As Jim and Violet walked up the steps to their apartment, Violet paused. The two had only been living there a week, and Violet had not had the chance to fully adjust to the ambient mental buzz of the place. Violet didn’t usually have to worry about sensing thoughts she didn’t intend to; she was not one of those poor telepaths could not “turn off the feed.” However, like most psychics, she still always had a general vague perception of things going on around her, a bare bones impression which mainly informed her when someone was nearby. If she actually wanted to read someone’s mind, she had to do it deliberately. Once in a while someone would have a thought or emotion so strong, it radiated from them such that the psychic’s vague impressions caught it perfectly clear. It was usually just a flash and that was all. But as Violet went up the steps, she felt a constant aura of lust pulsing from somewhere on their floor. By the time she and Jim got to their door, Violet found she had to actually put up a psychic wall to block the sensation.
“What is it?” said Jim. He could tell she had picked something up.
Violet’s eyebrows went up and she shook her head, looking further down the hallway of their floor. “Someone is almost literally getting their brains fucked out.”
“Really?” Jim poked his head out and cocked his ear, seeing if he could hear any moaning. He couldn’t. “Where?”
Violet eased the psychic shield a bit and simply followed the pulse of the lust with her mind. “Four doors down,” she said. “Jesus. I’ve never felt lust coming off of someone like that. There’s no way that’s normal.”
Jim shrugged. “Maybe it’s a guy whose super lucky like me, and has himself a psychic girlfriend.”
Violet nodded hesitantly. “I guess so. Cripes, whatever they’re doing, they’re really going at it.” She shook her head and put her psychic shield back up. “Alright, whatever. None of our business right?”
“Right,” said Jim.
Violet hadn’t planned on having sex that night; making Jim shoot off earlier in the day had been a lot of fun, but Violet had always enjoyed using her powers to play around. She could do that every day, and there were some weeks when she did. As far as real, physical sex went, however, Violet was more of a two or three times a week girl. It had taken her a while to convince Jim that he really didn’t have to go down on or fuck her every time she used her powers to get him off just so they’d be even. And today, she really hadn’t felt any urge for sex; watching Jim hit the leaves on the far bushes with his spunk had been all the satisfaction she’d needed for the day. But after making dinner, taking a shower, doing some homework, and watching TV for a bit, she realized she was really starting to feel aroused. She found herself getting wet; her heartbeat quickened and she felt her nipples harden.
She had been lying with her head in Jim’s lap, her right arm over his, their fingers intertwined. With no thought to it, their hands rested on her right breast. As the arousal swept over her, Jim felt her nipple growing hard. He glanced down at her, a noticed the small flush she got when she was excited. Violet looked up at him and he smiled, leaning down to kiss her.
The made love on the couch, Jim moving with a slow, delicious friction. Well satisfied from before, he easily controlled his motions to please her just how she liked, sliding slowly into her until he filled her fully, then slowly withdrawing until only the tip was inside, and then pushing slowly back in, occasionally twisting his hips to add more sensation. Violet didn’t use her powers, just enjoyed the physical intimacy, warmth and pleasure blooming from her core. “Oh, Jim,” she whispered and she clutched him tightly as her ecstasy peaked. They kissed deeply and Jim withdrew without climax, not needing it, content with his lover’s bliss.
However, as Violet lay there cooling in the afterglow, she noticed the sensations of lust had not abated. However, with head now clear she recognized that the lust was not coming from her; she realized with a start that she could still sense the aura of lust coming from down the hall, and it was even stronger than before! Violet hadn’t even noticed the build up, and as such, hadn’t raised her psychic shields accordingly. Eventually, the ripples of lust had tickled her own libido, and gotten her in the mood. Not that she was complaining about that, she had just had a wonderful experience after all. And some times it happened, she would occasionally felt flashes of sexual sensations from neighbors which snuck into her radar and got her turned on. But with her low sensitivity they had usually been faint, and were always just brief little flares that died back down in seconds. Sometimes, that put her in the mood, despite herself.
No, what bothered her was that this was a steadily flowing, very clear and powerful throb of raw lust that had been going on for hours now. For that matter, who knew how long it had been going on before she and Jim got home? Something wasn’t right.
As she and Jim got up to get ready for bed, Violet said she wanted to get some air first, and she would join Jim shortly. She put on a robe, grabbed the door keys, and went outside. She turned left and walked past three doors, stopping at the fourth. At this range, even with her shields up, she felt an active pressure on them. She listened for any sort of noise coming from within, but thought she could only hear the very faintest of moans. Suddenly, the waves of lust surged, and she flinched as arousal swept through her, and her vaginal lips grew moist again. Cranking up her shields and ignoring the suddenly renewed sweet ache between her legs, Violet stared at the door in shock. Just what was going on in there? Violet, now certain that something was wrong, reached up to the door and knocked. No one answered, nor did the waves of lust cease or even slacken. She knocked again, then tried the doorbell. No response.
She took a breath. When she was younger, she hadn’t had much respect for people’s privacy. While she didn’t deliberately go around spying on people, if she wanted to check on someone, she would just expand her senses to clairvoyantly observe them, not stopping to consider what state they might be in when she caught them Since dating Jim, however, she had started being more considerate of others, and as such, she hesitated to just intrude, even clairvoyantly, on someone. But this situation compelled her to ignore such boundaries. Her curiosity had become concern.
Not wanting to get caught standing there just staring at a door while she was investigating, she went back to her apartment, and sat in the living room. Jim was already asleep, it seemed, which was good. She didn’t want any distractions, even well meaning ones. She closed her eyes and focused, then directed her senses towards the apartment.
Instantly, she could see and hear inside the apartment, as if she were really there. She could expand her other senses if she wanted, but sight and sound were all that she usually needed. Her senses had focused on the living room; the lights were all off, but with her psychic senses, she didn’t need light to see the room. The place was sparsely furnished, clearly a bachelor pad, not exactly tidy, but not quite a mess. The coffee table in the center held a mountain of discarded junk mail and magazines, while the couch had several clothes tossed over it. However, the floor was at least free of clutter, and the kitchenette to the side revealed no giant pile of dishes in the sink. Violet could hear moaning coming from the bedroom, and let her senses snap over to that room. The aura of lust blasted from that room like heat from a furnace.
What she saw made Violet’s jaw drop and her physical eyes widen. There, floating in the room, was a naked, red haired man. He was thrashing in mid-air, head shaking and his body convulsing violently, his penis jerking like a thing possessed. From the way his limbs refused to move, he appeared to be in some kind of bondage. However, nothing was there. Violet wondered if he was being held in place by some kind of telekinetic force or maybe a binding spell. Violet looked closer at the man to see if he was injured. He appeared physically unharmed, though he was literally dripping sweat, his entire body glistening wet. However, it was when Violet focused her vision on his penis that she gasped.
The man’s fair skin only made the darkness of his penis stand out more prominently. The shaft and testicles were beet red in color and the head of the penis was a deep plumb purple. Both penis and testicles were at maximum tension, the skin stretched so taught that Violet fancied one sharp flick would cause then to burst like a balloon; the veins bulged and pulsed prominently to the point Violet thought it looked hideous. Pre-cum flowed, almost spurting forth, in a steady stream from the tip, collecting on his chest and running in multiple rivulets down his sides and groin, dripping steadily on the floor, mixing with the pools of sweat. Violet was glad she hadn’t extended her sense of smell; she could tell by looking at him that the reek of sex and sweat would be overpowering.
Forcing herself to turn away, Violet looked to the man’s face and winced. The man looked to be in absolute agony. His eyes fluttered, unable to focus on anything, his mouth alternately gaped and clenched tight, drool flowing almost as steadily as the pre-cum from his penis head. His breath came in ragged gasps and his face was a mixture of contortions: rage, sorrow, desperation, fear, need, pain, and quite possibly madness all vying to be foremost and each failing to stick for more than a few seconds before the struggle began anew. She could feel all these emotions now clawing at her psychic shields as powerfully as the aura of lust.
Violet had to do something. Anything. She realized she had no idea who this man was; it was quite possible he had done something terrible and was being punished. It was also possible that this was somehow a kink of his and this was actually consensual, however horrendous it looked. But Violet didn’t think so; her gut told her that this whole thing was a very, very bad situation.
Tentatively, her shields still strong, she tried to reach out to the man. She sent a cautious tendril of her mental power to his mind, gathered her strength into it, and then touched his mind. For the briefest of moments, she thought she could sense a faint ripple of feminine laughter. Then, with a flash, Violet’s consciousness was swept into a storm of pure sexual energy.
Back in her room, Violet felt the breath leave her lungs and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She tumbled to the floor and convulsed violent, her pussy muscles rippling with pleasure. She let out a series of gasps and clawed at the floor, hands scrabbling for purchase on something, anything to anchor herself as she felt her nerves swept up in a storm of sexual energy. White hot pleasure cut through her core like a blade of sheer elemental ecstasy.
Jim came rushing into the room, awakened by the sound of her thrashing. “Violet!” he called as he grabbing her and tried to hold her down so she wouldn’t hurt herself. “Violet what’s wrong! Hey, come back to me!” With a scream of effort, Violet found the strength to focus herself and broke contact with the man’s mind, redoubling her shields just as she felt hot liquid spew from between her nether lips and she flopped like a fish out of water.
When she finally stopped shaking and jerking, she looked at Jim with half lidded eyes, looking dazed. “Oh, Jim…” she gasped, chest heaving. “Jim, she’s torturing him, she’s torturing him…” she repeated this several more times and then her body relaxed and her breathing slowed to normal.
“Violet?” said Jim tentatively and shook her shoulder gently.
Violet’s eyes focused on his face and she let out a long, controlled breath. She tried to sit up, and groaned as every muscle in her body protested, especially the ones in her sex. Still, she gritted her teeth and tried to stand. Her foot squished on the massive wet spot between her legs and both she and Jim looked down, eyebrows raised in surprise.
“Jesus,” said Violet. “Did I piss myself?”
Jim leaned over and tentatively sniffed. “I don’t think so,” he said. “I think you just squirted.”
“Squirted?” said Violet. “That’s ridiculous. I’ve never squirted before in my life.”
“Well, you have now,” said Jim, eyes widening. “Good lord, you hosed down the couch!” He turned to Violet who just looked stunned. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
Violet shook her head, clearing the daze. “No, I’m alright. I feel like a sack of overstretched rubber bands, but I’ll live. But that man!”
“What man?” said Jim.
“Our neighbor,” said Violet. Jim took a moment to try and figure out who she meant.
“What, the people you sensed when we came home?” said Jim. “What about them?” He looked at her suspiciously. “Were you using your powers to peek in on them?”
“I had to,” said Violet. “That apartment was radiating lust so fiercely. It wasn’t normal. And it’s been going on all night. At least since we got home, and it was getting stronger. Something just felt wrong. I’ve gotten flashes of lust from people having sex close by before, but its just brief little flashes that go off, usually when they climax. This was like someone constantly shining a searchlight in my face. I couldn’t ignore it anymore, I had to find out what was going on.”
“I see,” said Jim. “You said ‘she was torturing him.’ What did you see in there?”
“I saw a guy floating in the bedroom,” said Violet. “Just floating in the air; he looked like he was tied up to an invisible rack or something. It was only him in there, but something was stimulating him sexually, to inhuman levels. He was just thrashing there, unable to do anything about it.” Violet blinked. “What am I saying, he was still like that when I left! He’s still suffering over there!”
“Oh, man,” said Jim. “Can you still feel the lust or whatever?”
Violet paused. She suddenly realized that no, she couldn’t. She eased down her psychic shields, and sensed that the flow of lust was gone. She looked to Jim, confused. “It’s stopped,” she said. She waited to make sure, expecting it to flare up again. “I… I’m going to check on him again.”
“Violet, don’t be rash,” said Jim. “It’s good that you want to help, but I think there are professionals who handle this sort of thing. We should call them.”
“I’m just going to peek,” said Violet. “Real quick.”
“Be careful, you don’t know what’s going on over there,” said Jim. “You said he looked like he was alone, but that something, probably this ‘she,’ was torturing him. What if she senses you?”
Violet paused, then chewed her lip. “I have to risk it,” said Violet. “I mean, I tried to touch the man’s mind briefly, to see if I could maybe ease some of his agony. But maybe I can’t feel any lust right now because maybe I screwed something up. He could be seriously hurt.”
“You touched his mind?” said Jim. “Is that what made you flip out?”
“I was trying to help,” said Violet. She lay back down. “Okay, just, if I start losing it again, just slap me a few times to snap me out of it.”
Jim looked at her with concern, but nodded. “Okay,” he said. “Be careful. Be quick.”
Violet closed her eyes and cast out her senses. She returned to the bedroom of the apartment. Here at the epicenter, there was still a haze of lust, hanging like a stain in the air, but that was all, and was easily ignored. The man wasn’t floating in the air anymore. He was on the bed now, and lay sprawled upon it, eyes closed, body completely relaxed. For a moment, Violet feared he might be dead. But no, she could see that he was breathing, however shallowly. She could sense some mental activity, though she didn’t dare try to touch his mind, not wanting to take any chances for either of their sakes; at least, though she could tell he hadn’t gone brain dead. Back in her apartment, she let out a sigh of relief.
“Who the fuck are you?” Violet’s physical body nearly leaped right to the ceiling as her clairvoyant senses heard a feminine voice come from the corner of the man’s bedroom. Her psychic vision snapped instantly over to it. Standing there in the corner was a woman with hazel eyes and wavy brunette hair, wearing a skimpy outfit, as if she were about to go out clubbing. Violet knew she had not been in the room a moment ago.
“I can’t see you, but I know you’re there,” said the woman. “Just come out and tell me who you are. Don’t make me ask you again.” The woman had an unreadable expression on her face. Violet didn’t dare try to read her mind. However, Violet noticed the woman’s gaze didn’t quite match up to her own psychic eye line. Violet shifted her clairvoyant vision so that she was gazing at the woman from the perspective of the opposite side of the room. Violet was now looking at the woman from a couple feet to the right of her. The woman lost her poker face for a moment as she lost “sight” of Violet, then snapped her head to the right as whatever let her sense Violet detected the change in positioning.
Violet wasn’t physically there in the first place, of course, but a true psychic should have been able to lock eyes directly with her, even through clairvoyance. However, this woman couldn’t precisely pin point her even if she could sense the direction which Violet’s psychic gaze was coming from; so she wasn’t a psychic, but she was pretty close.
“Okay, look,” the woman said slowly. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I just felt something intrude on my little session with my boy here and I panicked a bit. So, please, just reveal yourself and tell me what you’re doing here. If you just stumbled in here by accident, or you sensed something and were curious, just tell me. I won’t be mad.”
Violet didn’t respond, just stared at the woman some more, making sure she got a good image of her. She might need it later. She suddenly flinched as a little as anger flashed over the woman’s face and Violet sensed a wave of pressure come off her; it wasn’t psychic force, but something else. “Come on, damn it,” the woman said, her voice raising. “You’re seriously starting to piss me off!”
Violet had seen enough and she instantly pulled back, closing her clairvoyant eyes and ears, opening her physical eyes to refocus on her apartment.
Jim touched her shoulder. “Violet?” he said cautiously.
“Wait,” she said. “Just wait.” The two waited with baited breath, Violet not using a single erg of psychic power. Ten minutes later, the woman still hadn’t suddenly appeared in their apartment like Violet feared. She let out a sigh of relief.
“Violet what happened?” said Jim.
“It’s okay,” said Violet. “I think we’re safe. She didn’t manage to track me.”
“Who didn’t?” said Jim.
“The woman who was tormenting the man,” said Violet. “She’s stopped now, and he’s resting, but I saw her. She just appeared right in the room.”
“I don’t suppose you caught their names?” said Jim a bit dryly.
Violet shook her head. “No, not yet,” she said.
“So what now?” said Jim.
“I dunno,” said Violet. “I think I’m going to go talk to him. Maybe tomorrow, if he’s recovered enough.”
“You sure that’s safe?” said Jim.
Violet frowned. “I can take care of myself. If she just torments him from afar like that usually, I doubt she’s around him much, if at all, otherwise. And if we’re going to living next that kind of stuff going on, I at least want to know what the deal is.”
Jim scratched his head. “I swear I’ve heard something about people who specialize in dealing with stuff like this. I’ll look it up in the morning,” said Jim. “Can you please at least wait until then?”
Violet frowned, and then kissed him. “Yeah,” she said. “Okay.”