick enough, as Nikki gyrates more forcefully this time; plunging the reddened cock back into her velvety pussy with a mutual groan from the two sexually charged lovers. Again and again she gyrates, her motions bouncier with each withdrawal as the two build up a nice rhythm.

All other concerns forgotten Jayce and Nikki fuck themselves into a stupor; the repressed virginal aspect of his boss driving Jayce to amazing heights as her deliciously tight hole virtually sucks at his member; so eager for his seed and warmth. He can feel Nikki edge closer and closer to a massive climax, as he too feels his own balls throb with the desire to release their chemically altered burden.

Nikki's eyes close as her pussy squeezes the stiff member; crashing over the edge, just in time to miss an ominous shadow grow on the wall behind. Jayce is more observant however and reflexively pulls the cumming woman hard down onto his tool, his hand too slow to cover the loud moan of pleasure erupting from the blonde's mouth. 'Aaaaaaahhhhhhnnnnn-' Jayce's cock throbs inside the quivering woman, desperate to cum but being attached to the body of the terrified man stops it from reaching his own pinnacle of pleasure.

A hand tears through the fabric of the wall, closely followed by another. Jayce pushes Nikki out of the way, 'RUN!' Was all he could shout before his own mouth is clamped shut. But there was no chance of that; the orgasmically charged Nikki lays breathing heavily, her body too racked with pleasure to stand let alone run. Jayce can only look on helplessly as the Mistress whips a leather strap at Nikki. the end cracking against the woman's neck to form a collar. The black leather-clad dominatrix then throws Jayce to the floor before cracking a collar onto his neck as well.

'Pick her up, mutt!' The Mistress barks as she yanks Jayce's leash harshly, nearly flinging him at the still stupefied Nikki. With fear and loathing in his eyes he gently lifts the ivory lady, holding her across his chest as he stands defiant in the torn passageway. 'Come!' The Mistress begins walking hastily down the slowly dimming corridor; the backlit walls losing their vibrancy one by one.

Soon the floor hardens and the walls turn to stone, the faint lights behind the material replaced once more by torches aflame; roaring into existence with the Mistresses presence as she continues down the dark labyrinth with her two captives strung along behind. Jayce considered escaping, but with that collar he would have no hope. The trio reach a solid wooden door reinforced with iron bands that swings open upon their arrival, and slams shut behind them.

Inside this new chamber are a myriad of contraptions with chains, straps and cuffs. Whips and paddles line the walls, and thick leather ties hang from the ceiling. A similar chair to the one he saw last time stares at Jayce from the darkness as the mistress fastens Nikki's collar to one of the roof straps. 'You can stay here you naughty bitch!' the pleasure having left Nikki's face, now replaced with a look of heavy sadness and guilt. The Mistress motions for Jayce to drop his blonde burden, and so with care he tries laying her on the ground; but the strap is too short, pulling Nikki into a sitting position as the Mistress quickly clips Jayce to a separate strap.

Jayce whips around in a fury 'Leave her alone! For fucks sake, she's part of YOU!' the strap holds him back from grabbing the smirking woman by the throat.

'Puppy does not learn!' She retorts, whipping a leash at Jayce's hand and tying it off almost instantly; his arm pulled to behind his back. The Mistress smiles. Another strap flies from the darkness to pull his other arm back, then a leg, and soon all four limbs are restrained, with Jayce suspended mid air; leather straps digging into his skin as he struggles fruitlessly. The mistress observes his still rock-hard cock, and draws an all-too-familiar cat o' nine tails over it. 'Puppy needs to be re-taught...'

The feel of leather against skin is replaced once more by fur, but this time Jayce is ready for the intrusion and braces himself as the butt plug is firmly inserted; the concoction given to him by Kat possibly helping. He grimaces from the stretching regardless, until the object sits within him, his new 'tail' wagging to and fro uncontrollably. Nikki looks on in awe from a few meters away, the magical motion of the tail catching her full attention; which is now catching the Mistresses attention.

'I treat you nicely,' the ebony-clothed woman's derisory voice chills Jayce as she circles him to face his prior lover. 'I keep you away from all this...' An accusatory finger is thrust in Jayce's direction 'but you just go to it anyway.' Nikki looks to the ground in shame, her kneeling form slumped from the talking to. 'I didn't need to catch you two fucking, I can SMELL you on him.' She grabs Jayce's cock, pulling his suspended form closer to the cowering blonde. 'Smell it!'

'Leave her alone, Bitch!' Shouts Jayce to the enraged woman, her grip on his member tightening.

'This puppy needs to learn when to be quiet.' The Mistress looks at Jayce's collar with head-tilting curiosity and smiles. The leather twists and winds around the mans neck, up across his cheeks and into his mouth; a ball forming between his lips as he tries in vain to shake it out. The ball gag is the first part to form, but not the last as leather continues to slide across his face, twisting and turning until a full thirty seconds later a leather dog mask is all that is left above the collar; muffled insults audible only as growls and mumbles. 'Better.'




mindsc@pe Ch. 09



Chapter 9
Three's A Crowd

Jayce returns to reality quick enough to catch the slumping body of Monique. With a grunt and a few choice words he gently drags the woman to the stack of popcorn bags, unclipping her two-way as he lays her down. 'Candy to management, we have a problem.' He blurts into the device, mind still reeling.

'Whats the problem?' Comes the response. A frustrated Jayce smacks himself in the head with the Walkie-talkie.

'Back of house, now.'

A brief pause hangs in the air as Megan pokes her head round the corner to the staff room, her worried face peering out from behind a few bangs of errant dark hair. 'Shit!' She exclaims before coming out to help Jayce. Her shapely figure hidden for the most part behind the standard uniform of black-shirt-and-pants, Megan strides over; black work shoes blurring across the floor. 'What happened?' She puts her hand on his as the world goes dark.

Jayce and Megan stand in a field, flowers blossoming on the ground and - oddly - the smell of cake icing in the air. The man firmly takes her hand, and says with a serious look across his face just one word 'No.'

The world goes dark, large stone columns enclose the two as fires burst to existence from torches on the walls.. However a third person has joined them. The two look to the scantily clad dominatrix. She opens her mouth to speak but is beaten to it; a blur of movement coupled with a loud *smack* the only immediate evidence of Jayce's forced hand. 'NO!'

The two figures stand on nothing in a universe made entirely of white light. Megan turns to Jayce about to say something, but Jayce is already muttering 'No, no, no, no, NO!'

Jayce and Megan are back in the Cinema, their boss laying on the popcorn sacks unconscious once again as he brushes her hand off his. She looks up at him in puzzlement. 'Later...' He says as the two-way crackles back to life.

'Tell me what the problem is.'

'Aaagh!' Jayce gnashes in anger before depressing the talk button. 'Get out here and look! Describing it will not be good for staff or customers to hear!' His fist tightens significantly, his already white knuckles turning a bluish pink.

'Give me a minute'

'NOW!' The two-way wasn't transmitting, but the ferocity behind the word was enough to tear through the building, causing a moment's silence in the peak-hour cinema traffic.

The office door is flung open as Bethanie storms out. Unlike Monique who is average in height, slender for the most part and dresses very smartly, Bethanie stands slightly taller than the 6'5" Jayce, with broad shoulders supporting a very voluptuous figure. A swimming star in high school, when hormones set in and she was no longer able to compete at the same standard, she devoted her time to artistic pursuits; taking up painting and film, where she sidled into her current job as Duty Manager. Her dark brown hair offsets the healthily-tanned skin nicely, a pair of deep chocolate eyes glaring back through a pair of half-moon glasses.

The glasses - and for that matter the rest of her outfit - were more for fashion's sake than her own, as she carries contacts with her anyway but finds them too fiddly to bother with on a daily basis. Instead, Bethanie prefers a more dated look; brown slacks and leather boots beneath a tan almost-under-bust waistcoat and well tailored white shirt, unbuttoned low enough to let the imagination wander without actually seeing anything untoward.

Beth's glare turns to shock as the image of an unconscious Monique registers in her mind. 'What happened? Have you called an ambulance?' Barks the woman as she rushes to her boss' side.

'Called you first; and she just fainted.' He was lying through his teeth, but what else could he say at this point?

'Megan, ambulance.' She points to the still stunned girl. 'Now!' She reiterates as the black uniformed blur disappears into the staff room.

'Jayce, from the top.' If there was one thing you could say about Beth, it was she was exceptionally good in a crisis.

'I went to get a drink from the fridge, closed the door to keep cool, I heard her shouting over the two-way, she walked in and... Floomph.'

'Floomph?'

'She's okay, I felt her pulse when I put her down. She just fainted.' Bethanie raises an eyebrow as she stares into Jayce's soul. 'Stress?' He shrugs.

'Get back to work, I'll call you if we need you.' She orders, Jayce taking one last look at the unconscious form of his boss before returning to the front of the Candy Bar, sighing when he picks up the first docket for coffee; one half-strength, extra hot, long, soy Macchiato with lots of froth, a dash of chocolate and four artificial sweeteners.

***

'Let me get this straight-' Dr Theloneus rests her pen on the desk, looking up from her scribblings with a look of horror and disbelief across her face. 'Inside your head you have the mental projection of your boss as a dominatrix running around causing mayhem?'

'No...' Jayce groans, head buried in hands. He sits back in his chair, knuckles cracking as he calms himself. 'Not a projection, it's part of HER; the dominant part specifically.'

'And that's why we're not "going in" today?'

'I don't think it's safe.' He replies, matter-of-factly. 'She was a handful before, but now that I've done the psychological equivalent of prodding her with a red-hot-poker, I'm not sure what will happen.'

'But it's your mind, you can control what happens. In her mind she's in control, but not in yours.' Bronwyn was less reminding Jayce of what he'd said last time, but more trying to assert knowledge of his dominance over the supposed intruder.

'Yeah, well you're not the one who hasn't slept in three days because he's scared of getting whipped into next month...'

'She can't be that bad.' The words were no sooner out of her mouth than she realised they would've been better off unsaid.

Jayce looks at her with a steely gaze. 'Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you.' He holds his hand out, palm up. Bronwyn takes it cautiously as the world falls into darkness.

The two figures stand outside the Cinema from where they left off last time. The outside shell the same apparent shape as before. But the glass doors reveal naught but black inside. Jayce stands arms crossed next to the redheaded Doctor, staring at the building in front of them with an unimpressed look painted across his face. 'She's taken over the place.'

Bronwyn walks over to the doorway and tries to peer inside. 'So in there is what exactly?

'A pissed off Dominatrix and a lot of BDSM stuff.' Jayce steps over, mirroring Bronwyn's pose; although he knows no matter how hard he looks, nothing will be seen beyond the black. He pulls back from the door, fumbling through his pockets as Bronwyn turns to look, puzzled. The man grins, victorious 'Found it!'

The doctor stares at the item held aloft; a ring of pure blue stone, carved into an elaborate Celtic knot. 'And what does that represent?' Bronwyn shifts the glasses up her nose as she leans in to study the piece of jewellery.

'Represent?' Jayce tilts his head in thought 'Technically nothing, at the moment.' He rolls it over in his hand before holding it out for Bronwyn to take. She hesitantly picks it up. 'Monique ran straight in here after her arrival, so I doubt she knows anything about my mind. So, you're going to pretend to be my conscience.' Jayce grins at the concerned lady. 'Put that on and she will basically ignore you.'

Bronwyn sighs, shrugging. 'If you're sure it'll work.' She slides the ring on her middle finger; a bright flash lighting the front of the cinema briefly. As Jayce's eyes recover, the Doctor's form has been replaced by a floating blue sphere about the size of a golfball. It darts left and right. 'This is wierd.' Her voice remains unchanged by the transformation, albeit a little shaky. After a minute of flying up and down, back and forth and sideways, she eventually gives the go ahead 'Your mind, you're first.'

Jayce grins nervously as he opens the door, a warm breeze flowing from inside with the tang of smoke and sex on it flows past the two; Bronwyn struggling with the current before moving close enough to hide behind his shoulder. 'One thing...' He says, stepping inside.

'Yeah?'

'If you say "Hey Listen" I may have to swat you.'

'What?'

Jayce sighs, 'Never Mind' with light steps and a purposeful stride, Jayce moves into the darkness. As the door clicks shut the two find themselves in a medieval version of the cinema lobby; all too familiar a sight for Jayce, but shockingly new to Bronwyn.

'I see what you mean.' The ball whispers, buzzing up to check over the torches, ticket box sign and other assorted features as Jayce makes his way to the centre of the room. 'And it's like this in her mind too?' Bronwyn returns to eye level as Jayce peers into Candy bar.

'Yep.' He listens for movement, before turning towards the cinemas. 'Problem is, I kinda made a lie when I was in her mind, and now she's created a labyrinth of rooms beneath this place.' There's no physical change to the floating blue orb, but Jayce can tell the woman is cocking an eyebrow. 'Don't look at me like that, I had to.' He waves a hand above his head 'Later... For now, we have a Dominatrix to wrangle.'

The orb leaps over Jayce, stopping right in front of his face 'And how do you plan on doing that?'

'I was hoping to talk her into behaving.' He realises the stupidity of his words with a palm to the face. 'She may be a Domme but as long as she gets what she wants, maybe she'll go back without a fight?' He steps around the faerie-like orb, continuing up the ramp to the cinemas. Stopping short of the top to whip around and confront his faux conscience. 'So if things get... interesting... to keep things professional, you may want to wait outside. Or something.'

'I think that's a good idea,' the orb replies slowly 'just give me a bit of notice.'

'You won't get much.' He answers honestly, motioning for her to follow as he half strides, half sneaks toward a large number 4. Gently opening the door he slides in first, holding it ajar enough for the Doctor to quickly buzz in. 'I needed to get the other two of Monique's aspects alone, I was hoping a Majority vote might get me out unscathed.' Jayce descends the stairs, the secret passage open at the bottom. 'I was wrong.'

The man waves Bronwyn in as he makes his way down the dark passage. Several steps of darkness and eventually the two come out into the first room, the sliding door open on the other side. 'I hate to go all cliche, but this really is too easy...'

The Ball bobs in frustration 'Did you really have to say that? Are you going to recommend we "split up" next?' Bronwyn clears her throat, avoiding giving an apology out of professionality, but only just.

'Hey, you're the slightly nerdy hot chick, you've got nothing to worry about; they always survive.' His wry smile visible for the briefest moment before he cautiously steps into the round room. The four doors have been changed to two. The first in the same place as The Mistresses was in Monique's mind. The second where Jayce's door was. Deep scratches and large sections of splintered wood mark the outside of the door, but it seems as though no force upon it would allow it to open. 'She really must want out.' He sighs, taking in the full measure of what the aspect must have tried to get through that portal.

'I take it that's the exit?' Bronwyn asks, cautiously curious.

'Yes and no.' Jayce takes a heavy breath. 'In her mind there were four doors; one for each of her aspects, and one that led to my mind. And before you give me that look, this door doesn't lead to your mind - I don't have a door to your mind - but I don't technically know what it "does" lead to...' He made the finger quotes and immediately regretted doing so. 'Gotta stop doing that...' He mumbles before returning to his point. 'Maybe if she's willing to let me go to her house, I can put her back in her own mind and be done with it.'

'Do you think she'll listen?'

Jayce's part fearful, part jovial expression changes to dire seriousness. 'She'll have to.' Pushing open the door to the Mistresses quarters, the two are greeted with another long stone hallway lit with torches and glowing floor grates. He takes a deep breath and enters, the blue orb in hot pursuit. The hallway takes a sharp right and another sharp left, the occasional iron-braced oak door adorning the walls.

'How do you know she's not in any of those?' Bronwyn queries, bobbing just behind the mans shoulder once more.

'If she's this far down and waiting, I know exactly where she'll be.'

'Jayce, listen-'

'Oi!' Jayce spins around on the spot. 'Remember my rule?'

'Yes, but just listen; dominant personalities cooperate more when they believe themselves to be in control. Let Monique feel like she controls the conversation and make her think getting out is her idea, not yours.' The ball bobs in near silence, the ever present buzzing the only sound other than the crackling of torch flame echoing through the hallway.

Jayce thinks, sighing as he regretfully comes to his decision. 'You might not want to watch this bit...' He mutters, waiting for Bronwyn to leave.

She doesn't. 'I'm an impartial observer. And you may need help.'

'Don't say you weren't warned.' He utters as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly removing it as the blue orb continues to hover. He grasps the leather belt 'Last chance...' No words or movement from the ball '...Righty then.' He pulls the belt off and tosses it to the floor on top of the shirt. One button and a zip later, and Jayce was now standing in tight black latex hot pants. Removing the work pants reveals his shoes transformed into leather paws, as he reaches into the clothes pile to retrieve a collar and gloves.

Wrapping the collar around his neck, the leather slides up is face; twisting and contorting into a somewhat convincing Labrador mask. He slips the gloves on and they too shift and change, tucking his knuckles in to form crude paws. Jayce turns to the Psychologist masquerading as his conscience. 'She calls me her "Puppy"...' The jaw moves independently from the head, leather jowls flapping around to form the basics of mouth movement. They open again prepared to say something, but close instead; Jayce's head shaking the unspoken words from his mind.

'Onwards...' He mumbles, as he approaches the large door at the end of the hallway. He places his hand on the wrought iron handle before noticing the smaller hinged flap beneath. 'Really?' He whispers to himself as he gets on all floors and crawls through the doggy door.

'Well this is a surprise...' Comes the booming voice of Monique from the darkness. A spotlight shining from nowhere to light the room-side of the door. Jayce slides the rest of his body through, remaining on all fours as Bronwyn buzzes in before the flap closes. 'And he brought a toy too.' Flames erupt from the torches lining the room as the spotlight fades.

The room is reasonably large, with vaulted ceilings over twenty feet high; stonework from base to tip. It's rounded, with eight support columns running up the walls at even intervals, each one ten feet or so apart and supporting a flaming torch at head height. Between each column adorning the walls are a series of cast iron eyelets and chains, some with manacles, others with leather straps, but all for the purpose of restraint. The floor seems relatively devoid of anything interesting, the occasional sex toy laying dormant on the oddly warm stone ground.

Of all the things in the room that would catch ones eye, it's the chair on which Monique sits cross legged that draws the Ball and Puppy's attention. A large dark gold throne sits in the middle of the room atop a circular stone dais. It's thick legs and winding frame something Geiger would have probably thought up in his raunchiest dreams. Deep burgundy velvet sweeps up the seat - wide enough for two people to sit - continuing nearly eight feet to the very top of the throne's back. Beneath each armrest along the sides are lines of whips, feathers, chains and other ominous and curious devices and objects.

Monique sits diagonally in the chair, one leg raised to place a booted heel on the armrest while she leans against the other. Her hair done up as before; a leather skull cap with cat ears atop a tightly tied back bun. 'I didn't expect you to come down here to me so soon.' She gloats, her fingernails running down her toned leg 'and especially not like this.' She motions to Jayce, his puppy mask panting as he crawls over on all fours. 'Good puppy.'

Jayce stops at the edge of the dais, assuming the need for permission. He sits, legs either side with hands planted between them, looking up at her 'Wuff?' Jayce queries, his tone doing all the talking for him; jowls swinging to and fro so realistically that in the dark light, one may indeed be fooled.

'Yes, my pet. Come here.' She clicks her fingers near the side of the throne. Jayce obliges without hesitation, padding up to Monique with speed in his step. He sits again, this time at her side; looking up to the Mistress with pleading eyes.

'Wuff.' He barks gently.

'Yes?'

'Wuff Wuff...' He replies, nosing her hand.

'Does puppy wish to speak?' The masks mouth opens and a leather tongue rolls out, hanging over one side before licking the palm of the woman's hand. 'Okay, but just this once.'

'Play.' Jayce blurts, in his best cartoon dog voice. He can sense the buzzing orb across the room mentally facepalm as he does so. 'Play.'

'You want to play do you?' She grins, lifting an all too familiar whip from the side of the armchair, it's business end once again forming into a tail. 'I'm sure I can find time to play with my puppy's balls...'

'Mis-tress, Kat, Nikki, Puppy. Play?' Monique pauses at those words, her grin faltering for just a moment. She looks at the puppy mask with suspicion, then over to the ball. She tries staring at the glowing blue orb for a few seconds before Jayce chimes in. 'Conscience...' He growls disappointedly, hoping not to expose his psych to this potentially volatile situation.

'Conscience?' The Mistress asks, her raised leg shifted to the floor as her posture changes, the sweet smell of a hungry pussy mere inches from Jayce's nose. Thinking she may stand and inspect Bronwyn closer, Jayce made his move; using this new mask's flexibility, the leather tongue shoots out to lap at Monique's honeypot. His face is smacked away immediately, though it appears the act payed off 'No!' She shouts at the man 'Bad puppy!'

Jayce whimpers as he sits back down. Realising the whip is still in her hand, he turns about, raising his latex-covered rump to her; a small pull-ring appearing at the top of the scant covering. With one quick motion Monique rips the pants off, the pull ring splitting the clothing in such a way that the whole thing comes off in one piece. His puckering arse now pointed directly at the woman, she licks the whip's handle, thrusting it into his arse. Jayce is ready this time and accepts the butt plug more readily. The tail lays limp for a moment before it starts to wag.

'Much better.' Monique sighs, sitting back down. Splaying her legs, she motions to her pussy 'Would puppy like a treat?' Jayce turns back round, the scolded look on the mask replaced by hopeful happiness. 'Up!' She commands, slapping her thighs. Jayce needs no further instructions, placing one large paw on each of the woman's legs; he pulls himself up to her crotch. With a deep breath the man flicks the leather tongue out to lap at her juicy pussy.

'I forgot... how much... Puppy... likes pussy...' She utters, breath lost from the entirely new sensation flooding up her love tunnel and into the core of her being. The leather flap was reaching further and further into Monique with every lick, driving her closer and closer to thoughts shared by the happily occupied Jayce.




mindsc@pe Ch. 10



Chapter 10

A Pleasant Misunderstanding

Jayce pours the kernels into the kettle, the smell of buttered popcorn filling the air as he presses a button to start the cycle; oily butter cascading through a metal pipe into the top of the machine to lubricate the heated plate and corn at the bottom. He closes the lid with a satisfying clang, turning around to see a general lack of anything interesting in the cinema foyer.

Today was the man's least favourite shift; no Mia to keep him company, and the whole day spent shuffling around the candy bar making popcorn for the night shift. He looks up at the clock on the register. 

*10:19* 

He was sure it said 10:19 ten minutes prior, flicking the touch sensitive plastic screen to make sure. Jayce sighs; no change. He grabs a paper towel and begins to wipe down the surfaces for what seems like the billionth time this morning. Turning around he comes eye to eye with an arms-crossed Megan. Her work uniform revealing that while there was certainly a woman underneath, the essence of a tomboy lurked within; slack black pants and a black button up shirt untucked sit below the steely gaze of the woman, eyebrow raised as she stares intently.

'Something wierd happened yesterday.' She states, gaze uninterrupted. 'What was it?' Megan was now tapping her foot in frustration. 

Jayce looks her up and down 'You know people only tap their foot in the movies right?' He says wryly, trying to push past her. But the voluptuous woman doesn't budge. 'C'mon... Not now, I have a headache.'

'You'll have a bigger one if you don't tell me what happened.' Her eyes change somewhat, glazing over with the look of someone trying desperately hard to piece together a long forgotten memory. 'We were here, then we were somewhere else, then somewhere again. And why was Monique-'

'Okay, okay!' Jayce shouts, arms up in surrender. 'No need to relive that one, alright?' He says, sighing. He glances about. The popcorn timer counting down from ten minutes is barely at the halfway mark, the foyer is empty of customers and management are having a meeting. 'No time like the present,' he says, offering his free hand to the woman 'Grab ahold and think of England.'

'Isn't it "Lay Back"?' She says, reaching out to grab his hand. Jayce just grins mischievously as the world spins into darkness.

Blinking awake, Megan finds herself in a field, on her back, staring up at a blue sky filled with nice puffy clouds. Jayce is laying next to her. The air is sweet and the wind warm. Sitting up, she looks around; grass extending nearly a hundred feet in all directions until meeting the edge of a forest on three sides, and what appears to be an unusually blue stream before an idyllic snow-topped mountain. Megan's head whips from side to side in disbelief as Jayce sits, propping himself up lazily on his elbows.

'Pretty groovy, huh?' He gazes into Megan's eyes, a mischievous smile crosses his face, preceding the next question with such force, Megan beat him to it.

'How, then?'

Jayce's grin remains, though he turns his attention to the world around them. 'Remember when I got shot? Wait, you weren't on...' He muses for a moment before continuing '-never mind. That shot to the head crossed some wires somewhere and jump-started my brain.' He raps his head with a knuckle, the *thunk-thunk* just audible over the breeze. 'I could either bring you to my mind, or take a trip to yours. I still haven't figured out exactly-'

'We're in my mind?' Megan interrupts, a stern expression crossing her face.

'Yes?' Jayce replies, his voice trailing up at the end; now worried about the ramifications of such an act.

'Without asking me first?'

Jayce thinks hard about the appropriate answer. Nothing better comes to mind, so he simply utters 'Yes?'

Megan's fist flies fast and true, collecting Jayce's shoulder with an almighty *THUMP*! He's flung across the field and impacts one of the pine trees... upside down. Megan's hands fly to her mouth in shock as she hurries over to him. 'Sorrysorrysorrysorry....'

Jayce pulls himself up off the ground, dusting himself off as he cracks joints. 'Dont worry, I'm okay.' He says, straightening his clothes. 'I didn't get a chance to go over the ground rules.'

'Rules?'

'More like guidelines...' The man replies, hand on her shoulder as he leads Megan over to the stream. 'You see, we're in your mind so you pick and choose the setting. You effectively make the rules of this world; gravity, consistency of matter, how fire works, it's all alterable by yourself.' Jayce reaches into the water, scooping up what should have been liquid, but instead appears as-

'Jelly?' She stares in amazement.

'Jelly, Jell-o, whatever you call it, it ain't water. But that's fine, this place isn't real. The mountain could be made of fudge, the trees marzipan. I thought I smelled cake anyway.' Jayce spins around arms outstretched. 'Isn't it amazing?'

'But...' Megan begins, still lost for words.

Jayce walks up close to her, a hand on each shoulder. 'There is only one real rule; no matter what we do, no matter what happens, we cannot die. We can barely even hurt each other. If you want to feel pain, you'll feel pain. If you want to breathe, you'll breathe. Think it and it will happen. But death,' Jayce moves his head closer to hers, his eyes focused intently on Megan's '-death cannot happen. Neither can permanent injury or pregnancy.' He adds speedily under his breath.

Megan's ears prick up at that last comment. 'Pregnancy?' She asks, wry smile cracked.

'Lets just say that some people have used this place - well, their own place - to relieve tension. And, well... yeah.' Jayce's vagueness speaks volumes, as he scratches the back of his neck with his best "innocent" smile.

'So that's why Monique was wearing... That!' Megan blurts out.

'Nope, that's all her.' Jayce, surprised, slaps a hand across his mouth. 'Forget I said that.'

Megan stares in disbelief, so very close to hysterical laughter. 'You two?' Jayce nods sheepishly 'In her...?' He nods again, shrugging 'You sly bastard!' She thumps him on the shoulder again, this time without the Dragonball-style acrobatics on his part.

'It started as a mistake, and... Well...' He runs nervous fingers through the hair at the back of his head, shrugging '...it still kinda is. A mistake that is. Though she instigated it last time.'

Megan thinks a moment, staring off at the scenery while she takes it all in. 'Wait, if we're here, then...'

It was Jayce's turn to beat Megan to the punch 'About one second out there is one hour in here; when we snap back to reality - depending on how long we stay here - virtually nothing will have happened. We should even beat this cycle of popcorn.' He says with a grin and raised eyebrows.

'And what exactly should we do in the meantime?' Megan says, hands placed sultrily akimbo upon her hips. The ground behind her breaks open, the grass and dirt appearing as though part of a cake as a huge chocolate log pushes it's way diagonally out of the ground, more silent than it had any right to be. Megan doesn't seem to notice. 'I suppose you've got a plan?'

The log is joined by a second now, jutting out at an opposing angle to cross paths; melting at the centre as the two fuse together in one huge X. A vine bursts from the ground, seemingly made of raspberry liquorice. It winds its way slowly up the huge chocolate cross until two ends rest near each of the upper chocolate arms.

'Are you sure you don't have a plan already?' Jayce asks, pointing to the new construction. Megan gives him a curious eye before turning. The moment she spots the chocolate cross the raspberry straps shoot out to her surprised wrists, wrapping them tightly; dragging them to the chocolate bars. Once her hands make contact, the chocolate shifts again, melting and resetting to allow thick brown bands to cross over her wrists in place of the straps; holding her tightly in place. The red straps shifting down her arms and body, splitting her clothing's seams as they descend until all that remains is a lacy black bra with matching garter, panties and stockings. The now calmer liquorice dropping to the ground, shifting it's form one last time to form a thick rod with frayed strands sprouting from one end.

Megan faces the chocolate cross, her breasts squashed somewhat by the unfortunate position just above the top of the intersection. 'What did you do?!' Demands the woman, trying to wriggle out of her current pose. 'What... Ugh!' Words fail to form as she focuses on removing herself from the chocolate bindings.

'Don't look at me.' Jayce shrugs out of sight, slowly stepping forward to retrieve the recently formed flogger. 'Your mind, your rules.' He walks around to the other side of the voluptuous lady, her current attire accentuating the wondrous curves. 'It's only chocolate, you could break out of it if you wanted to.' Thoughts race through the man's head, some latching on to his consciousness to mischievously turn the corners of his mouth up.

'What...?' Megan asks, her tone more of protest than query, as Jayce once again moves around behind her. 'I know that look...'

'You know,' the man is out of sight again, hovering in Megan's blind spot as his voice fills the sweet air, like syrup. 'As a supervisor, sometimes I have to talk to management about staff.'

'And?'

'AND, sometimes your name comes up.' He emphasises, the soft voice raised just enough to send a shiver up the woman's spine. 'Monique thinks your dislike of authority makes the company look bad.'

'Since when have I-'

'Last Tuesday,' Jayce interrupts 'when you were asked to make more choc tops, you instead just repeated everything the duty manager said.'

'So that was just the one-'

'The Thursday before that,' Jayce continues 'you told me to "get my own damn popcorn" in front of no less than a dozen customers.' He nearly shouts that last sentence, the sensation of power growing within him.

'It was busy, and-'

The sound that echoed through the clearing seemed to freeze time; the smack of the rubber-like liquorice on skin not particularly loud, but coming as a shock to both figures standing there. Jayce looked down at the candy flogger gripped tight in his hand, then up to the faint red lines across Megan's shoulder. Neither party wished the other to know, but it felt good.

'I was speaking.' Jayce said, using the pause to take a deep breath before continuing. 'You may have started at the Cinema before me,' Jayce begins to lightly flick the liquorice against the same spot he struck moments earlier, to the whimpered sigh of Megan's secret approval 'But I am your superior and you will respect that.' The flicking gets harder and faster for a moment, but returns to its earlier pace after Jayce notices Megan's body tensing up.

'Will you...' The woman tries to demand between heavy panting 'stop that... Please?' The red lines on her back becoming more prominent now, though most likely from the redness of the straps than the force of the strikes.

'If you really wanted me to stop, then I would have no choice but to.' Jayce says, one flick within that sentence much harder than the rest. 'But for now, I need to punish you for being such a brat.'

'Punish me all you want, it won't change my-' the flogger comes down hard across her shoulder blade, the build up of sensation from the light flicks both hindering the pain and enhancing the stimulation as she cries out 'm-AAAaagh!'

Jayce chuckles at the naïveté of Megan's comment. 'My dear, who said anything about changing your mind?' The liquorice changes target now, lightly flicking against Megan's other shoulder while Jayce uses his spare hand to draw light circles on the red crosshatch pattern now left on Megan's skin. She sighs deeply, her protesting tone slowly turning to lust with each flick of the candy whip. 'I just want to teach you a lesson.'

The flogger smacks down on Megan's shoulder, a whimpered moan escaping her lips as Jayce lightly kisses the reddening skin. Sooner than the previous shoulder, Jayce moves the raspberry straps away, the trapped woman's sigh a mixture of relief and disappointment; a tone soon changed as the confectionary lands upon her untouched arse with a light *thwap*. He spins the flogger, *thwap thwap thwap* it impacts Megan's skin lightly; kissing the flesh with it's scarlet straps.

Jayce was expecting the woman to continue her protest, but was surprised when she uttered under her breath 'harder...'. Not one to disappoint, Jayce adds more force behind each stroke of the flogger, a lust-filled moan drawn from Megan's lips as her arse cheeks become scattered with red lines.

*SMACK* the flogger cracks against Megan's skin with a great deal of force. 'Fuck!'

Her voice rings out across the field, echoing off the trees to come back and slam into the two figures; Jayce pausing to regain his balance as he hears a subtle cracking from the chocolate beams supporting Megan. Given the choice of continuing lightly or go harder and risking the restraints breaking, he makes an executive decision. *SMACK thwap thwap thwap SMACK*

The flogging was coming hard and fast by now, Megan breathing heavily as the sensations begin to override her mind. Each strap of Raspberry Liquorice leaving it's mark against the woman over and over again. Jayce has changed tack now, with one stroke striking the left cheek, and the next striking the right. Megan moans through the transition, whimpered words unintelligible save for the tone; urging Jayce onwards.

*SMACKSMACK* one cheek after the other the flogger comes crashing down, stoking the fires of lust within Megan to breaking point. A crack shoots through the chocolate restraints, Jayce realising he only has one good strike left before the whole thing comes crashing down. He also notices the ground underneath has become less firm, though such a thought is quickly pushed far back in his mind in place of more pressing matters. Jayce's mouth curls into a wicked smile as a devilish plan assaults his brain. He moves up close to Megan, his still clothed body pressing against her near naked one as his cock strains against its fabric prison.

'I am going to fuck you Megan.' Beige whispers in the woman's ear, a shudder of anticipation running down her body. 'I am going to fuck you hard and you're going to like it.' He slides a hand down Megan's marked shoulder, a gasp assuring the man his touch was received well. Fingers dance and play down her back before sliding across her arse, another gasp from the contact of his warm hand on her reddened rump. 'You're going to take all I can give you and then...' He curls a finger around the back of her black lace panties as he readies the flogger in his other hand '-only then, will I let you cum.'

Jayce pulls back quickly, the sound of tearing fabric as his finger removes the panties from their owner muffled almost instantly by the floggers impact across one cheek and onto the other *SMAK-ACK* Megan screams lustfully as the sound waves bounce around the clearing almost visibly. They slam back into the couple with such force as to knock Jayce off his feet and onto his arse, while shattering the candy crossbars; the chocolate turning molten mid-air as Megan falls backwards, her head landing between Jayce's knees as melted chocolate lands splattered across her form.

Jayce notices the ground first, scooping up the earth in his hand with as much ease as one would scooping their hand through 'Cake?' He palms the soft, warm stuff in his hand, lifting it to his mouth carefully. Sure enough, the velvety taste of chocolate mudcake floods across the man's tongue. The grass appears edible as well, the stones merely the candy-coated chocolate rocks remembered from his childhood. What Wonka-esque world has he slipped into; Jayce ponders to himself as he kneels over the semi-orgasmic woman. The ground bursts with more raspberry liquorice vines, this time working their way through the man's clothing; inching across his thighs, up his back and down his arms.

Flexing, the vines tear through the material, the shreds falling off Jayce's body with ease leaving his erect member bobbing in the warm breeze just above Megan's lips. The woman wastes no time showing him how she feels, leaning upwards to lick his balls, her tongue then tracing up the shaft to the tip. Her hands reach out around Jayce's hips, dragging him forward with such little pressure before the man got the hint. Repositioning himself, Jayce leans down, getting onto all fours straddling the woman's face as his knees press softly into the cake-like earth. Her tongue dances across the tip of his cock as he takes ahold of the whip, a lustful moan escaping his lips as he grabs the scarlet implement.

Megan's skill with her tongue drives Jayce close to the edge as she works the tip and shaft with precision. That is until at just the right moment - when she has lapped the flat of her tongue against the tip - Jayce thrusts, burying his tool deep in Megan's waiting throat. At the same time he grabs the handle of the candy flogger and rams it gingerly into the woman's tight but exceptionally wet passage.

A shriek of surprise and pain turns quickly into moans of ecstasy as Jayce fucks the self-lubed pussy hard and fast; the ribs along the liquorice handle drawing the sex-crazed beast out of her prison. Megan sucks passionately at Jayce's throbbing cock, the vacuum-like grip making it harder and harder for the man to withdraw but much easier to thrust. It had been over a minute without the woman taking a breath from the pounding, so with a cheeky grin across his face he pulls back as far as possible, before slamming his cock balls-deep within Megan's mouth.

Megan's response to this is unexpected, yet not unpleasant; taking every inch of the turgid member, still pressing and grinding her tongue against the shaft as she pretends to swallow; strong muscles undulating across the entire length of the oral intruder, sliding it ever so slightly deeper as warm hands encircle Jayce's legs to fondle his balls.

Jayce feels himself sliding over the edge, it's too late to pull back now. With a passionate grunt he looses his seed into Megan's throat, her body reflexively swallowing the fluid as she moans into the cock; squeezing his balls lightly, encouraging them to empty every last drop. But Jayce isn't done yet. Delivering one last jet of cum into the voluptuous woman's belly he pulls out, strands of his seed extending from her lips as he pulls away, breaking to fall across her chin and neck.

Jayce swivels around to face Megan, his hand still slowly pumping the candy flogger's phallic handle deep inside her soaked pussy as the man's cock lines up to the same hole. But Jayce's devious idea is halted when Megan sighs 'No, it'll be too big'.

'What'll be too-' The man began, interrupted by the red liquorice tool writhing it's way from his grip to leap upon the twitching erection. Tendrils wrap octopus-like around the shaft, writhing and weaving across the skin until finally the candy-enhanced member stands stiff and proud; ten inches long and nearly three inches wide, Jayce tries to wrap his hand around it and fails. The liquorice responds to his touch however, and with Megan's juices as lubricant the sensation of it tightening and moving against his skin makes him wonder how long he will last.

The transformation over, Megan lifts her head up to gaze at the reason for Jayce's halted sentence and the quick removal of the flogger from her pussy. Staring a-gasp at the eerily throbbing tool she tries to object, but the words don't make it out. The man takes this pause and turns it to his advantage, looking from the throbbing cock to her waiting pussy, Jayce slowly turns his gaze to Megan's eyes. No words were spoken, the look in his eyes and the curled grin on his face were enough to impart his intentions to the reclining woman.




mindsc@pe Ch. 10



Planting a hand either side of Megan's bust, Jayce slams the full length of his altered member deep within Megan's pussy; the head pushing straight through her cervix into the tight, warm womb. The two figures lay there frozen as a tear runs down Megan's cheek; the silent scream locked on her face as she loses her breath. A moment more and her mouth closes, eyes shut as more tears streak down the blushing woman's face. An icing covered hand flies from seemingly nowhere to slap the man's face, before grabbing his hair and pulling him down into a passionate and particularly bitey kiss.

Jayce matches the sex-fuelled ferocity of the embrace as the two kiss and moan their way through several more minutes of lip-biting, tongue sucking and the occasional clanked-teeth. Pulling back from the passionate kiss, Jayce looks down at the Megan below him; her eyes are different, far more full of life; her cheeks are colourful and her skin seemingly glows. Perhaps it's just a trick of the mind, he decides as her hand slides down her belly to their joined flesh, running a fingernail across the base of the mans cock to tease him to action. No more encouragement was required as Jayce gingerly pulls the entire length of his altered cock out before plunging it once more into the now-gaping hole.

'Fuck!' She screams as his tool once again buries itself in her womb. Megan's fingers grasp at the cake-like soil, icing and candy grass squeezing through her fingers as she tries to focus her mind on the pleasure at hand. He withdraws quickly, but before he can plunge back in Jayce hears a faint moan from the woman 'Harder...'

Not one to disappoint, Jayce thrusts again, his balls smacking against Megan's arse as the liquorice tendrils tighten and writhe around the shaft. He can feel them with each pulse of his heartbeat as they extend so very slowly towards his scrotum. With every pounding thrust the flogger wraps itself across more and more of Jayce's genitals until eventually it has covered his balls entirely, manipulating and kneading them constantly. But the tendrils do not rest. Megan's grin turns from pleasure to mischief as the strands seek out the man's arse. But Jayce does not flinch.

Megan's pussy is stretched wider with every thrust until finally her body can take the pleasure of each rib and bump of the candy-coated cock with little to no pain. Her arms reach up to the dedicated lover above her, grasping his shoulders and pulling him down into a kiss. But Jayce has his own plans. With the liquorice now pressing firmly against his prostate, he is ready to explode. Sliding his arms under hers Jayce reaches from behind to grab her shoulders, pushing himself into her harder than before. He lands a kiss on her neck, lost among the sensations as Megan's body edges closer to orgasm.

The liquorice presses harder now, urging the man to cum at it's master's behest. Jayce can no longer hold back as a guttural growl grows at the back of his throat. Three more huge thrusts slap against her as Megan falls over the edge of pleasure, succumbing to a mind shattering orgasm; Jayce's throbbing cock ready to relieve her of her last bit of frustration. Jayce's balls undulate from the liquorice surrounding them, squeezing his cum from them as he slams his cock through Megan's cervix for the last time. A blast of cum splatters against the woman's womb as the two figures wrap their arms around each other, pulling themselves closer; icing covered torsos squishing and sliding as they once more lock lips an a lust-filled kiss.

Jayce's cock squirts again, the liquorice managing to force more cum from his balls than he thought he had. Again, and again he cums, the near-litre of cum slightly inflating his lovers belly as her pussy clamps down around the cock with each throb. But even the dream seems to have its limits, as one more tight hug and the seal is broken, a wave of cum spurting forth to coat the two lovers legs as still more of Jayce's seed is pumped into Megan's needy pussy. 

The woman uses the last of her strength to suddenly push Jayce up off her. Her smile glorious and her face red with pleasure she stares up at him, meeting the mans gaze to say 'Cum on me...' Jayce raises an eyebrow cocking his head ever so slightly to the side in query. But the subtlest of nods from Megan assure him of her request as he cums one more time within her, pulling out in that brief pause to aim at her belly. A jet of pearly white fluid which takes both lovers by surprise splatters across Megan's belly, coating her abdomen in its stickiness. Another blast, lower this time, traces its way from her gaping pussy to her navel where it instantly forms a tiny warm pool.

Megan reaches out with both hands, running her fingers across the liquorice-trapped balls before firmly grabbing Jayce's shaft, manually pumping the third shot across her belly once more. Both sigh from the release, though for different reasons as Megan coaxes another blast of hot seed across her ample bosom to give her not so much a pearl necklace as what is becoming increasingly a pearl-one-piece-swimsuit. More cum than Jayce has ever seen in his life is now covering this woman beneath him as the liquorice finally begins to pull back. With one last shot of cum across Megan's chin and face, the flogger unwraps itself from Jayce's well-used cock, the woman discarding it as she pulls the man back down onto her. 

Jayce slides across the cum-covered skin of his lover to meet once more in one final kiss, his cock slipping into Megan's gaping hole as she lightly sucks the last drop of cum from the slowly shrinking member. Their hands clutch together as an out of breath Megan says 'Again?' Just in time for the world to fade to white.

*10:19*

Jayce is still facing the popcorn machine as Megan snaps back to reality.

'D-did we...?'

'Yes.' The monotone in Jayce's voice cutting through the repetition of that question.

'And did you...?'

'This must be what The Doctor feels like every time he takes on a new companion.'

'But how...?'

Jayce turns to the puzzled woman, placing a hand on each shoulder. 'Its bigger on the inside. Yes, I know.' Megan surprises both of them by quickly pulling Jayce into a tight hug. Then almost as soon as she had, she realises what she's so uncharacteristically done and pushes him away.

'This changes nothing, you're still a moron.'

'And you're still up yourself,' Jayce retorts, grinning 'but now we have something in common.'

'And what's that?' Megan asks with one eyebrow raised.

'A newfound love for red liquorice.' At that the gently popping corn finally reaches the right temperature and deafeningly cascades from the metal kettle.

*10:20*