Agent in Distress Ch. 15

A few more minutes passed, and the soft cries were flowing freely now, Aurelia seemingly unable to keep silent, her breathing ragged and her hips and thighs twitching slightly as she struggled to contain her need.

Then without warning, the two men at once, took her painfully engorged nipples into their mouths, sucking and nipping her swollen buds. Aurelia moaned into her gag, immediately beginning to squirm and try to escape the twin sensations. The tight rope bindings on her breasts made the feel of their lips and tongue almost painfully intense. The two men continued to be patient, sucking, nipping and licking her breasts for several long minutes, during which Aurelia's willpower slowly gave way to soft moans and sporadic gasps. She told herself to resist, that if she gave in to the sexual feelings, she would lose her abilities, but her body was eagerly responding, already building toward an orgasm.

She was a sexual being by nature, and the lure of another powerful orgasm was nearly irresistable to her, no matter how she resented the givers of that pleasure. The men continued their sensual assault on her breasts, using lips, palms and fingers to stimulate her sensitive flesh. Aurelia soon found her hips moving of their own accord, twitching and spasming when jolts of pleasure shot down from her chest. Their hands carefully avoided her womanhood as she jerked and struggled, content to tease and caress her sensitive inner thighs and hips. Aurelia moaned in frustration. She needed more, for she'd always been unable to cum from just her breasts, though in truth she'd never been in quite this situation. Her frustration and heat grew and grew, causing her moans to grow more desperate, until suddenly a third man walked into her view, and her eyes narrowed.

"You look ready to beg, if you don't mind me saying it?" said the male voice, moving around into her field of view. Aurelia scowled. This was the man they called Varga, and he was a small minded fool, gifted with an unusually large cock, which he'd used on her already in the courtyard and in her cell. The man had given her such intense orgasms, that her telepathic abilities had completely dissipated. This morning, she'd felt them beginning to return, only to have the men start up with her immediately, stoking her heat, and making her abilities waver and fade as she was unwillingly brought to arousal and wetness.

She hated these men for what they'd done to her, yet as the man named Varga walked closer to her, she couldn't stop her eyes from flicking downward to take in the view of the impressive weapon between his legs. The closer he got, the more her body was reminded of the things he'd done to her, and when the man went to one knee directly in front of her, she found her breathing had grown ragged and short. The men at her breasts stopped, to watch Varga and see what he would do. He reached up and carefully removed her gag, then removed a small towel and wiped the drool from her chin.

"You like what I give you, don't you, slut," said Varga, grinning and raising his hand to cup the prisoner's chin. She jerked her chin away, but he only laughed. "I'll give you what you crave, later. After you've sucked me dry with those pretty ruby lips."

"I dare you to stick that thing in my mouth," said Aurelia with a wicked grin.

The man named Varga chuckled. "Oh, I will, as soon as we break you." He reached up with a single finger, and began to trace a wet circle around the woman's stretched and exposed pussy. She drew in a sharp gasp, glaring at him despite the red that came to her cheeks. Varga smiled at her. "You see, each time we make you cum, like the slut you are, your powers get a little weaker, and take a little longer to recover. When we're done with you, you won't remember who you are, you'll just be another pleasure slave. He looked her curves up and down. "A most exquisite one, to be sure, but just another slut, for us to fuck as we please. But we'll remember who you are," he added with a grin.

Aurelia just glared at him, but deep down she was worried, for what he said was true. Intense arousal did weaken her powers, but she'd never lost them completely, for she'd never been subjected to such unending stimulation. Even so, if she lost her powers completely it would be temporary, and she'd remember who she was, she didn't believe that part. Then Varga gestured to the two men at her side, and they resumed their task, of sucking and licking her breasts and nipples. Aurelia's mouth fell open, and then she moaned helplessly when Varga's finger began to delve into her slippery folds. She felt the orgasm forming already, and she shook her head -- she couldn't let him make her cum again -- each time she came, things became more hazy.

She knew they were in her head, but the pleasure was too strong, her innate affinity for sex a weakness she'd learned to live with, at least until now. Her desire was too great to fight them, and she feared they were winning. She had to escape, had to get away from these small minded but devious men. Varga inserted a second finger, working them both up inside her, rubbing her most sensitive spot. Aurelia gasped desperately, her hips jerking as she struggled in her bonds. The two men suckling her breasts were undeterred by her movements, keeping at their task which was driving Aurelia mad with desire. It was too much for her highly sensitive and sensual body.

"Cum for me, you crazy bitch," said Varga, his face moving closer to the prisoner's. She jerked her head forward, but Varga deftly moved back, and she struck only air. He chuckled. "Your mind is an open book now, girly. I saw that attack coming in your mind before you even moved your head."

Aurelia's eyes narrowed. If what he said was true, it was a problem she was unfamiliar with. This man was not a strong telepath, she'd encountered much stronger, and they'd not been able to anticipate her movements. It must have been related to her sexual state. She moaned in frustration, for his two fingers had never ceased their torments, as he skillfully forced her body's heat to grow and overwhelm her mind. "S-stop that!" she moaned, shaking her head at the pleasure flooding her body. She couldn't cum, wouldn't!

"Oh, you like that?" said Varga, chuckling. "How about this?" Without removing his two fingers, he used his thumb to press in and rub her engorged clit, and this made Aurelia draw in a sharp hiss and gasp, her mouth flying open in shock. As he continued his skillful manipulations, the woman moaned, her hips jerking as her insides clenched tightly in a rhythmic squeezing of his delving fingers. "Let yourself cum, you know you want to," said Varga, leaning forward to look at her face, partially hidden by her disheveled hair. "You love this, to be bound and helpless as your master touches you, however he pleases. You are a born slave."

Aurelia moaned, shaking her head. She did more than just love sex, it was almost an addiction. She loved sexual games, and one of them was to submit to men, let them feel powerful, and herself play the helpless victim. Usually it was just an illusion, but this time, she'd gotten in deep. She'd stopped playing along, but that hadn't slowed them down at all. They'd been using her little fantasies against her, and now she was at serious risk of losing control of the situation, and that was disconcerting. Her captors had made her cum so many times, in so many ways, that she had lost her self control, and her telepathic abilities with it.

"Just give in, my pretty little spy," said Varga softly near her ear. "Become the sex slave you were meant to be. Let it go and revel in the pleasure of submitting your body and soul to us." His fingers stroked her sensitive spot, making her thrash in her bonds. The man was crude, but skilled, and in her current state, she had no ability to resist his touches. His thumb played her swollen clit with a musical instrument, making her spasm in response. Her wilting resistance only encouraged the men to extract more pleasure from her vulnerable body.

"No!" gasped Aurelia, swishing her lovely brunette locks from side to side. Varga suddenly removed his fingers, making the woman moan in disappointment. Then he skillfully inserted his fingers wet with her juices up between the cheeks of her spread ass and into her anus, drawing a gasp of shock from the captive female. Then his left hand came up, and smoothly slipped two fingers into her vacant, soaked pussy. He began sliding both sets of fingers in and out of her twin crevices, and Aurelia's mouth fell open as she gasped for air, transfixed by the overwhelming sensations.

"How . . . . dare . . . you!" she moaned, struggling against the ropes as his fingers smoothly pistoned in and out of her. The dual sensations were too much to handle, and in seconds, the orgasm rose to envelop her mind, flooding her with heat and warmth as she arched her back and screamed, the sound dwindling off into a garbled sound as she jerked and thrashed against Varga. He gave her no respite as he skillfully extended her climax to nearly a minute, during which her mind clouded over and she became a being of pleasure and need.

As her body finally began to relax, Aurelia felt a haze slowly roll over her conciousness, as all rational thought slipped way like dry leaves on the wind. Her own thoughts were replaced by foreign ones. Submit. Embrace your servitude. You are nothing but a slave to pleasure, said the voices. She couldn't help but agree, for her resistance had faded into the pink haze along with her memories, her sense of self. She had a new mission now, to be pleasing to her masters, said the voice. It was a mission that would give her great pleasure and satisfaction, and she embraced it, eager to begin her new life.

Lana blinked in confusion, looking about. Varga was gone, and she was no longer bound. She was back in the dank cell of the dungeon, and her arms were clutched around her chest, for her body was aflame with arousal. Her mind glowed with the satisfaction of an incredible orgasm, but her body was aburn, unsatisfied and hanging on the edge of climactic release. Lana was sitting on the edge of a bed, where the prisoner was stretched out peacefully. She moaned, her crippling desire almost painful, and she had strange thoughts running through her head, even ones involving the voluptuous prisoner before her. She felt intensely a desire to submit, to be ravished, to obey.

Lana shook her head -- the feelings were wrong, but so powerful. Then she remembered her vision -- she had become the prisoner, to experience first-hand what they had done to her, to find out why the prisoner's mind was so confused. Lana shuddered, for now she knew what they had done to the powerful telepath. They had used her own body against her, and the woman seemed to be such a sensual creature that she was an easy victim. And she knew that Henri and Varga were meddling in her mind. The poor woman was being subjected to both physical and telepathic slave training! Lana had to help her, to stop this cruel injustice perpetrated by her old classmates, but how? Was she too late?

Lana immediately thought of the blond slave she'd seen earlier that night. She'd been able to help that woman by getting into her mind, and calming her thoughts from the inside. Perhaps she could do something similar for the prisoner, to try to awaken her lost self, to remind her who she was. It shouldn't be too hard, for the sense of self was the most powerful driving force in the mind, she simply had to remove the cloud that confused and sedated her. In the case of the blond slave, simply Lana's presence, experiencing and absorbing her torments, had been enough to calm the girl's mind.

Lana realized she was rocking gently forward and back, her body's intense arousal almost excruciating, and she felt wet and overheated, almost feverish. Entering the minds of others and experiencing their sexual torments was taking a toll on her, and she didn't know how long she could keep it up. The urge to ease her need and find release was nearly overwhelming, making her lose focus.

She looked down at the sleeping prisoner, her angelic visage more peaceful now, since Lana had rescued her from the torture chair. The woman didn't deserve her fate - her strength made her a target, something Lana could fully sympathize with. She'd endure whatever was necessary to help this woman. Lana took the prisoner's hand in hers, gave it a gentle squeeze and reached out with her mind.