CASCADE
PROLOGUE
"Have a little too much fun last night?"
Claire rolled her eyes at the slightly stocky guardswoman as she swiped her ID card. "Alarm didn't go off." She leaned forward to peer into the retina scanner as it extended from the side of the booth.
"Lucky you, getting to sleep in." The guardswoman held out her hand past the window, and Claire took it. She allowed her innate mystic defenses to lower, so the other woman could use her telepathy to scan Claire's mind for any obvious deceptions. Claire was not a fan of the procedure, but she'd grown accustomed to it over the past year; with the things Magic allowed some women to do, it would not be too difficult for exceptionally gifted saboteurs to steal a staff member's identity, down to altering their own body to match the appearance. Supplementing the checks with psychic scans was the closest they could get to fool-proofing the system.
The guardswoman gave Claire a sly smile, and the Researcher's Assistant jumped in her seat as she felt the impression of a female tongue give her a deep, sensual lick between the legs. Claire flushed and pouted as the guardswoman gave her a little wink. Claire let out a little breath and shivered as the magic tongue left a sensual tingle that coaxed her sex to moisten. After a few more seconds, the guard released her hand, and Claire let out a little huff as she retracted her arm. She resisted the instinct to reach between her legs.
"Alright, you're clean." The guard thumbed the switch to raise the checkpoint's gate. "Well,
mostly
." She winked and made a tight little ring with her forefinger and thumb, and made a tonguing motion through it.
Claire flushed as the memory of last weekend rose sharply into her thoughts. "Rude!" she huffed. "You want to keep your job, young lady?"
The guard just laughed. "You want to keep
yours
? Better get moving."
Claire huffed again, but shot the guard a wry smirk. "Touche," she said as she pulled forward. Fortunately, the next two checkpoints were a bit more professional, not pulling any little stunts just because they were bored. She still felt a little tremor of arousal each time she had to let the guardswomen scan her mind, and she had to keep both hands on the wheel to resist temptation.
Finally, Claire reached the parking lot, muttering as she had to find a space in the backmost row. She was already late, so she didn't see much point in rushing pell-mell to her station, but she couldn't exactly dilly-dally. As she parked and got out of the car, she winced a bit as the heat in her sex stubbornly refused to calm. Had the other guards slipped her a slow-burn Aphrodisiac Spell? She paused as she opened her senses, and with a start, noticed the ambient Lust Energy that suffused the entire campus was particularly strong today.
A year at the Pandora Research Facility had trained her to shut out even particularly intense bursts of arousal signals from dozens of men at once. A staff member here
had
to, if they were going to be even remotely capable of doing their jobs. The amount of Sex Magic and Lust Energy being thrown around to conduct the experiments would have most civilian women, and even some military-trained women, on the floor, writhing in helpless, brain-melting ecstasy if they were in the same room as some of the test subjects. There were times, while multiple experiments were going at once, that little orgies broke out among the staff just to bleed off their own tension.
But even the strongest surges of Magic shouldn't manage to get through the Barrier that surrounded the testing facilities. The parking lot was a mile away from the nearest lab, and she was able to sense the sexual signals coming from the labs, as if she was in the next building over.
She made her way to the small tram station, only to see the automated shuttle wasn't present. That seemed a little odd. Fortunately, there were a couple of Board Boys on standby, idly sitting in their waiting booth for use.
Claire put on a charming smile, looking with approval as their cocks, already half-hard, started rising to full mast as soon as they saw her approach. All three of the men were naked, strapping studs, but as they stepped out of their booth, they looked down, almost bashfully, their body language submissive as nervous puppies.
Such well-trained lads. Claire reached out and tapped the throbbing cock of the red-headed man, and he immediately lay down on the ground in a supine position, perfectly straight, arms at his sides and his cock aiming skyward at a forty-five degree angle. The other two men shuffled wordlessly back into their booth, as Claire pulled off her heels, and stepped onto the man with her stocking-clad feet. As her right foot planted firmly on his ribs, her left pressed down on his cock, cupping it perfectly with the angle of her foots arch, and the man let out a shuddering little gasp.
She sent a spark of Sex Magical power through his organ, seizing total control of his body. She locked him in position, making his body literally stiff as a board. Then she floated him several feet above the ground, using her power on her own body to keep herself perfectly balanced atop him. Then, with a thought, the two of them flew over the shallow ravine that separated the parking lot from the larger campus, following the bridge that was reserved for shipping vehicles.
She could have crossed the gap in a minute at her starting speed, but before she was even a quarter of the way across, she was forced to slow down. The rush of Lust Energy signals grew with surprising swiftness as she neared the edge of the Barrier. Her sex was suddenly dripping, her panties and stockings starting to soak before she knew it. The man beneath her feet let out a pained whimper as his cock
surged
with excess pressure, feeling like it was about to lever her foot up!
She cut her speed down to a slow cruise, and dropped the two of them to hover only a foot above the surface of the bridge. Something odd was going on. The Barrier which blocked the artificially cut mesa was supposed to block the extreme signals of Lust Energy and block Sex Mage spells from escaping the facilities' range. Even the strongest Archmages on staff had to exert a Herculean amount of willpower to get one spell past the mystical wall. Working in tandem, several Archmages could certainly pierce the shield more easily, but there was no reason Claire could think of as to why they would do that.
As she got closer, her legs quivered, but her trained resilience held her aloft. However, the man beneath her was not as tough. Despite her full-body binding spell, he physically shuddered, and a disorienting burst of sheer Lust Energy fired off from his cock, spiking straight up her leg, and striking her sex like a bolt of electricity! She let out a sudden gasp, and the two crashed onto the ground as she shuddered in sudden orgasm!
The loss of contact kept her from succumbing to a string of climaxes, but with her binding spell broken, the man was writhing and crying out on the asphalt. His penis was so hard it hurt, and yet, the sheer arousal and tingling pleasure from the raw Sex Magic energy spilling out over the bridge made the physical pain pale in comparison to the soul-crushing
NEED
to be touched.
The obedient, submissive, cowed male looked to Claire with a savage sexual hunger. Boy Boards like him were trained, brainwashed if she was being honest, into only acting or speaking on a woman's queue, at least when they were on shift. No young man of his position would dare to even look a female staff member in the eye, much less presume to leer at her so brazenly, if she wasn't directly calling for his attention. But the sheer Lust the man was experiencing right now, despite his own resistance training, had snapped something in him. He started crawling towards her, reaching out to grab her, his diamond-hard cock aiming right at her.
Fortunately, he was just a man. His carnal drives served only to empower her, and she was already a stronger than average Sex Mage. With a single thought, she paralyzed him in place, freezing his body mid-crawl. His agonizingly hard penis fueled the spell which bound him; he'd be stuck that way until she or another woman undid the Binding. Or, in the very unlikely event he managed to go soft any time soon, the spell would dissolve, and he would likely have his head cleared enough to rush back to his station.
Just so he wasn't in danger of a passing vehicle, she floated his frozen form to the shoulder of the bridge, tucked against the wall. She thought about flying him back to the parking lot, but she didn't feel like wasting the time. She had to see what was going on here, and he was just one male grunt in the facility. He would keep for now.
Still, as she turned to jog the rest of the way towards the facility, the young man let out a heartbreaking whimper. With another thought, Claire opted to at least soothe a
bit
of his aching need for female contact. She set a looping Blowjob Spell, nice and slow and sensual, to caress his penis while he waited. His mew of relief lasted only a couple seconds before it cut into a sharp, muffled cry as he hit his Orgasm Block. It was always an existential struggle for guys in his position: what was worse? Dying to be touched and not getting to feel it, or feeling sexual pleasure without any relief?
