The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Light and Shadows 8: Bright Pain

by J. Darksong & Baltimore Rogers

Epilogue:

The day of Jessica DuMont’s funeral was a dark, dreary day, with a constant rain, as if the heavens themselves were saddened at her passing. Somewhat recovered from my wounds, I stood silently at the grave site as the preacher delivered the Eulogy, clad in my best black dress, which covered the bandages quite nicely, and a pair of matching heels. The turnout was good, larger than I’d expected, what with Jessica’s other friends and family members, and my friends and family. Aunt Eva, Uncle Parker, Aunt Veronica, and little Lucy all sat together across from my mom and dad, just returned home from Midas City. Also in attendance, Aunt Sarah and Aunt Valerie had made the trip down, as well as Yancy, her cousin Mina, from the Whitner side of her family, and Counterspell, her former partner and Mina’s new girlfriend. Even Sylvia and Nikki, and the rest of the band had showed up to pay their respects, with Sylvia singing a soul-stirring dirge at the end in her memory.

It was a beautiful service, love I whispered silently, standing by her gravestone later, laying down a small bouquet of red roses. You would have loved it. And... it was humbling, seeing how many people came out, despite the weather. I can only hope as many people show up to my funeral when my time finally comes...

Taking a moment to greet and speak to everyone, including a long heartfelt conversation with Aunt Sarah and a long overdue apology to Yancy, I finally worked my way through the crowd of well wishers to the architect of the funeral services, Bethany DuMont herself. “Mrs. DuMont,” I said gently, once everyone else had moved away, “I just wanted to thank you again for changing your mind and letting me help with to the funeral.”

“Oh, of course, dear,” she said with a sad smile. “I’m sorry about before. I was... a real... b-bitch,” she stated, frowning slightly, as if surprised by her own words. “It was wrong to take out my anger and frustration on you. It was just... she was my baby, you know? My only child...”

“I know, ma’am,” I said softly, pulling her into a hug. “I miss her too... so very very much.”

We stood like that for a long moment, two people, very different but joined together in tragedy. Finally, sniffling a bit, I pulled back. “So, um... I was thinking... maybe we could go out to lunch some time and talk? There’s so much about Jessica’s life, about the time we spent together, that you should know—”

“No, dear, I don’t think so,” Mrs. DuMont replied stiffly. “No offense, Katherine, but I do not intend to stay in this city any longer than I have to.” She sighed softly. “I’ve been in contact with my older sister in Florida. I’ve decided to move there permanently.”

“Y... you’re moving?” I asked, disappointed and a more than a little sad. I’d hoped to have the chance to connect with Mrs. DuMont a bit more after things died down a bit, to kind of clear the air between us. Get some level of closure for the both of us... “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow morning. The house is already on the market, totally cleaned out and open. My furniture and belongings are all packed up. My realtor is having me a check mailed out to me as soon as she gets a buyer. In fact, the only reason I stayed in River City this long was for the funeral.” She sighed softly. “First my husband... and now my daughter. This place, this city... there are no good memories for me here anymore. I just need to... go.”

I nodded softly as she walked way. I sighed myself and turned to find Aunt Eva staring at me, no doubt listening in on the conversation. She simply nodded at me and walked on to join my mom and dad. It made me think... Mrs. DuMont’s call and offer to let me help with the funeral arrangements HAD come out of the blue, her only explanation being that she’d “changed her mind” about the situation. And Evangeline HAD been in town recently the day before she’d called me. I pondered the idea that maybe she’d had a little ‘talk’ with Jessica’s mom... and decided I was probably better off not knowing.

“It was a nice ceremony,” Sioban said to me after a moment, as I met up with her and Tawnya. “How’re you holding up?”

“I’m... feeling okay, actually,” I said, giving her a small smile. “Better than I thought I would. But I guess it’s mostly thanks to the love and support of my friends,” I said hugging them both to me tightly, then giving each of them a soft gentle kiss. “Thanks guys. And thanks for coming out for this.”

“Hey, Jessica was our friend, too, yanno?” Tawnya pointed out with a smirk. “I just wish we’d gotten the chance to know her better.”

“You mean the way you’ve come to ‘know’ me?” I said with a bit of a leer than made the tall girl blush. “Just kidding, T. I know what you meant. And yeah... I’m really sure we all would have been the best of best friends.”

“Yeah, me too,” Tawnya said with a deep sigh of regret. “Well, guys, I’d better get going. My plane leaves in a few hours, and I need to get packed.”

“Are you sure about this, T?” I asked, moderately concerned. “I know Nigel trusts that you’re ready for this... and I know Jimmy’s in trouble...”

“Hey, I’ll be fine,” she said with an easy smile, reassuring me. “I’m just going out to help coordinate the search... to help out the team that’s already there looking for him. I doubt there will be any major fireworks like what happened at the mansion, but even then, I’ll be part of a group of experienced heroes. Trust me, it’ll be fine.”

I glanced at Sioban, biting my lip. I knew pretty much what was going through her mind... that she wished SHE was going instead of Tawnya, or at least going with her. And a very large part of me wanted her to go, too... wanted her to go out and do what she was born to do, the same thing I was born to do: help those in need. And right now my brother Jimmy was the one in need.

Still, I couldn’t help but be glad that she was sticking around to watch over me... and take care of Nigel and the family as well, of course. If Serpentina was half the evil conniving bitch her reputation made her out to be, then it was a sure bet that she’d retaliate for Mr. Grimalde making a move on her... and until she was captured and neutralized, things would stay on DEFCON 1 at Casa de Grimalde.

And, truth be told, I was actually a little concerned about myself. I’d... well not exactly ‘blacked out’ during my confrontation with Sureshot at the end, but I’d kind of lost myself. Even now the whole experience seemed unreal, more like a dream than anything else. And I couldn’t remember exactly WHAT had happened, HOW I’d managed to stop that madman. It was all sort of... well, jumbled... inside my head. Still, the important thing was that whatever I’d done had worked. My friends and family were safe... at least for the moment.

“Come on,” Sioban said after a bit. “We’d better get going as well. If you’re going to be staying at the mansion with me for the next couple of weeks we’d better grab some more clothes from your parent’s place.” She smirked. “Besides, I’m a little jealous of Tawyna. I’d like to see about getting a Neuroweave replacement for my costume as well.” Her eyes twinkled playfully, causing my tummy to do flip flops. “She mentioned the experience was... enjoyable. I’m looking forward to you doing it to me as well.“

“Well, then, by all means, let’s head out,” I said grinning, grabbing her by the hand, leading her through the crowd.

* * *

When we got to her car, I just had to grin. I hadn’t even seen her car before today. Big advantage of the power of flight, right? We had just somehow never needed one to get us where we were going. This morning when she pulled up to the front door I couldn’t believe it. What do you think? Bookish college professor, conscientious environmentalist, not exactly a “party girl”, what kind of car do YOU imagine she drove? Smart car? Prius? Leaf? Okay, maybe if she was feeling wild, a Cabriolet convertible?

WAY wrong! How about a freakin’ Porsche Spyder?!? That’s right, she got Nigel to buy her a car that cost more than most people’s houses! Now I don’t know much about cars, but this one was impressive just to look at. And besides that, I had plenty of time to learn about it as well. Long drive to the funeral, then the slow procession to the gravesite. I was kinda fragile, still thinking about Jess. I didn’t want to talk for fear I’d fall apart. So my wonderful friend Sioban filled the dead air with talk about compression ratios and fuel injection and high-torque electric motors and carbon-fibre and 0-60 acceleration and 60-0 breaking. It made my head spin, but I loved it. Or rather, I loved how she loved it.

So now it was after the funeral and time for us to climb into the car again. There she stood, redheaded angel with a devilish grin and a scandalous little black dress, holding the door for me. Chivalry is not dead! Before I stepped into the car, though, I held her elbow, lightly but firmly, so she’d know I was serious.

“Sioban,” I breathed, “We have unfinished business.”

Suddenly the most interesting thing in Sioban’s world was the tops of her shoes. What could turn my wise, confident friend into a shy child? She was afraid of whatever it was that she was holding in. That thought alone made me afraid too.

But... something inside of me stiffened my spine. I had to know. I lifted her chin.

“Not now, Katie,” she pleaded. “Please. Not... Not today. I swear I’ll tell you, but let me pick the right time.”

I nodded, satisfied with that, kissed her gently, and took my seat. Then she climbed in, pulled on her honest-to-God, No-foolin’ leather driving gloves, and away we went.

* * *

Laraby J. Fredrickson sat numbly in his cell, staring at the wall, in the same position he’d been in since morning roll call. His shirt was somewhat damp, the steady drip-drip-drip of drool from the corner of his mouth contributing to the stain. His mind felt numb, as it had for the past several days, since the day the police had slapped the cuffs on him and brought him in. Something was wrong, he thought dimly. Something was very wrong. His head... felt wrong... inside. Incomplete. As if something had opened the very essence of his personality, of his memory, of his being, reading him like a book and then dumping white-out over all the important parts...

The sound of the cell door opening stirred a feeling in him, a vague sense of concern, but not enough to warrant an actual response, so he merely continued to stare at the wall. “Got a cellmate for ya, Fredrickson,” the guard said with a chuckle, slamming the door close behind him. Laraby merely blinked as the stranger, a large, heavyset bald man with several tattoos, came and sat down, not on the free bunk, but on HIS bunk, grabbing him roughly by the collar to glare at him.

“Well, well, well,” he newcomer sneered. “So this is the famous Sureshot... the legendary hitman. The guy who’s very name used to cause made men to wet their pants!” He laughed sardonically, wiping his hand on Laraby’s pants. “You look to me like nothing more than a damned zombie, a fucking drooling vegetable.” He sneered. “And I hear it was a little teenage GIRL that did this to you, huh?” Still no response. Irritated, the man sighed, showing the unresponsive cellmate away in disgust.

“Heh. Well, that’s a damn shame. I’d actually hoped this would be more fun,” he grumbled, reaching down to unbutton his pants. “I usually like my victims to at least know when they’re being fucked over. Still, I think I’ll be able to take SOME amount of pleasure from this, knowing this is just the start of our new ‘relationship’.”

Freeing his cock, rubbing it idly into full readiness, he grabbed his cell mate again, shoving him back down into the bunk, grabbing the man’s pants and sliding them down around his ankles. “Oh, yeah, and one last little thing, Bitch,” he said, as he lined himself up and forced himself in. “Blackfinger sends his regards!”

* * *

“So... wanna test it again?” I asked, repressing a grin. Sioban, however, had no such constrictions.

“No, no, no,” she said giggling, the sound setting off tiny fireworks in my pleasure centers, “I think I’m good now. Thanks.”

“Are you... sssuuuuuuuurrrrrreee?” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows at her.

“You wretch,” she responded with a grin. “you just want to see me naked again!”

I considered my response, and decided to go with honesty. “Hell yes! I love looking at your sweet sexy curves almost as much as I enjoy touching them. But... it was an honest question.“

She pressed her lips together and looked at me like she could see through my skull.

“Really! I just wanted to make sure your new Neuroweave costume is comfortable, and that you’re used to how it works. It’s a little... disconcerting at first.”

Sioban blushed, her exposed fair skin turning nearly as scarlet as her hair. Even warned a bit beforehand that the neural link connections with the fabric would be, ah, pleasant... she hadn’t expected just how good it would feel. She’d actually had an orgasm during the procedure, and she swore that Katie had prolonged the procedure just to draw it out and make her cum. Not that she was complaining, of course.

“I think I have the hang of it, yes,” she replied softly, closing her eyes, demonstrating it by slipping seamlessly from her casual clothing to her green-on-green costume, and back, all in just a couple of seconds. And yes, I very much enjoyed the view. Purrrrrr.

“There, see? So... what’s next?”

“You, my dear,” I said cheerfully, “have a meeting with Nigel, then you’re due back on campus for a sit-down with the Dean of your Department. After that... I was thinking maybe we could go grab a late lunch? Maybe see a movie?” I shrugged. “We have a few hours to kill before we head out on patrol together... my first patrol going out as Luminaire since Jessica’s death. I’d prefer to be as loose and relaxed as possible beforehand.“

“Well, there are other ways of getting you... loose... and relaxed,” she said suggestively, and it was my turn to blush crimson.

“Ahh... um, let’s just, um, keep our plans open, then,” I said with a shy glance down. “In the meantime, hon, I need to get going myself. I promised to stop by and pay Connie a visit, and check up on Darryl as well.”

* * *

“So, you’re heading back home?” Lacie asked, handing a glass of soda over to her guest.

“Thanks,” Sarah LaSilvas replied, drinking deeply. “And yes, we’re heading back shortly.”

“Ah, I’d kind of hoped you and Valerie would stay a while,” she said with a small pout, “so I could return the favor? You letting me stay with you in Midas while Eugene was being treated at the hospital... it was a godsend.” She smiled softly. “You probably saved my life.”

“Oh, I think you’re exaggerating,” Sarah replied with a soft grin. “Besides, it was mutual. After everything I’ve been though, you helped me heal as much as I helped you.”

Lacie snorted. “Yeah right. There’s no comparison. That’s like the doctor thanking the patient for the privilege of operating on them.” She moved over to her friend, hugging her warmly, kissing her lips gently. “Thank you, Sarah. For everything.”

Sarah blushed lightly, her chrome cheeks burning a hot dark deep silver, glancing down and away, unable to meet Lacie’s gaze. “Geez... you’re embarrassing me. And, really... it was totally mutual. I meant what I said before... I really do wish you and I were sisters.” She chuckled slightly, blushing darker as she considered. “Though, I suppose that would make us closer in a completely different way.“

Lacie giggled, giving her another soft kiss. “You and your ‘familiar relations’... well, a little sisterly love never hurt anyone. Oh... speaking of which, have your daughters already gone back?”

Sarah nodded. “They left a little while ago after talking to Katie one last time.” She sighed softly. “Are you sure she’s going to be all right, Lace? She mentioned her ‘plan’, and that you and Eugene and Eva had signed off on it?” She frowned slightly. “I’m not sure how I feel about that. I know Nigel Grimalde is a changed man and all, but...”

“Yes, I had my misgivings too, at first,” she admitted. “But you yourself know what kind of man he really is. He might have a somewhat cold, calculating exterior... but underneath it all, he’s a good man. You yourself actually released his girls from the mind control he used on them all those years ago... and YOU were the one that told ME how they all choose to stay with him, despite everything!”

“Not all of them,” she pointed out. “The oldest one, Delores... she chose to leave.“

“Actually, she is still with him,” Lacie said softly, correcting her. “She just needed a vacation... needed some downtime to recover a bit from the shock of suddenly being released, and the realization of everything that had happened to her. I talked to her recently, and she’s actually doing very well... kinda following my example, she went to spend time with an old friend for a few weeks.” Sarah smiled again, the dark tint to her cheeks returning, and Lacie laughed.

“Well, I’d better head out now,” she said after one last soft ‘sisterly’ kiss, “otherwise I might end up staying far longer than I intended.”

“Not that I’d complain about that,” Lacie said with a chuckle. “But remember what I said, love. Take care of yourself. You’re still not fully healed from your ordeal yet, and I want you around for a few more years yet. And, don’t be a stranger! Like I told your daughters, there’s no excuse anymore for NOT visiting! I might not be able to teleport around the world in the blink of an eye anymore but it doesn’t mean you can’t drop by now and again!“

Vanishing in a brief flash of light, Lacie sighed softly. Damn... she’s only been gone for fifteen seconds and I miss her already. Moving back to the kitchen, putting away the dishes, she looked up just as Eva walked in from outside.

“Lacie, sweetie, has Sarah gone back to Midas already?” she asked, glancing around.

“Yep. Just missed her.”

“Awww, dammit,” she said with shake of her head. “I wanted to say goodbye.... and ask her about something.”

Lacie glanced up. “About what? You sound concerned. Did something happen?”

Eva frowned, considering. “Well... that’s just it. I’m not exactly sure. Tell me... did Katie seem a bit... different to you when you talked to her recently?”

Lacie frowned, thinking about the question. “Well, yes, I suppose. She sounded a lot more confident and settled than she has in weeks. But, that was to be expected, right? That’s why we all talked about it and agreed to let her submit to Nigel Grimalde... that as unconventional as it might be, letting him program her would actually provide some much needed stability in her life right now.”

“But that’s just it. I talked with Angela at the funeral, and she said that Katie never went through with the programming! After the attack at their mansion, and then getting everyone medical treatment, then all the funeral arrangements, they never had the chance to follow up and get it done!” She sighed, shaking her head. “Despite that, she seems almost unnaturally calm and collected. And I noticed... she didn’t shed a single tear at the funeral. Not a single one! And afterwards, she was smiling and joking a bit with her friends, as if she’d moved on that quickly.”

“Well... isn’t that a good thing?” Lacie countered. “Isn’t that what we all wanted?”

“True... but it’s... it’s just...” She growled in frustration. “Dammit Lacie, I’m an expert at this, and I’m telling you that this kind of recovery is just not natural! Before, she was so consumed with grief and anger and sadness that she tried to kill herself multiple times! Now, suddenly, she’s all better, acting perfectly happy and content, with no problems whatsoever? It’s just not... I hate to say it’s impossible, but it’s DAMN unlikely” She hesitated a moment before continuing. “And... Well... There’s another thing. I... I can’t read her anymore.“

“What do you mean, ‘read her’?”

“I can’t read her mind. It’s... weird. I mean, I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I’m not exactly a novice at this, you know? Psyche is probably the strongest mind I’ve ever met, and even fully shielded, knowing that I’m scanning her, I can STILL pick up stray thoughts from her. Master... Eugene, his mind is psychically hardened from all our years of training and practice together. Unless he allows it, I can’t penetrate his defenses without literally crushing his mind! And yet, even from him, I get static, actual thoughts, even though it comes across as gibberish. And even YOU, Lacie... back when you went missing, when you grandmother first brought you to Asgard—”

“Yggdrasil,” Lacie corrected her with a smirk.”

“Whatever. To Norse Goddess Heaven World. Even then, with you literally OUT of this world in another dimension, I was able to sense your presence, some piece of you, through the Veil, to know you were still alive! With Katie right now... I get nothing. NOTHING! It’s like she’s a ghost of something... like her mind is coated in Teflon and there’s nothing MY mind can lock onto.”

Lacie frowned, considering. Her Sisters, and her Grandmother, had all warned her away from interfering with Katie’s ‘growth’, that she would be going through a crucible of some kind in the coming weeks, and that Lacie shouldn’t interfere... that involving herself directly would have ‘dire consequences’, even worse than interfering with Eugene’s life-or-death battle with Duncan.

“Just... let it go, Eva,” she said after a while. Seeing the look of disbelief on her friend and lover’s face, she clarified. “I have every reason to believe that whatever is happening with Katie right now is something destined to happen. I don’t know what, but my, ah, ‘Asgardian’ Sisters warned me that something would be happening to her soon, and that as much as I wanted to, I could not interfere.”

“So... what? We’re supposed to just sit back and watch while your daughter has a mental meltdown?!?” Eva asked, incredulously. “And we’re supposed to trust and take the advice of your so-called Sisters, the same group of people that warned you off about saving your own husband’s life, and punished you by taking away your powers when you did?”

Lacie winced slightly. “Okay, I know they haven’t exactly been the most reasonable group when it comes to people’s personal feelings... but in the end, they were right. I acted out of emotion, out of personal need and desire, rather than acting for the public good, or even for Eugene’s good. I put my flawed perception of the needs of one man over the needs of the rest of the world.

“And in the end... they were right. Eugene would have been just fine without my help. He had everything planned out, just as he always did. My arrival only... complicated things.” She closed her eyes, a flash of pain and sorrow running through her before she could suppress it. With an effort, she pushed it aside. “The point is, despite how things worked out, I trust their judgment. Moreover, I trust my daughter’s judgment. No matter what she’s going through, I know in my heart that Katie will do the right thing.”

* * *

“You know, you’re supposed to be convalescing,” I said idly, running a hand along a long slender bare leg, my light touch raising actual goosebumps along the sensitive girl’s delicate flesh. “You know? Healing up? It’s only been a week since you were shot.“

“Th... the same... could be said... for you, you know?” Constance Yamanohana murmured softly, eyes fluttering in pleasure as I slowly gently massaged my way gently up her sweet sexy form. “Y-you were.. mmmm... shot too, yanno? And... nnnhhhnnn... worse than me...”

I smiled at her concern. “Maybe... but I heal really fast. Not as fast as Bon-bon and T-baby,” I said with a wicked grin, as I swept down to caress the lovely Asian girl’s tiny little feet, “but I get by. I am Omega Girl’s daughter, after all. I like to think I inherited more than just her figure and bust size.”

Connie replied with a giggle, a cute sound that nearly made me want to pounce on her and ravished her the way she so very much wanted... but I managed to restrain myself. Barely. “Oh, now, don’t be so hard on yourself, Katie. You can’t compare yourself to Omega Girl... she’s well, she’s Omega Girl! Besides, you’re plenty special all on your own.” She reared back, pressing her nimble little toes up against my bared breasts, tweaking my nipples lightly, coercing a moan out of me. “Besides,” she added cheekily, “there’s absolutely NOTHING wrong with your figure.”

“Naughty girl,” I chided her, running my fingers briskly along the bottoms of her feet, eliciting a cute high pitched squeal, followed by raucous buoyant laughter. “I’m the one playing with you, remember?” Stopping my ‘torment’ I eased seamlessly into gentle massaging, accompanied by soft gentle kisses along each toe one by one. “Just lie there and relax... and let me pamper you a bit. I’m trying to ‘pay you back’, with interest, remember?“

“OOohhhh... I’m definitely interested” Connie swooned, sighing softly as I added my tongue to the mix, nibbling and sucking on her toes lightly while my hands slowly made their way back down her calves and up her thighs... and that oh so sweet special place between them.

“Oooohhh fffuucckk...” she groaned, tensing up for moment before going limp again as I redoubled my efforts, releasing her slick dainty digits only to kiss and suckle my way slowly up her legs, moving agonizingly slow, prolonging the sensations as I worked every single nerve cluster and erogenous zone on her beautiful body. Reaching her soft delicate folds, I gave them each a soft gentle kiss before moving up further, nibbling and kissing her inner thighs, having to use a bit of super strength to hold her down and keep her from clamping them around my head.

“Aaahhhh... you tease...” she moaned as my attention wandered ever upwards, playing with her soft flat tummy, grinning evilly as I remembered some of the things I’d grilled Sioban and Tawyna about earlier. “Aaahhh... nooo... no no no nonoooohooohahahahahaaa! Doooonnnttt tiiiiicklllleeee” she giggled as I began teasing and stroking her tickle spots there as well. “Not fair, not fair! I’m injjurreeehehehereeeeddd” she protested.

“Now, now, Connie-babe,” I admonished her, lightening my touches again, finding that perfect balance between ticklish irritant and erotic caress, “I know what I’m doing. You put yourself in my capable hands, and said you trusted me, right?” Not giving her a chance to answer, I surged forward, kissing her hard and deep, tongue wrestling for a moment as my hands began playing with her cute little C-cups, tickling her hard little nips, causing her to squirm deliciously in my arms. I was careful, however, ever mindful of her shoulder, despite the insistence that she take her daily dose of pain meds before we started. This was all about pleasure and seduction, not pain. That could come later, once she was fully healed... if she was in the mood.

Mmm... more... MORE!

I sighed, releasing her mouth, sucking in air as my head spun slightly. I wasn’t sure whose voice I was hearing in my head, hers or my own... but I agreed with it wholeheartedly. “More...” I murmured, my eyes flashing for just a moment, as I felt something within me... shift, my vision tinted with a slight purple edge. “You want more, Connie-babe? Then let me deliver.”

“Hey... what?” she gasped in surprise, finding herself suspended in midair, surrounded by a think nimbus of yellow light. “What is this? What are you—”

“Shh, just relax, baby,” I murmured, kissing her again to silence her. “It’s all about pleasing you, remember? You’re perfectly safe, sweetie... I promise. I’d never do anything to hurt you. Just relax...” I said, gesturing, causing the Light cocoon to shift, gently causing her legs to spread, “and let me make you feel better than you could have dreamed possible.”

“Hmmm... this is really nice,” she said, sighing, relaxing as I’d asked, “like floating... on a nice warm cloud...”

Ah, but it gets even better, I thought with an evil grin, focusing my powers again. The light enveloping my sweet sexy lover began to pulse, lightly, gently, like a full body vibrator. “OOhhh!” she gasped in surprise, then giggled again, flexing her fingers and toes. “Mmmmm.. feels... tee hee hee... reallly nice... especially... down there... hehehe... but also... tickles... just a bit..“

“I know,” I replied, floating up to join her, merging her light and mine, pulling her tight against me, our legs conforming, scissoring perfectly. “This is my... my...hehehee... favorite thing...” I managed, nearly overcome by the sensations I was generating. “mmm... maybe second favorite,” I amended, alternating the pulsations slightly, focusing directly on our pussies and nipples, turning both of our arousals to HIGH. Skin against skin, flesh against flesh, with nothing, not even gravity interfering, only pure sensation, pure eroticism... it was sheer perfection.

And it was time to push it to the next level.

“AAAHHHHHHH!!” Connie cried out in bliss as she felt herself penetrated, slowly and deeply fucked, her hot wet pussy filled impossibly deep, impossibly tight, by the most perfect cock she could imagine, hitting all the deepest and most hidden nooks and crannies within her slick channel. Then I shifted, pushing my hips forward, and she screamed again, cumming against me, her own shudders of pleasure forcing the light back up into ME, igniting MY orgasm as well. Crying out, I bucked into her, restarting the cycle, both of us fucking each other with a double-ended dildo made of sheer intangible Light. Warm, intense, pulsing, teasing and stroking us everywhere at once, hitting EVERY pleasure point, every erogenous zone, stroking clits, pussies, nipples, earlobes, fingers, toes... even the cleft of our asses sang with the pleasure of a thousand expert phantom hands and tongues.

I was in my bliss. I was in heaven. And only the niggling insistent thought that the last person I’d done this with was Jessica was enough to keep it from being perfect.

And only the thought of what I needed to do kept me from succumbing to the pleasure myself.

With will power that no one who knew me would ever believe I had, I disengaged, separating from Connie, gently bringing us both back down to the bed. I was panting heavily, weak in the knees, still shuddering from the pleasure overload, but managed a smile as I leaned forward to caress my sweet little Japanese beauty, stroking her head, watching her eyes roll up into her skull as even THAT simple touch set her back off again. “Well, sweetie, I did promise you more orgasms that you could handle, after all,” I said softly, straddling her hips, holding her pinned. With a gesture, her arms rose above her head, shackled in place with bindings of Light, and her ankles spread and locked into place as well, her soft tender ticklish feet unfortunately out of reach for the moment. Ah, well.

“Sweet, lovely, Constance,” I said, placing a glowing pulsing fingertip lightly against her left nipple. “Beautiful, sexy, Constance,” I said, placing a second glowing digit on her other nipple. “So special... so talented. And... so important to what I have planned.” I removed my hands, but the soft pale glow continued around her breasts. “You see, Connie-baby, I had a thought recently, while I was recovering from my own wounds. I thought to myself... Sureshot was an evil, lowdown, dirty piece of human garbage... but when all was said and done, he did me a favor.” Connie blinked, babbling incoherently, so I shifted slightly, grinding my pussy against hers, sending her back into Nirvana.

“When he stood over me, taunting me, he said that I’d done him a favor by blinding him... that losing his eyesight actually made his ‘vision’ even better than before. Well, Connie, this time he gave ME a great gift as well. He gave me... clarity. He taught me a very important lesson, one that I don’t intend to forget.” Continuing to grind against my semi-conscious sex partner, I leaned forward, kissing her, feeling her respond completely on instinct alone. She was close to the edge now... very close to the level of bliss I needed her to reach.

“Sureshot showed me that the world is a very dark and evil place,” I continued after a second. “He showed me that if good people fail to do what is right, then evil will reign... it will run roughshod over the innocent, chew then up and spit them out. ‘The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing’,” I stated.

“Edmond Burke. I had to look it up on the web,” I confessed, shrugging lightly. “Anyway, this is a city of crime and unrest, and yet there are so many heroes and heroines out there.”

My expression went hard. “The problem is that so many of us fail to do what is necessary to safeguard the people we protect. I... failed to do what was necessary...” I said, my motions against Connie slowing, my eyes welling with tears, “to protect Jessica. I nearly failed to do what needed to be done to safeguard you, and the rest of your friends...“

My resolve returned. I blinked back the wetness from my eyes. “But no longer. From now on, I will do whatever I have to do to protect the people I love... even from themselves if necessary.”

“Uuuuuuhhnnnnnn...” Constance groaned, eyes fluttering, chest heaving, finally reaching the plateau, a level of constant stimulation, constant orgasmic level bliss, past the point of human endurance yet unable to pass out, unable to slip into unconsciousness. Constance was the key, the linchpin that I needed to put my plan into action. Her psychic powers, while apparently weak compared to others of her kind, were certainly formidable enough to ensnare and convert any normal mind, one not trained to resist such an invasion. Furthermore, I knew she was being trained by my Aunt Eva, taught how best to use her small talent to big effect. Connie was the key to everything, and as I stroked and caressed and teased the poor delicate dear past the point of no return, I plunged to fingers deep within Connie’s own hot wet little keyhole...

And turned her lock.

“Good girl, Connie-baby,” I murmured softly as she cried out again, cumming almost brutally against my hands, humping mindlessly, her existence reduced to my voice and the pleasure exploding between her legs. “Good girl. Such a sweet obedient little thing. I know what you want... what you need. And if you continue to be my good little ‘connie baby’, I will give it to you. And you will be my good little connie-baby, won’t you? Say ‘yes’ baby, say ‘yes’ like a good little girl would.“

“Yyyyyyyyeeesssss!” she managed, eyes staring sightlessly ahead.

I smiled. “Good girl,” I answered, sending a pulse of warm light down my fingers, into the deepest part of her sex. Her mouth went wide open, but this time no words came. I needed to move this along; too much of this and her heart might burst from overstimulation. “Now, connie-baby, my good good girl, you’ll do whatever I ask you to, no matter what it is... because deep down in the deepest part of you, you know that only I can give you this pleasure... this powerful, all-consuming, all-encompassing level of pleasure. Only me. And you would do ANYTHING to feel it again.” I smiled kissing her again, staring into her face, dazed brown eyes staring sightlessly into black and violet ones. “Don’t worry, though, sweetie... there’s no need to worry about it. No need to even think about it. Just relax, and let it fade from your memory... from your conscious mind, going down deep inside you, just like the pleasure. All you need to remember is that you’ve had the best time... the best fucking sex of your life...” I paused, considering for a moment. “...besides being with your Master, Nigel, that is,” I added with a smirk.

I withdrew my fingers from her pussy—not an easy task with the death grip her love tunnel was exerting—and immediately Constance let out a deep sigh, passing out cold. I stared down at her... my first convert. My first acolyte. I smiled, gently caressing her face. I loved her... had actually begun to like her the first time she spoke to me when I went to visit Nigel and make my proposal a week ago. A week... so short a time, and yet it seemed a lifetime ago. Everything was different now. I was different now. Slipping into bed next to her, cuddling our naked bodies together, I let my eyes close, drifting off. I had a lot of work ahead of me... so very much to do. But for now, at least, I could rest.

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