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Centuri

By: Dugfunny



"Its not much further." Amber said as she ran past the end of the dirt path. The trees that surrounded them opened up to a hidden farm.

"Where the hell are we?" Danny asked as he looked around. His sister had dragged him off on yet another random adventure. "Whoa, where did this place come from? Who would build a farm all the way the hell out here?"

"I found them last week!" Amber shouted as she ran up to a large green painted barn. Its size was intimidating.

"Found what? These barns?" Danny had to ask. "What were you doing this far in the woods." His older sister worried him with her exploration. He knew so many things could go wrong with her constantly running about all the time; she could get lost in the woods, kidnapped, or worse.

"I met some people here! They're so amazing, you have to meet them!" Amber's excitement was overflowing. She was practically jumping with joy. "Wait here! I don't want you to scare them!"

"Who?" Danny tried to ask, but his sister ran off to a house past the barn. "Damn it!" He figured his sister had probably found some hermits, who wouldn't be too happy to have visitors. Looking around he thought he heard something move inside the barn. For a moment he thought he should wait for his sister, but his curiosity got the best of him and he went back around to the other side of the barn.

A large wooden door hung open with rays of light illuminating the dim barn through cracks in the roof. Stacks of hey were gathered on one side and stalls lined the other. A head was poking out over one of the stalls and looking toward him with a surprised expression. "Oh, I'm sorry." Danny quickly began to back out before he heard an elegant voice call out.

"Wait," her voice was sweet and stopped him in his tracks. "I wont bite." Danny was lured back in by her elegant voice and cute smile. "You must be Amber's brother. I'm Natalie."

"How do you know my sister?" Danny asked as he stepped up to the end stall. There was a single stack of hay so he stood on it to get up to her height. As he rose up to meet her face to face he could see a bull's head poking up from another stall further away.

"She was here some time ago. She's quite a talker." Natalie's smile was hypnotic. She had long bronze brown hair that flowed smoothly down her face. She gently brought her hand up and pushed it from the side of her face and over her ear.

"Yea, that's Amber. I hope she hasn't been bothering you too much." Danny couldn't take his eyes off her. She pulled her self up a little higher and could see her petite frame pull up slightly over the stall wall. The question of what she was standing on only passed through his mind for a moment but was lost in her eyes. Or the brief blink of an eye he took to check out her chest.

"Don't worry, we don't mind visitors and your sister sure knows how to make friends." Natalie said to reassure him, she noticed Danny checking her out so she puffed out her chest a little. Her tight fitting short sleeve shirt didn't leave much to the imagination, but her vest was covering up the goods. With her hands below the wall and out of his sight range, she gently tugged at the sides to allow him a better view.

"I asked her if she knew any boys and she promised to bring you." Her smile grew as his face turned red.

"Uh, so... you don't see a lot of guys around here?" Danny asked nervously. He tried to keep eye contact but was momentarily too embarrassed. His eyes flicked down to her chest again and noticed her vest completely open; breast proudly held in display. 'She's doing that on purpose' he thought to himself. It only made him more nervous. He had never had much luck with girls, and the longer he stood there the more he could feel her hunger.

"Only you." Natalie raised an eyebrow. Danny could barely breath. It was almost too easy. He was such a pathetic little shit but that just guaranteed a catch. His nervousness made her horny as hell and thoughts were already filling her head.

"Damn its hot in here." Natalie said aloud and took her vest off seductively.

"Wow, you're funny." Danny laughed at the obvious gesture. "So are we going to do it in the hay over there." He considered that there was no way this girl was that desperate. She was obviously joking with him, or didn't know the first thing about being subtle.

"Sure, if that's where you want it." Natalie responded with a smirk. Her eyes were dead focused and her mind was made up. This was the first boy she'd seen in a year. He was getting fucked one way or another.

"Ha, okay. I need to go check on my sister." Danny started before Natalie's arms went to her side. His eyes widened and his heart pounded in his chest. She pulled her shirt off and dropped it casually on his side of the wall, fully exposing her breasts.

"That's better." Natalie said with almost a chuckle. "Your sister's probably with one of mine. But she brought you here to entertain me."

Danny's pants tightened and worry shown on his face. "I uh... I really don't know you. Um..."

"Maybe you should take off your cloths too." Natalie said a little impatiently. "So I don't feel so embarrassed."

"Okay." Danny yanked his shirt off as fast as he could and unzipped his pants. He hesitated for a moment, thinking it might be a trick. He half expected his sister to jump out and laugh, but they were the only ones there. Feeling violated, he finished pulling the last of his cloths off and stepped off the hay stack he was standing on. He wasn't ready for this. He wanted it sure, but he didn't know Natalie and this was not the way he wanted to lose his virginity. Another girl's face appeared in his mind; a friend he had had feelings for. He was in love with someone else, a girl named Ashley. He had known her his entire life and always dreamed of her being his first and last.

But that bitch broke his heart when she turned him down and he was about to get laid. Just like that, Danny's mind was in the right place. He wanted to nail Natalie right there in the barn. Who cared if he knew her or not, they both wanted the same thing. 

Danny walked around the stall, cock standing at attention, completely unprepared for what he was about to see. Natalie wasn't standing on hay, she wasn't standing on anything. She was a fucking centaur!

"Holy shit!" Danny jumped back and landed on the stacks of hay behind him.

"Oops, sorry." Natalie had a look of innocence on her face as she gently strode out. "I guess you couldn't see all of me from behind there." Her face had a quirked smile, as if asking him for forgiveness.

His eyes dropped to a long pinkish object hanging below her legs. Natalie's cock flapped from side to side until it stiffened with excitement.

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"Wait," Amber cried. Strapped down into a special chair that inclined her forward. Her legs were spread to two separate bars and the centaur's cock was pushing against her entrance. "I don't think I'm ready."

"You're ready." The centaur had long flowing red hair and the body of a light brown mustang with white blotches. Her cock gently slid, telling the Centaur that the girl had been loosening herself like she was instructed last week. It was still a bit much for her as Amber whined from the internal pressure.

"Damn it wait! I changed my mind!" Amber tried, but it was already too late.

"Don't you want your pony?" Trish mocked as she got as much of her meat into Amber as she could. Which turned out not to be much. The warm Centaur seed lubricated her pussy a little, but Trish already knew she couldn't get much further without killing the poor girl. She was happy enough impregnating the idiot, but was looking forward to a good pounding.

---

"This can't be happening, I'm going to kill Amber!" Danny tugged at the large wooden door, but someone had chained it from the outside while he was talking to Natalie. She stood behind him glowing with satisfaction. Her perfect breasts demanded his attention, but she had the body of a shire horse where her legs should be.

"I'm getting lonely over here. And I cant reach Mr. Cuddles by myself." Natalie cried.

"Who the hell is Mr. Cuddles?" Danny asked. Natalie responded with a creepy smile that sent a shiver through his body.

"No... no way in hell is that that thing coming near me!" Danny yelled.

"Well, I can slap you with Mr. Cuddles or I can kick you in the dick. Have you ever been kicked by a horse?" Natalie asked and prepared to give a demonstration. Danny hesitated so she turned her body around and slammed her hooves into the wooden wall next to Danny. The bang caused Danny to cover his head instinctively and drop to the ground.

"Wait don't!" Danny shouted.

"I don't want to hurt you Danny." Natalie retreated back into her stall and carried a bucket back out. "I want to love you. What's wrong with that? Here, get some of this on your hands."

"What... what is that?" Danny asked. "Guh, it smells awful."

"If you want to use your tongue, Id appreciate it." Natalie told him and dropped the bucked next to Danny with a splash. "But something tells me you're going to want to do it this way. Just get a handful and rub it on me."

"Oh no, you mean your thing?" Danny almost choked the question out.

"Yes," laughed Natalie. "On my thing. Its time someone taught you the birds and the bees... er, horses. Or something."

Danny stuck a hand into the slick transparent goo. The smell was unbearable, but no where near as strong as the smell of 'Mr. Cuddles'. Natalie angled herself to the side to allow Danny to have full access. He really didn't want to, but his only option was dangling in front of him. Gently reaching up, he turned his head away as he felt at the air. Something thick and snake like filled his hand while Natalie gave a sigh of relief and pleasure as his grip tightened. It was the best sound he had ever heard. Sliding his hand down the shaft, lubricating as he went, she gave out more light sounds of pleasure. Slowly, Danny turned back and got a good look at his new friend. It certainly wasn't a regular horse dick, not that he was an expert. It was some kind of hybrid with a human dick. Like a horses but with human skin.

All he needed to know was that the more he rubbed, the more Natalie made those great sounds. He grabbed more of the slime and began really lathering her up. Pulling back and forth, the faster he went the more she enjoyed it. And the more she enjoyed, the more his own dick grew with those sounds.

The smell was over powering. Danny watched as the cock thickened and grew. The musk filled his lungs and the slight shaking was hypnotizing. It wasn't as bad as he thought. It was actually sort of fun. Looking passed Mr. Cuddles he saw the two baseball sized testicles swaying back and forth. 'What the hell' he thought.

"Oh you are so ready." Natalie whispered as she felt one of his hands on her package.

"Alright, now go lay on that hay stack over there."

Danny's eyes widened with the tip of her dick. A small drop of sperm dripped out of the hole. His feelings were confusing. He wanted to put his mouth against the head, but it was just too disgusting. Then as he removed his hand and tried to clear his mind, the musk making him dizzy, he realized what the slop in the bucket was for. His brain still cloudy, he stood up and stumbled toward the hay. Putting his chest on the stack and lifting his rear as if waiting for her, all in all though he was just experimenting.

Then that massive hoof landed in front of him and he tensed up with fear. The other one landed and he was ready to make a run for it. "Wait!" He cried.

"Wait? I've been waiting too long for this buddy." Natalie said as she pressed the head against his butt. It had been so long, especially since she could hardly pleasure herself with Mr. Cuddles being so far away from her hands. There was a slight pop and Danny screamed in shock and pain.

"Fuck it hurts get it out fuck!" Danny ripped into the hay, tears rolled down his face.

But as much as she hated his screams, Natalie pushed on. The boy widened and stretched to deal with her mass. It was too much force to reject, but still too much cock to handle. The lubricant barely helped as inch after painful inch dragged on forever. Only five inches in and Danny was already begging for mercy.

"Shh, its okay." Natalie tried to calm him down, but was more focused on pulling at her own nipples. "Ill go slower."

He had a sickened look on his face as she continued her infiltration. Six, seven, eight; the inches demanded all his attention so that the rest of the world faded away. "Oh god." Danny gurgled and grind his teeth. Nine, ten, eleven. "Please!" He demanded with the only word he could push through his lips. He didn't have the energy to cry anymore. She just kept going and he knew this was it. His organs would be crushed soon enough. Then the best feeling in the world made his skin tingle as she began to pull out. His stomach felt warm as Natalie unleashed her pre-cum into his lower abdomen. She stopped half way out and once again made her voyage into him. Danny once again gripped the hay in pain but the monster slid in with more ease this time.

Worried about how tight he was, probably a virgin too, she started making short quick thrusts back and forth to ease the friction. "Mmm.... uhhhh...." Danny cried with delight and came with a powerful orgasm. His body shook and convulsed with his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Moaning like a whore Natalie pushed in as much as she could before Danny let out a loud yelp of ecstasy. Danny felt like he was melting, sweat trickling down his face, he couldn't move. He couldn't think. He just wanted what he knew was coming.

Natalie brought herself back out and rammed it home. The hay stacks smashed against the wooden barn with a powerful thud. Again and again as she turned Danny's ass inside out. The boy was certainly never going to walk straight again.

Trish envied her sister for getting such a capable mare. She could hear Natalie really giving it to Amber's brother with her great senses. Meanwhile she was stuck getting a blow job. She had already knocked her up, but was still forcing the poor girl to lick at her phallus. It was the least Amber could do for not being able to fit her. Then an idea popped into her head.

---

Amber fell against the hay next to Danny. He didn't even hear the door open over the slapping sounds of Natalie's cock punching into him again and again. It was getting gurgled and sloppy as she let out a little more cum. He turned his head toward his sister whose hands were covered in some kind of goo. She couldn't bare to look him in the face as Trish found her rectum.

"Wow this stuff is great Nat." A woman's voice came from somewhere behind Amber.

"Not my sister." Danny cried. "Not like this." His voice was weak and strained. His dick pulsing but he couldn't release anymore.

"Don't look Danny." Amber cried.

"Look Danny!" Trish said as she pushed into Amber's depths. "Look at your sister take my cock. She loves me so much she dragged you here to keep Nat company. She even let me breed her."

"You lucky bitch!" Natalie said to Trish. "I get to breed the next wuuhhhhh!" She pumped into Danny and Amber could only watch as her brother got what she had dragged him there for. Sperm flowed over his back and his stomach roared with the surge of Natalie's release.

Centurions: Sex Mage Sojourn



ONE

"Just a simple stake out, you said! Oh, this should be wrapped up in five minutes, you said! Why did you have to jinx it?!" Shockwave glared at his teammates. All around them, a swarm of robots continued to pour from every nook and cranny of the warehouse, where what was supposed to be a simple drug sale bust had evolved into a superhero versus robot cluster fuck. And not the fun kind.

Max Out rolled his eyes as he socked another robot hard enough to knock the five behind it aside like bowling pins. "Says the guy who jumped the gun and decided he couldn't wait two more minutes for everyone to get into position." With a burst of super speed, he dismantled a dozen more.

"How was I supposed to know this place was a storage facility for the Robot Master's old clunkers?" Shockwave held out his hands and fired a wide beam of pure force to plow through another wave of robots. The humanoid machines struggled to get back up, apparently heedless of the fact that half their bodies were currently bent out of shape, and a few were missing limbs. Like zombies, they continued to march toward the superheroes in their midst with no care to their own safety; their broken and worn-down parts protested this activity with loud, metallic shrieks and sparks, but the robots heedlessly advanced forward.

"This is getting us no where," said Growl, his weretiger form looming over his teammates as he hurled two more robots into the oncoming horde. The three men backed up forming a circle as the robots made an ever-tightening ring around them.

"Agreed," said Max Out. He scanned the horde to see where the thinnest part appeared to be. Then he shifted his internal energies to "max out" his durability. "Growl! Pick me up and start charging that way! Shockwave, follow in our wake and keep the path from closing up!"

Growl complied, and picked up Max Out, using his body as a battering ram to smash through the robots. Shockwave was right behind him, using his force blasts to keep the robots from reaching and grabbing them as they passed. Within a few moments, the trio had made it to the edge of the horde, and continued straight ahead, smashing through the warehouse wall and into the dark streets.

Outside, several large shipping containers were stacked up in the lot. Max-Out realigned his energies to grant himself moderate super strength, picked up several of the containers, and slammed them against the hole in the wall. The clanking of metal fists sounded against the metal wall, but the makeshift blockade held.

As Shockwave and Growl caught their breaths, Max Out said, "I'm going to try to catch up to the truck. You two make sure none of those things get out." With that, he took off at sonic speeds to race after their escaped quarry.

He got three blocks before he saw the truck already stopped, the driver and movers sprawled out on the street. As he came up to the vehicle, still idling where it stood, a lithe young woman stepped out from the front of it. "Tsk-tsk, boys," Zero-G said. "How'd you let a bunch of mooks like these get away?"

"Shockwave jumped the gun and decided he would try to take the dealers and their buyers right off. He ended up knocking over a crate on the far wall with his first shot. Turned out that whole warehouse was a storage facility for some of the Robot Master's outdated robot soldiers, and Shockwave's stray shot triggered some kind of activation protocol."

Zero-G looked down the street, an eyebrow raised. She caught glints of metal in the moonlight as a few of the robots came around the sides of the warehouse down the street to try and attack their quarry. Shockwave and Growl were currently smashing them apart easily enough, until the whole swarm had the bright idea to circle around and come out several of the other exits. Soon, the two were swamped again. Max Out and Zero-G were about to run over to help, when suddenly, lightning bolts lashed out from above, striking the robots and creating a domino effect of electrocution; electrical arcs leaped from robot to robot, frying them all in one fell swoop.

"Friggin' show off," muttered Max as Dynamo floated down to the ground, making a show of dusting his hands off.

"There, there," said Zero-G, patting Max on the shoulder. "Now, I'll tie up these guys, how about you see what they were hauling? Might give us a clue as to their source." She set about using zip ties to bind the unconscious men's hands behind their backs and using her gravity power to shift them over to the sidewalk.

Max leaped up onto the truck bed, where two pallets worth of metal cases were strapped down. He was joined by Dynamo, who landed on the truck bed next to him. "Real mess you guys made, huh?" said the electrokinetic with a cocky smirk, jerking a thumb back towards the warehouse. Max Out just glowered at him.

"Jesus, I said I was sorry," grumbled Shockwave as he and Growl joined the group.

"Well, at least that's one more stash of loose tech we don't have to worry about," said Max. "Now, let's see what this stash consists of." He fiddled with the combination lock on one of the cases for a moment, then sighed and simply ripped the top off. He and Dynamo's eyes both widened at what they saw. Dynamo held out a hand and ran an arc of electricity between his fingers to better illuminate the contents of the case and make sure they were seeing what they thought they were seeing.

"So, what is it?" said Growl, returning to his smaller near-human form, which still stood an impressive seven feet tall. "Coke? Meth? That new super steroid stuff?"

Max picked up a small silvery egg shaped device, bagged with a small remote. He glanced at the others. Then he pressed a button on the remote, and the silvery egg started vibrating in the bag.

"What the hell?" said Shockwave, looking confused.

"Is that what I think it is?" said Zero-G, cocking an eyebrow again.

Max turned the device off and sifted through the case. He pulled out a couple other vibrating devices that were a lot less vague as to their purpose.

"Oh, gross!" said Shockwave, looking away as Max tossed a sizable dildo towards Zero-G.

"Holy crap, really?" she said, catching the dildo one-handed and looking the thing over. It was a simple, flesh colored dildo, perfectly shaped like a thick, veiny penis. A shifting lever on the bottom set it to vibrate at various speeds. "Ha! Really?" She tossed the dildo back to Max, who set it back in the case. Setting the case aside, he ripped the top off of another one. This time, he came up with a handful of various sized rings, some of which were connected together by a leather strap to form a harness.

"Wow," said Dynamo. "I thought this was a drug bust. You're telling me we stopped a bunch of guys from selling sex toys?"

"Man, what is with these people?" said Shockwave.

"I think the more pertinent question is, why are sex toys being sold black market style like this? I mean, none of this stuff is illegal. Unless it was stolen, but come on." Dynamo picked up a simple metal cock ring. "A whole set of these are like, what, ten bucks at the shop?"

"Maybe they got the wrong cargo and didn't realize it?" said Shockwave.

"I kind of doubt the guys running this show wouldn't actually check the cargo before shipping it off," said Zero-G. She paused. "Maybe they're modified?"

"Like how?" said Max. "What kind of modifications to a sex toy could make it illegal?" He started sifting though the case deeper. "Unless there's something hidden in this stuff and this is just the cover."

"Well, we should just let the cops deal with, I guess," said Dynamo. "This is more small time than we thought."

"Small time? I think I'm insulted." The five heroes whirled around, looking this way and that. The voice had come from seemingly no where. There was a sudden rush of wind, and a bolt of sickening green light flashed in the middle of the street a dozen feet away. A moment later, a gaunt, pale figure in a ragged cloak, leaning heavily on a crooked staff, glowered at them with glowing red eyes. "Stupid kids. No respect, I tell you."

Growl growled low, his form shifting back to his full hybrid form, stepping menacingly towards the man. "Voodoo Master," he snarled. "Didn't know you were such a dirty old man. Let me guess, the toys are rigged with some kind of spell? People suddenly fall under your thrall after using them?"

"You would be surprised at how vulnerable sex makes people. Heck, even I hadn't considered it, until I heard about the Epsilon team's little run in with that nude tart, what was her name... Feel Girl?" He waved dismissively. "Peh. What kind of a name is that for a villain, anyway?"

"This coming from the guy who calls himself Voodoo Master," said Dynamo, raising a hand towards him, lightning crackling along his fingers.

"My name is perfectly acceptable for what I am! A Master of Voodoo! And you idiots are not going to screw up my plans this time!" He raised one fist and shook it menacingly at the five heroes. A moment later, he was blasted with a bolt of lightning that knocked him clean onto his ass.

"You know, you could have totally avoided this if you just hadn't shown up and tried to grab some glory for yourself," said Dynamo. He floated down towards the old man, who was coughing as he struggled back to his feet.

"Careful," warned Growl. "He's not the idiot he seems."

Dynamo rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, he may be a warlock or whatever, but he's an old geezer. Just don't give him time to cast anything, and he's not a threat."

Max Out zoomed over to Voodoo Master just as he was about to raise his hands. With a quick swipe, he knocked the staff out of the villain's hand, and had his arms locked behind his back in a pair of zip-tie cuffs. Another moment later, and Max had ripped a strip of cloth from Voodoo Master's robe and gagged him with it. "Let's just get this taken care of," he said, tapping the small comlink hooked to his ear. "I'll call in Mist. We'll need her magic to analyze the toys and properly dispose them."

Suddenly, the ground began to glow beneath them, lines of red energy forming on the ground into a large magic circle design. "Ha! Stupid fools!" the voice of Voodoo Master called out, despite the man being gagged. "You think I wouldn't learn from my past mistakes? That isn't me!" The bound version of the old man suddenly disintegrated into a pile of bones and ash, nothing more than a false body animated from afar. "See you all in hell!"

Max had just enough time to shift his speed and grab his teammates as the circle suddenly opened wide. A powerful wind began to suck the team into the hole, and it was enough that, with his strength reduced, Max's grip was not strong enough, and his teammates were pulled from his grasp. At the last second, he was able to shift his power to super strength and grab onto the truck for support. With one final lunge, he managed to grab Shockwave and hurl him away from the circle.

However, as he did, the suction of the wind caught up with him, and the truck was dragged in with him. As the cargo of sex toys hit the edge of the circle, there was a massive arc of mystical energy, the magic in the toys reacting to the dimensional shifting magics of the portal. Max, Zero-G, Dynamo, and Growl were sucked inside, along with the truck and its contents. A moment later, the portal shut.

Shockwave, using force blasts to cushion his fall, then propel himself back towards his teammates, watched them get taken away. He whirled as he heard a cackling up high, and saw Voodoo Master laughing maniacally from the roof of the building. Shockwave propelled himself straight at the old man, blasting him straight to the ground. He kept up the pressure, forcing the old man prone onto the roof, increasing the force until it felt like an elephant was stepping on him. Voodoo Master cried out in pain, and gasped, feebly trying to pick himself up, but unable to fight the crushing pressure.

"Bring them back!" Shockwave shouted with a venomous tone.

"F-f-fuck you..." gasped Voodoo Master. Shockwave increased the force, and Voodoo Master let out a ragged scream as he felt his ribs threaten to crack.

"Bring them back," said Shockwave once more. "Now!"

"No!" hissed Voodoo Master.

Shockwave increased the pressure some more, and there was a sickening crunch as one of Voodoo Master's ribs did finally snap. "I can do this all night, you maniac," he said. "Rest assured we will get them back eventually, one way or another, but if you don't want to die right now, you will bring them back. Immediately."

Voodoo Master glared at Shockwave, but his eyes beginning to show a tinge of fear. Shockwave increased the pressure, and another of his ribs buckled. "Fine!" he said, after another ragged scream. "Fine just... just let me focus..." He raised his hands and hissed out a spell. Shockwave kept him pinned, but went to the edge of the building and watched as the magic circle flared up again and opened the ground wide. The circle stayed open for about ten seconds, but nothing came through, save a gust of wind blowing outwards.

Shockwave leaped back at Voodoo Master, his face a mask of anger. "Don't play games with me, old man! Bring them back now!"

"I-I-I tried!" he said. "I don't know what..." His eyes widened. "The, the cursed toys... their magic must have reacted... with the portal... changed the destination! I... I have no idea where they could have gone!"

Shockwave's eyes widened in shock, then narrowed once more in anger. He closed his fist and thrust it forward, sending a concentrated blast of force at the old man's head, driving it hard into the ground. He was knocked out cold. Shockwave watched him carefully nonetheless as he signaled for back-up.

TWO

Zero-G, or "Ziggy" as her friends called her, moaned softly as she slowly roused. She heard a steady beeping sound and she followed that noise to full consciousness. She then realized she could hear someone breathing heavily, a woman to be precise. The way she gasped softly, Ziggy wondered if someone had left a porno on the TV.

The she remembered. The stakeout, the bust, then the attack by Voodoo Master. Her eyes snapped open and she lurched awake. She was in a hospital ward, her bed one of three in a row along the wall, separated by curtains. To her immediate right, she could see the silhouette of a woman slightly slouched on a chair, rocking a bit back and forth. The breathing sounds were coming from her.

Ziggy slid her legs over the side, pulling out a couple IVs, the heart monitor pad, and an air tube connected to her nose. Yanking the curtain back, she saw Growl in human form, laying on another bed. Sitting in a chair next to him, was a young woman in a nurse's uniform. She had one hand resting on Growl's chest. Her other hand, however, was between her legs, and Ziggy's eyes widened as she saw the woman had her skirt hiked up to hips, and was wearing no panties. She glanced up at Growl, and this time noticed the rather sizeable erection bulging his sheets.

"What the fuck are you doing?" yelled Ziggy.

The nurse, who was apparently so into her pleasure she hadn't noticed the drawing of the curtain, jerked so fiercely, she nearly fell off the chair. Clutching her chest and gasping in surprise, the woman immediately got to her feet. "Holy shit, you scared the hell out of me!" she said. She then took a full look at Ziggy and realized she who she was. She grabbed Ziggy's with her dry hand, and said, excitedly, "Oh, my god, one of you is finally awake!" She buzzed the pager on Growl's bed. "Hey, the woman's up!" She turned back to Ziggy and said, "How do you feel? Does it hurt anywhere? Nauseous?" She motioned to the bed. "Sit back down, we need to check you over."

"Pull your skirt down and wash your hands, and then we can talk," said Ziggy, arms crossed.

The woman glanced at her slick fingers and grinned. "Best part of the job, but it does make a mess, doesn't it?" She left, going over to a sink in the corner of the large room. Another woman came in, this one with an ID labeling her a doctor.

"Hello there, I'm Dr. Delora," she said. "You've met Nurse Megan here." She motioned to the nurse, who waved back. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," said Ziggy. She paused. "Little hungry, I guess. Now, if you don't mind, let me ask you a few questions first: where are we, how are my friends, and why the hell was she masturbating over my friend's unconscious body?" She pointed an accusing finger at Nurse Megan.

Dr. Delora frowned. "You're in the town of Sanrio, California. You were all found in the desert, unconscious, by some hikers. Nurse Megan here was simply applying a little healing magic to help you all recover. We could not determine the source of your illness, though we did definitely find some very unusual things about you."

"Like what?" said Ziggy. "And what do you mean, healing magics?"

"Well, you know how the Sex Magic can heal a person during sex, sort of as an automatic protection method to prevent injury during wild sessions? We use that technique to help heal our patients, when we feel it's needed. As we said, we could not find what was ailing you, so we simply gave you all regular doses of Sex Magic healing. It's a common enough practice around these parts, but I understand if you're from a more conservative state—"

"Sex Magic?" said Ziggy, a quizzical look on her face. "What's that?"

Dr. Delora and Nurse Megan both blinked, shared a glance, and then looked at Ziggy like she was some strange sort of alien. "What do you mean?" said Megan.

Ziggy scratched her head. "I'm not sure how to make the question plainer. What's Sex Magic?"

Dr. Delora opened her mouth to say something, when there was a scream from the room across the hall. Immediately, the three of them dashed over to the room. The two women blinked in surprise once more, seeing Ziggy spring into action so quickly. They pushed the door open, and Ziggy's jaw dropped.

There on another bed was Dynamo, completely naked, with a gorgeous redhead nurse straddling him. The scream had come from her, and she had many more coming. Dynamo was thrusting into her deeply, apparently no worse for wear. However, he glanced over and saw Ziggy and the other two staring and jumped, pausing. The woman atop him shuddered violently in orgasm, moaning loudly, and collapsed on top of him.

"Holy fuck..." she gasped. "H-holy fuck...!"

"Andrea! What have we told you about casually screwing the patients?" said Dr. Delora.

The redhead looked up at her, dreamily. "I couldn't help it, doc," she said huskily. "And holy crap, I dunno how he did it, but it felt like a had an electric stimulator touching every hot spot in my body!"

"Natural talent, babe!" said Dynamo, giving Ziggy a wink.

Ziggy shook her head and sighed. "Can't take you anywhere, I swear."

"Hey, apparently these ladies think a handjob helps heal you," said Dynamo with a shrug. "I was just seeing if I could get healed faster with something more."

Nurse Andrea climbed off of him, shaking like a leaf, and sitting heavily on the chair. The sheets, and Dynamo's lower half, were heavily soaked in her juices. Dr. Delora pinched the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes. "Andrea... you're not supposed to touch the patients, you touch yourself when administering the healing. This is the fifth time this month..."

"I'm really sorry, Doctor," she said, getting her breath back. "I just couldn't resist! He was just so cute and... well... you should give it a try, Doc! I'd swear he has Magic of his own!"

"Well, it ain't magic, but—" Dynamo held up two fingers, and caused a series of electrical arc to rise between them in a slow crawl, "—I like to think it's just as impressive." His cocky grin faded slightly, however, and Ziggy turned, curious to see what made his face fall. The three women were staring at him in utter shock.




Centurions: Sex Mage Sojourn



"How... how are you...?" said Dr. Delora. She glanced at Ziggy, then back at Dynamo. "How did you do that?"

"I'm a mutant," said Dynamo, hopping off the bed and getting to his feet, not the slightest bit embarrassed about being buck naked in front of the women. "Or so I've been told." He shrugged. "Doesn't really matter I guess."

"That's amazing," said Nurse Megan. "No man has ever manifested such power!" She turned to the doctor. "Should we... should we call the cops?"

"Hey, woah, it's alright ladies," said Dynamo, slipping on a robe. "I didn't mean to cause any problems. Miss... uh... what was your name?"

"Andrea," said the redhead looking up at him in wonder.

"Yeah, Miss Andrea's perfectly fine," said Dynamo. "I have total control over my powers, even when I'm fucking. Ain't that right, Ziggy?" He flashed her a grin.

Ziggy glowered at him. "We did it one time. One! Get over it!"

"Hey, I'm just trying to give them assurances," he said, blanching. "Chill out, babe."

"Hey," came a voice from the door. The women turned and jumped as they saw Growl looming in the doorway. He had returned to his near-human form, looking rather like a catboy, human, but with his tail, tiger ears, claws and fangs showing, as well as cat-like eyes. "Where are we?"

"Growl, stay in human form," said Ziggy. "They're getting freaked out by our powers."

Growl glanced at the women, who were visibly intimidated by him. He made a small grunt, and shifted down to full human, losing half a foot in height and some muscle bulk in the process. Only his orange and black-striped hair indicated his true nature in that form. "My apologies," he said, with a respectful bow to the women. "So, may I ask where we are?"

"Hospital in California," she said. "You seen Max?"

Growl cocked a thumb behind him, and Max-Out stepped into the room. "Any one else hungry? I could eat a horse." He turned to the doctor. "You said California, right? There an In-and-Out near here?"

They looked to the women, who continued to stare at them, now more fascinated than stunned. Dr Delora realized they were waiting for her to answer, and she cleared her throat. "Uh, no, there aren't any in this town. Look, I don't know what's going on here, but I think we need to resolve a few things right now. Who are you?" She pointed to Growl and Dynamo, "How is it you men have these strange abilities?" She pointed at Ziggy. "And how is that you don't know what Sex Magic is?"

"What the heck is Sex Magic?" said Growl.

"I dunno, but it sounds like my kind of magic," said Dynamo. He winked at Nurse Andrea, who blushed.

The doctor seemed at a loss for moment, until the pager announced she was needed in another ward. "Damn it. Okay, Megan, Andrea, stick with them. Don't let them go anywhere until this is sorted out." She left in a hurry.

"Okay," said Nurse Megan. "Everyone back to their beds! We should at least give you all a check up."

"Well, I'm in tip-top shape, thanks to your little T-L-C," said Dynamo. "But seriously, we can't stick around. We need to get back to base."

Max nodded, turning to the Nurse. "Where are our belongings?"

"You can pick them up when you leave, but you can't leave yet," said Nurse Andrea, finally getting to her feet. "We need to check you over, and, well, we can't let this appearance of powers in men go undocumented. So, come on, everyone back to their beds." She paused and glanced at Dynamo. "Well, I guess you can join them in the other room, since you're all a group, apparently."

"Madame, with all due respect, we have our own medical facilities at our base," said Growl. "We need to get back and make our reports."

Nurse Megan frowned. "And I say you need to stay put."

Max sighed. "If this is about the insurance and any co-payments, just hand me my wallet, and we'll get it settled."

"That's not it," said Megan. "Now, get back to bed. I mean it."

"Pffft," said Dynamo, already walking to the door. "Or you'll what?" Nurse Megan's face became stern, and Dynamo suddenly doubled over, grasping at his crotch. "Uf! What the hell?" He tried to move forward, but he doubled over again, as if something was holding him back. Particularly as if something was grabbing him by the balls, everyone realized. "Hey, what the hell?"

"Interrupted you before you got a chance to cum with Andrea, huh? Pity for you, but it certainly makes it easier to reign you in." Megan couldn't help but look a little smug.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" yelled Dynamo. He winced as whatever had him tightened its grip.

"Why are men so belligerent?" asked Megan. "You'd think in four decades, they'd have learned better."

"I guess having weird powers makes them cocky?" said Andrea. "Now, come on, all of you, back to your room, let's not make a scene of this."

"Let go of me!" said Dynamo, whirling on Megan. Electricity crackled along his fingertips, and he pointed his hand at her. Megan jumped back, jaw dropping, her hands going up in a defensive posture. The grip holding Dynamo by his balls let go, and he stood up straight. "What the fuck was that?"

"What happened?" said Growl. "It looks like something..."

"She was grabbin' me by the balls!" said Dynamo. "If you were telekinetic, why'd you have to grab me there?"

"Calm down," said Ziggy. She reached out and touched his arm, ignoring the slight shock. Dynamo scowled, but complied, lowering his arm, and letting the energy dissipate. She turned to Megan. "Well? Did you do that?"

Megan nodded slowly. "It's... it's the Sex Magic. I'm sorry, but I was just trying to keep you from leaving."

"Sex Magic," repeated Ziggy. "You never told me what that is."

"How can you not know?" said Andrea. "What, have you been living in a cave the past forty years?"

The four teammates traded glances. Max finally held up a hand, and said, "Alright, let's compromise. We'll stick around long enough for you to give us a check up, but in exchange, you'll bring our belongings to us, and explain what Sex Magic is." Before the two nurses could protest, he added, "Just humor, please. Pretend that we indeed have been living in a cave."

Nurse Megan nodded, and she motioned them all to the other room, telling Andrea to fetch their things. Once everyone was settled in, sitting on the beds, Megan sat on one of the chairs. "Okay, well, again, I don't see how you could not know, unless, I dunno, someone's playing a trick on you. I guess that could be possible. But basically, Sex Magic allows women to control sexual energies, which are generated by sex and arousal. It lets us do all sorts of things, like we can grab men, and willing women, by their genitals. We can also do things to their bodies and minds. Granted, everything depends on sex to function and the effects mostly revolve around sex, but, for example, we can use the energies to heal the body. The Magic automatically creates this sort of healing aura, and if you're practiced like me, you can direct that healing energy more specifically." She motioned to Growl. "That's why I was masturbating next to him earlier."

Growl blinked and looked a bit uncomfortable. Nurse Megan smiled. "And, for another example, I can now see all of you thinking about me masturbating."

"Wow," said Dynamo. "I dunno if that's impressive, awesome, or scary."

"In my experience, most people tend to enjoy it, even if they say they don't," said Nurse Megan. "A man's brain has a very hard time disagreeing with his cock." She winked at Ziggy. "Am I right?"

"I'd advise you to keep your magic to yourself," said Ziggy.

Megan frowned. "Well, if you say so, I guess."

"Do, all the staff here have Sex Magic?" said Max.

"Of course," said Megan. "Well, all the female staff. Not the men, obviously."

"Why obviously?" said Max.

"Uh, because, well, all women have Sex Magic?" Megan shook her head. "Seriously, where are you guys from? You didn't just escape some purist colony cut off from the world have you? I thought none of those existed anymore. Least not in America, but you all sound like you're from the States. Are you?"

"I'm not sure at the moment," said Max. Nurse Andrea came back with a couple sacks of their clothes, and a few pieces of their equipment, including their comlinks. "Thank you," said Max, pulling out a comlink first. He stuck it to his ear, tapped it, and said, "This is Max-Out of Team Sigma, calling all Centurion frequencies. Anyone picking up?"

The others donned their comlinks, and waited. There was no response, not even a static. They checked to see that they were functioning properly, and it did appear that way. They tried a few more times as they got dressed, donning their Centurion uniforms, but still nothing.

"Well, that's disheartening," said Growl.

"Um, can I ask something?" said Nurse Andrea. "What's a Centurion?"

The teammates shared another glance. Then, collectively, they all sighed. Dynamo raised his hand. "Calling it right now: alternate universe."

"You think so?" said Ziggy. "Might be a shared illusion."

"Voodoo Master's spell was definitely a portal," said Growl. "I'm certain he was being literal when he said he'd see us in Hell. But instead of there, we ended up in another reality."

"I accidentally knocked the truck and those sex toys into the circle," said Max. "Maybe something in them reacted with the portal."

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" said Nurse Andrea.

"Ma'am, we need to know, where did those hikers find us?" said Ziggy.

"In the desert, but they didn't say where, specifically," said Megan.

"Are there any superheroes on this planet?" said Dynamo.

The two women looked at him like he was crazy. "What, like, you mean like in the comics?" said Andrea.

"I guess not," said Dynamo. "What about sorcerers? Does your world have portal technology? Are there aliens? Demons? Angels?"

"I think... I think you better call in Dr. Delora," said Megan to Andrea. "These people are delusional."

"I'll call more than that," said Andrea, heading to the phone.

Dynamo got up and reached out to grab her. Suddenly, he keeled over again as something yanked him by his groin to the ground. "Stay put!" said Andrea, as she and Megan backed up to the door.

"Goddamnit, stop yanking on my balls!" said Dynamo, glaring at them.

"Stay put! All of you!" said Megan, and Max and Growl suddenly found themselves getting yanked down as well. Ziggy braced herself for a similar tug, wondering what she was going to be grabbed by, but nothing happened to her. "You!" Megan pointed. "Don't go anywhere, either!" They left quickly, calling for the doctor, and for someone to call the police.

THREE

Ziggy turned to the others. "Come on, guys, we need to book it." The three men tried to stand, but found that they couldn't. Ziggy noticed with a start that they were also sporting erections. "Come on, guys, now's not the time to be having perverted thoughts. We need to go!"

"I'm trying!" said Dynamo. "But somethings... damn it, it's like there's something rooting me to the floor by my nuts!" He let out a shaky breath. "And I can't help the hard-on! I just... man, that redhead was a screamer... had such great tits..."

Ziggy walked up and slapped him across the face. "Snap out of it, horn-dog!"

"I don't think he can help it," said Max. "I can't get thoughts of Rain out of my head." Ziggy blinked. Rain was Max's lover on the team. "I think it's the Sex Magic. They're making us think these thoughts..."

Growl was starting to pant a little as he strained against the grip holding him down by the balls. He had shifted back to near-human form, and his cock tented his pants lewdly. "God, it's like the more I try and fight it, the tighter it holds." He strained to pull upwards, but yelped once it became too much. Even shifting forms to enhance his strength and durability didn't help, it seemed. Growl sagged to the floor. He looked up at Ziggy. "Are you not effected?"

Ziggy shook her head. "No, it doesn't seem like it," she said. "Why not? Maybe they think I'm not a threat?"

Max tried to think for a moment, though it was getting harder as flashbacks of every dirty deed he'd done with Rain, and a couple girlfriends prior, threatened to overtake his senses. "They said it effects men and 'willing women.' If the magic only works for women, maybe other women are immune unless they want to be effected?"

"Lucky me," said Ziggy. She heard several rapid footsteps coming for the door, and she stood resolutely between it and her teammates.

Dr. Delora came in, looking a bit frazzled, but composing herself. She held up a hand. "Now, just remain calm, we're not going to hurt you."

"Let my teammates go," said Ziggy.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Miss," said Delora. "The police will be here soon. We can't release these men until they have appraised the situation. Fortunately, their powers do not protect them from our Sex Magic, so we can keep them from being a danger, but..."

Dynamo raised his arm, charging an electric blast. "Let us go, you fucking bitch!"

Dr. Delora narrowed her eyes at him, and Dynamo suddenly stiffened. He began to shake and let out a ragged gasp, the electricity fizzling out around his arm as he fell back and began to groan. His hips bucked into the air, and he shuddered.

"What are you doing?" said Ziggy. "Stop it!"

"I've locked him in a powerful sexual fantasy," said Delora. "He won't get out of it until the cops come and decide what to do with him." She turned and coolly addressed the other men. "Now, don't give us any trouble, or I'll do the same to you." She paused. "Although you'd probably prefer that, wouldn't you? Shall I put you under as well?"

The two men were already looking rather strained not to just whip their cocks out and start stroking off right there. The arousal was plain on their face, but now that they understood what they were up against, they were able to steel themselves somewhat from the effects. However, the invisible ball grip still had them pinned. "That won't be necessary," said Max.

"Good," said Delora. She turned to Ziggy. "As for you, stay put, and don't cause any trouble, or we will have to discipline your friends."

"You're so caught up in the fact that they have powers," said Ziggy. She smirked and raised her hand. "I guess it never occurred to you that I had my own?"

"Well, you clearly don't have Sex Magic yet, young lady," said Delora.

"Who said anything about Sex Magic?" Ziggy snapped her fingers and suddenly, the doctor and two nurses dropped straight to the ground, as if they had suddenly had a tremendous weight dropped onto them. "My power is over gravity."

The three women struggled to get to their feet, but they now weighed three times as much as they had previously. Aside from merely being heavier, the strain affected every part of their body, straining muscles and organs, making the flow of blood sluggish. It wasn't a lethal effect yet, but this was only the beginning of what Ziggy could do. She began to slowly increase the effect. "Now, release them," she said.

Dr. Delora struggled harder, drawing sexual energy from the men to try and make herself stronger, but Ziggy increased the gravity beyond what she could compensate for. Finally Delora choked out, "Okay, okay!" A few moments, later, Max and Growl were able to get to their feet, and Dynamo stopped writhing, laying gasping on the floor.

Max grabbed Dynamo and handed him to Growl. "Let's go before they can latch onto us again." Max looked down through the window to make sure no one was below, then smashed it open with his fists, breaking off the jagged edges. Ziggy jumped out the window, and set up an anti-gravity field to levitate herself and her teammates. They took off, heading for a nearby spread of trees a few blocks away. As they left, she released her hold on the three women, who had passed out on the floor.

Ziggy landed them in the tree tops, on the edge of a small park, and the four of them crouched within the canopy. Growl set Dynamo down to lean against the trunk, holding him in place with one hand.

"You sure that was a smart move?" said Growl. "Now they're going to be looking for us."

"Would you rather they be looking for us, or have us already in lockdown?" said Ziggy. "They already thought we were some kind of threat. And we aren't going to make it home if we let ourselves get taken away and poked and prodded to satisfy these people's curiosity. Besides, it's pretty clear you guys can't fight them."

"Hey, they caught us off guard," said Growl. "Now that we know what we're up against—"

"Sure," said Ziggy. "Explain that to your cock." She pointed at Growl's lower half, and Growl glanced down, noticing he still had a massive hard-on. He blushed slightly and shifted himself so it wasn't so obvious.

Dynamo suddenly groaned, finally coming too. He blinked several times as he awoke and rubbed his eyes. "Jesus," he said. "That was... wow..." He looked down at himself, "I'm amazed I didn't jizz my pants!"

"Must have been one hell of a dream," said Growl.

"Man, tell me about it," said Dynamo. "Now I know what's like to be the dildo in a lesbian threesome video."

Growl's lip twitched into a slight smirk. "Okay," he said. "I admit, that makes me a little jealous."

"Focus, guys," said Max, as sirens suddenly picked up in the distance. "Okay, we need to find a better hiding spot. I'll max out my speed, take a look around. You guys stay put." He paused. "And try not to think any arousing thoughts. If they can draw power from that, it stands to reason they can detect us." So saying, Max dropped to the ground, and took off, traveling at speeds no human eye could follow. A few minutes later, he was back, holding a small, flat device. "There's a run down hotel no longer in use a couple miles away. Looks clear for the moment, we can regroup there. I also picked up this from a computer store." He raised the device, which was revealed to be a tablet computer.

"Did you pay for that?" said Growl.

"No," said Max. "If it's any consolation, it was the cheapest model. We need more information, and right now, I'm not sure we can trust asking anybody in person." He motioned to them all. "Especially as that we're dressed up right now." They all nodded, noting the black and gold, form-hugging outfits that marked them as members of the Centurions' Sigma Team.

"Alright, everyone brace yourselves," said Max. The three did, and in a blink, Max had snatched them up. Moments later, all four were inside a dusty, dark motel room, lit up primarily by sunlight escaping through the cracks in the boards that cover the busted out windows. The place smelled of stale urine and old booze.

"Ugh, Christ, really?" said Ziggy, pinching her nose.

"Only place I could find that was private, yet also close to a wi-fi hub," said Max. He pointed to the window. "Coffee place across the street." He handed the device to Dynamo. "Here, charge this up."

Dynamo nodded and touched the tip of his pinky to the plug in for the power cord. After a few moments, he was able to turn it on, even as he kept charging it. After taking a few more moments to set up the device, they finally got access to the internet, and started searching around. What they found was not very encouraging.

True to the nurse's word, it did indeed appear as though Sex Magic was a global phenomenon on this world, with only women able to use it. Numerous blogs and online encyclopedias went into detail about the powers, how it gave them the ability to control the erotic thoughts and actions of men, manipulating their minds and bodies in a sexual context.

However, aside from the Sex Magic, there seemed to be nothing fantastic or supernatural about the world at all. No superheroes or villains, sorcerers, mad scientists, giant mutant monsters, homicidal robots, etc. All things considered, Sex Magic aside, this world was as mundane as could be.




Centurions: Sex Mage Sojourn



They all sat back on the creaky old beds. "Well, this sucks," said Ziggy. "So, what the heck are we supposed to do?"

Max shook his head. "We were able to get here, even if only by accident. So it should be possible to get back. However, if they don't have any sort of magic other than the Sex Magic, and they don't have technology advanced enough." He waved his hand dismissively. "We're just going to have to wait for the others to bring us back."

"Hey, Ziggy," said Growl, looking at the tablet again. "How old are you again?"

"Twenty-four. Why?"

Growl cleared his throat a bit and blushed a little. "Well, it says here that Sex Magic activates in women between the ages of 19 and 23. Any woman older than that is able to get it. So..."

Ziggy shrugged. "I'm not from this universe, though."

"Well, that's just it," said Growl. "No one's really sure where it came from, but they were able to figure out how it spreads. Apparently, all you have to do is be around other Sex Mages for a few minutes, and you sort of contract the power." He scrolled down the screen some more. "They did a series of experiments with the last few women to get it, narrowed it down to something like you only had to be within fifty feet of another woman for twenty minutes or so." He looked up at Ziggy. "We were in that hospital long enough for sure. You feel any different?"

Ziggy paused. She looked at the men thoughtfully, glancing between the three of them. They looked back expectantly. Ziggy shrugged. "Not really," she said. "I mean, I don't sense anything like those blogs said I should. If you're thinking any dirty thoughts, I can't see them."

"Well, that's a relief," said Dynamo with a laugh. "Otherwise, you'd probably be slapping me right now."

Ziggy frowned. "Very funny." She turned to Max. "If we're going to be stuck here for a while, we need to stay hidden as best as possible. We'll need new clothes and we should probably leave the city."

"On the other hand, we might want to stay close to where we appeared," said Growl. "Some residue of the magic could still be there, keeping a link between our worlds. More than likely, that's where any of the others may appear if they show up."

Max nodded. "I'm afraid Growl may be right. Still, new clothes wouldn't hurt." He paused. "Guess I'll have to steal some more. No cash in my wallet, and our credit cards aren't going to work. Everyone give me your sizes." Once he had a good idea of what he should look for, he took off like a shot once more, so fast it didn't even appear as though he'd opened and closed the door.

The other three sat in silence for a bit, Growl still browsing the internet on the tablet, Dynamo looking from the side. Ziggy sat across from them, trying to mull things over. She noticed Dynamo fidgeting, however, and the two men's erections had returned in full force. "Calm down, guys," said Ziggy. "You're going to draw attention to us if any women are walking by."

"I doubt they'd know it was us, specifically," said Growl.

"Yeah, they might just think a couple teens broke in here to have sex or something," said Dynamo. He swallowed as he read something on the screen, and Ziggy saw the bulge in his shorts flex. "Oh, wow," he said. "These powers sound hot!" He suddenly stood up, and glanced over to the bathroom. He stepped up to it, frowning at its filthy condition, but sighed and said. "Okay, I've been fucked twice today, and I still haven't shot off, so I'm going to take care of that, or I'm never gunna get this stuff out of my head." He looked to Ziggy. "What do ya say? Wanna help me out?"

"Help yourself out, pervert," said Ziggy.

FOUR

They waited a few more minutes. Growl was getting antsy himself, and Ziggy was pretty sure he'd be visiting the bathroom after Dynamo. She glanced to the bathroom as the two heard a low moan. Rolling her eyes, she cupped her hand to the side of her mouth. "What's taking so long in there?" she said. "We don't have time for you to be romancing yourself." There was another low moan, and she frowned. She went up to the door and knocked. "Dynamo?"

She knocked again, and the latch came loose, allowing the door to swing open. She jumped when she saw him. He was standing, stiff as a board, stock still with his hands at his sides. His pants were at his ankles and his cock was sticking straight up and out, jerking and dripping pre-cum. His head was swung back, face contorted in pleasure, eyes rolled upwards and mouth agape.

"Shit! Dynamo!" She snapped her fingers in front of him, then slapped him on the cheek. Neither had an effect. She stepped out, and said, "Growl, watch—" she stopped when she saw Growl was now frozen as well, though still in a sitting position. His cock flexed mightily in his pants and his eyes took on a dreamy, far away look. Ziggy ran to the window and peered through the cracks in the boards. There, across the street, were two black vans with no windows. Standing next to the vans were four women, all blonds, dressed in suits and sunglasses, appearing like Secret Service Agents. They stood facing the hotel, hands in pockets or arms crossed. They each had a sidearm holstered at the hip.

"Fuck!" said Ziggy. She turned to grab the men, but jumped when she saw that they were stripping themselves naked. Once fully nude, they marched like puppets towards the door. "Wait!" said Ziggy. "You can't go out there! Damn it, wake up!" She went silent as Growl's arm suddenly flew out and back handed her across the room. Ziggy whipped up gravity fields just in time to blunt the blow and lessen her impact on the floor, but was still sent flying. By the time she got to her feet, the two men were outside, marching towards the vans.

One of the women opened the side door of the van and motioned the two entranced men to enter. Another pulled out a bullhorn and spoke into it. "Centurion! Come out with your hands up. Any attempt to use your powers or resist us in any other way, and your men will suffer the consequences."

Ziggy chewed her lip in thought. She was tempted to smash through the ceiling and start lifting huge chunks of the hotel to try and scare the shit out of them, but she realized she couldn't do anything fast enough to stop them from using their powers further on her teammates. Still, Max was out there, somewhere. If he would just get back...

The other van's door slid open, and one of the other women beckoned. Max came out, stark naked, his cock hard as a rock. However, his face was a stony mask of defiance. He was doing his best to fight their control, but even if he could resist their mental assault, he could not stop them from control his body directly.

"Come on out, Zero-G," he said, in a flat, forced tone. "They got us."

The woman with the bullhorn said, "We are unsure how your powers work, exactly, but with the men, anyway, it seems their abilities are based on their physiology. Because of this, we can shut off their access to their powers, or at least keep them from using their powers offensively. We have locked them down so that even if you do break them free, they will stay entranced until we release them. Now, come out and surrender."

Ziggy sighed dejectedly. This was exactly the sort of situation the Centurions had formed for; no matter how screwed you were, there was almost always someone to call for back-up. But in this universe, there was only the four of them. She guessed that she could run for it, try to find some way, any way, to contact home and get reinforcements. But in a world like this, she didn't have the first clue where to start.

One of the women pulled a gun, and pointed it as Max's head. "Last chance. We really only need one of you alive for questioning. We can just autopsy the others."

"Damn it," said Ziggy. With that, she walked outside, hands in the air.

The woman put away the bullhorn and said, "Thank you." She produced a set of hand cuffs and put them on Ziggy. "Now, get inside." She motioned to the van Max had exited. Ziggy climbed in, Max following behind her. He gave her a strained look, but she returned a reassuring smile and a pat on the shoulder. Max closed his eyes and nodded slightly, then seemed to concentrate on keeping his cool. Ziggy couldn't help but glance at his twitching cock and winced at how hard it was. She couldn't imagine what they were making him feel at the moment.

The women were silent as they drove for nearly an hour, exiting the town and eventually coming to a fenced in facility in the middle of the desert. From the look, it appeared to be a small military outpost, a single large with a parking lot, next to a hanger and airstrip. Several jeeps and cars, as well as two helicopters and a jet were in view.

The vans came to a stop, and the women led them out. Ziggy was led by the arm, but the men marched behind them in perfect step, synchronized by the magic control their captors had over them. They entered the building and went down several grey hallways, passing by men and women in military uniform. Most ignored the couple, though several of the women glanced at the male teammates, as if curious at what they sensed in them. They reached a series of holding cells, simple three walled rooms with iron bars for the fourth wall. Each of them was set into a separate cell, and left there.

Ziggy tried to talk to the others, but it was no good. Growl, Max Out, and Dynamo were all but comatose, locked in heavily erotic dreams, their prone bodies twitching, able only to gasp and moan as they were lost in the women's spells. Half an hour later, however, a smartly dressed female officer came by, glancing briefly at the men, before stepping up to Ziggy's cell.

"Zero-G, I believe they called you," said the woman. "I am Commander Devray, head of this facility. You have been temporarily sequestered here, until our superiors can decide what to do with you."

"Should I bother asking what the charge is?"

"Possible public endangerment," said Devray. We understand you used your powers to attack several medical staff, as well as steal, and break into a condemned facility. However," she motioned to Max Out, "when the agents caught this one, it was because he slowed down his super speed long enough to save some people from getting injured by an out of control car. Even stopped the car barehanded. Also, from the nurse's descriptions, once we could get a statement from them, it seemed you were acting out of a sense of self defense. So, I am inclined to believe you do not intend harm."

"So why are we imprisoned?" said Ziggy.

"As I said, possible public endangerment. Not the least of which would be the sensationalism of a proven case of men gaining powers."

"Why is that such a threat?"

Devray paused. "The world has already had to adjust to one massive power shift in the last forty years. We're just finally ironing things out. We don't need something else stirring the pot."

"I assure you, our powers aren't contagious, like yours. Where we come from, hundreds of people have superhuman powers, due to a wide variety of sources."

Devray pauses. "All the more reason to be cautious, in case more of you appear." She walked down to another cell, and Ziggy watched her go. She snapped her fingers, and two unformed men appeared, opening his cell. "He seems to be the most pliable. We shall question him first." The two men gave a "yes, ma'am," and Ziggy watched them escort Dynamo out of his cell.

Ziggy sat back down on the lower bunk of the cell, and tried to devise some plan of escape. Alas, nothing came to her that wouldn't just compromise their situation further. For now, it seemed, she would have to pray that these soldiers would be merciful, and that torture was still illegal in this version of the world.

FIVE

Two days had gone by since their capture, and they had been moved to another cell, this one larger, and big enough to accommodate all of them. All three of the men had been taken in for questioning multiple times, and all three looked haggard and exhausted. Although no longer entranced, their cocks remained hard and their testicles quite swollen. It seemed the women were using some form of orgasm denial torture to make them more compliant and easy to keep horny and under control.

By now, the soldiers had all the information they could wring from the men that they found relevant. They knew that they were members of a large superhero team called the Centurions, that they were from some alternate reality resembling a "comic book universe" as they put it, and that they had come here by accident. It was anyone's guess how much of this they actually believed. While the presence of Sex Magic certainly made the people of this world less skeptical about the supernatural, accepting a universe where aliens, witches, dinosaurs, robots, and all manner of other fantastical creatures was too surreal for most of them to accept.

Despite all this, Devray still had her orders, apparently, to keep them under lock down. She claimed to be trying to straighten things out, but so far, they were still being treated like prisoners. They were at least permitted to use a lounge room under heavy guard, but otherwise, could not leave the facility, and were escorted at all times. Each of the men had at least one woman assigned to them at all times, while Ziggy had at least two soldiers, male or female, ready to pull their guns on her if she acted out.

Now it was the second night, and as they all slept in their bunks, the men restlessly turning about as they tried to ignore the aches between their legs, Ziggy started to notice a ringing in her ears. She tried clenching her jaw, then rubbing her ears, but the sound persisted. She sighed, and said, "Can you guys hear that?"

Dynamo looked up from the bunk beneath her. "Hear what?"

"I dunno, like a... there's like this ringing... more like a hum..." she glanced around the room. As she tried to focus on the humming, the clearer it became, and she realized she wasn't actually hearing it with her ears, but rather with her mind, so to speak. There was that same sensation she felt when a psychic was speaking to her with telepathy, a sort of very mild prickling effect across her psyche. It was difficult to put in words, but she could definitely "hear" a humming with her "mind's ear" as it were, like someone tapping a psychic tuning fork. No, wait, make that three tuning forks. Now that she listened ever more closely, she could hear three distinct hums overlapping each other.

"Ziggy? What is it?" said Max. He'd had his back to her, but as he turned, one of the hums got a little louder, and Ziggy found her eyes drawn to him. Almost instinctively, her eyes were drawn to his crotch, where his hard cock poked up beneath his blanket.

Her eyes widened in shock. "Oh, my god," she said.

"What, what is it?" said Dynamo more insistently.

"I think I'm getting them!" said Ziggy. "That humming noise is coming from your cocks!"

The men all traded a glance, and looked at her in surprise. Ziggy jumped down off the top bunk and looked back and forth between the three men, who were all looking at her intently. "Holy shit, yeah," she said. She unerring pointed directly at Dynamo and Growl's cocks, even as she locked her eyes onto Max's. "Wow, this is so weird!"

"You've got the Sex Magic?!" said Dynamo. He leaped off the bed and grabbed Ziggy by the shoulders. "Then what are you waiting for?! Undo their hold on us, and let's get the hell out of here!"

"I..." Ziggy tried to think this through, concentrating on the hums, but she realized she had no idea what to do. "I don't think I can. I mean, I don't know how! I can sense you guys, but I can't, like, figure out what I'm sensing."

Max, who was now sitting up, said, "Take your time. I'm sure you don't just know everything right off with these abilities."

Suddenly, the lights came on, and Devray appeared in the doorway with two armed women. "Step out of the cell, Zero-G."

Dynamo moved to get between them, but Devray waved her hand, and he found himself pushed back by her magic, and pinned against the wall. His cock lurched and he gasped, and the hum tripled in volume almost instantly in Ziggy's head. She winced. "Stop it!" she said, lifting her hand and pointing it at Devray. The soldiers raised their guns, but a flick of Ziggy's finger sent the weapons flying to the ceiling, where they stuck like glue. Before she could do anything else, however, Growl dropped down from his bunk, shifted to his half-tiger form, and grabbed Ziggy in a tight bear hug, pinning her arms back. Ziggy felt his cock pulse against her backside, and the hum from him increased as well.

"Sorry, Ziggy," he said with snarl. "I can't... fight it..."

Ziggy dropped her arms, and said, "Fine, I surrender."

"Excellent," said Devray. "Now, come along."

"Let them go, first," said Ziggy. Devray snapped her fingers, and Growl and Dynamo dropped back, released from her magic. However, they were unable to follow as Devray led Ziggy away. When they were gone, she said, "I guess you've been waiting for me to manifest powers this whole time?"

"Actually, we've detained you for several reasons," said Devray. "But yes, that was one of them."

"And the others?"

"Now that you have the powers," said Devray. "We can make use of you."

Ziggy blinked. "What do you mean?"

Devray led her to an office, where more armed guards, all female, were waiting. Devray motioned Ziggy to sit down. "As I said, this world has only recently stabilized from social and political upheaval due to the appearance of Sex Magic. America's adjustments were largely bloodless, but even we dealt with civil unrest. Places like the Middle-East, on the other hand, they're still in a giant cluster fuck of various wars right now. The point is, the transition isn't finished, and things aren't so smooth everywhere. Even here, we've been on the receiving end of terrorist attacks, mostly by men, but some by women who believe the Sex Magic to be evil."

Devray looked Ziggy firmly in the eye. "We believe your claim that you are from another world, despite how it may sound to the general public. The reason for this is that many of the terrorists have connections to cults that have formed since the appearance of Sex Magic. Some believe that the magic comes from gods or demons or some other kind of entity from outside our universe. It seems preposterous, but you say you are from a world where these things are commonplace."

"Well, I don't about commonplace," said Ziggy. "But yes, our world has such things. Just a year ago, we fought off an invading force of—"

Devray held her hand up, silencing her. "My point is, there are people out there attempting to make contact with such creatures. And it turns out they are actually real. You and your people have experience battling these creatures. If they could possibly come here, then we need you to help us fight them."

Ziggy's brow creased. "You're kidding, right? You want to strong arm us into becoming some kind of task force for a threat that so far has never even actually shown its face?"

Devray shrugged. "That is what my superiors desire. You may be the first hard evidence since the Sex Magic itself of things from beyond this world, but in my experience, when it rains, it pours. The Sex Magic first appeared on the East Coast of the United States, and within three months, spread across the entire world. This 'accidental' dimensional crossing has sent the four of you here. How many more do you suppose are going to follow in your wake?"

"You think we're some kind of advance party?" said Ziggy. "Really?"

"I honestly don't know what to think," said Devray. "Given what we've seen in your teammates' minds, I have no reason to believe you four are here to cause us harm. But if a being from your world can simply tear open a portal from there to here, even if the first incident was an accident, how long before he discovers how to reconnect the link? How long before the creatures of your world start pouring into here, a world that isn't protected by a massive team of superheroes?" Devray leaned forward, her face sincere. "Please, Zero-G. You may be right, perhaps we are overreacting. But you're teammate, Dynamo, said it himself, that it'll just be a matter of time before the Centurions back on your world find a way here to rescue you. Once that door is opened again, can you guarantee it'll stay closed after you step through?"




Centurions: The Rise of Jahi



ONE

The first thing Spark became aware of as she came to was something lightly touching between her legs. Sluggishly, she fought to consciousness, intending to shove whatever was doing that away. However, she couldn't seem to get her arms forward. She tugged, but something was keeping her bound. Her eyes fluttered open and it took a moment for her gaze to focus. She found herself staring into the eyes of the dark haired woman in the alley. The woman was kneeling right in front of her, and Spark was slightly stunned by her beauty for a moment. A few seconds passed before Spark realized the gentle sensation between her legs was coming from the woman tracing a finger along her exposed vaginal lips, gently up and down, around and around. Spark let out a gasp as the fingertip brushed the tip her clitoris, sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine.

Sluggishly, she tried to remember how she'd gotten here. She had been coming out of a movie theater, when she'd heard a cry for help in a nearby ally. Even though she was off-duty, Spark had raced over to help, and she'd seen a woman, this woman in front her now, kneeling on the ground, sobbing. Spark had reached over to help her, then felt something stick into her leg. She'd look down to see a needle, and then... then she was waking up here.

Spark snapped out of it as another shiver a pleasure ran through her body. She tried to jerk back, only to find her legs were similarly restrained. She realized she was completely naked and bound pretty thoroughly to a chair. Looking around, she could not tell where she was. Some open, but darkened space, with a single light hanging from a hang ceiling to illuminate the spot she was sitting. Perhaps some abandoned warehouse? Spark let out another gasp as the women's finger touched her clit again. She called up the electrical energy in her body and tried to shock the woman's finger with a strong jolt. However, nothing happened, save that the woman just maintained eye contact and smiled slyly at Spark.

"There is no sense in struggling," the woman said. "Your powers are being suppressed by my magic."

"Who are you?" said Spark. "What are you?"

"Does it matter?" said the dark haired woman.

Spark squirmed. "Fine. Would you at least quit molesting me?"

"No," she said. "I'm casting a spell."

Spark struggled some more, but still could not get any leverage. The woman's touches were also starting to get to her. Despite the situation, the gentle caress was making Spark wet, and every touch of her clit send an increasingly stronger jolt of pleasure though her body. "What are going to do to me?" she said, trying to stall while she thought of an escape.

"You'll find out soon enough," said the woman. "Though, I will tell you that the ritual requires you to cum for the spell to activate. So, if you don't want to find out, just don't cum."

At first, Spark didn't think that would be a problem. She just grit her teeth and concentrated on escaping, working the ropes that held her, and wriggling to try and get some kind of leverage to escape. She also kept trying to call up her electric energies, but that was still a dead end. However, the longer this went on, the more the woman's touch filled Spark with pleasure. Soon, her sex was nearly throbbing with a warm, pulsing sensation. It felt unnatural, but also exquisitely pleasurable. Spark was soon squirming not to escape, but just from to the sensations she was feeling.

"You won't... make me... oooooh," Spark gasped. She bit her lip trying not to moan, but couldn't stop herself from writhing. The warm pulse quickened, sending ripples of sensation all along her vaginal walls, then spreading out to her body. She started to feel sharp jolts to her clit, g-spot, anus, nipples, and the back of her neck as the ripples went through her, triggering her every hot-spot. She broke out in a sweat and her juices were forming a puddle in thechair.

"I can do this all night," said the woman, smiling sweetly at her. "The more you fight it, the harder you'll cum." She began to chant softly, whispering a phrase over and over again in some unknown language. Spark's breathing became a series of short little gasps, and then a series of erotic cries as her body shuddered. She tried one last time to stop herself, but it was like trying to hold back a tidal wave. She came, every muscle in her body locking up, her face contorting into a snarl of pleasure. And then, something lit up beneath them, a circular design filled with smaller shapes and runes. In the throws of her ecstasy, Spark vaguely recognized it as some kind of magic circle. And then, suddenly, it was over, and she lay exhausted against the chair. The woman stood and removed the bonds keeping Spark secure, then gently shook her awake. Spark groaned and roused herself, looking blearily at the woman.

"Wh-what... what's going on?" she said.

"Spark, stand up," said the woman. Spark immediately complied. "Now, kneel." Spark immediately did so, dropping to her knees so fast she nearly hurt herself. Spark's eyes went wide at this.

"What did you do to me?" said Spark. "How are you doing this?"

"Like I said, a magic spell," said the woman. "You came, and so now, your body and will belong to me."

"Like hell!" shouted Spark. She called up her energies again, and this time, her whole body lit up with electrical power. She thrust her arms at the woman, intending to blast her, but found that, somehow, she couldn't. Her powers were working fine, now, but she could not bring herself to fire upon the woman.

"Silly girl," she said. "You can't harm me, now. You will die before you even allow harm to come to me." She paused and then said, "You may stand and dress yourself now. Your clothes are over there, and there is a towel you can wipe yourself clean with."

Spark looked over in the dim area beyond the circle of light shining down on them. There was a small table, with her clothes and the towel upon it. She did as she was instructed, despite her mind fighting to regain control of her body. It was rather disheartening. Despite her every effort, her body operated against her will with no visible signs of resistance, moving naturally and smoothly. There was no sign of struggle, not even on her face. She approached the woman, who nodded approvingly at how well her spell had worked.

"Now, then," she said. "From this moment forth, I am your Mistress, and you will do as I say without question. Do you understand?"

"Fuck off," said Spark. She sad it flatly, as though she couldn't get her body to put the right emphasis behind the words.

"Let's try that again," said the woman. "You will not say anything unless I instruct you to, or to answer a question, or otherwise assist me. When you answer a question, you will only do so in an obedient manner. Do you understand?"

Fuck you, was what Spark wanted to say. Instead, to her dismay, she said, "Yes, Mistress."

The woman laughed. "Excellent! Now then. I have a very special mission for you, my dear. You're going to help me destroy your fellow Centurions, and one Centurion in particular. Can you do that for me?"

No! Spark thought. You can't make me, you fucking bitch! Again, however, what she wanted to say, and what came out were two different things. "Of course, Mistress," was all she said. The woman smiled.

TWO

The Epsilon Base was hidden in the foot of a small mountain, opening into a private lake surrounded by a pine forest. It made an ideal location of concealment, as well as being generally more hospitable, as opposed to Alpha Base's sky fortress or Sigma Base's arctic strong hold. Less than a hundred miles from three major cities, it was also ideally located for gathering resources, and responding to urban based dangers.

In order to get quickly from the base to another location, the team used a series of small flying vehicles called "jump jets," mini-van sized, two-seater vehicles that used anti-gravity fields and a graviton-powered jet engine to fly nearly as fast as conventional jets, while allowing much greater maneuverability. The team was free to use them for recreational purposes as well, and they came with personal cloaking devices, so there was usually no trouble finding a rooftop or abandoned field to park them on.

Spark now flew one such jet to the base, with her new Mistress behind her. She still had not revealed her name, just saying that she was "the Mistress" as far as Spark was concerned. She had used another spell to render herself invisible, and was currently in the back seat. She said nothing, other than explaining to Spark what she needed the superheroine to do for her. Spark, meanwhile, had spent most of the trip revealing all the relevant information she could about her team, as per her Mistress's request. Entry codes, computer passwords, the powers and weaknesses of her teammates. The entire time, Spark fought a war inside her head, trying desperately to wrest control of her body back. If she could have even just reached over and tapped the emergency signal on her jet, it would have at least been something to warn her teammates. Alas, she seemed to be completely under her Mistress's power.

It was approaching ten o'clock at night as Spark neared the base. Before she got close enough to land, a voice suddenly chirped over the jet's radio. "Hey, babe," came a friendly male voice. This was Tact, the team's technician and gadgeteer, as well as Spark's lover. "Not calling it an early night, are you? You're not due back in for another 20 hours. Go back out there and have some fun!"

Spark wanted desperately to warn him, but she said nothing. She felt her Mistress lean close to her ear, whispering very softly. "Just talk to him normally."

Spark nodded. "Eh, the movie sucked," she said casually. "I dunno, not much to really do when you're the only one on leave for the night. I wish you could have come." Boy, wasn't that the truth.

"Aww," said Tact. "I know, but I already owed Chozo for monitor duty from our last day off together."

"Well, it was worth it," said Spark, with a genuine smile.

She felt her Mistress's breath on her neck again. "Ah, you young lovers. So cute. Still, we'll have to target him first. Can't let him warn the others." She pat Spark on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll let you do the honors."

Spark wanted to veer the vehicle straight into the mountain side, but instead, she guided it to the hanger bay, hovering in place until a hatch opened in the side of the mountain above the lake. She guided the vehicle in, slid the jump jet into one of the parking spots, then jumped out, waiting for the Mistress to join her. Still invisible, the Mistress fell in perfect step behind Spark, following her close as a shadow.

Spark walked through several corridors, following them to the base's monitor room, which served as both an alert system for disaster, as well as the main communications center of the base. The door slid open as she approached, and she stepped inside. The room was large, a collage of monitors forming one whole wall, and a series of computers, built into an array a few feet away from the monitors. Tact sat there, watching the screens, which displayed various news channels and a row of live feeds from inside the base. When Spark entered, he swiveled in his chair and stood. The brown haired, wiry young man gave his lover a hug and kiss. Spark kissed him back, and actually pushed him back into his chair in the process. Her tongue snaked out and probed Tact's mouth, and she pressed herself fully against him, sitting on his lap.

The passion behind the kiss took Tact by surprise, and it took him a moment to catch up. After a few seconds, Spark pulled back, leaving Tact a little dazed. "Whew, must have been quite a movie," he said.

Spark smiled at him, another genuine smile, even as she fought doubly as hard to keep herself from doing what she knew was coming. "Well, just not the same without you there, babe," she said.

"Oh, yeah?" said Tact. "Well, I can use my technopathy to keep watch on the monitors, but we shouldn't get too into it here."

"No chance we could take this to our room?" said Spark. She pressed herself a bit closer to him and kissed him once more. This time, she snuggled her body sensually against him, and Tact's body responded. Soon, he was becoming erect. When they broke the kiss, he looked a little flushed. She had always been gorgeous and sexy to him, but right now, there was intangible that just seemed "on" about her, and it was making him swoon.

Tact shook his head. "Um... babe... seriously, I have monitor duty right now. I'd really love to, but, you know duty calls. I mean, we can hang out, but..."

"You can multitask," said Spark. She leaned forward to kiss him again, pausing to trace his lips with the tip of her tongue.

Tact felt the his heart beat quicken and his erection strain stiffly in his pants. Tact's eyes were half-closed as he almost let himself succumb to her teasing licks. Then his eyes snapped open. He looked past Spark. "What the hell?" There was a camera feed of the monitor room, just like everywhere else. Rather than rely on the monitors, Tact could just use his power to directly link to the computers to see the images. And in the image of the monitor room, he though he saw a vague, human-shaped flicker standing right in front of him. With the speed of thought, he shifted the camera's visual filters to a series of multi-spectrum lens. There, just on the edges of the X-ray frequency, the visual become clear. There was a woman standing there, right next to the couple.

Immediately, a force field whipped up over Tact and Spark, glowing a pale, translucent blue. A device on Tact's belt blinked, indicating it as the source of the force field, activated with a mere thought from Tact. "Alright," said Tact, looking straight at the invisible Mistress. "I can see you. Show yourself."

The Mistress sighed and rendered herself visible. "Ah, well, we're here already, and that's what counts. Spark, if you please?"

Spark stuck her fingers to the sides of Tact's head and gave him a gentle jolt of electricity. It was not enough to harm or hurt him, but the jolt shot through his nervous system, making his body go limp with temporary paralysis.

"Relax and let yourself enjoy this," said Spark. "You can't fight it." She didn't want to say that, of course, but all her efforts did was make the words come out more flat than they should have. She reached down and touched the device on Tact's belt. The force field dropped.

Quickly, the Mistress pulled out a black permanent marker, and began to draw her magic circle on the floor around them. As she did, Spark undid the belt on Tact's pants and freed his penis, still mostly hard despite his paralysis and the realization that he had been ambushed. It had just started to shrink, but Spark ran a pulsing, low current through the organ, bringing it back to full mast. Spark didn't bother to stroke him, just held him and let her energies do the work, stimulating him with freakish precision. Unable to stop herself, Spark did the only thing she could in the razor thin margin of free movement she had, and kissed Tact. She tried to do so as sweetly as possible, giving him some kind of sign that she was sorry, and that she couldn't stop herself. For a brief moment, the look in his eye seemed to indicate he understood. Then his eyes rolled up and he let out a loud, moan, breaking the kiss as his body began to shake.

The Mistress finished her circle, and Spark increased the electrical sensations in Tact's cock. She hoped that maybe, if she could make it strong enough to hurt, it would stave off his orgasm, and maybe clear his head long enough for him to send out a signal with his technopathy. But no, Spark found herself consistently applying paralyzing jolts and a perfect sexual stimulation, keeping him so dizzy with pleasure he couldn't focus.

"He is ready to cum now, Mistress," Spark said. Her Mistress nodded, and she began to chant. Come on, she thought. Come on! Tact, please, for the love of god, keep it together!

He didn't hear her of course, but for a moment, just a moment, Tact's eyes seemed to focus and he made a particularly strained groan, not quite of pleasure. Then, he was moaning again, eyes rolled up in their sockets as Spark increased the energy flow just so, and overwhelmed him through his cock. A moment later, he caved in, and came. The magic circle lit up, and the Mistress put a hand on Tact's shoulder and whispered into his ear, "You are mine." Huge shots of semen exploded from his electrified penis, splattering both himself and Spark with his spunk. She'd always been proud of how strong she could make him climax, but right now, she was cursing herself for it.

And then it was over, and Tact was slumped against the chair. Spark got up from his lap and stood back as the Mistress tried to rouse him. This was beyond bad. If Tact was taken, that would mean every electronic device in the base could now be weaponized against their teammates, to say nothing of Tact's own stash of super tech devices. Spark tried one last, final time to mobilize herself, to defy the Mistress's magic and take her down. Straining every last once of willpower, Spark managed only to create a short, tiny electrical arc, flaring briefly along one finger. That was it. There was nothing she could do to stop her from enslaving Tact.

THREE

And then, the door to the monitor room flew open, and a bolt of blinding green light shot the Mistress full in the back, slamming her clear across the room. A figure burst inside: Chozo, the space-born warrior woman, fully decked out in her gold and black alien power armor. She had been the one to shoot the Mistress, and now had her arm cannon aimed straight at Spark.

"Spark?" said Chozo. "What the hell is going on? Tact alerted me that he was being attacked by you and that woman. Is this true?"

Inwardly, Spark let out a sigh of relief. In that moment of clarity before he lost it, Tact must have used his technopathy to get a signal out via the comlinks, or perhaps directly to Chozo's armor. Outwardly, though, Spark didn't say anything, just stood there. She put her hands up to indicate she wasn't a threat, however.

"Spark, tell me what's going on," said Chozo. "Now, or I'll drop you right here, and we'll figure it out when you're secured. And don't try anything stupid. Striker and Stone Man should be here in less than a minute." She glanced to Tact. "Why the hell are his pants off?"

"Well, I'd say this isn't what it looks like, but it's hard to refute the evidence," said Spark, motioning to herself. "I was feeling kind of frisky and decided to play with Tact a bit. I know it's bad, since he's on monitor duty, but I couldn't help myself. Anyway, I think I just went a little too far, and made him pass out. I was just about to fetch some towels."

"Uh-huh," said Chozo. He motioned to the Mistress, who was currently crumpled into a boneless heap in the far corner of the room. "And who is she?"

"Oh, just a friend. I invited her over to give Tact a threesome. You know, a little something special."

"Bullshit," said Chozo. She nodded to the floor. "What's with the magic circle?"

"Think I'll plead the fifth on that one," said Spark.

Chozo charged her cannon with another green energy bolt, but a lower charge this time. "Fine. Best to just knock you out and sort this out later." For a moment, another sense of relief washed over Spark. If Chozo took her out of the fight, she could get this situation under control and avert this crisis.

Unfortunately, when Chozo tried to shoot, the cannon failed. "What the hell?" said Chozo, trying again. Suddenly, electrical arcs erupted all over her suit, and Spark groaned inwardly. Chozo staggered as warning icons flared up all over her helmet's HUD read outs, and her armor all but froze.




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Should have shot me right at the start, thought Spark. Chozo's suit may have been made from alien parts, but it still used electrical energy, which Spark could control. Without her even being aware she was about to do it, Spark had overloaded Chozo's suit with a power surge, than commanded the electrical signals to make the suit lock in place, trapping the woman helplessly inside it.

Suddenly, there was a groan, and the Mistress got up from the floor. "Well," she said, cracking her neck. "That was fun. I'll have to find a way modify a dildo with that kind of kick." Spark again groaned inwardly. If she recalled correctly, Chozo's green blast was basically a repulsor ray and stun-lock blast combined. Any living thing hit with it, even if they were super-durable, should be thrown back and knocked out cold for at least an hour. The Mistress was either shielded by magic or had some kind of healing factor.

"Mistress, more of my teammates will be here any second," said Spark.

The Mistress went quickly to Tact and shook him awake. "Tact! Awaken! Now!"

Tact blinked awake, appearing groggy. The Mistress leaned over him and pointed at the entrance. "Secure that door! Don't let anyone else inside, and don't send any more calls for help!"

The door, which had slid closed again once Chozo entered, made a clanking sound as it locked in place. A moment later, there was a pounding on the door, and some muffled shouts. The Mistress let out a quick sigh of relief, then commanded Tact to get to his feet and secure his genitals. Tact did so, zipping up quickly, and ignoring the cum stains on his front. Spark merely stood there, likewise not bothering to clean herself, even though by now the cum stains had grown a little cold.

"Leave them alone!" shouted Chozo, still locked in place by her armor. She was struggling to move inside it, but could not budge, as Spark kept a tight hold on the suit's controls.

"Now, Tact, I want you put the base on lockdown," said the Mistress. "Don't let your teammates leave, and don't let them alert any of the other bases. Tell me, do you have any special defenses you could turn on them?"

"We have several non-lethal defenses on the interior to restrain invaders, as well as mystical and telepathic shielding devices and artifacts," said Tact. "Even our team's psychic and mystic members will be unable to get outside help."

"Excellent!" said the Mistress. "Enact those defenses." Tact closed his eyes for a moment, and Spark knew the entire base was closing up, locking off sections of the halls and rooms, isolating the members that were still left.

"What are you after?" shouted Chozo. "What do you want with us?"

The Mistress glanced over to her, and looked her up and down. "Tact, have her walk over to the center of the circle. Spark, please join her."

Spark sensed Tact's technopathic abilities assume control of the armor, and she dropped her electrical control. Immediately, the armor moved only as Tact desired, overriding Chozo's physical efforts to fight his commands. The Mistress tapped her chin as Chozo cursed them all out. "Hmm... that is a nice suit." She stepped up to Chozo and measured herself. She was a couple inches taller than the armored woman, making Spark realize just how tall she really was. Spark's head only reached Chozo's chest without her armor on. "I don't suppose that thing can stretch a bit?" said the Mistress.

"Oh, like fucking hell you're getting this suit," said Chozo.

"I could make it work for you, Mistress," said Tact. "But it would take some time."

"Oh, don't worry about it," said his Mistress. "You've got better in your team's weapons vault anyway. Just make her take her glove off." Tact nodded, and made Chozo's gauntlet release. He forced the glove to straighten out, and easily pulled it off despite Chozo's attempt to maintain her grip from within.

"Spark, you know what to do," said the Mistress, motioning to Chozo.

Spark again failed to stop herself as she clasped Chozo's hand. In her suit, Chozo would have been insulated from Spark's electricity, but with her bare hand exposed, Spark merely needed to send the electric signals down her nerves and straight to her groin. Chozo let out a loud noise between a scream and moan, and her body twitched violently as electricity stroked rapidly and precisely along her clit, nipples, and vaginal walls, even targeting her G-spot with uncanny accuracy. "Spark... st-st-stop..." she gasped.

Spark said nothing, just looked blankly as she overwhelmed her teammate with electrical ecstasy. Chozo was a battle-hardened soldier, but even her mental and physical training could not stop her body from being hijacked by Spark's power. Spark rapidly stimulated Chozo, forcing her towards climax as her Mistress began to chant once more.

Chozo shuddered violently, letting out a scream of rapture as she flooded the crotch of her suit. The magic circle lit up, and the Mistress informed Chozo that she was now hers to command. Spark let go when Chozo's orgasm subsided. To her credit, Chozo managed to not pass out, despite the strength of her climax. Tact helped her replace her gauntlet.

"Still with us, Chozo?" said Tact. She nodded. "Alright, I am going to release your armor." He did so, and Chozo kept standing.

"Now, then, with that out of the way, let's see how the rest your group is doing," said the Mistress. "Chozo, who else is left on the group?" Chozo did not speak. "Chozo? Hello? I asked you a question."

Chozo said nothing. The Mistress cocked her head to the side. "Chozo, I command you to kneel." Nothing happened. She glanced to Tact and said, "Take her helmet off." Tact did so, commanding the clamps to disengage. The helmet came off with a hiss, revealing the striking face of a slightly older woman, with three thin scars cutting across her face. Her eyes were closed, and she breathed evenly. The Mistress snapped her fingers in front of her face, to no avail.

Tact and Spark realized with a start that Chozo was now locked in some kind of meditative state. Unable to fight the Mistress's commands, she had withdrawn so completely into herself, that she had locked away even the part of her consciousness under the Mistress's control. She was now effectively in a coma.

"What the hell happened? Did my spell fail from reusing the same circle twice? That shouldn't matter..."

"I believe she has used some kind of alien meditation technique. She is beyond your control right now, Mistress, but she is also dead to the world."

"She does realize I could just make one of you kill her right now, correct?" said the Mistress.

Tact's expression actually became slightly pained for a moment, as he said, "If that is what you wish, Mistress."

The Mistress thought for a moment, but then waved the idea off. "No. If she ever wakes up, she'll still be under my control. If she doesn't she's still out of my way." She turned to Spark. "Remove her armor, for now. Tact, I want you to focus on your teammates still present." The two turned to the monitors, switching them all to the base's internal cameras.

Spark complied, using electrical manipulation to undo all the electronic latches, though she still struggled getting some pieces off. She stripped Chozo down to her underwear, which was thoroughly soaked in her juices, and set the armor in a pile to the side of the room. She pulled Chozo over to the opposite side, and lay her flat on the floor.

Spark returned to the other two, and watched as Tact sought out his teammates. Striker and Stone Man were the only other members of the team present. They had split up, Striker going off to another communications room to try and contact the base's other members, who were currently away on a mission. Meanwhile, Stone Man was trying to actually leave the Base to get help. Both had been sealed in their areas by force fields, normally meant to halt the progress of any intruders. Striker, it seemed, had succumb to the knock-out gas Tact had flooded his room with. Stone Man was currently trying to fight several flying security robots in the hanger, smashing them to pieces. Spark had a ray of hope that Stone Man, at least, could be safe from the Mistress's magic. Striker was human, and in fact didn't even have any powers aside from a mild healing factor, but Stone Man was a sapient golem, a creature of living rock. He lacked all capability and desire, or even adequate conception, for sex, which meant the Mistress's orgasm-dependent spell would be useless on him.

But, sadly, Spark's hopes were dashed as she saw a different model of robot fly out and hit Stone Man with a tractor beam, hefting him into the air. The beam didn't hurt, but it kept him helplessly suspended. Hovering as if in zero gravity, with nothing to grab or push against, he was effectively pinned in place.

"Well, now, that was easy. Have your robots secure Stone Man in your holding cells, but bring Striker to me." Tact complied. As the tractor beam robot flew Stone Man into a cell that would similarly keep him helplessly suspended, another pair of robots entered Striker's cell. A few minutes later, he was brought to the group, and Spark was made to rouse him with some jolts to his synapses.

For a moment, Striker did not move. Then, in a blur of motion, he whipped out one of his battle sticks and slammed it into Spark's solar plexus, knocking the wind out of her. Spark staggered back, gasping. A split second later, Striker was on his feet, hurling the stick at the Mistress.

The Mistress, however, caught it and winged it back at him twice as hard, in one deft motion. Still slightly groggy from the gas, his reflexes weren't at his top, and he was unable to dodge to unexpectedly returned blow. The stick caught him square in the chest, knocking the wind out of him.

Before he could recover, Tact whipped out a small disc from one of his pouches, and threw it at Striker. Upon contact, it unleashed a series of wires, binding Striker from neck to toes. "Shit," was all Striker said when he got his breath back.

Spark finally got her breath back, and helped Tact drag Striker to the center of the circle, propping him up on the chair. His eyes widened as Spark opened up his pants. "What the hell are you doing?" he said. He then jerked as Spark awoke his cock with a few well-placed jolts.

"Spark," said the Mistress. "I want you to blow him. And I want you to swallow every drop of his cum. Tact? Be sure to watch very closely."

Spark and Tact were unable to stop themselves from complying. Tact could only watch the scene grimly as Spark lovingly licked Striker's cock, then took it in her mouth, bobbing her head quickly. Neither could even close their eyes to whole thing, as much as it disturbed them. The Mistress was just reminding them how helpless they were, that they didn't have an out like Chozo.

He was quite large, and Spark could only fit him partway in, but she made up for this with her tongue work on his head, while stroking the bottom half of his shaft with her hand. Of course, she enhanced her technique with electricity, forcing Striker to feel pleasure he was fighting to resist. It was useless. Like Chozo, Striker was an exceptionally self-disciplined warrior, with incredible will power. It meant nothing as Spark hot-wired his bio-electric systems to make him succumb to ecstasy.

Striker didn't verbally protest, realizing it wouldn't do any good. He just tried to hold out as long as possible. In the end, however, he couldn't last, and the Mistress whispered her chant in his ear, as he shot his seed down Spark's throat.

FOUR

It was near dawn when another jump jet came to the base, this one a four-seater model, carrying four more members of the Epsilon team: the shaman Ghostwalker, the twin light manipulators Equinox and Solstice, and the psychic Esper. Below the jet, following them by the ground, was the super speedster Windrazor. The five had just gotten back from a mission, dealing with some out of control mutant dinosaurs unleashed on a city the next county over. While it hadn't been especially difficult as these missions went, it had taken them literally all night to wrangle them all, and then catch the mad scientist behind the whole mess. Now, the group was more than eager to come home, collapse into bed, and let the day crew take over whatever crisis occurred next.

"This is the night shift, coming in for a landing," said Equinox.

Tact's voice came over the intercom. "Hey, guys, what's up?"

"Long freakin' night, that's what. Gunna let us in or what?"

"One moment, please, we're having a slight problem with the hatch." The group in the jet groaned. Windrazor, meanwhile, went to a hidden door in the side of the mountain, taking a lift into the base.

They waited a moment. "What the hell's taking so long?" said Equinox. He pressed the com. "Hey, what's the deal? We're tired and we want to come in."

"I'm trying okay?" said Tact, sounding exasperated. "Look, just park the jet near the lift entrance, cloak it, and come in that way."

Equinox sighed. "Oh, alright," he muttered, bringing the jet down for a landing. Once he set down, he activated the cloak, and the group departed. As they headed for the lift, pushing aside a fake boulder that hid the hatch, Ghostwalker paused and looked serenely at the sunrise.

"You okay there?" said Esper, stepping up to him. Equinox and Solstice didn't bother to wait for them and took the lift in.

"Yes, I'm fine, I just need a few minutes to center myself," he said. "It was a rather stressful night."

"I hear ya," said Esper. She brushed out her long shock of snow-white hair, removing some sticks and chunks of mud still stuck to it. "I think I'm going to enjoy a nice, long shower before I hit the sack."

"I'll be inside soon," said Ghostwalker, smiling knowingly, as the lift returned.

"Suit yourself," said Esper. She entered the lift, riding the large capsule along a curved track, bringing her into one of the lower levels of the building. She got about halfway there, when she slipped under the barrier that blocked telepathic intrusion into the base. That's when she sensed a rather loud mental distress from one of her teammates. She zeroed in on the "signal" and connected to the mind of Stone Man.

<Stone Man, this is Esper. I can hear you halfway across the base! What's wrong?> she said, telepathically.

<Finally> the golem said, his distress abating almost instantly. Apparently, he'd been making himself freak out just so Esper would sense him. <The base is under siege, and they've assumed control of our machines. You need to get out and get help, immediately. Don't stop to try and investigate, just go!>

<Roger that.> Esper clicked the buttons to reverse the lift. However, the lift did not obey, and instead kept moving her into the building. She tapped her comlink. "Ghostwalker! Do not come into the building! It's a trap!" There was no response. "Ghostwalker, come in!" Again, nothing.

<Can you make it out?> asked Stone Man.

<No> said Esper. <I'm stuck in the lift. Ghostwalker is still outside, but I can't contact him. The others are inside already.> She broadcast her senses in a short range, and found the minds of the three other men. They were all unconscious. Their short range memories revealed a flash of an image, of a dozen stun blasters aiming straight at the lift doors. <Jesus, they've all been taken down already.> Well, at least she knew what to expect. She tensed herself to move as soon as the doors opened, even though from the look of it, there was no possible way to dodge them.

<Okay, so since I'm stuck, any idea what I'm dealing with?> said Esper.

<The only thing I know is Chozo radioed us to go to the monitor room, that Tact was being attacked by Spark and some strange woman. After that, I got captured. It's been hours since then, and no one's so much as come to check on me.>

Esper thought for a moment. <Okay, then. I guess that means Tact is compromised. Easy enough to fix.> Just before the doors opened, she reached out with the speed of thought and located Tact's mind. <Tact! Can you hear me?>

<Yes! Esper, listen fast. You've got about five seconds before the lift doors open and you get shot with the stun guns. I'm under some kind of immense control by a woman referring to herself as the Mistress. We cannot stop ourselves no matter how hard we try.>

<Understood> said Esper. <Forgive me, then. This might sting a bit.> She reached into Tact's mind and severed his conscious control of his powers, just as the lift's doors slid open. Esper brought up her arms instinctively and braced herself for the impact. However, after a moment, nothing happened. Esper peaked from behind her arms to see the guns still aimed at her, the barrels glowing with energy, but none of them had fired. She let out a sigh of relief, and thanked Tact for not switching the guns to automatic. She quickly dashed past the blasters, ripped open a panel in the wall, and tapped the sequence to disable them.

<Sorry, I had to cut your powers off> said Esper. <They'll recover in a couple days if I'm not able to restore them directly.>

<That was... weird> said Tact. <Never mind. The base systems should be resetting to normal now, but I disabled all the com-links. You need to get outside before— Shit. Shit!>

<What?> said Esper as she raced back to the lift.

<Go! GO! She's entrancing Windrazor!>

Esper launched herself into the lift, and activated it, praying she had time. She had to at least make it past the base's psychic shielding and send out a telepathic call to Ghostwalker. The seconds seemed to the pass like hours as she started broadcasting her message even before she got out from under the barrier.

She had almost made it, when there was a sound of rendering metal, and suddenly, the lift's door was sliced open and pulled away. A fraction of a second later, moving so fast that Esper could neither see or sense him, Windrazor slammed her up against the side of the lift, so hard she was instantly knocked out.

FIVE

The next thing Esper knew, she was being shocked awake, and she groggily raised her head. Spark was standing there, looking at her with a solemn expression. Behind her, Equinox and Solstice were sitting in a magic circle, with a tall, dark haired woman giving them each a handjob. The two of them appeared only half-conscious, but they twitched and gasped under the woman's hands.

What the hell was going on? Esper tried to reach out to her teammates telepathically, but found, to her shock, that she couldn't sense them. She tried again, and this time, received a painful feedback. She became aware of a weight on her head and realized, to her horror that some kind of scrambling device had been set on her head like a crown. It was interfering with her powers, and the more she tried to push past it, the more painful the feedback it gave her. She tried anyway, until she was shaking with the pain of a searing headache, which just worsened the aches from being slammed.

Esper watched as the two men were stimulated until they came, simultaneously. Their climaxes were huge, and the woman was splattered all over her front. The magic circle around them flared brightly as they climaxed. A few moments later, Striker was helping her shake the men conscious, and the woman informed them that she was now their Mistress. As far as Esper could tell, they were all suddenly a slave to her every word.

So, this was how she did it, thought Esper. Some kind of magic which completely bypassed the mind's control over its own body. Esper wasn't totally certain her own telepathic mind control abilities would be able to shake the grasp of the spell. She hadn't had time to try with Tact, but psionics and magic operated on two completely different systems, and more often than not, magic could override anything psionics could come up with. A psychics only real chance against a mage would be to shut their brain down before they could get any spells off. Unfortunately, with the psi-scrambler device, Esper couldn't even read her teammates' minds, much less effect them.




Centurions: The Rise of Jahi



She glanced helplessly to Spark, who simply gazed on, seemingly impassive. There was no outward sign of struggle, despite the fact that she knew Spark had to be fighting with every ounce of will.

The Mistress then ordered Windrazor, Equinox, and Solstice to go out and dogpile Ghostwalker, then drag him into the base. Then, wiping herself clean with a towel Striker handed her, she went up to Esper and smiled. "Now, my dear, what shall I do with you? I think you're a bit too dangerous to let live. Even if I were to assume control of you, your telepathy would still be under your conscious minds' control." She shook her head and clucked her tongue. "You psychics always were such a pain in the ass."

"We try," said Esper, scowling. "So, what's the plan, then? Gunna take over the world with your five fingered technique, are you?"

"Something like that," said the Mistress, tapping her chin in thought. "Well, I suppose that device is keeping your powers locked down pretty well, and I could still use an extra body." She motioned to Spark. "Let's get this over with. I never thought I'd say this, but all these quickie jerk off sessions are getting a little tedious."

Spark helped Esper up to her feet, and when Esper attempted to plant her heels and resist, Spark jolted her so she yelped and jumped forward. Spark kept this up, cattle-prodding her with electric finger pokes, until she was shoved into the chair in the center of the circle. Tact held Esper down by the shoulders, as the Mistress pulled out a marker and redrew a few spots of the circle.

Esper had to think fast. She craned her neck to watch the monitor viewing Ghostwalker, as he finally started to head towards the lift. He only got a couple feet before Windrazor exploded out of it and punched him into the ground. Before Ghostwalker could react to defend himself, Windrazor struck him a dozen times in a blink, knocking him out cold. Equinox and Solstice appeared a moment later, and helped the speedster bring the shaman back inside, creating a platform of solid light to carry him on.  

Well, there went their last hope of contact the rest of the Centurions. Esper tried one final time to push past the psychic scrambler and telepathically strike out at the woman and her controlled teammates, but it was to no avail. At the Mistress's request, Tact then came over and sat in Esper's lap, kissing her. Esper blinked, not expecting this to happen. As Tact kissed her, he pulled a device out of one of his belt pouch. Epser recognized it as his sonic drill device. With it, he could use concentrated sonic vibrations to slice through materials as hard as diamond. Tact held the device up, and the tip began to vibrate, creating a dull whine. He then reached between Esper's legs and placed it against her crotch.

Esper winced, eyes wide with horror as she thought, for a moment, Tact was going to cut her. But then, when it touched her groin, she was suddenly filled with intense, but pleasurable, vibrations. Tact kept modulating the frequency, shifting the intensity in a wavering pulse. Esper, despite herself, started getting wet. She tried to fight it, but then, Spark's lips touched her exposed neck, and she felt energy rippling through her body. Esper gasped and let out an erotic moan. Between the electrical and vibrational stimulation, she found her body betraying her, and her pussy began to warm with pleasure.

Esper struggled to try and escape, but she was bound, and her teammates ministrations were too much. Esper's eyes snapped open when she heard the door slide open, and saw Ghostwalker guided inside. She had to do something. She closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to ignore the sensations wracking her body. She pushed out with her telepathy, and the scrambler forced back the signals. She tried to let the pain counteract the distracting pleasure as she pushed harder and harder, until she nearly saw stars. For the briefest of moments, she felt something in the scrambling field give, a tiny crack in the net holding back her telepathy. She took that moment to send out a tight beam of information to the one person not under the woman's control.

And then, the scrambler all but slammed her with pain so intense, she nearly passed out, mind addled by the effort. However, her teammates would not let her escape, and the pleasure began to overtake her once more. This time, Esper didn't try to fight it. Despite the pain, despite being disgusted by this violation, body was already not her own, and she was going to cum very soon. With no other option, she tried to turn her psychic energies on herself, trying to disconnect her consciousness from her body, and escape the sensations. However, the pain and the pleasure made it impossible to focus.

Then the woman began to chant once more, and moments later, Esper came. Moments later, she found herself kneeling at her Mistress's command. As the sensations slowly faded, Esper was able to collect her thoughts once more, and observe, helplessly what was happening.

Ghostwalker was now placed onto the chair, and bound to it using energy bands formed by Equinox and Solstice. This time, rather than order Spark to wake him up, the Mistress went over and slapped him several times, until he blinked awake. His eyes took a moment to focus, but when they did, they went wide, and he paled. "Jahi..." he gasped.

"Oh, so you remember me, do you? said the Mistress Jahi. "A pity you weren't the first to encounter me. You might have found a way to save your team."

"Your sexual possession isn't going to work on me," he said.

"Oh, it doesn't have to," said Jahi. "See, I don't need your loyalty. I just need your magic. And your blood."

Ghostwalker frowned. "I guess you're after your Core, then? You won't find it. Master Mage himself secured it in a location you can't—"

"Oh, spare me," said Jahi. "I know it's in Yggdra's Tomb. It took me some time to get the right information, but I finally found it." She leaned close to his face and grinned evilly. "I'm going to get it back. I'm going to be whole again. And then, I'm going to murder every single one of you accursed mages who put me there. As well as anyone else who gets in my way." She waved to the others. "In fact, I'll start with the rest of the Centurions, just out of principle."

"You won't be able to force Master Mage to take you there," said Ghostwalker, giving her an adamantly defiant look. "He's one of the Alpha Team. You try and get close to them, and they will tear you apart. Even with all of Epsilon on your side, you can't beat them. They'll save my teammates and rip you to pieces."

"It's a good thing, then, that I no longer need Master Mage himself to take me there. All I need is someone whose been in contact with my Core." She tapped the shaman on the chest. "And, you, my friend, were among the group that tore it out of me. And since your team is one of the least powerful of your whole Centurion's group, you get to be the lucky guy to play gatekeeper for me."

Ghostwalker looked at her with concerned confusion. "You've discovered some other method of accessing the Tomb?" Jahi nodded, smiling, as she grabbed the towel she'd used to clean herself, and proceeded to wipe the magic circle from the floor. "You won't succeed. Even if you make there—"

"Yeah, yeah," she said, pulling out her marker. "You do remember that I'm a goddess right? You mortals can't keep my power bottled up forever."

"Watch us," the shaman said defiantly. He sucked in a deep breath, and his body suddenly glowed. Jahi whirled to the side as a greenish ghostly figure tore from Ghostwalker's mouth, a wicked spectral claw narrowly missing Jahi's face. Jahi grabbed the spirit, physically grasping it with her bare hands, then shoving it back into Ghostwalker's body.

"That was pathetic. Must have a few screws loose from Windrazor knocking you about." She quickly drew a smaller design on Ghostwalker's forehead. "There, that ought to keep you from astral projecting again." She shook her head. "Time was I could just do these spells with a flick of my wrist or a blink of my eye. Now I have to rely on you mortal's systems of crude rituals and outdated hermetic formulas. It's degrading as hell, and I've spent the past ten years resenting you for it. But trust me, when I get my power back, I'll be sure to show my utmost appreciation."

She went back to drawing the new circle. This design was far more elaborate, multiple magic circle designs within a bigger design, connected by weaving bands that twisted in a way that could only be described as sensual. Her new minions had to step further back to let her work.

Ghost turned to look at his teammates, who all just stared back blankly. "Listen," he said. "Her name is Jahi. She's an ancient high-demoness of lust. She's trying to..." Jahi stood and slapped Ghostwalker so hard, his jaw broke and he was knocked over onto the floor. His teammates all fought, vainly, to try and help, but all they could do was stand there. Jahi picked him up, fixed the smudges his body had made in the circle, and then put the finishing touches on it. Jahi then nodded, and ripped open Ghostwalker's clothes, before taking off her own black dress. She drew a few more designs on Ghostwalker's body, then started whispering words into his ear. Despite his obvious pain and his struggles to get free, he tensed, and his penis grew erect.

Jahi mounted him and took him into her as soon as he was fully hard. She slid up and down him slowly. His body began to glow with green energy, growing brighter and brighter. He body shook and he moaned as Jahi's hips motioned in an inhuman twisting that nonetheless seemed to take Ghostwalker's breath away with pleasure. As the others watched, Jahi's body shifted. A set of dark bat-like wings grew from her back, and a pair of horns protruded from her forehead. Her skin turned blood red, and her eyes a dark purple with vertically slit pupils. A thin, long tail with a spade-shaped tip grew from just above her buttocks. She actually got bigger, gaining another foot in height, her body became somehow more muscular, and at the same time more alluringly curvy. Her breasts grew larger and her hips fuller, and she had to hunch forward so she could keep whispering in his ear.

It was obvious when Ghostwalker came, as he let out a tremendous cry, and his body shook as though he was having a seizure. However, this orgasm was not over in the ten or so seconds a normal man's lasted. He seemed to keep cumming, bucking savagely into Jahi. She opened her mouth and revealed a set of pronounced fangs, like a vampire, and bit hard into Ghostwalker's shoulder, drawing blood. Her tail snaked up between his legs, and buried the spade-shaped tip into his ass, clearing milking his prostate to spur him to cum more. As he climaxed, the green energy surrounding him began to fade form his body and spread over to Jahi. As it did, his body began to shrink, the skin becoming wrinkled like an old mans, and his dark black hair shifting to gray.  

The scene lasted another few minutes, Ghostwalker climaxing the entire time. And when it was finally over and Jahi lifted off of him, his body was nothing more than a shriveled husk. Jahi licked the blood from her lips, smacking them as though savoring a favorite treat. She looked at the controlled heroes, who all stared back. "Well, I hope you enjoyed the show. Now, I will give you ten minutes to get cleaned up and pack your gear. After which, you will all meet me back here." She clapped her hands, and a wave of green energy washed over the group. They suddenly felt rejuvenated as though they had just awoken from a good nights rest. "Get going."

"Yes, Mistress," said the seven superheroes turned slaves, even as all seven of them wanted nothing more than to tear her limb from limb. Instead, they all went to shower, armor up, and grab as many weapons as they could from Epsilon's arsenal.

Once they left, Jahi turned to the withered corpse of Ghostwalker. She drove her hand into his chest, causing it to crumble inward, until he found the still-moist heart. Pulling it free, and began to chant once more, her eyes glowing green. Ghostwalker's body lurched up from the chair, animated by magic. Then, it stood tall and spread its limbs wide. A hole began to open in his stomach, revealing a rippling pool of black and red liquid. His body then grew outward, the hole widening, and stretching his body until a large gateway appeared, a panel of the rippling liquid, framed by a ring of Ghostwalker's blackened flesh and bone.

When the rest of the team reappeared, armed with every scrap of power armor, magic artifact, and super weapon they had in their arsenal, they only briefly hesitated upon seeing the gate, and realizing what had happened to Ghostwalker. But Jahi just grinned wickedly. "This is going to be a very, very rough trip. We're going to have to fight our way through numerous monsters and demons, and even though I have just absorbed all of your shaman's magic, I will need all of you to fight for your very lives to help me reach the center of the Tomb. You will all fight for me, and die for me if you must. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Mistress," all seven heroes said in unison, with only the barest hesitation to indicate their internal struggle.

"Then let's go," said Jahi, stepping into the gateway. All seven followed.

SIX

Epsilon Base had been deathly silent for the better part of the day. Only the hum of the air vents and clicks and whirs and beeps of various automated systems broke the stillness. At least, that was until a buzzing sound from the computers in the monitor room started going off, indicating an incoming call. Unfortunately, only one comatose Centurion and a rippling gate of blood magic was there to hear it.

This did not dissuade the caller, however, who was now hovering her jump jet low to the ground, near the small mountain. By now, someone should have answered and opened the docking bay for her. But a minute, then two, then three went by, and nothing. The woman sighed and landed her vehicle in a small stretch of grass near the hidden door. When the hatch opened, she floated upwards and out, levitated not by her flight belt, but by a sky blue aura of mana, her navy and silver robes and platinum blond hair flowing about her.

The woman tapped near her ear, clicking on the com-link and said, "This is Mist, from Delta Base. Do you copy Epsilon? Does anybody copy?" Mist frowned as she surveyed the total lack of welcome. No matter what time of day or night, at least one person had to be on monitor duty and run communications, even if the rest of the team was on the field, so there was no excuse for this. And while she didn't see any signs of a struggle or break in, she was getting a bad vibe from the silence. She was supposed to deliver a mystic artifact for special storage to Epsilon, so if any full-team activity had occurred, she would have been alerted to it to avoid an unnecessary trip, not to mention possibly back up the Epsilon team if it was that serious. But she'd received no such message.

As every base was shielded from mystical as well as psionic assault and probing, Mist could not simply use her magic to investigate the base from the outside. Using her pass, she opened the hidden door and stepped within the lift. She noticed immediately the doors had been torn apart. Mist jumped back out of the lift.

Flying over to her jump jet, she noticed an indent in the ground a few yards away. She floated over to it, and once she was within its cloaking field, she discovered the four-seater jet belonging to the Epsilon team. It didn't appear damaged, but there was no reason for it to be out of the base, unmanned.

Now, she really had a bad feeling. She used a spell to cloak her presence, making herself invisible and silent, then cast out her mystic senses to warn her of any impending hostiles. Flying back to her own jet, she radioed to her own team. "This is Mist of Team Delta, calling all Centurion frequencies. Something's happened here at Epsilon Base. I don't know what, but they seem to have been attacked, and they're not responding to any calls."

"This is Aquasting in Gamma Base," came the reply. "We're closest. We'll send out a squad immediately."

"Ion here, from Alpha," came another reply. "I can be there in a few seconds."

"Alright," said Mist. "Ion, meet me here, and we'll investigate first. Gamma Squad, get here as fast as you can."

"Will do," said Aquasting.

A few seconds later, there was a bright flash of light, and a fit looking, average sized woman in gold and crimson appeared next to Mist. "Hi, I'm Ion," she said, holding out a hand. Mist shook it. "Well, shall we?"

"I'm not sure the best way to approach," said Mist. "The lift works, but its sustained damage. I don't know what we'll find when we get inside."

"I can X-Ray myself straight through the mountain's foundation," said Ion. "Do you have an alternate way?"

Mist glanced at the small lake. "I'll see if I can access the water system." She shifted into a liquid form, her body now composed of living water.

"Alright then," said Ion. She suddenly became invisible, as she shifted her body into an energy frequency beyond the visible spectrum. As Ion sank into the ground, Mist flew over to the water and dove inside it, merging with the lake. She cast out her tactile senses to the whole surface of the water, trying to find a connection to a pipe system. Finally, she located an open drain, and funneled her consciousness into it.

As soon as she slipped past the base's mystic shielding, she nearly flinched as she felt a stinging aura of blood magic emanating from the base's center. She flowed through the pipes until she found a bathroom only a few doors down from the room. She forced one of the sinks to open a flow of water and slipped out from the faucet, reshaping into her human body and clothes. Turning the sink off, she hovered in the air and cast a spell on herself, rendering herself invisible. She tapped her comlink. "You make it in?"

"Yes, I came up through the basement floor," said Ion. "Doing a scan of the place. I can see some one in the holding cells not far from me. Where are you?"

"Bathroom in the fifth floor, I think," said Mist. "There's an immense wave of magic coming a few rooms next to me."

"Yeah," said Ion. "Now that you mention it, I can see some sort of weird energy in their monitoring room. Wait until I get there, okay?"

Mist frowned, but acknowledged it best to gather their numbers before investigating. She did, however, go into the hallway to wait. About two minutes later, Ion arrived, with Stone Man following behind. Mist rendered herself visible again.

"It is fortunate you were coming today," said Stone Man. "When it was clear Esper hadn't been able to stop them, I feared we were done for."

"What happened?" said Mist, as they approached the monitor room. Mist and Ion confirmed only the presence of another, unconscious form in the room, as well as the magical phenomenon.

"Before she went under, Esper was able to beam a handful of information into my mind," he said. He tapped his head. "Not to mention a rather painful headache. But this much was clear: a tall, dark-haired woman called the Mistress has somehow gained control over my teammates using a magic ritual. It appears the ritual depends on the physiological action of orgasm to complete."

Mist cocked an eyebrow at that. "An orgasm based mind control spell?"

Ion couldn't help but grin slightly. "Sounds like fun," she said.

"This is no joking matter," said Mist. "A tall dark haired woman..." Her eyes widened. "Oh, no." She ran for the monitor room, shoving herself past the door before it was even halfway open. Her eyes widened as she saw the blood gate dominating the center of the room, in the middle of the huge, magic circle array. She raised her hands and closed her eyes, and drew in the ambient energies, "tasting" the magic in the air. It confirmed her fears. And then, she took another close look at the gate, touching its black sides. She winced as she detected its composition.