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Shattering Earth and Sky (w/khan)

As deep as his influence in her mind had grown, he could feel her beginning to lose consciousness. At your limit? I know you've never been with a man like me, but is this really all you can take? As she grabbed onto his waist, Neil began to thrust in and out of her with slow, steady undulations of his hips. Each time he plowed a little deeper, slowly pushing past her cervix and into her womb. He squeezed her breasts until he felt like they would burst in his hands, then loosened his grasp and pinched her nipples.

"Come on," he growled. "Come for me. I want to hear you scream."
 
Jolt Girl was hardly able to resist it, cumming again as he slowly pushed himself in and forced his way into her cervix, her aching breasts being mashed an his teasing words driving her crazy as well, while her lust kept being reinforced by his powerful influence "Ahhhh.... noooo!... can't... take it... anymoooohhhh!" she screamed and climaxed yet one more time, but this time it was different and he was able to feel it.

All this time she had been holding herself not to harm him but as she grew more sensitive and he continued to wildly fuck her it kept making it more difficult for her to contain herself until she wasn't able to do it any longer. A large spark suddenly was released from her nipples as he groped and pinched them hurting his fingers and throwing his hands away with a discharge that almost burned him out, but that wouldn't be all of it. Neil felt also how his whole manhood was suddenly electrified through his whole length, though in a very different way, the strong electrical pulse instantly forced him to cum like he had never have in his whole life as the jolts continued to further stimulate him making him spasm repeatedly. He wouldn't even be able to pull away or he would risk to get his hands electrified again and could only orgasm once and again until a few seconds later Jolt Girl finally passed out, both of them falling down as a couple of rag dolls.

Sure she was still inexperienced with the full extension of her powers but this... this was totally unexpected and would prove to be much more pleasant (and also useful) if he could teach her to control that skill.
 
Neil hadn't expected the sudden shock, and while parts of it were painful, other parts were... extraordinary. Eventually he was left panting over her, but Jolt Girl had completely passed out. He looked at her lovely face for an instant before prying his hand from her pillowy breast. He smacked her with a growl. "That hurt, you bitch." Then he smiled and stroked her cheek. "I'm going to have to teach you a little more control. But that's okay. It'll be nice to get some kind of challenge out of you. You've been depressingly easy thus far." His thumb brushed the edge of her mask, and after some consideration he carefully pried it from her sleeping face. If she asked later, he would say he didn't want the cameras or the neighbors seeing Jolt Girl with him--or like this at all. That surely it would be better for her if her superhero identity weren't linked to him, that she wasn't seen in such a state.

He had not anticipated finding Stacey Lane under the mask, whose image was hardly less of a concern for her than Jolt Girl's. But really, he shouldn't have been surprised. Who else in this town had a body like Stacey Lane?
 
Even while unconscious her body kept on trembling from such an intense experience, fully discharged she laid now on the floor dripping loads of his cum from between her legs and breathing heavily. Her whole body jumped and she moaned again as he slapped her but that was all, it was clear she wouldn't wake soon not feeling at all how her secret identity was stripped from her or how she would have to be taken out of limo fully naked as her costume was torn apart to shreds. Still the billionaire Neil Demos seen together with the top model Stacey Lane wouldn't be driving that much of attention as they could if she was seen as Jolt Girl.
 
Neil reached down and found his pants, digging his phone out of his pocket. A quick call to building security had the cameras shut off and all the doors electronically locked. Despite what he intended to tell her, he was not going to risk her being seen right now. He wasn't going to share his prize with the security guards or the neighbors.

With that taken care of, he pulled her unconscious body out of the car. For all her power, she was not all that big, and he was much more fit than he liked to let on. It was easy to carry her up to his penthouse. He considered taking her to bed with him--he had been planning on it, in fact--but he didn't want to get another shock... besides, wouldn't it be better for her to wake up to a gentleman? He put a clean sheet on his couch (didn't want her staining the upholstery, after all), then laid her on it. He covered her with blankets before going to his own bed not far away.

He laid down and closed his eyes, delving into her mind to see if she was dreaming yet.
 
Completely exhausted Jolt Girl or rather Stacey Lane as there was nothing left of her costume now, seemed she would be unconscious for a long time. She would only pant and eventually moan in her dreams as she was carried away, when they arrived to his bedroom she already hugging him and had a big smile on her lips even while deeply asleep then she cuddled as she was carefully put on his bedroom couch. After a few instants he laid into his bed and he was easily able to go inside her surface thoughts and then into her actual dream. She was dreaming of both of them having a romantic dinner at the lone lights of a few candles completely alone in a very fashionable room, she was wearing her full uniform and he was using a tux, somewhat an unlikely situation but still very easy to mold at Neil's will. She could be easier convinced he already knew her identity when she woke up if he did it while in her dreams so in a blink she was no longer the powerful heroine Jolt Girl but the fancy model Stacey Lane having dinner in a gorgeous and sexy cocktail dress that openly exposed her beautiful body and sensual assets.
 
Neil grinned across the table at her, eyeing her exposed flesh lasciviously. In here, there was no point to putting on the act of a gentleman--he could be as lewd or as vicious as he desired, and she would not only be powerless to stop him, but when she awoke she would likely assume that her dream was purely a product of her own mind.

He picked up a bottle which only materialized on the table as he touched it (of course, these sorts of changes were usually lost on the dreamer) and poured himself a glass of champagne. But when he poured Stacey's glass from the same bottle, it was not golden, bubbly wine, but sticky white cum.

He held up his glass nodding at hers to indicate she should pick it up. "Shall we toast?"
 
It was only the two of us in the room, no waiters yet the drinks and food where just there if needed, in such way Neil picked the champagne and poured them both. Stacey happily picked up her drink knowing it was his cum what she was having ready for a toast "To you my love, for it is you whom I belong" she took the glass to her lips and smiled as she looked at him from head to toes, stopping just on his crotch with a lewd glance then closing her eyes she swallowed it all in one sip.

The dinner was on their dishes as she finished her drink, steak tartare it was, though something different about the meat as it was shaped more like a pussy, Stacey's pussy to be more precise. As there were no cutlery she couldn't help but touching it with just her bare hands and then fingering it, surprisingly it felt as if she doing it to herself.
 
Neil grinned as Stacey volunteered as his possession. Of course, he could have made her say it--with as much power as he now had over her, he could have forced her mouth to move and her voice to speak whatever words he pleased. Normally he didn't have that much power over his victim's 'body' on the first try... Stacey had already fallen so far, though. Soon he would be able to control her thoughts and emotions, first in dreams, and then while awake. "To me then." He sipped champagne as she happily guzzled his cum.

Then food appeared, and Stacey began to toy with the replica of her pussy that had manifested itself on her plate. Neil swatted her hand away from the cuntsteak. "Don't play with your food," he scolded, a fork appearing in his hand. "Allow me." He stabbed down onto it with the fork, causing agony to lance through Stacey's body--but at the same time, ecstasy, as he caught her clit expertly between two of the metal tines. He rotated it gently back and forth. As pain and pleasure radiated through her body, he kept her from going over the edge. He would not allow her the release of orgasm any time soon. He was considering keeping her on the edge of climax all night, just to see what sort of state she would awake in.
 
Still curiously playing with herself in this odd way, she was driven out of her food masturbation when she felt the pointy yet not sharp fork as if going inside of her, it didn't really harm her but it was so delirious and yet so delightful making her instantly wet. Between moans she moved her hands away from her food and took them between her legs, ashamed of how she was feeling in such a fancy dinner. Her face turning red while her legs dripped her hot wetness she was about to excuse herself to go clean herself when Neil went further on and started playing with her clit twisting his metal utensil around it, rotating it around, skillfully pinching it and carefully stabbing it.

Stacey couldn't possibly stand it and bent out of pleasure without any control, her loins burning on the inside without even having been touched at all, her breath stopping for a second she closed her eyes to the intense pleasure she was being given. Her clitoris twitched and tingled and seemed she was just about to cum when he stopped it not letting her reach her climax just yet. Stacey opened her eyes then but she wasn't on her seat anymore, instead she was laying in front of Neil with her back against the table, her legs were fully spread as she grabbed her own ankles and it was her actual pussy now in the place where his plate should be, fully available and dripping juicy eager to be eaten away.
 
"Here, let me sample that sauce, my pet..." He shifted forward and placed his thumbs along her pussy lips, although the fork still stood upright against her clit, prodding her flesh and twisting her sensitive nub. He spread her dripping hole wide, inspecting the inside, before leaning in and running tongue slowly along her cunt.
 
The place suddenly lost its sense of privacy, feeling like a fancy french restaurant. Shades of people started appearing around them walking around them as Neil dove into her wetness. The shame of being surrounded by stranger wasn't enough to overcome the amazing pleasure she was receiving from having her pussy eaten like he did, she couldn't help throwing her head backwards watching how a waiter approached to their table only to follow his way after walking next to her. Stacey hands slipped from her ankles then in both shame and ecstasy, trying to grab them again to keep herself fully spread she could only hold herself by her thighs, hugging her legs as her moans increased in volume thanks to the skilled tongue fucking her.
 
Even as his tongue slithered deeper between her pussy lips--hot, wet, and impossibly long--she could feel his breath in her hair as he murmured into her ear. After all, he was hardly bound to having just one mouth, or body...

"Don't pretend you have any shame..." Her eyes snapped open as magazine covers floated through her field of vision, several of them opening to centerfolds as they passed. They were all photos of her, but not quite as she remembered them. Somehow her garments always seemed a touch skimpier, her clothes a bit more provocative. "How is this any different from what you already do?"

The phantom crowd passing by grew into a larger, denser crowd fixated on the table, which was suddenly sitting at the end of a runway. Spotlights fell on her bare body, nude except for an elaborate necklace that hung heavily around her neck. The many tiny loops of metal were cold against her stick, while the little studs of jewelry were hard, some of them almost sharp.
 
His tongue went deeper between her legs like a snake into its den, describing impossible movements for human tongue causing her yet an even more impossible pleasure yet somehow she wasn't able to orgasm, not just yet.

Vogue magazines appeared flying before her showing her most sexy pictures of her career that somehow turned skimpier every time, as he teased her they started turning into Playboy ones before her eyes, showing pictures displaying her in a more sexual way with every turned page. She was barely able to resist it having Neil's long tongue fucking her in a impossible deep way while yet another Neil held her hair and whisper into her and directly into brain.

With her arms still hugging her wide spread thighs against her breasts she noticed she had no clothes all of a sudden drawing the attention of the crow which quickly increased around her with cameras flashing capturing images of her own lewd perversion. Flashes then turned into spotlights and photos taken of her turned into videos, she soon herself was able to picture herself becoming viral all over the net as she was so close to cum and squirt all over the place.
 
He pulled his tongue out of her, only to slowly lick all the way up her slit. The rough middle of his tongue scraped against her pussy lips, while the slimy tip parted them and slid along just between them. Meanwhile Neil continued to murmur into her ear as another of his hands grabbed her breasts, squeezing them tightly and digging his nails into her flesh. "Isn't this better? This is what you want, right? As a model, as a hero... to parade yourself before everyone, to be admired by all? Or maybe... you would rather be degraded?" Thumbs pried apart her labia, and a multitude of cameras flashed and clicked. The pages of the magazines turned, revealing new pictures of her pussy, spread wide and gushing with her eagerness. As these images reached her eyes, he caused her arousal to surge--there were limits to how horny her physical body could be, how much pleasure her nervous system was even capable of processing, but in the dream it was limitless.
 
The delirious feeling of his tongue spreading her folds apart, his rough but skilled hands movement on her swollen breasts, she was still at the edge of a climax but not just yet, still he continued. His words echoing in the most deep corners of mind she didn't want it but right now she only craved for more slowly building a confusion in her mind that would easy the task of molding her as he wished.

The crow got closer at her then not just limiting to watch but touching her now as well, with multiple hands all over her the pleasure in Stacey's body kept rising beyond her limits yet it didn't stop opening hidden doors in her mind to her most taboo desires allowing his words to nest and push those limits away. His thoughts would start growing now as her own and the images shown were becoming imprinted in her subconscious leaving her wishing for that without even realizing. Everything would be turn out to be as he wanted, it was just a matter of pushing her in the right direction in the real world.
 
As the multitude of hands began touching her, the crowd's vaguely defined features came into view. They were all Neil, dozens of him, hundreds. They did not all have his build, his body--some were taller, or more muscular, some were fat and hairy, some were women, nearly as curvaceous as Stacey or slim and elegant. But they were all unmistakably Neil, his face, his predatory grin.

The table was gone. She was being supported only by a sea of hands as the Neils closed in on her, their bodies pressing against her from all sides. Still he continued to murmur into her ear. "You fall for a guy you barely know... you fuck him desperately in the back of a car until you pass out... you put everything you can on display hoping, praying that someone will just... take you." Something hard and hot brushed against her backside, and the smell of Neil's cock hit her nose. "There's a word for women like you. Say it. Admit what you are and maybe you'll get what you're looking for." He squeezed her breasts to the point of pain, not that it could make a dent in the pleasure she was feeling. If anything, he was just creating ties between the two sensations. He hissed a word into her ear, his tongue once again licking slowly along her slit. "Slut."
 
The Swarm of Neils quickly surrounded Stacey reaching for her, touching her, rubbing her, groping her. There was no inch of her body that was not being caressed by him, or her as there also happened to be female Neils in the crowd, soon she was lifted by the sea of hands, no more table, no more restaurant, only Neils all around as the room slowly went darker. Her skin becoming more sensitive and her ears growing more receptive as the lighting went dimmer by the second. "Yes... yes.." she moaned to the choir of voices teasing at her but only at the beginning, as the hands playful touch went rougher and the whispers started to humiliate her.

Stacey tried to resist, "No...no... that's...not true" but every attempt would be completely useless her shivering and flowing juices giving away her aroused state. She would not be able to resist long though, her hands having released her own thighs a while ago it was Neil now who held her shivering legs above her head not letting her go while a some of their cocks were rubbed against her hands and mouth. All went dark soon and wouldn't be able to see anything at all but her other senses highly increased, the smell of his hot throbbing shaft being irresistible and his taste even more as she took it in between her lips. Stacey wouldn't stop sucking and stroking the three cocks offered to her and she couldn't do anything else but orgasm as she finally was called a slut.
 
Neil had meant to hold her back, deny her orgasm until morning, but as much power as he had, he was not in complete control yet. Still, he couldn't ask for better timing, as she came with a meaty shaft down her throat and another in each hand. As she spasmed and shook from her climax, he showered her with jizz--not just from the cocks she was holding, but from every angle. Her entire body was spattered with his cum, and it burned slightly wherever it touched. He finished the torrent with a mighty burst of seed into her throat, which threatened to overflow from her mouth even as he pulled out.

He directly took control of her jaw then, making her muscles slack as he put a thumb on her chin. He held her jaw open and gazed into her cum-filled mouth. Images flashed through her mind of her own lips, parted, panting, showing a lolling tongue and a mouthful of semen. "Slut," he said again, before compelling her to swallow. But even as she gulped it down, there didn't seem to be any less in her mouth, just an endless stream flowing down her throat.
 
The warm white shower felt so wrong, so sinfully forbidden yet so delicious at the same time, Stacey could feel a new orgasm quickly building up as she was covered with Neil's sticky seed. But that was not all, feeling the throbbing on both of her hands and her lips too made her crave for more, one more cock to pierce her eager pussy but she would receive more than she wished for.

A thick shaft thrust into her depths then and almost immediately another followed suddenly invading her narrow asshole. It was the first time she was fucked in the ass, even in her dreams but the fact it felt so real made her eyes go wide open and try to pull off to moan and scream without choking on his cum. He wouldn't let her his thumb holding her back and relaxing her whole body allowing her to swallow all of his load and more. Two new warm streams of cum accompanied the one on her throat, both her holes clinging tightly to his mighty rods as she called her slut again. As he did she saw herself wearing her Jolt Girl outfit again but it had a couple of holes ripped down to allow him to continue fucking her. Just before she woke up her mind as a model and as a heroine was being molded into nothing more than a sex slave for him.
 
Neil woke a moment after Stacey, and immediately sat up. For most people, transitioning between waking and sleeping took time, a few seconds to get acclimated at least. But for Neil they were practically the same. He put his pants back on and walked over to the couch where Stacey lay. After the dream he had given her, it wouldn't surprise him if she were still reeling.

"Good morning," he said, resuming the friendly, innocent mask he had worn most of the last evening. "Sleep well?"
 
Stacey woke up suddenly emitting a loud scream of pleasure, panting and completely soaked between her legs. Her ample bosom bounced and wiggled free of the sheet that covered her full nakedness. It took her a few seconds to recognize that as a dream but she couldn't recall clearly what had happened the night before, where was she? The sound Neil made when waking up gave her a few hints.

She looked around then, "Neil ..." she whispered to herself, her boyfriend? more of her lover actually but she couldn't stop thinking of him as her master. She blushed on that thought, no that cannot be she is might Jolt G... she realized then she was not wearing her mask, or any clothes actually, the thin sheets finally falling to the floor when her whole body trembled as she touched herself verifying she was completely wet. Stacey wasn't able to stop though, almost reflexively her fingers deeply explored her insides while her other hand was started fondling her swollen breasts, when Neil came closer the last word she was thinking of escaped through her lips in a slight dubious tone between moans, "Master?... er I mean Neil"
 
He grabbed her wrists, pulling them away from her breast and crotch. His smile grew a bit more confident, though he still took care not to show any hint of the cruel satisfaction that was welling up in him from her words. "Master's fine, if you're into that." He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. "Did you sleep well? Stacey."
 
Stacey blushed as she called him her Master, but she embarrassed even further when he grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her body realizing he had seen her deviant behavior and moreover her whole naked body exposed and her folds fully soaked and spread. "Neil...Neil" she repeated as if trying to convince herself he should call him by his name, Neil, and not master. But her words quickly turned to whispers and then to moans when he moved closer and placed his head against her, breathing through her mouth and trying to move her hands she found herself trapped but in a very gentle way. The word 'Master' came back to her head then and it sounded much more appealing this time.
 
"You can say it, Stacey." He stood up, pulling her up from the couch with him. "You want to say it again, don't you? As it happens I like hearing it... so go on. Maybe you'll get something good." He jerked his hips slightly, bumping his crotch against her. Even though he was still clothed, she could feel his growing hardness through his clothes.
 
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