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.
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.
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.
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.
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.