Suddenly, the two women were standing in the void of the mind. Violet’s mind. Even though Violet was now no longer directly attached to her physical body, she still took a few moments to catch her breath, the impression of her sexual torment still powerful. But Violet willed away the phantom sensations, took a breath, and steadied herself. Here, she was unaffected by whatever Sara was doing to her body.
“Where the fuck are we?” said Sara. She tried to call forth her magic, but nothing happened. “What did you do to me?” She closed her eyes and tried to teleport away, fly away, anything, but nothing happened. She was stuck here, in a world of total darkness, with only herself and Violet floating in the void, easily visible despite the complete lack of light.
“We’re in the mindscape,” said Violet. “Everyone has one, a place where the mind goes when they dream, where subconscious thoughts brew. Right now we’re in mine. And while we’re here, you can’t access your body to use your magic.”
Sara looked at her in total shock. “No!” she said, and thrust out her hands uselessly at Violet. “No, no, no, no, no!” she screamed. “Let go of me! Let me go!”
“No,” said Violet. “You’re used to always getting what you want, aren’t you? When someone won’t give you something on demand, you use your powers to take it. Well, that’s not going to happen here. Here, I am in control.”
Sara looked at her furiously, but after a few moments, took a breath and composed herself. “Okay,” she said. “Fine. You’re in control. For now. But out there, you’re still getting fucked by my magic, and thanks to my little perpetual motor, those spells have a limitless supply of energy to them. Whatever you do, even if you leave me trapped here forever, you’ll likewise still be hanging in the air, getting fucked by my magic for the rest of your life.”
“I can alter your mind here,” said Violet. “I’ll make you stop.”
“Nah,” said Sara. “You won’t. You can’t. I know a little bit about the mindscape; one of my old lovers was a psychic. He never took me to it, but he told me about it. Here, my mind, my whole mental essence, manifests to fully realized consciousness. It’s not like in the real world where you can just reach into my brain and pluck a few synapses. You may have control over the environment in here, but the only way you’re going to alter my mind, alter me,” Sara pat her ‘body’ with her hands, “is to get me to let you. Which means you’re going to have to torture me until I break, because you’re not going to sway me over with a heroic speech, I’ll tell you that right now. I should warn you, though, I may not force myself to endure the levels of torment I put Doug through, but I’ve had my fair share of superhumanly intense experiences, painful and pleasurable.”
Violet frowned. Sara was right. They were at a stand off. Violet could control the mindscape around her, true, and use it to give Sara a taste of her own medicine, use it to torment her. But that could take a long time. Sure, in the real world not much time might pass. Months if not years in the mindscape could equal mere hours in the real world thanks to the looseness of time in dream state. But Violet had never herself spent that much time here, and she had a feeling that Sara was durable enough she could well outlast Violet in a war of attrition. Violet frowned. What could she do? She thought back to what Sara had said, trying to think of something, anything she could use against her.
“Wait,” said Violet. “What did you mean, perpetual motor for your spells?”
Sara smirked. “Don’t know much about witches do you? We draw our mana, our magic energy, from a variety of sources, but depending on what our magic focuses on, there’s certain special things that radiate an essence that are like endless supplies of mana. For me, my magic focuses heavily on sex, so I gain energy from there. But with most people its only a little bit of energy, and I end up expending almost as much as I get if I use my powers to fuck them.”
Violet’s eyes widened, saying, “But Doug?”
Sara smiled. “He’s never even realized it, but once Doug’s libido rises, he radiates my type of mana like a miniature sun. His energy not only fuels me, but it empowers me, making my abilities grow continuously stronger. Doug might have told you I was a randomly born witch. That’s almost an exaggeration. I should not have even become one. The witch blood in my ancestry is so ridiculously diluted, its pretty much non-existent. But after half a year of regular sex with Doug, the power germinated and blossomed. And the more sex we had, the stronger it got, the more powerful I got. I would make him cum over and over, each burst feeding me more energy. And that was fine for a while, but then I discovered what happened when I teased him and denied him release. Once he hit a certain state of desperation, the mana just came off him in waves.
“I would spend whole days holding back his orgasm as I stroked and sucked and fucked him and just bathed in his sexual essence, soaking up the mana like a sponge. And even though he’d give me an even more powerful surge when he came after all that teasing, I realized the energy flash was too brief. Eventually, I just stopped giving him orgasms all together, because that way, his mana production just kept climbing higher and higher. After about a year and a half, he hit a plateau, but I’ve been able to make him ride that peak ever since.”
“And when I used my illusion power to relieve him, that lowered his… his production,” said Violet. “So that’s how you knew something was up, even though he still didn’t cum when I helped him.”
“That’s right,” said Sara, looking annoyed. “I’ll give him credit, he really tried to hold out for you. He lasted one whole hour before I broke him down and he confessed it was you. Just judging from that, it’s gunna take me at least a month, maybe two, to build him back up to where he was. Even still, though, he’s radiating plenty of energy to maintain the spells I’ve set on you all. So, you’re still, quite literally, fucked.”
“Maybe,” said Violet. “And then again, maybe not.”
“Huh?” said Sara, confused.
Violet took a deep ‘breath,’ unnecessary but simply a habit to psyche herself up as she braced herself for what she was about to do.
“What the hell are you up to?” said Sara. Then she yelled, “HEY!” as Violet suddenly vanished.
Violet had braced herself as best she could, but when she roused back to the waking world, she still was not ready when the torrent of sexual energy overcame her. It took every bit of willpower not to let herself simply dissolve into whirling storm of sex which felt like it was trying to tear every cell in her body clear in half. Violet grit her teeth and concentrated on one thing, and one thing only: casting out to Doug.
She could feel his mind whirling in a torrent that made her own sexual suffering seem like a gentle breeze. But Violet did not try to enter his mind directly to reach his consciousness. No, this time she focused all her efforts in reaching the more primitive parts of his psyche. Seconds which seemed long as hours ticked by and she searched for the one thing she needed.
Her mind found it, blazing hot, the pulsing energy of his libido. She tried to push against it, to press it down, but the spells keeping it going couldn’t let her. Violet, barely able to focus, made one final desperate move. She formed her will into a blade, and, praying Doug would forgive her, she psychically lunged forward with the last of her strength. She cut Doug’s libido clean out of his psyche, then desperately scrambled for the haven of the mindscape.