VIOLET VS SARA
NINE
When Violet climbed up the stairs to her apartment, she paused as she sensed, once again, the torrent of lust coming from her floor. “Oh, no…” she said. She quickly dashed up the rest of the stairs and started towards Doug’s apartment. As she passed her own door, however, her psychic senses picked up some one “calling” her name, desperation reverberating along with the intense thought. Violet’s eyes widened and she immediately whirled to her door. It was Jim. Jim was in trouble and he needed her. And Violet now realized as she cast her senses into her apartment, even while she scrambled for her keys, that lust was radiating from her place as well. Not nearly as strongly as from Doug’s apartment, but enough that Violet felt anxiety wash over her.
She burst through the door, and the first thing she saw was Jim lying naked on the floor, jerking and gasping, his penis hard and flinging pre-cum about as it bucked in the air. She practically leaped over to him, going down on her knees just behind his head and clasping his head in her hands. She reached out to touch his mind and for a moment, saw what he saw, felt what he felt. She could see that in his own mind, he was trapped in an illusion of women using him over and over and over again, and he was helpless to stop them and helpless to stop himself from responding. And his lust was boiling over, his need for release burning away at his sanity.
“V-violet…” Jim gasped as the touch of her mind briefly helped him focus back on the real world. But then, just as quickly, he went under and Violet fought to regain her hold on him. She had it in her grasp; she realized Jim was still conscious, and that the illusion was affecting his conscious mind. Violet realized if she could just pull him down into one of her illusions, into dream state, she could release him from the torment.
She began to pull him down as gently as she could, when suddenly, something yanked her clear off the floor. She was flipped upwards and for a moment, felt like she was in free fall. Then, her body slammed into the wall, her limbs forced spread eagle and she found herself stuck in place, like a bug in a web. A moment later, her clothes were suddenly torn apart, falling from her body in scraps. Violet shook her head, forcing herself to get her bearings, and it was only then she saw her.
Sara was standing against the far wall; the door had obscured her when Violet first entered. She was naked, and smiling evilly at Violet, like a vampress from some erotic horror story eyeing a new victim.
“Oh, Violet,” said Sara. “I see you at last. And my, my, you are so very pretty.” She stepped up close to Violet and her right hand reached out to cup Violet’s left breast. Violet felt her nipples harden, as a tingling sensation seemed to emanate from Sara’s hand, intensifying as it got closer to her flesh. Violet’s body broke out in goose bumps, and she grit her teeth.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Violet snapped and she lashed out with her mind. Sara gasped, clutching her head and stumbling back. Violet had hoped Sara would drop her, but she stayed stuck to the wall; she remembered what Doug had said about her powers. Sara was a witch not a psychic; it was a spell that stuck Violet to the wall, Sara did not have to consciously maintain the bind like a telekinetic. Violet struggled, but to no avail.
Sara seemed to recover and her face contorted into a snarl. She raised her arm and with a flick of her fingers, Violet felt herself yanked forward from the wall. Her legs and arms were wrenched behind her and Violet found herself hogtied by invisible bonds. She continued forward and she felt Sara’s hand catch her by the throat. Gasping and choking, Violet tried to lash out again, striking harder, but even though she flinched, Sara didn’t stagger this time. Violet felt her psychic lash strike a barrier and she couldn’t push through.
“You little bitch,” said Sara. “I was going to start slow with you, but if you want to skip right to the rough stuff, I’m game.” Sara reached down with her other hand and hooked two fingers forcefully into Violet’s vagina. Violet’s body seized up and her eyes nearly popped out of her skull, her mouth contorting into a large “O.” Then suddenly, she found her breath and Violet let out a scream as her body shook violently in the air. Violet was overcome by sensations of searing pleasure, like her every nerve had become 100 times more sensitive just before being struck by a thousand lightning bolts of raw, primal sexual energy. Her clitoris and g-spot exploded in a rapid series of mind-rending bursts of pleasure. It was as if all the best orgasms of her life had been concentrated into a single blinding moment, and she was being hit by that burst of sensation over and over and over.
Sara grinned sadistically as she felt Violet’s mind surge outward, intending to flail savagely at Sara’s mind, but only for her strikes to go wild and be overridden by the raw primal pleasure. Sara grit her teeth to maintain her grasp on Violet and prevent her mind from being overwhelmed by the psychic’s fury, but she held strong. However, Sara also began to sense little explosions of sexual energy all around them. In the brief moments between Violet’s screams of agonizing ecstasy and her ragged gasping for air, Sara could hear loud shouts from the surrounding apartments. Sara let out a laugh of pure delight as she realized nearly everyone in the apartment complex was doubling over with bone-rattling orgasms as Violet’s wild lashing did nothing more than carry fractions of the pleasure Sara was making her feel directly into the minds of her neighbors. Sara could sense those who didn’t explode right away immediately start masturbating or humping the nearest surface, lovers pouncing on each other to release the sudden surge of sexual pressure. And on the floor next to them, Jim wailed, getting hit with the strongest of the stray lust shots, causing Sara to only laugh more at the irony.
Sara’s thumb worked against Violet’s clit and she stepped up her manipulations. Violet felt an invisible force, a mystic phallus, slide into her pussy, filling her, touching off every nerve in her body. The magical penis stretched her almost to the point it hurt, moving in her, sliding in and out of her smoothly and quickly. And then, she felt another one, another sensation of being fucked, as if two phantom penises overlapping each other were fucking her with separate but equally maddening rhythms. Then a third joined, and a fourth, and a fifth, and so on, until a dozen phantom cocks where fucking her in a dozen different speeds, angles and little extra motions; she could feel the pleasure from each cock separately and then that pleasure pooled together with the energy stimulating her clitoris and g-spot, making her core go nova with raw sensual agony. She should have passed out, should probably have died by now, but Sara’s magic did not let her escape.
Fluid was practically gushed from Violet’s wildly convulsing pussy, running down her legs and dripping off her knees. Sara’s whole arm was soaked. Violet’s face and chest were glistening as she cried tears of absolute rapture. Violet’s mind was screaming, and she continued to lash out, unable to stop herself from projecting the inhuman pleasure to others. She tried vainly to batter and hammer away at Sara, but the witch’s shields were too strong, deflecting every psychic attack. There was nothing Violet could do, Sara was too strong to fight.
Violet, so thoroughly and quickly overwhelmed, began to realize she couldn’t resist Sara. She could only submit to her, could only accept that she was Sara’s toy and pray that her owner would eventually feel merciful. Violet had no choice but to embrace…
Embrace…
For a moment, Violet’s eyes flashed, and with one final desperate move, she reached out to Sara’s mind. Only this time, Violet didn’t try to fight her, didn’t try to push her away; rather she took hold of Sara’s mind, and drew her into herself. Into the cool, calm, darkness her psyche.