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 Psyche Girl is captured by a villain with a unique power...and he has a
plan.

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   This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. 
In real life, use a condom, damnit!  Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of
lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the
rod" without protection.

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   Talents - Psyche Girl & The Fleshrender (MFF, bd, bi, humil, interr,
magic, mc, Mdom, nc, oral, impreg, ws) by Krosis of the Collective
(krosisofthecollective@gmail.com)

   --

   The World of Talents should remind you of many other fantasy worlds with
superheroes, magic, and cosmic powers, except with a Krosis twist...

   --

   Psyche Girl slammed the last goon against the wall with her telekinesis
and then telepathically scanned the museum for the psychic trace of their
master; nothing!  She had sensed the malicious intent of someone with a
powerful talent just before she had been rushed by his or her underlings.
She then had to switch from telepathy to telekinesis to take care of them,
since she could only use one mind skill at a time.  Where did their leader
go?

   So intent was the fit brunette on scanning the building with her mind,
and so dependent on her psychic talent to warn her of danger, that she
didn't hear the soft footfalls behind her.  She felt someone touch the
exposed flesh of her neck and then she dropped to the ground, unconscious.

   --

   She woke to find herself strapped by her arms, legs, and waist to some
sort of waist-high bench with built-in cushions, her upper body slightly
elevated from the rest of her.  The room was about 20 foot square, with
concrete walls and a single metal door that was closed.  She had a huge
headache, and then as she looked down she realized that she was naked!

   "No..." she moaned.  Her mask was gone, so the villain that had
incapacitated her had seen her face!  Then she realized that someone was
touching her shoulder from behind.  She angled her head to see who it was.

   The figure noticed the movement.  "Ah, you're awake," he said. 
Definitely a male voice, and she figured older than her 21 years.  He wore
a strange, old silver helmet on his head that covered most of his face, and
a voluminous green cloak obscured the rest of him.  His hands were bare,
however.  She tried to shrug his hand away from her shoulder, but he held
on.

   She tried to shut down his mind telepathically, but it was as if he
didn't exist.  Was that how he had snuck up on her?  Then she spied a
kitchen knife on a counter along the wall and tried to telekinetically move
it to strike the man; nothing!

   His head followed her gaze.  "Having some trouble?  It seems that my
modifications to your brain were successful in cutting you off from your
talent." He went and picked up the knife, bending it to show that it had
only been plastic after all.  She growled in frustration.

   He reached up and removed the helmet.  Looking at her was a man of
perhaps 50 years of age, with average features and ear length salt and
pepper hair.  He had a domino mask on, which he also removed.

   This was bad!  If he was letting her see his face then he was confident
that she would never be able to tell the authorities what she had seen.  He
was going to kill her!

   "I'm sure you have questions," he continued.  "Let's see: first, why
couldn't you sense me in the museum?  That would be because of my new
helmet, which was my primary target." He placed the helmet reverently on
the counter.  "It was found in an ancient ruin, but they couldn't identify
the metal so it moved from curator to curator over the years."

   She wrenched at her bonds, but they held.  Her mind couldn't unfasten
the straps!

   The man seemed unconcerned.  "My investigations found that the helmet
was actually constructed by a Talent using a metal of alien origin in order
to defend against psychic attacks, but that was only a few years ago.  That
Talent died when his body was shredded by a malfunctioning time machine,
and the helmet was lost, reappearing over two thousand years ago." He
unfastened his cloak and swirled it with a flourish before hanging it on a
convenient hook.  "Once it was upon my head, you couldn't detect me, or
otherwise affect me with your telepathic talent.  My hirelings then
distracted you so that I could get close."

   He stepped close now, and she could see that he was just wearing a
t-shirt and jeans.  Dressed like that, he didn't look dangerous at all.

   He touched her shoulder again and she felt strange.  Her nipples
hardened, though it wasn't cold in the room.  She felt her vagina twitch as
it began to moisten.  What was he doing?

   He moved his mouth near her ear.  "I am known as The Fleshrender, but
you can call me Master."

   She gasped.  She had heard of the Fleshrender, and nothing good!  He
could manipulate people's bodies with just a touch!

   "I am currently making your body create a cocktail of hormones that I've
come up with over decades of using my talent that will increase your sex
drive," he informed her.  "That should do it."

   Psyche Girl looked down her body and gasped.  Her vulva was engorged and
she could see her clitoris was quite prominent.  It even looked like her
B-cup breasts had grown a little!

   "Please...stop this..."

   He moved down below her feet and did something she couldn't see to the
bench.  The lower part of it separated in a V and then clicked into place
so that her legs were now split wide at a 45 degree angle, giving him
unfettered access to her vagina.  "No, Psyche Girl, I won't." Then he
considered.  "Psyche GIRL.  You were named by the media, were you not, when
you started adventuring a couple of years ago?  What is it with male
Talents being called men and females being called girls?  Shouldn't you be
Psyche Woman?  You look old enough."

   He unzipped his jeans and fished out his hard cock.  She gasped and
struggled at her bonds again.

   "Look at me."

   She stopped and did so.  He hadn't moved forward.  What was he waiting
for?

   He gripped her ankle above the strap holding her leg so that she
couldn't pull away.  "Look at my cock."

   She looked away.  She wasn't about to watch herself being raped!

   "I won't rape you, I promise.  Look."

   Tentatively, she looked.  When her eyes beheld his fairly average sized
erection, a powerful orgasm washed over her.  "Oh God!  Uh!  Uhh!" Her head
lay back as her body shook in her release.

   "Oh wow!  You're a squirter!  That was unexpected."

   She looked back down.  Her captor had a damp splash pattern on his shirt
and jeans, and he looked pleased.  She had squirted?  She had never done
that before.

   He watched her face.  "You didn't know?  The young men you've been with
were unable to satisfy you, huh?  With age comes experience, you know."

   As her eyes fell on his cock again, another orgasm swept over her. 
"Ugghaa!"

   "I'm assuming it was men you've been with.  I apologize if that was
incorrect, but even if you're a lesbian, I don't think that will change
what's to come.  Okay, I'm going to go put my clothes in the laundry. 
Venus will continue the session." He opened the door, revealing a pretty
auburn-haired young woman in a diaphanous gown that showed off her womanly
curves.  "Not the actual goddess," he clarified as he turned back, "just a
former hero's sidekick with a helpful talent." He kissed the newcomer on
the cheek as he left and she beamed.

   Venus closed the door behind her and came forward.  "Oh, Psyche Girl! 
It's such a pleasure to meet you." She emphasized the word "pleasure" as
she swung her womanly hips.  As she got within range, she started to trace
her fingers lightly up the inside of Psyche Girl's leg.

   "You...were a sidekick?" Psyche Girl asked through gritted teeth. 
Whatever Fleshrender had done to her, it had left her body extremely
sensitive to touch.

   "Mm hm..." the curvy woman murmured as her fingers trailed lightly up
Psyche Girl's upper thigh.  The hero almost felt disappointed as those
fingers abruptly swerved away from her tingling vagina, and instead moved
to her flat stomach.

   "Think about Master's cock," Venus whispered in her ear.  A flash of the
villain's stiff member appeared in Psyche Girl's mind and then she felt a
strange warmth roll through her body, though it wasn't orgasmic like
earlier.

   "Guhh...what did you just do?"

   Venus moved her hand from Psyche Girl's tummy and up to one breast,
though lightly, barely touching.  Psyche Girl wanted her to move that hand
up, just a little, to press her fingers into her tingly boob flesh...

   The curvy sidekick moved her hand to the hero's other side, this time
starting the light touch of her finger on Psyche Girl's cheek and moving
down her neck, and then between her breasts.  "Isn't Master's cock
beautiful?"

   Again, the hero had no choice but to recall the sight of Fleshrender's
hard phallus.  It was like trying to tell someone not to think of pink
elephants!  See?  Now you're thinking of those.  Again, her body flushed to
the memory.  Her vagina ached.  Her nipples were so hard...

   Now Venus was between her legs, standing much like Fleshrender had. 
"Don't you wish I was Master, pushing his magnificent cock inside you?"

   Another wave of warmth rolled through Psyche Girl.  She DID wish that!
Then she realized...

   "You're...you're like me...telepathic..."

   The sidekick frowned.  "No, nothing like that.  I can just fan the
flames of desire, making them stronger." She put her palms on Psyche Girls'
inner thighs and knelt down, her face right in line with her dripping
pussy. "Mmm, you smell so good, Psyche Girl..."

   Psyche Girl wished Venus would just stick her tongue in, to give her
some relief.  She needed it!  She felt the woman's breath on her trimmed
pubes and shuddered.  She felt the sidekick's tongue lightly touch her
vaginal lips and slip upward, toward her clit.  Yes!  Yes!

   Then the tongue retreated.  "Nothing goes in here before Master's cock,
though."

   Psyche Girl had a momentary vision of Fleshrender's hard penis slipping
between her own extremely wet pussy lips and shuddered as she felt Venus'
talent affect her mind and body again, reinforcing the idea.  Even knowing
that it was happening didn't help her fight it!

   Finally, Venus moved back and regarded the hero.  "So beautiful, ripe
and ready.  I'm jealous, Psyche Girl."

   "Um...I have to pee..." Psyche Girl said, flustered.

   Venus smiled.  "Oh, then you get to meet the hero I sidekicked for." She
opened the door.  "Amazonia!  Cleanup on aisle 1!" she yelled into the
hall.

   A minute later, a horror entered the room.  It was brown, vaguely
female, fat and short, with pustules all over its body.  It was carrying a
mop and bucket.

   "Amazonia?" Psyche Girl asked in disbelief.  The legendary warrior had
disappeared over a year ago, but had been the epitome of female fierceness,
tall and lithe.

   "Yes, was me," the dwarf answered in a croaking voice.  "Master upset I
can't have children, side effect of immortality.  Now I toil like this, a
disgusting blob for eternity." She started to mop up Psyche Girls' puddle
of cum.

   "She has to pee," Venus advised her.

   "Oh." The dwarf dropped the mop and moved forward, her face in front of
Psyche Girl's vagina.  "Okay, go."

   "Go?"

   "Yes, pee now...I'm ready."

   Psyche Girl didn't know what was going on, but she really had to pee. 
She let it go.

   Immediately, the ugly dwarf moved her mouth to cover Psyche Girl's
vagina.  The urine went directly down the transformed hero's throat.

   The sudden feel of Amazonia's warm mouth on her vagina caused the orgasm
that had been building since Venus' arrival to crest, and her body
stiffened as she screamed.  "AaAAHH!  Oh God!"

   "Mm!" the dwarf gasped as she gulped.  Then both orgasm and urine were
depleted, and she moved back, wiping her face.  "Pee taste better with
pussy juice in it.  Squirter?  Nice." She mopped up the remainder of the
mess and then shuffled out of the room.

   Psyche Girl gasped as her breathing slowed.  "Venus...did Amazonia say
children?"

   Venus moved back in between Psyche Girl's legs and traced fingers from
both hands up from the hero's clit, through her pubes, and up to her taut
stomach.  Then she placed her palms there.  "Yes, you will bear Master's
children.  They will grow right here..." She caressed Psyche Girl's
stomach. "It will feel so good..."

   Psyche Girl felt another wash of heat through her already overheated
body as her mind was fooled into thinking of just that for the briefest
moment.  Her womb felt empty, and she moaned in frustration.

   Venus reached up and caressed the hero's face.  "You look tired.  Have a
nap and then we'll bring you something to eat.  Be sure to let Amazonia
know if you have to poop." She smiled and left the room.  The door remained
open.

   Psyche Girl's body felt cool after all those warm waves from Venus'
talent.  She felt her nipples harden again.  Her nipples were normally
wide, but hardened like this, they puffed out and were more like funnels.
They would be good to feed babies with, she realized.

   She shook her head.  No!  Her mind fueled her talent; she was stronger
than this!

   --

   The dwarf that used to be the hero Amazonia washed Psyche Girl with soap
and a sponge after every session.  The former hero looked miserable but
wouldn't respond to Psyche Girl's questions.

   Venus fed Psyche Girl nutrition shakes through a straw three times a
day.

   Psyche Girl's talent seemed to be gone.

   --

   Psyche Girl woke to the sound of a baby fussing and looked up.  Venus
was there, holding a baby that looked about a year old.

   "That's Psyche Girl, hopefully your new Auntie," she said to the child.

   Psyche Girl looked at the adorable baby and softened.  Then she felt
Venus' talent wash over her again, intensifying the desire for her own
baby. Damnit!  She stared daggers at the sidekick.

   "That was him," Venus said, referring to the baby.  "I think he likes
you."

   --

   Psyche Girl gasped and awoke again, this time to the feel of
Fleshrender's hand on her ankle once more.  He was naked this time.  For an
older man, he was actually in pretty good shape, she noted in a dark recess
of her mind.

   Her headache had lessened.  She hoped that meant that whatever he did to
her talent was wearing off.  She also found that she was incredibly turned
on again.  He was filling her with hormones, as he did the last time.

   "My plan for you is clear, I hope.  You were my secondary target in the
museum raid.  I mean to make you my woman, and the mother of my child.  By
your own choice, of course."

   "Like Venus and Amazonia had a choice?" She spat at him.

   He wiped the spittle from his face and then moved it to her arm.  "Did
you know that even our spit has the capacity to kill us, if the DNA of the
germs in it are only slightly altered?"

   She stared at him, and then gasped as her arm started to itch.  She
looked at where he had wiped her spittle, and her skin was turning black!

   "Necrotizing fasciitis," he explained, "a particularly nasty variant.  I
need you, but not your arm."

   The blackness spread, now covering her whole elbow.  It was hurting!

   "Please!"

   "Please what?"

   "Please stop this!"

   "Please stop this...?"

   Her arm was on fire!  She didn't want to lose it to flesh-eating
disease!

   "Please stop it, Master!"

   Abruptly her arm felt better.  She looked at it, but it was still black
where the fasciitis had spread.  "Um..."

   "I have done something for you, so now you do something for me.  That's
fair, isn't it?"

   She looked at him fearfully.

   "Yes?" he asked.  After a moment, his smile started to turn down.

   "Yes!"

   "Good.  Now ask me *nicely* to restore your arm." His hand remained on
her ankle the whole time.

   She took a breath and looked into his eyes.  "Please, Master, please
restore my arm."

   Suddenly she was crying out in orgasm again.  When she had calmed back
down, the infection was gone, only a fading red blotch indicating that it
was ever there.

   "I really need to relieve myself," he confided in her.  "You are just
too fucking sexy, Psyche Girl.  Venus!"

   The voluptuous sidekick entered the room.  "Yes, Master?"

   "Undress and lean over Psyche Girl.  Do whatever you want to her except
touch her vagina."

   "Ooh, yes, Master," she cooed as she shrugged out of her gown, got
between Psyche Girl's legs, and bent over.  The hero gasped at the warm
skin on skin contact of Venus' larger breasts pressing against her stomach.
At this angle, the sidekicks' head was lined up with Psyche Girl's breasts.
Venus licked her lips at the sight.  "Umph!" the former sidekick grunted as
Fleshrender thrust his cock inside her.

   "Oh!" Psyche Girl gasped as Venus' pelvis was pressed against her own
vagina from that thrust.

   "Ooh, Psyche Girl, Master's cock feels sooo good inside me..."

   The hero felt awash in warmth as that thought was reinforced in her mind
by Venus' talent.  She gritted her teeth as Fleshrender began to withdraw
and thrust into Venus, over and over, the force of it reverberating into
her own vagina.

   Venus examined the hero's breasts.  "These are nice, Psyche Girl, but
they'll get bigger when you're pregnant.  Won't that be wonderful?" She
brought her mouth to a nipple and sucked on it while her talent washed
warmly over the bound woman again.

   Fleshrender was grunting louder.  "Ooh, Master, will you give me another
baby now?" Venus gasped and then her eyes rolled back into her head as she
came.

   Another wave of warmth.  No!  Psyche Girl's pussy felt empty, her womb
hollow, bereft of what it needed!

   "Oop!" Venus was pulled back and spun around, out of the way. 
Fleshrender was now before Psyche Girl, his cock turgid, the head purple,
directed at her vulnerable vagina, ready to blow as he stroked it.

   She almost begged him to thrust it inside her, to fill her empty womb
with his hot cum.  Instead, she moaned, "No, please don't..." He thrust
forward.  "NOOO!"

   But he didn't penetrate her.  He directed the head of his cock above her
vagina and below her stomach, where he then grunted and shot his warm sperm
upon her.

   "Oh, thank God..." she moaned, relieved.  Part of her, a part that was
growing, was dissatisfied with this outcome.

   Then she noticed that at the angle of the bench she was strapped into,
with her feet lower than her hips, his cum had started to slowly drip down,
toward her crotch.  She looked at it fearfully, but then relaxed when she
realized that it would be trapped and absorbed into her pubic hair.

   Fleshrender followed her eyes.  "You know, I prefer a certain level of
personal grooming..." He touched that region and she gasped as all of her
pubic hair fell out.  With a gust of his breath, that area was left bare,
unprotected.

   She stared as his sperm army slowly marched closer to her defenseless
vagina, conquering the pubic plain and moving to the clitoral cliffs.  Then
Venus was whispering in her ear, "Oh, look at it...sooo sexy...don't you
just want it inside you?"

   "NooOOHH!" Psyche Girl moaned as she felt Venus' talent wash over her
again.  She *did* want it...no, she didn't!

   Her waist was held fast by one of the bench's straps, so she couldn't
angle her hips to avoid what was happening.

   She saw his cum finally reach her clit.  She hoped that organ was
engorged enough to stop his stuff from moving further down.  His sperm
gathered there, like lemmings at a cliff, the slowpokes pushing from the
rear, making the ones on the edge teeter...

   Then the pressure exceeded the tolerance of the fluid and the puddle
spilled over the edge.  She couldn't see his cum as it inundated her
vaginal lips, but a vision of it filled her mind, and then as she felt
Fleshrender touch her inner thigh she orgasmed hard.  "Uhh!  Oh Goddd..."

   "That's where his cum belongs, Psyche Girl...going inside you..." Venus
said as the hero felt another wave of the sidekick's talent warm her body,
even as another powerful orgasm ripped through her.

   "Holy shit," Fleshrender commented.

   Breathing heavily as she recovered from the orgasmic attack, Psyche Girl
looked down.  Fleshrender's entire front, from his chest down to his knees,
was slick and dripping with her cum.  She realized that her flood of
orgasmic juices had probably washed his sperm away from her pussy, and she
laughed.

   "Wasn't expecting laughter, but okay," Fleshrender said before he went
to go clean up.  As he headed through the door, he called back, "Well done,
Venus.  You're still my favorite."

   "Eee!" the bubbly sidekick squeed and hopped as she came back around,
between Psyche Girl's legs again.  "Hmm..." She reached forward and scooped
up the remainder of Fleshrender's sperm that was still on and around the
hero's clit, making her shudder at the touch.  "It really does belong in
there," she said.

   "Venus, don't..."

   The sidekick considered her spermy finger.  "But he said I couldn't
touch your pussy.  What to do, what to do...?  Oh, I know!" She tensed that
finger against her thumb and then flicked the gob at Psyche Girl's pussy.
The hero felt the sperm hit and stay between her vaginal lips, and she
moaned.  Another wash of Venus' talent made her wish that the woman had
just pushed Fleshrender's dangerous seed deep inside.

   Then she was left alone, defeated and miserable.  As she cried, she
looked at her bonds with hatred.  MOVE!  she screamed in her head.  For a
moment nothing happened, and then the leather of the strap shifted
slightly. That little movement exhausted her, though, and soon she fell
asleep.

   --

   "I have to take a shit," she told Fleshrender and Venus as they came
back for another round of positive reinforcement, "but please PLEASE don't
make Amazonia eat it."

   "Hmm, very well," Fleshrender answered, "but Amazonia will make sure
that you don't try anything.  She still has her strength, even in her
diminutive form."

   They unfastened Psyche Girl's bonds and she rubbed at her wrists and
ankles.  Then she followed the brown dwarf down the hall to the bathroom.

   The first thing she did in the bathroom was to try to wipe any remaining
sperm from her vaginal lips, but it looked like it had dried in the
intervening time.  She hoped it had dried, anyway, and not slipped inside.

   "Amazonia, is there anything of you left in there?" Psyche Girl asked
quietly as she took care of her bodily needs.

   "Hmp," the transformed hero grunted as she sat on the bathroom tile and
watched her charge empty her bowels.

   Psyche Girl tried her telepathy.  Her telekinesis was getting stronger,
but it was still difficult to unbuckle one of her bonds, let alone all of
them in time to mount an escape.  She reached out with her mind, probing
the defeated hero's.  The psychic still wasn't powerful enough to do
anything blatant, but she could see that a lot of Amazonia's core
personality was tied into her original form.  As she finished and washed
her hands, she planted a small command with a specific trigger into
Amazonia's mind and hoped that it would be enough.  The exertion of using
her talent, though, weakened her body and caused her to stagger on the way
back to her room -- no, the room she was being held prisoner, she reminded
herself.

   She considered a person who had experienced spinal damage, and how weak
they would be as they tried to learn to walk again.  Whatever Fleshrender
had done to her might be like that, and her brain was trying to compensate.
She would have to keep working at it.

   "Master?" she asked as he re-fastened her arms while the others did her
legs.

   "Hmm?  Oh, good girl, you called me Master." He touched her shoulder and
she orgasmed, though not enough to squirt again.

   "Huh...huhh...please...hasn't Amazonia been a faithful servant?"

   He regarded the dwarf.  "I suppose she has..."

   "You turned her that way because she couldn't have children, but that's
not her fault, is it?"

   He stood there, considering.  "True...I was disappointed at first, and
then when I found that my talent could not make her fertile, due to the
magic that gave her her immortality, I was furious." He turned to Psyche
Girl.  "You wish me to change her back?"

   "Please, Master..." Another orgasm washed over her.  "...unhh..."

   "And what will you do for me if I agree to your request?"

   "I..." No, she couldn't!  But she really wanted to!

   He sighed.  "I see that we still have some work to do, but I want your
choice to be made without a favor dirtying it up.  I will consider
restoring Amazonia to her original form, and it will not depend on your
decision.  As you say, she has been a faithful servant, and she's really
quite disgusting like that.  Away with you!" He waved his hand
dismissively, and the brown dwarf scurried from the room.

   --

   The next two days were gruelling.  Fleshrender and Venus double-teamed
her each day, him continuing to make her orgasm at the sight of his hard
cock, and as a reward for calling him "Master", and her reinforcing the
feelings of love and desire in Psyche Girl's head after each orgasm and
naughty whisper in her ear.  The bound hero's head was left spinning, and
her orgasm-wracked body didn't have enough energy left for her to focus her
talent afterward.  She practically passed out each evening.

   --

   The next morning, all three of her captors entered her room.  "You made
a good point, my dear, so I am granting your wish." He touched Amazonia's
diminutive body and concentrated.  As they watched, the dwarf screamed as
her extremities grew out from her torso, and the pustules that covered her
skin faded.  After a few minutes, standing tall and naked, was the
statuesque hero of legend, the Nubian princess of power herself, Amazonia,
breathing heavily.

   Fleshrender stepped back a little unsteadily and regarded her.  "Damn, I
do good work!  I had almost forgotten what you looked like, you sexy
amazon. When we're done with Psyche Girl I think we may need to have a
foursome!" And then he turned to the other two women, beaming.

   "Master!" Venus screamed.

   Amazonia had snapped the mop handle in two and thrust the sharp end at
Fleshrender's heart.  He stepped back, but found that it hadn't even broken
the skin.  Something held the towering hero back.  She struggled against
it. Then the handle broke into two pieces, then four, eight, and sixteen.
Now no part of it was usable as a weapon.  She dropped the piece she still
held and reached forward to crush Fleshrender's skull.

   Instead, she found herself hovering in mid-air, kept perfectly centered
in the available space of the room, unable to touch anything in order to
make any headway, try as she might.  She screamed in frustration.

   Fleshrender turned to look at Psyche Girl, who was concentrating on
holding Amazonia in mid-air.  Her bonds unraveled, and both he and Venus
rushed forward to stop their prisoner from escaping.  Both were pushed back
by an invisible force and held against the wall.

   Psyche Girl walked up to Fleshrender with grim determination.

   He grimaced.  "You stopped her from killing me because you're not that
kind of hero?" he asked her as he struggled against her talent.  "And now
you're going to 'take me in', is that it?"

   "No, Master."

   Then he was floating through the air and pressed, spread-eagled, into
the bench on his back.  The bindings fastened firmly about him.

   Psyche Girl had woken that morning to find her full power restored.  She
turned and released the legendary hero.

   "Finally!" Amazonia smiled.  "Come on, Psyche Girl, we'll call the
Justice Warriors and get this filth taken care...offff..." Then she swooned
and dropped to her knees as Psyche Girl removed the psychic modification
she had made to the woman's mind two days ago.  "Oh nooo...oh, Master, what
has Amazonia done?"

   Venus found that she was able to move once Psyche Girl had switched from
telekinesis to telepathy, and was working at her master's bonds when she
felt an overwhelming urge to leave the room and take care of her child. 
Amazonia found herself compelled to go and clean the bathroom.

   Finally alone, Psyche Girl turned to Fleshrender.  She raised her hand,
and suddenly his clothes were shredded apart.

   "What--?" he goggled, suddenly naked.

   She moved forward, her hips sashaying sexily.  "I know this was a
surprise, Master, but I ask that you indulge me, unless you really want out
of those bonds.  If so, the safeword is...hmm...Skyler."

   "Safeword?"

   She clambered up onto the bench, straddling him.

   The stupid cow, he thought, now that she's touching me, she's in my
power now!

   Then she kissed him, and all of his thoughts flew out the window (not
that there was a window in his underground lair).  Then he realized...

   He broke the kiss.  "It worked!  You want me!"

   She smiled as she used her telekinesis to stroke his penis back to full
hardness.  "About time, Master.  Now, are you going to give me what I
want?"

   She positioned her dripping pussy above his now hard and ready cock.

   He nodded.

   She sank her very hot, wet hole down upon his manhood, making them both
moan.

   As he used his talent through their bodily contact to manipulate her
hormones again, glands around her cervix began manufacturing mucous.  As
she rubbed her breasts on his chest they started to feel a little sore as
her body ramped up its fertility.  Then she felt a slight pinching
sensation off to the side of her abdomen as one of her ovaries released an
egg.

   "Oh fuck!" he yelled as he came, filling her now fertile pussy with his
seed.

   She stopped and looked at him, incredulous.  "Really?  All this time
building me up, and that was it?" She tried to continue riding his cock,
but she could feel that it was already deflating.  "Make it hard again!"

   He looked sheepish.  "I'm sorry.  I can only manipulate other flesh and
not my own.  You're so fucking sexy, and I guess I must have a bondage
fetish I was unaware of?  Here..."

   And then she was cumming hard.  "Oh fuuuucckkk!  Aahhhhaa..." Some of
the sperm he had spurted inside her was sucked up by her spasming cervix
and deposited into her very fertile womb, where the aforementioned egg had
a better than average chance of encountering them.

   "Again!" she commanded.  "Unnhhgg!  Ohgodd...so fucking good...why did I
ever fight you?"

   "You had your reasons," he responded, "they just don't matter anymore,
do they?"

   "No," she agreed.

   "Skyler." He said, and then felt his bonds come loose.  "Oh...I was just
going to ask why that was your safeword?" he asked as he draped his arms
around his new lover.

   "That's my name," she replied.

   "Ahh.  Well, we'll have to change safewords, then, Skyler, as I think
that suits you better than 'Psyche Girl'."

   "I didn't pick it.  Media, remember?"

   "Right.  Fuckin' media...well, you can call me Terry," he revealed.

   "Terry?  Who can we blame for that one?"

   "My parents."

   "Fuckin' parents."

   --

   They did have that foursome Terry suggested the next night, Amazonia
incredibly happy to finally get some sexual relief after being trapped in a
disgusting body for over a year.  Terry's sperm, though, went only inside
Skyler, even though she was pretty certain that he had already impregnated
her the previous day.

   "I may have given your boys a little telekinetic boost," she revealed.

   "Ah, lovely," he replied, and placed his hand on her newly pregnant
tummy.

   She tilted her head to regard him.  "Why me?" she asked.

   He knew what she meant.  "I'm getting older.  When I captured Venus I
thought I might be satisfied with a family, but I read an erotic story
where a dying mind controller transferred his consciousness into another
body.  I was hoping you..." He left off.

   She looked at him.  "I don't know what kind of crap you've been reading,
but even if I was a hundred times more powerful than I am, that would be
impossible, Terry."

   "Fuckin' erotica writers," he growled.

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