The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

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.

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.

“Jahi,” she said as Ion and Stone Man entered. “It was Jahi.”

“Who?” said Ion.

“A sexual high demoness, the goddess of lust,” said Mist. “She primarily uses sex as a means to use her magical powers. Before we joined the Centurions, Ghostwalker, Master Mage, myself, and a few others were part of a group of mystics who battled monsters like her. We fought her nearly ten years ago, when she attempted to awaken her great master, the Dark Titan Ahriman. We were able to tear out her Core, her divine essence, and seal it away in a place called Yggdra’s Tomb, in one of the many mystical realms around Earth. We then cast her body into the dimensional prison of Tartarus. Somehow, she must have escaped, and is now trying to recover her Core.”

“So, why would she attack Epsilon?” said Ion.

“This gate here? It’s Ghostwalker. She used his body in a blood magic ritual to open a portal straight to the location of her Core. All of us mages who were in contact with it and were there to seal it away could have been used, turned into a gate just like this to lead her straight to its location. Ghostwalker just happened to be the…” she glanced to Stone Man. “I guess she thought Epsilon just happened to be the easiest team to take on.”

Stone Man sighed. “Well, it worked,” he said.

“So, who’s that?” said Ion, pointing at the unconscious figure on the opposite side the room. She had been hidden by the gate, but the three looked around it, and saw that it was Chozo.

“Does she live?” said Stone Man.

Mist went over to her and placed a hand on her forehead. The scarred warrior woman was alive, but her mind was sealed away by some sort of trance state. On top of that, however, Mist could sense the mental grip of Jahi’s spell.

“She’s alive, but she’s enthralled,” said Mist. “She appears to have taken herself out of the fight by going into a self-induced coma.”

“Can you awaken her?” said Stone Man.

“I can, but she’ll be under the spell,” said Mist. She thought for a moment. “I can’t just undo the magic with a counter spell. Jahi is a goddess, and I’m not powerful enough to counter her the direct way. However…” She glanced back to the magic circle. Using her senses, she could see the mystic “burn marks” indicating the shape of the circles. The current array had only been used once, but another had been used several times just before. This would have been the sex magic ritual.

“If I can repeat the ritual, I may be able to use the technique to restore Chozo to her former self,” said Mist. She frowned. “I’m going to need one of you to restrain her.”

“Easy enough,” said Ion. She raised her hands, and bands of energy appeared over Chozo’s limbs, solidifying and binding her in place.

Mist placed a hand on Chozo’s head again, and closed her eyes. She reached into Chozo’s mind, and used her mystical energies to spur her from her tranced state. After a few moments, Chozo’s eyes blinked open and she looked at Mist. She immediately tried lash out and striker her down, but Ion’s bands held strong. “Chozo? Can you hear me?” Chozo just looked at her. “Chozo, can you speak?”

“I will only do as my Mistress commands,” said Chozo. Her eyes, however, betrayed a fierce look as she struggled to resist the magical control.

“Listen,” said Mist. “I am going to try to release you from Jahi, your Mistress’s, control. This is going to require me to sexually stimulate you. Please forgive the violation, but I don’t have time for another method.”

Chozo said nothing. Mist stood and raised her hands. Water began to appear, as if from no where, in a large bubble above her hands. With a few quick finger movements, the water then expanded and thinned out, forming into an array. The lines of water touched the ground and then froze in such as way as to create white, frosty ice, recreating the magic circle Jahi had used.

“Move her into the center of the circle,” said Mist.

“Wait, you’re going to have sex with her right here?” said Ion, though she did as she was told.

“During sex, especially at the moment of orgasm, the body loses all its defenses, as it is blinded by pleasure,” said Mist. “Physical and mental gates open, allowing a maximum flow of energy through the chakras. Should someone who knows what they are doing manipulate the energies properly, they can not only use the energies of sex to cast spells, they can also doing things to the orgasming person’s body and mind. For example, a mind control spell becomes effective even on those with good psychic defenses. One partner can also funnel magic or chi straight into the other partner’s body to super charge them during sex. A healer mage’s spells also become more effective as they can channel energy more efficiently through a body engaged in sex.”

“I didn’t follow half of that,” said Ion.

“The only way I’m going to be able to break the spell is to repeat the ritual, and use the same triggering mechanism, in this case orgasm, to boost my magic’s effectiveness on Chozo’s body and mind,” said Mist.

Ion shook her head in confusion. “Okay, whatever. Just do whatever you need to do.” She turned her back on the two and Stone Man followed suit, giving Chozo at least some illusion of privacy.

Mist pulled up Chozo’s undershirt, revealing a small bosom, and began to gently work her nipples. She pulled down her panties, already stained, she noticed, and slipped two fingers between Chozo’s legs. Mist leaned down, and as she pinched and pulled one nipple with one hand, she took the other nipple in her mouth and suckled and nibbled it. She rubbed Chozo’s clit in a steady circular motion. Then, she started to flow energy into her body.

Chozo let out a small gasp. Given the situation, even though Chozo tried to let herself open up to Mist’s touches, she really wasn’t feeling any pleasure. She wasn’t a lesbian, for one, and for another, the situation was about as non-sexual as you could get. However, the energy Mist fed into her tickled her nerves and lit up her erogenous zones. It was different from the erotic stings and vibrations of Spark’s electrical stimulation. Instead, it was like her every nerve was being softly fondled and caressed by gentle, but firm hands, being lovingly rubbed and tickled. Warmth bloomed in Chozo’s core, and she let out a soft, swooning moan.

Chozo couldn’t believe it. She’d never felt anything like this before. She’d had sex, of course, but this was making the battle-hardened warrior woman absolutely melt, practically mewing like a kitten. She lost herself in the moment and wanted to bring her arms up to embrace Mist and kiss her deeply.

And then, she felt her climax approaching, like a tidal wave surging inside her. Mist drove her fingers deep inside, and touched Chozo’s g-spot, even as she bit and pinched her nipples. She nearly tripled the energy she was pumping into Chozo, and the warrior woman let out scream of ecstasy, her body shivering helplessly in rapture. Mist let go of her nipple and leaned into Chozo’s ear, whispering a chant. A moment later, Chozo bucked wildly and cried out in orgasm, cumming so hard tears rolled down her cheeks. Mist grabbed her with one arm and held her tight, letting Chozo bite her shoulder in her desperate attempt to clutch at her. Mist pet her hair and whispered soothingly into her ear, even as she slowly eased down her stimulating energies and withdrew her fingers from Chozo’s sex.

Chozo lay dazed on the floor for amount, her whole body flushed, breathing heavily. “Chozo?” said Mist. “Are you with us?”

Chozo’s eyes refocused and she glanced up at Mist. She quickly looked away, blushing furiously. “Yeah, I think so,” she said. “You can let go now.”

Ion and Stone Man turned, Ion dropping the energy bands, but ready to reactivate them at a moments notice. Chozo got up shakily, pulling her undergarments back into place, not looking at any of them.

“I apologize,” said Mist. “It was the only way I could pull you out of it.”

“No,” said Chozo, almost muttering. “No, its fine, I just, uh, I’ve never felt… I mean… that was…”

“I think you just ruined her for all other women,” said Ion. “And men.”

Chozo immediately scowled, and then looked up, as if noticing the blood gate for the frist time. “What the hell is that?”

Mist looked at Chozo somberly. “Chozo, I’m sorry. That’s Ghostwalker. Jahi used his body for a blood gate spell, and unfortunately, the spell is fatal to the host.”

Chozo’s features immediately hardened. She looked around, spotted her armor and immediately went over and started pulling it on, ignoring the sweat and fluids coating her body. “I’m going to murder that bitch,” she said.

“You can’t,” said Mist. “She’s immortal, even in her weakened state. But you can help us capture and seal her again.”

“And she’s in the gate?” said Chozo, already halfway done.

“Yes,” said Mist. She sighed. “We should really wait for the Gamma team to get here, but…”

“But we don’t have time, do we?” said Ion, stepping toward the gate.

Mist shook her head. “The Tomb is guarded by demons and monsters bound to protect it, but I fear she will use Epsilon to fight them off, while she herself goes for her Core. Every second we wait is another second she gets closer.”

Chozo clicked the final parts of armor together, and the systems booted up, resetting from Spark and Tact’s earlier assault. “Then let’s go,” she said.

“Damn it,” said Mist. “Yes. Let’s go.” Stone Man nodded in compliance, and the four dove through the gate.

SEVEN

In an instant, they were transported into a massive chamber that appeared to have been formed from trees grown into walls. An ambient light shown down from a canopy of gold and red leaves, revealing a battlefield littered with the broken and blooded bodies of hideous demons and twisted monsters. On various spots among the rubble, the four could see the occasional armored human, bearing blasters and swords, lying among the bodies. These were the controlled Epsilon members, having fallen in battle to protect their Mistress as she made her way to the chamber’s center.

And made it she had. In the center of the room was Jahi, standing before a small wooden pillar, where a glowing sphere of golden light cast the room in blinding shadow. As the four watched, she grasped the glowing sphere and it sank into her. She screamed as the energy soaked into her being, and she herself began to glow with golden light. She grew until she was nearly twenty feet tall, and for a moment, was too bright to look at.

“No!” shouted Mist. She raised her arms and azure light erupted from her palms, blasting at the demoness. Ion and Chozo joined her, the former unleashing lightning, fire, and lasers, while the later launched explosive plasma bolts. Stone Man, lacking a ranged weapon of his own, started picking up monster bodies and hurling them like missiles at their giant target.

Jahi, still catching her breath from absorbing her Core, just made a wave with her hand, and the four were sent flying by a wave of invisible force. “Oh, my,” she said when she had composed herself. Her voice resonated as she spoke. She gazed at the four Centurions with an amused smile. “What have we here?” They got to their feet, but as they looked up, they became frozen in her presence. Jahi now radiated a palpable aura of sex, inflaming those who looked upon her with lust. Chozo, Ion, and Mist found themselves becoming aroused just looking at her. Her voice, sinfully sweet, reverberated in their minds, blotting out their thoughts, and making tremors of pleasure run through their bodies. Only Stone Man seemed unaffected by the aura of lust, but he was nonetheless intimidated by the sheer power Jahi emanated. She was as much of an elemental being as himself, only she was several orders of magnitude beyond him.

Jahi smiled sweetly at the assembled group. “My lovely dears, you wouldn’t be thinking of trying to harm me, now would you?” Her gaze zeroed in on Mist, and she grinned. “Well, well. Another of the naughty little mages.” She leaned close to Mist, who stood there paralyzed in Jahi’s aura. Mist let out a quaking groan as Jahi pushed her godly energies against the mystic, and Mist’s legs became soaked with her vaginal juices.

Chozo and Ion both raised their arms, intending to blast Jahi once more, but she glanced at them, and they, too, were overwhelmed with sensual need. “I’m afraid I can’t stay and play, my dears. Things to do. People to see. And do.” She winked. “Why don’t you three just enjoy yourselves for now, hm?”

As soon as she said that, the three women collapsed to their knees, shaking with sexual heat. They immediately pounced on one another, kissing deeply, and moaning loudly. They started frantically pulling away one another’s clothes, Chozo throwing off her armor. And then, the three were tangle of female flesh, limbs and mouths and groins twisting and writhing and bucking against one another.

Stone Man finally managed to break out of his own sense of stunned terror and rushed at Jahi. He punched her with all the strength he could muster, strength sufficient to crack the very mountain of Epsilon Base clean in half. But Jahi just caught his fist, dissipating the kinetic force of his blow. She looked at him and grinned. Then Stone Man felt himself begin to change His limbs pulled into his body, and his head broadened, the face disappearing. He felt himself shrinking until he was only a foot long, and two inches thick. He could no longer see, but he could hear the women crying in rapture. He felt himself picked up and tossed into the middle of them. A moment later, he was being lifted, and he felt himself being inserted into something tight and warm and wet.

Jahi had turned him into a living, stone dildo. And the women were so far gone, so deeply trapped in lust, they could do nothing but use him. Jahi laughed as she watched the unwitting lesbian threesome and their helpless toy writhe together. They were already screaming orgasm, but they wouldn’t stop. Not until they died from exhaustion, thirst, lack of air, or sheer sensation overload, whichever came first.

Jahi shrank herself down to human size so that she could fit through the gate again. As she tried to step through the rippling red, however, she was halted, as if running into a wall. Frowning, she pushed against it with her hand, with no success. She tried again, this time pounding and clawing at the gate, but still nothing.

“What the hell is this? Why can’t I get through?” She pounded harder on the gate. “The mage couldn’t possibly have created a seal that could hold me! I’m a goddess!”

Suddenly, however, the flesh and bone frame of the gate lit up with a faint green energy. Jahi stepped back and gawked. “No way. You’re dead! I ate your soul!”

A faint, intangible version of Ghostwalker materialized inside the gate. “One last… subconscious echo… one last… ounce of magic… kept in reserve… just in case…” The ghostly image raised its hands, and tendrils of green energy lashed out and touched the fallen Centurions, causing them to glow. A moment later, faster than the stunned Jahi could react, they were all yanked through by sheer mystical force.

Jahi snarled and pounded on the gate anew, trying to tear away the image of the deceased shaman. “No! This isn’t possible! You’re just an echo! There can’t be enough magic for you to seal me!”

“The Core… is bound to… this place…” said the image, already starting to flicker out. “The Core… cannot leave… you have joined… with it… so you, too… cannot leave…” So saying, the image of Ghostwalker reached up to the frame of the gate, and gave it a sharp tug. The frame broke, and the rippling red window of the gate vanished. The frame of blackened flesh and blood crumpled to the ground, breaking apart into ash. The shaman’s image blinked out entirely, leaving Jahi to scream in rage, and claw at the walls of the Tomb.

EIGHT

Spark awoke with a groan. She sat up, wincing, and found that she was in the medical bay of the Epsilon base. Looking around, she could see most of her teammates, and several Centurions from other teams were there. She recognized Mist, as well as several members of the Gamma team. They were tending to the rest of the Epsilon group, all of whom were still unconscious.

Spark got up and went over to Tact, who was still unconscious in the bed next to her. He was breathing evenly, but still looked pretty beat up. She kissed him on the forehead, and that’s when she realized she was no longer under Jahi’s control. Her body and mind were hers again!

Mist glanced up from where she was tending to Striker. “Ah, finally, one of you is awake. Do you remember what happened?”

Spark rubbed her head, trying to think. “There was a battle… this woman, Jahi, she…” Her eyes widened. “She took control of me. Of us. She got to me first. I was stupid and let my guard down, and she…” Spark sagged heavily back onto her bed. “Ghostwalker, is he… I mean… I saw him…”

Mist put a hand on Spark’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. He’s gone. He managed to maintain some tiny part of his spirit, along with a final charge of magic, to pull us out of the Tomb, before collapsing the blood gate he’d been turned into. At least, I believe that’s what happened.”

“Is everyone else…?”

“Alive. Near dead in some cases, but all alive. Also, Stone Man has been transmuted into a… well…” she motioned to where the dildo-shaped Stone Man was laying on one of the beds. “I can’t undo the transformation, but we’ve called for the Alchemist and Master Mage. They should have him fixed soon.” She paused. “As for the rest of you, I was able to reverse the control spell on all of you. Although, I only managed to break free of her spell myself thanks to Psion here.” She motioned to a tall, silver haired man, Gamma team’s psychic, who was currently watching over Esper. He gave a respectful nod to Spark. “Thankfully in our case, she hadn’t bound us to her will, just shot us full of lust.”

“And Jahi?” said Spark.

“Sealed in the Tomb, for now,” she said. “It won’t hold her for long, maybe a couple days, but that should be long enough for the Alpha and Omega Teams to deal with the situation. Ion has left to rejoin Alpha and appraise them of the situation.”

Spark let out a sigh of relief and dropped back onto the bed. Mist ran a hand over her, casting out a blue light. Spark flinched as the energy struck her, then relaxed as it soothed away the aches. “Try to get some rest,” said Mist.

“This is my fault,” said Spark. “If I hadn’t let her get to me…”

“She would have gotten to someone else,” said Mist. “This could have easily happened to Gamma or Sigma or Delta. I could have been the one turned into the blood gate, and it could have been Ghostwalker tending to the wounded now.” Mist sighed. “But that’s why we formed the Centurions, for exactly this kind of crisis. Sometimes there’s a threat even a whole team of us can’t beat. So when one of us falls, the rest of us are here to pull each other’s asses out of the fire.”

Spark frowned, but took some solace in her words. She closed her eyes, and let the healing energy work it’s magic.