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