MagicThunder may or may not be one of her psychology professors, but one thing was certainly true — Cindy was being schooled in the make-up of her own psyche, becoming acutely aware of the fragmented nature of her "self", of her own conflicting wishes and needs. And worse, the part of herself that she knew the best, the one whose voice and agenda were the most familiar and central — essentially her, "Cindy", her ego or at least the part that she normally thought of as her whole authentic self — that Cindy was being swept aside, its will rendered impotent. She had been reduced to the position of a helplessly resisting observer inside of her own brain. The Cindy inside knew what was happening, kept trying to stop it, to regain control of the situation, to regain control of her own body...

Fuck! Why couldn't she resist these desires, why couldn't she stop herself from doing things and saying things and thinking things that were causing her life and her libido to spin so far out of control?

The answer was simple yet unimaginable — the poems. They had her in their grip, or MagicThunder had her through them, and she couldn't break free.

And somehow MagicThunder was re-writing the rules. Both earlier in the day and the night before, she had either been herself or not — Jeckle or Hyde, as one of the poems had said — she had either been regular Cindy or controlled fuck-happy Cindy, with no middle ground.

But now... She could see quite clearly how her normal inhibitions or hesitations were being trounced, swallowed whole. "Sensing what's real" — it was right there in the new poem, as was her inability to resist what was going on. Her consciousness was fragmented, her "normal" self placed in an in-between position, a place of seeing her body and her desires and sometimes even her thoughts as they were carried away from herself on invisible, power-hungry, sex-starved winds.

She was still Cindy and in some ways she was even more than Cindy, able to make such hot things happen just by the force of her will. Except that it wasn't really her will. She was MagicThunder's wind-up MC sex-toy, her own desires both hijacked by and merging with the desires and wishes of another. She was a super-hot piece, in pieces, and only God or MagicThunder knew where it all would lead.

All of this conflict bubbled inside as she surveyed the choices of shirts and shorts and skirts and dresses in her closet, not finding one thing that felt right to wear outside. Her hands kept moving clothes-hangers and her eyes kept surveying the choices, and this small bit of herself trapped inside began to panic, began to wonder whether she would be made to parade around the city stark naked. MagicThunder had not given any instructions on clothing in the last poem — did that mean she wouldn't be wearing anything at all? And why did she feel this compulsion to leave her apartment when it could only lead to more trouble?

The choice should be her own, it should be her own, dammit! But it wasn't. She couldn't make her hands stop moving the hangers, she couldn't stop her eyes from looking or some part of her brain from rejecting perfectly acceptable outfits. What or whom did the final choice belong to? MagicThunder? Her Ms. Hyde sexbomb self? She could sense that the choice would be made when her ringed nipples and her buzzing clitoris chimed together in some special way, singing their agreement. Did the choice of her attire belong to her fucking sex organs?

Sex organs... She shuddered, her hands leaving the clothing racks, squeezing her own thighs and then running in and up. She watched their cuntward trek in the wall mirror, part of herself willing them to stop while the rest of her was dying for them to continue. When her palms reached the pale blonde thicket between her legs, she hissed out loud, her thighs involuntarily clutching together, burying her fingers in her swollen sex, into that hot furnace that never seemed to cool...

Ohgod, how many times could she come in one day? Was there no end to the hunger? There had to be some sort of physical limit, a threshold beyond which a human being could not cross. Was this never-ending desire what MagicThunder had meant by a "magic pussy"?

She glanced back towards her bed and felt an even greater flush of heat between her legs from the sight of the unconscious Alana sprawled so unceremoniously there. She was still in that final explosive position, the back of her head and shoulders on the floor with her ass rising upwards against the mattress edge, her legs spread wide and slightly angled in the air like helicopter rotor blades. Definitely limber, her body strong, even in destroyed post-orgasmic sleep. She looked like a gymnast who had fainted and crashed to the floor in the middle of a balance beam routine, except that she was naked, with her legs frozen wide apart and the entire region around her gaping pussy all red and swollen like she'd had more orgasms than any one woman had a right to.

Cindy stared at the other woman's shaved vagina, at the drying stains all over her thighs. How many times had she made Alana climax? "Made" was the operative word here — Cindy had stimulated her neighbor with her tongue, her lips, her nose and fingers and nipple rings and even her toes...

But the real fun began when she started to overtly use the power of her mind. It was her new secret sexual weapon, somehow there, somehow real — and she had used it to push Alana's buttons at will, to make her feel things, to make her body do things, to make her come so strongly and so many times and to keep the need going, to keep Alana hungry and desperate even as she was screaming out her deliverance.

Just remembering the two of them together out in the hallway, Alana's tongue on her clitoris, lapping crazily like a true bitch in heat... Ohgod, and then bringing Alana here to the bedroom, devouring the Latin beauty's vagina with her lips and her clairvoyant tongue, Cindy's first taste of pussy, finally realized. No woman should exit this life without tasting another woman's excitement on her lips, without hearing another woman scream out her passion, her appreciation, her Need.

If anything, her tongue felt even more attuned to the wishes of a woman's desires than it had earlier when giving supernatural blow-jobs to men. As if confirming the thought, her tongue ran along the roof of her mouth, vibrating crazily. Christ, it was like her tongue was becoming a separate creature with its own intelligence. Was there anyfucking thing that she couldn't do with it now?

Her body trembling from the memories, she wished that Alana would wake up, ready to go at it again and again... But it wouldn't happen, the other woman had already borne more excitement than was reasonable, and her body had finally given out. Too bad, too bad...

Staring at the unconscious Alana, Cindy felt a surge in her pussy accompanying a sudden thought, a quivering push of a thought, so exciting and excited... Oh no, she realized, as the thought surfaced and took form within some out-of-control region of herself: Could she subject Alana to jolting orgasms even in her sleep?

She tried to fight the urge, to sabotage the desire from her position on the inside of herself... But it was useless, she was walking over towards the bed, her pussy on fire with the idea, her breasts aching, her nipples raging... And then she directed her thoughts onto Alana's unconscious form.

Haunted dreams all through the night, orgasmic screams, pussy delight...

Almost instantaneously, Alana's thighs twitched. Cindy stood there, watching. Slowly, slowly... Yes, ohhh yesss, Alana's cunt began to glisten again and her spread thighs quivered... She moaned with the lazy voice of one fast asleep, her nose wrinkling, her pupils visibly moving back and forth beneath closed lids. The lower half of Alana's body toppled sideways onto the floor, and she lay there, her mind absent but both hands reaching between her legs, driven by an irresistible impulse. By the impulse that Cindy had demanded be there. Holy fuck, the things she could make people do and feel...

Whether the powers were given to her or only on loan through MagicThunder's influence, she was suddenly capable of projecting her sexual desires, her erotic thoughts and wishes, and there didn't appear to be any limitations. She groaned out loud, the realization exciting her, and brought a finger up farther between her thighs, tapping at her clitoris, growing wetter and wetter... Ohgod, ohyes, it's coming, another one, anotherrroohhhhyessss!

Her legs gave out beneath her as the tremors coalesced and exploded. She cried out, another thunderous orgasm ripping through her body, the electricity shooting everywhere, the waves flooding and reverberating, echoing, echoing... Ohmyfuckinggod!, she thought, her ass raised in the air and her hands clawing at the floor — how many times, as though her capacity to experience orgasms was reproducing inside of herself, breeding, never running out of steam.

She brought her left hand back between her legs, intending to stroke herself, to bring herself off over and over, but there on her knees she spied a tall shopping bag shoved into a corner of the closet. Oh fuck, she thought, her hands a half-step in front of her brain, already reaching out. The bag was from a local lingerie shop and contained the leather and fishnet teddy and stiletto-heeled sandals that Michael had bought her for her birthday back in June. Oh no, please don't make me...

But her hands were already drawing the flimsy garment out of the bag, and her tits and pussy screamed their approval. Her body shook with excitement and feeble resistance as she stood and fit her spectacular curves into the mesh, filling the formless strands with her perfectly sexy anatomy. She worked the fuck-me shoes onto her feet and stood tall, her back straight, her mighty breasts standing out proudly. Ohfuuuuuuck...

The vision of herself in the mirror was almost too much to bear. She had worn the outfit only one time, on the night that Michael gave it to her. The present had kind of pissed her off — it was a completely selfish gift, all about his pleasure, not hers — but she had worn it that one night, the two of them sharing one of their more memorable fuck-sessions. And now she knew why Michael had that stunned, helpless look on his face when she slipped her body into his present. No wonder he'd come so quickly and so forcefully, groaning hoarsely with great ropes of cum spurting out of his cock from just one touch of her fingertips on his throbbing purple helmet.

She was hellaciously sexy, her body designed for this very thing. The aggressive shoes accentuated her shapely ankles and calves beautifully. Her long legs were bare, the teddy beginning with a minuscule leather crotch (with bow-tie leather opening) that arced high up her hips. Her big breasts were more accentuated than obscured by dark blue fishnet filaments, her aureoles and nipples plainly visible. And in her middle, completely exposing her taut abdomen and navel, a leather rimmed, vertically-oriented oval opening, the shape reiterating that she was a being who came equipped with a vertical slit for a sex organ.

She surveyed herself with growing heat, seeing no flaws. She looked gift-wrapped with nothing really hidden, far sexier than if she were totally naked. Her long blonde hair was wild and she had Alana's cunt juice all over her face and body. Ohgod, too much, too hot, she smelled like pure sex and she looked like pure sex, showing more skin than any hooker she'd ever seen prowling the streets. What she was wearing was probably illegal, too revealing — hell, she didn't even wear things this brazen on the internet! But she knew that she was going out there like this, prowling for trouble, whether she liked it or not.

Thunder crackled outside and Alana began to cry out in her tortured sleep, her fingers working madly at her vagina. Cindy took one last look at her ultra-fit neighbor, knowing that tonight was only the first of many nights together. Then the heeled sandals began to move her towards her front door. Mystic was perched on the coffee table in the great room, staring at her past the smashed computer, his eyes bright and wary.

Shards of glass and plastic bits, round bare ass and great big tits...

The small, trapped piece of her mind that heard her rhyming sex thoughts — and unsuccessfully tried to resist — asked her sweet kitty to pray for her.

In her first ten seconds out on the street, she was greeted by whistles, shouts, an "Oh baby!" and a "Holy sheeeiiit!". The reactions penetrated right inside her dripping pussy, making her gasp. Light mist drifted through the air, and she felt so hot that she wondered whether the mist could actually be steam rising from her body. Diffused lightning flashed brightly in the sky, but there was no answering rumble. Her shoes clicked on the wet pavement and she knew this time, she knew that she was the answer to the flashes of electricity. She held the thunderous power in her own boiling body, in her own hijacked thoughts.

A surge of traffic brought four or five taxis past, their horns blaring in appreciation of her better-than-naked body.

Taxi drivers on the road, blow your horns and blow your load...

She turned left at Eighth Street, her steps purposeful, her enmeshed breasts bouncing, and in that instant she was certain that she would be forced to retrace her steps from the night before. Horns honked behind her and then the squeal of brakes, followed by the grinding crunch of metal on metal. The sounds of sexual chaos made her nipples ache, made her pussy flare, and she felt her lips turn up against her will, smiling with satisfaction. She felt like a category five hurricane in heels, her gorgeous body filled with sexual winds, a storm surge of lust pushing out from her turbulent core in all directions.

A group of young guys came out of an apartment lobby several doors ahead and they all stopped in their tracks, their eyes traversing her curves while their mouths uniformly dropped open.

Her breasts felt alive and purposeful, her dripping cunt crackling with energy. One of the guys groaned out loud and she crooked her finger at him, feeling his helplessness, feeling the space between them shrink until her thoughts were inside of his body, drawing his hormones up towards the surface where she could whip them into a lather. Stirred not shaken, gonads awaken...

He groaned more loudly and fell to the concrete, his body jerking wildly. All of you, she thought, moans and groans, it's time to dance, come alive inside your pants...

Her shoes clicked towards them and she stood there, looking down at their writhing, shuddering bodies, at the look of dreamy shock in their eyes as they clutched their erupting crotches. The scent of semen blew up on a warm breeze and her tongue flicked out, tasting the men in the damp air.

One of the guys, the one who had groaned first, reached out feebly, his hand trying to grasp her left calf. Deep inside she worried about the man, but MagicThunder made her laugh instead. She squatted on her heels, unzipping his trousers and pulling his cum-covered dick out into the night. She had him licked clean with two quick swipes of her tongue, and with that brief contact she knew all about this guy, Yuri. And through him she knew all she needed to know about his twitching friends, too, about their lives, their lovers, their strengths and weaknesses...

Mix and match another's snatch, swap till you drop and never ever stop...

Ohgod, what was MagicThunder making her do? These poor guys would be compelled to fuck each other's girlfriends, perhaps forever! No, it's sick! We can't know what kind of heartaches will ensue, how we might totally fuck up dozens of lives!

Lightning flashed and something about the way she was looking out of her own eyes shifted, her field of vision widening as it had earlier in her hallway. She could feel a presence looking out, a presence that saw the overcome men through her eyes.

Against her wishes, her mouth returned to Yuri's cock and she wrapped her lips around him. She swirled hot saliva around his helmet and her tongue flicked just where he would have no choice. It was more than coaxing his spent cock back to life — her clairvoyant tongue demanded that this cock become resurrected. In seconds she had him fat and engorged, his balls on fire. Her head bobbed up and down, slowly at first but then at fantastic speed, drawing the semen up and out as though into a wet vortex.

He screamed like a wild animal when he came again, and she could feel this strange presence inside tasting the copious gobs of Yuri's cum through her, simultaneously experiencing all that she experienced.

This was different, this wasn't a piece of herself tasting the man and tasting the action. This wasn't some hidden part of her psyche, she could tell the difference. It was distant, yet somehow present, using her, sensing things and feeling things through her. The perspective was female, young...

MagicThunder! Not here and yet here in some way — Cindy could almost taste the woman, taste her emotions, her thoughts... Wait, wait, not a woman, younger than that. A girl. A girl? A teen-ager? MagicThunder, whomever or whatever she was, was a teen-ager?

Yes! Cindy didn't know if she could trust these impressions, but she sensed the presence, perhaps hundreds of miles away, and even caught pieces of a name... Jess, Jessie, Jessica, something like that? But whatever h/er/is real name and gender, MagicThunder was giddy with power, barely able to believe for h/er/imself that s/he could inhabit Cindy like this from afar.

She sensed MagicThunder's elation at having been granted control of such a gorgeous body, at being able to suffuse another being with nearly limitless sexual force, extending h/er/is powers over such great distances with no real restraints...

We have to stop this!, Cindy tried to communicate to the presence. It's... unimaginably exciting, yes, I admit that, but it's so wrong! Stop now, let me go before we...

She smelled fresh pussy in the air, the scent piercing her senses. She lifted her head and saw two young women standing frozen in shock half a block ahead, staring at the nearly naked pin-up beauty hovering over a guy's dick on the mist-enshrouded sidewalk like a cum-sucking vampire.

No mercy from MagicThunder, she could feel that. Ohgod, run!, she thought, just before the rhyming thoughts surfaced. Tunnels so hollow, must stuff your slits, explosions to follow when something truly fits...

The two women cried out in unison, the sound sending chills up Cindy's spine at the same time that her pussy gushed with excitement. The women ran off in the opposite direction, perhaps to seek out their boyfriends' cocks, perhaps heading for the nearest shop filled with sex toys. Or maybe they would just fuck the first thing they saw.

Cindy smacked her lips clean and stood, the huntress part of her mind looking for a new subject to fuck with. A car horn erupted behind her and she turned just in time to see a yellow taxi smash into the rear of a parked SUV, her pussy flaring at the moment of impact. The driver, a young Indian or Pakistani guy, opened his door and staggered out, holding his crotch, then fell to the pavement. To anyone else, it would look as though the man's groin had been injured by the impact, but Cindy's keen senses smelled his semen, felt how he was still spurting uncontrollably. Oh yes, yesss! She was on the brink of exploding again and the foreign part of her perception was nearly ready to come, too.

She knew that all of this was wrong, that she shouldn't be feeling so excited by the sexual meltdowns around her — but the heat in her body was there, what she could do or what MagicThunder was doing through her felt incredible and made her feel incredibly hot. The lust she felt might be magnified by MagicThunder but it wasn't entirely imposed — she was getting off on both the power and the helplessness, just as she had when reading the hottest mind-control stories.

And she could sense that this was all new to MagicThunder — not the mind-control itself but this ability to work sexual magic through another being over great distances. Cindy was not only a sexual pawn, a puppet — she was an amplifier, giving the young MagicThunder a scope of ability that was new and relatively untested.

Sirens approached from behind. Cindy's hand reached down and plucked a long tan-colored raincoat from the hands of one of her cum-spurting victims, loosely slipping it over her fucktastic body. Camouflage, at least for the moment. Her heels stepped over the mass of groaning men and she was again on her way, approaching Lafayette Square.

It was late and the weather was damp, but on a Saturday night just days before the start of school, the square was teeming with humanity. People were entering and leaving the subway station or gathering in small groups, just hanging out on a hot summer night. Everyone was a stranger — she saw no familiar faces in the crowd — but so many here were young, probably students like herself. The tiny, overrun piece of her real self wanted to shout out, to warn the people to run, to hide.

Lightning flashed above the city as she stepped into the middle of the intersection, a warm breeze whipping the long coat open, the crowd gradually becoming aware of her state of undress. She heard murmured voices, whistles, guys calling out. A hulk of a police officer left his position at the steps to the subway and moved towards her, his face grim.

Cindy could feel MagicThunder reaching a decision through her, deciding to embrace the confrontation, to make a statement right here and now. She watched in horror from the position inside of herself as her body pivoted to face the approaching cop. A simple shrug of her shoulders dislodged the raincoat, which fell onto the pavement, bunching at her feet. Amid gasps and shouts and honking horns, her hands moved down to her crotch, untying the leather ties at the base of the teddy. In seconds, her dripping vibrating cunny was tasting the humid air, tasting the excitement and the tension in the crowd, tasting the perspiration and the confusion and the lust emanating from the huge cop, not ten yards from her now.

A man in blue growing so thick, time for you to pump your hard dick...

He stopped in his tracks and watched, aghast, as his hands worked at the zipper of his pants. Cindy didn't even look at him beating himself off — instead, she turned on her heels and swept the entire crowd with her gaze, her right hand dropping down to her ravenous pussy, her fingers dancing lightly on her buzzing clit. In went a finger, then another...

Ohgod, oh yes, one orgasm, two orgasm, three orgasm, four, everybody come and then beg for more...

Lightning flashed again and the fire between her legs gathered and detonated. Her knees buckled and she dropped onto the raincoat at her feet, her otherworldly climax bathed in the cries and screams and breathy moans that sounded all around her, male and female, a chorus of coming/overcome voices booming out more loudly than any clap of thunder.

Inside, with the force of two consciousnesses, she rode the explosive waves, one clap of a thunderous orgasm knocking against another. All that we feel spreading out wide, all pleasures fueled by this overwhelming tide...

The sound of her stiletto heels clicking down below told her that she was walking again. MagicThunder must have taken control of her movements at some point while she was still reeling from the incredible orgasms. She tried to shake her head but it remained steady and purposeful. Fuck! How long had she been walking, and what kind of twisted sexual scenes had she left in her wake?

Her body was wrapped within the long raincoat as she headed east down St. Mark's Place. Lustful stares and the occasional whistle accompanied her passage through the crowd, but it was nothing that prompted MagicThunder to misbehave. Her shoes took her into a small boutique and she found her hands sifting through a display of elegant silk scarves. She picked out a black one and walked out the door.

"Excuse me!", came a harsh Hindi-accented voice behind her. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Cindy whipped around and fixed a lovely Indian woman with her gaze. Run back inside!, she thought. A scarf isn't worth it, don't provoke MagicThunder! But it was too late. Cindy's cunt came alive as unbidden, unstoppable thoughts arose.

Your nipples straining, your clit on fire, your pussy complaining, no relief for your desire...

The store clerk released an animal groan, her dark eyes bugging out. Cindy turned around and walked on, knowing that the poor woman would be incurably horny for God knew how long.

She made it through the rest of St. Mark's Place without tossing any more bombs, the form-covering raincoat saving scores of people from MagicThunder's wrath. But as she made her way into the alphabet streets, turning right for The Drowning Flamingo, she knew that MagicThunder had only temporarily held h/er/is fire.

It seemed as though the bar's green neon light was a "go" signal for her hormones, as everything came to attention in a whole new way. Her boobs ached afresh and her pussy felt like it was going critical. There could be no doubt that MagicThunder's real targets were there inside the narrow bar, drinking and mingling and enjoying themselves on a hot Saturday night. They had no idea what they were in for.

Cindy stood outside the door in the lightly falling rain, gathering herself for... for... She really didn't know what, but it was sure to be hot and twisted — everything MagicThunder wrote or did through her was hot and twisted. A woman exited the bar and took a moment to open an umbrella. Before she could walk off, Cindy grabbed the woman's wrist.

"What the fu..."

"Blindfold me with this," she commanded, holding out the black scarf.

The woman looked at her like she was crazy, but then complied. MagicThunder's power, working even without rhymes? The normal piece of her mind tried to puzzle things out as the scarf was knotted at the back of her head. The second that the world went dark around her...

"Oh, ohh, OOHHH!", Cindy gasped, all of her awareness seeming to drop down from her head, falling into her body. She heard her blindfolding assistant running away, the sound entering her ears normally, but the sound was processed deep inside her tunnel and in her hard nipples, her nipple rings feeling like twin round antennae.

"Oh, fuuuuck!", Cindy cried out. "This is, this is..."

This was fucking incredible, as though her mind or MagicThunder's mind had taken up residence inside of her breasts and her hot, wet pussy.

She shrugged off the raincoat and stood there, feet planted wide apart, fine drops of rain collecting all over her body. She could almost see herself glistening in the warm streetlight, see the water wetting her shoulders, dripping off of her erect nipples, mixing with her already saturated downy pubic hairs. She was a wet wet-dream come to life, a shiny blonde fuck-goddess with a calculating cunt and big tits for brains.

And the consciousness centered in her body knew that she no longer needed the stupid rhymes. Standing here like this, all of her senses on overdrive and with MagicThunder's awareness added to her own, she could make anyfucking thing happen with nothing more than a thought, as long as the thought was sexual. And what else did her MagicThunder-tit-cunt-consciousness care about?

She "saw" the door, opened it and stood there, half inside and half out, like a tongue poised teasingly right at the entrance of a hot waiting vagina, her breath and glorious physique stirring up the joint while she didn't even move a muscle.

Her special awareness swept through the patrons as a chorus of gasps and "Holy shit!'s" arose, blending with the tropical music blaring from the sound system. So much sexual vitality under one roof. Like the night before, everyone was young, this was a hot-spot for the hip and the beautiful and well, well, what do you know? Lance, again behind the bar at the back.

Poor Lance, dutifully reporting to work despite the temptation of fantastic sex with her, doing his best to retain his bartending gig and, perhaps, his relationship with Sara. Even without being able to see him, she knew that he was staring at her, that he was feeling raw surging lust mixed with shock and well-placed fear of what she might do tonight to further complicate his life. She sensed his eyes taking in her seductive attire, her ravishing curves. She sensed his mind recalling how amazing the sex with her had been last night, sensed his big-boob obsession kicking in, swelling his cock in his pants, a bead of pre-cum dribbling out the tip.

You've been a baaaaad boy, Lance. Lusting for these breasts, cheating on your woman, betraying your best friend. But worse, I told you to get me some lotion so we could fuck for hours, and you did not comply. You think your job is more important than fulfilling my desires? You think you can defy the wishes of this body? I just might have to... to...

Her body shifted to the left, detecting a familiar scent, recognizing another presence. Cindy's pussy let loose a satisfied "Ahah!", throbbing in a new way. It was the unseen woman from last night, seated at a nearby table, surrounded by friends. The scented cheek on her cheek, the hungry tongue briefly thrusting into her mouth — so you're a regular, or were you drawn here?

Maybe it's Ladies' Night, her salivating cunt chimed in, absoluely delighted.

Gathering so much more knowledge than her eyes ever could, she took in the details of the woman, Natalia: Twenty-four, five feet-eight, D-cup breasts, raven black hair and olive skin, a lower back tattoo of a spiral galaxy. Liked to wear short skirts to show off her well-shaped legs, secretly masturbated over uncontrollable thoughts about having sex with her handsome younger brother. Her parents were from Cyprus and Romania, her father the Romanian ambassador to the United Nations. Natalia fancied herself as something of a high-class gypsy, a stinking rich world traveler and an extremely desirable fuck. A world-class ball-buster, too, she liked to tease both men and women even more than she liked to climax, getting off on the power that her money and her looks and her freedom gave her.

Well, Cindy's vibrating vagina thought — that was all about to change.

She wanted to call out, to scream some sort of warning, but her mouth wouldn't move, her efforts to change things more feeble than in a dream. She felt the air around her body begin to stir, felt the excitement in her pussy overflowing, a wave of invisible sexual somethings cascading forth. MagicThunder's wishes, MagicThunder's commands, flowing out from her glistening slit like a hot wet tide, saturating the bar's atmosphere, infiltrating everyone, bathing the entire space with controlling particles.

Cindy licked her lips, reached out her hand and Natalia was there, her entire body trembling.

"What... What's happening to me?," the unseen beauty moaned. The sounds of clothing coming off in a hurry, the scent of an exotic ravenous pussy, and then Natalia's tongue was in Cindy's mouth, pressing in deep with unnatural hunger.

She had dreamed about this, imagined the potential of feeling so many hungry lips and hands and breasts pressing into her flesh. She heard feminine cries of alarm that morphed into desperate groans of inescapable heat. A second tongue swiped slowly up her neck, dabbing at her earlobe. Fingertips brushed both of her stiffened nipples and Natalia's tongue slipped out of her mouth to journey downward, seeking Cindy's ultimate flash-point, and MagicThunder's current home.

"Oh yessss!", Cindy hissed, just as another mouth, another tongue, began to snake its way up the inside of her left thigh. Female heat closed in from all directions, multiple hands on her calves, on her round ass, a tongue dabbing at her right nipple through the webbing of her outfit, fingertips twisting her other nipple ring, pinching the hardened sensitive flesh. Natalia panted and moaned down below as though she was having some kind of seizure. A never-ending fuck-happy seizure, MagicThunder demanded through Cindy's knowing pussy and aching tits. No more teasing or ball-busting for this one, she would spend the rest of her sexual life needing and pleading for deliverance, always wanting more, coming so easily yet never feeling fully satisfied.

Taste me!, Cindy's cunt projected. She stood rock solid, herself tasting all of the need around her. Tongues slid and flicked all over her body. She felt three heads moving up her thighs from different positions, one of them Natalia's. Hair and cheeks and noses pressed into her smoldering delta, mouths drawn to her magical pussy like horny moths to wet lightning. Hands tore at the fishnet fibers holstering her mighty breasts and they were set free, free to be lovingly devoured. So much more than a handful, and now there were so many hands and mouths to worship every inch.

The men in the bar remained in their places, prevented from interfering but not prevented from moaning or shouting or having a good whack at themselves. She felt waves of semen-inducing heat emanating from every corner of the bar. It was so easy to see and hear and smell which guys got off on witnessing women overcome with lust over another fabulously beautiful woman, but no one would be spared whether this was their thing or not, MagicThunder would see to that.

Especially Lance. She could sense him on the edge, his mind afraid and not able to believe what he was seeing while his thick cock pulsed down below, unambiguously loving the action so much that it was making him feel faint with desire. Well Lance, why didn't you say something about these girl-on-girl wishes before? Maybe you'd like to be immobilized and watch me play with Alana some night, exploring the limits of her flexibility. Or maybe I'll have to make you witness the transformation of your shy girlfriend into my cunt-devouring love-slave.

The small remaining piece of the "real" Cindy felt horrible about what she was doing and thinking, but MagicThunder had taken matters beyond any familiar sense of mind-control now, uniting with Cindy's body, becoming one with her desires, merging with every bit of her being that craved power and sex. No hope, no way to gain traction, nothing but a wild storm of lust and heat for all of them.

And there was sooooo much heat! Cindy felt Natalia's tongue winning the race to her pussy. Another tongue joined in and then another, all three jockeying for position, fighting for the first delicious taste. Her hard nipples and the soft surrounding flesh of her breasts were on fire. Hands squeezed her ass cheeks and then a slickened finger meandered towards the entrance to her ass, slipping inside. A soft breast tipped with a very hard nipple pressed into her face and she tilted her head to accept the desperate offering, drawing in the nipple and a wide mouthful of the surrounding breast-flesh.

Ohgod, it was coming, two holes filled, her thighs quivering, her clitoris vibrating with pre-eruptive tremors, shaking everything, shaking everyone. MagicThunder was tying them all together, fusing every ounce of sexual force, the whole dripping mass of arms and tits and legs and driven tongues and groaning spectating men ready to blow.

Everybody but Lance, her cunning cunny plotted. The women, the men... Everyone but Lance, climaxing with her, feeling the electricity, feeling the thunder...

Natalia's tongue pulled the trigger, plunging deeply into her cunt, reaching in with uncontrollable need. Her third hole filled, a bright jagged flash filled Cindy's sightless eyes as her body let loose, electric jolts of pleasure imploding within as they exploded throughout the room. Orgasms ripped through her, building upon each other, feeding on the explosive energy, each eruption shooting blinding daggers of slippery blue light across her unseeing eyelids. With the sixth or seventh detonation she toppled into a writhing, gasping mass of female softness, legs and hands and breasts and gaping gushing pussies all around, male and female shouts and cries and desperate groans booming throughout the space. Everyone was inside of her crackling electric climax, each body caught by the storm, riding the winds, absorbing and echoing the force.

Everyone except Lance.

Her vacillating vagina trained its sights on him in mid-climax, "saw" him cowering in a corner behind the bar, felt his reeling mind and his painfully pulsing penis. He was sooooo ready to come, in fact past ready to come. But MagicThunder was somehow preventing his release, saving him for last.

Cindy's body was still vibrating from the orgasms but she found herself crawling towards Lance anyway, her hands and knees momentarily perching upon various parts of her latest victims. They lay like a rolling human sea beneath her, continuing to moan, tossing and turning with a heat that would not stop. No relief, she felt MagicThunder command through her. Everybody inside this bar must fuck at least ten of the others to be released from the magical fuck-spell.

When she reached the bar, she stood and swept her arm out, noisily clearing glasses and bottles out of her way. Then she climbed up onto the flat polished wood, sightlessly regarding Lance on all fours. She heard his teeth chattering, felt the hormones and adrenaline racing throughout his body, smelled his fear mixing with the few dribbles of semen that had managed to leak out from his throbbing cock during all of the excitement. She licked the air and tasted his mind. Poor Lance. He was in pieces, too, so horny and so afraid, the whole of him filled with so many contradictions. It was time to bring all of his uneasy pieces together, to unite his psyche and his entire life into one overarching desire: To have sex with her, to have sex with a woman who could make him do and feel anything.

"I told you to get me some lotion," she was made to say, her voice eerily smooth.

"W...what's h...happened to you, C...Cindy? What h...have you become?"

MagicThunder, she could have told him. An impossibly horny MC sex machine, a woman able to twist more cum out of you than you could ever produce. A woman that you will never get over. A woman you would sell your soul to fuck again, and you know it.

"The rules have changed, Lance. Last night I was yours, any way you wanted me. But you didn't bring me my lotion and you must be punished. Now... You'll need to beg."

"B... b..."

"Yes, b...b...beg. Because you'll do anything to feel your cock inside of me again, won't you? Anything."

"Y...yes..."

"Say it!"

"I... I'll do anything to have my cock inside of you..."

"Your cock is mine."

"M...my cock... is yours."

"Your soul is mine."

"M...my s...soul is yours."

"You'll dump Sara cold and wait for me, as long as it takes."

"Oh God, oh no..."

"Laaaance?"

"I... I'll dump Sara cold and wait for you!"

"You'll dream of me, feverishly, every night, and you'll masturbate, thinking of my tongue, my cunt, my breasts... But you won't come. You'll never come without me, ever again. You'll save it all, let it build up. So much cum, just waiting for my lips and my cunt. It's all for me, Lance. Every drop is mine."

"Every drop... is yours."

She slid her ass down from the bar and gave him his first little morsel, thrusting her knowing tongue into his mouth at the same time that her hands ripped open the front of his jeans, drawing his big hard cock out. Without saying a word, she grabbed hold of Lance's rigid meat with her left hand and used it to drag him with her, over the busy copulating bodies, towards the front door.

She paused once, to whisper her name and phone number into Natalia's ear. And despite the fact that Natalia was madly blowing a total stranger while another cock impaled her never-to-be-satiated pussy, Cindy knew that the beautiful and exotic woman would remember.

Even out on the street, MagicThunder's power was so great that she could leave the blindfold on without any problems. The rain was coming down hard now, making the streets less crowded while turning everything more slippery. Cindy was close to fully naked now, her large breasts completely exposed, water cascading down them, dripping off of her aching nipples and nipple rings. Her tits and calculating cunt calling the shots, she pulled Lance up C Street by his engorged cock, even though there was no chance of him running away. Cindy might be MagicThunder's remote-control mind-cunt-troller, but that just made Lance the slave of a slave, her little horny mouse to toy with.

Despite the heavy rain, there were all kinds of reactions to their pornographic passage, shouts and cries and honking horns. MagicThunder told all of the gawkers to go fuck themselves, and from the sounds of things the command was literal.

She suddenly sensed an especially beautiful young woman running under an umbrella up ahead, and with a wave of her free hand commanded her to stop. By the time that she and Lance came alongside, Cindy knew almost everything there was to know about this girl: Emma, eighteen, Irish-born freshman at Columbia, model-worthy features with luxurious strawberry-blonde hair, great tits and a very tight, very virgin pussy. Catholic girl, dutifully trying to save herself for marriage despite the way her body excited the boys.

Oh no, please no... But her plea was answered by a fresh rhyme, surfacing: Irresistible force, unquenchable object, two desperate whores, part of some demon's project...

Cindy felt herself grin a wicked grin, her pussy reaching out to Emma's body, invisible currents slipping through the girl's openings and pores, charging her hormones with unnatural energy. MagicThunder allowed the girl's mind to remain free as her body chemistry was hijacked, her pussy flaring with a paranormal hunger that no willpower or faith could ever withstand.

Emma screamed for help, dropping her umbrella to the wet sidewalk. Her thighs drew together and her entire body began to shake. She cried out again, repeatedly shouting "No! No!", but her voice quickly devolved into a low animal growl, her lovely blue eyes growing wide and wild.

Ohgod, this is too much, stop! Stop! She's an innocent, you can't, you can't! But MagicThunder could and MagicThunder was on a mission, transforming the girl's mind by attacking her body from within, obliterating a lifetime of morals and restrictions through sudden sexual need run amok.

Emma's sex-crazed eyes lit upon Cindy's dripping breasts and she again managed to breathe "No!" even as her lips sought out Cindy's right nipple. The touch of the young girl's fine mouth on her flesh was like a jolt of lightning, sparks flashing across her inner eyelids. And then she felt Emma's hands, trembling with need and otherworldly hunger, snaking their way down her abdomen, seeking out a fellow cunt, blistering hot.

When the girl's middle fingers made their first plunge into steamy female wetness, Cindy felt truth shoot through her quivering body. The truth was, this felt far too good, MagicThunder's wishes were too aligned with her own desires, with sexual scenarios or fantasies that Cindy could have dreamed of or written about while never ever allowing herself to give in to them. She was like Emma, overcome by herself as much as MagicThunder's influence, too much of herself never wanting this to stop, too much of herself growling with the wish for more and more and even more.

Emma was both crying and moaning as she suckled Cindy's hard nipples and plumbed her hot depths, fearful and shamed and yet too turned on to ever stop. MagicThunder continued to blow a hot wind of sexual ferocity into the young beauty, turning her into a virgin in unvirginlike heat, turning her inexperienced cunt into a blast zone in waiting.

Cindy let go of Lance's cock, and with her hands on the young girl's chin, she brought Emma's mouth up to hers, kissing her on the lips. The kiss was almost loving, almost generous, the two of them were so alike, living this excruciatingly pleasureful pain almost as one. The kiss contained the first taste of anything even close to tenderness from MagicThunder. Was it herself, Cindy, that tiny remaining piece of her authentic self having an effect, finding a way to express its sense of humanity even through MagicThunder's commands?

Yes, it was herself! But the victory was short-lived as Cindy felt her hands roughly squeeze Emma's generous breasts through her wet top. The feel of the young girl's massive mountains in her hands sent shivers of fresh excitement into her loins and Cindy found her real self giving in completely, becoming lost in these carnal delights, too intense and delicious to ever resist. Her tongue parted Emma's lips, thrusting in to transfer some of her otherworldly oral talents to the inexperienced girl. Was it another act of generosity, or a further scheme of MagicThunder's? Whatever the source, lightning snaked across the sky and presto-whoremo!, a faith-filled young virgin had been transformed into a female fuck-machine with unholy sexual talents and a runaway libido.

Cindy grabbed Lance's dick and pulled him into the mix. Unbidden, long since given over to events, he unbuttoned Emma's top and unclasped her bra, exposing her tits to the warm rain and the world. Emma's breasts were fucking fabulous, huge and round and somehow exuding an untouched purity that brought a lusty rumble of thunder from somewhere up above. Again at Lance's hands, down came her skirt and panties, Emma's nude body and virgin snatch there for all the world to see.

To the car, MagicThunder demanded, and Cindy didn't need to ask where Lance had parked his Camry — she could smell last night's sex with canine sensitivity, just across the street. Together, fondling and fueling each other's lust with every step, they crossed the shiny pavement. Slipping her fingers into Lance's pocket, Cindy withdrew his remote key, clicking and opening the back door, then shoving her two slaves inside.

She finally drew the blindfold off her head and stood outside in the downpour, watching Emma strip Lance naked, the open car door framing the action like an oddly shaped movie screen. Lance buried his face in the young virgin's glorious breasts, slurping and sucking wildly, his fingers hungry for every inch of her fine body.

Emma screamed her unholy lust and quickly became the aggressor, wrapping her legs around Lance's torso, twisting until she was the one on top, her creamy breasts now flooding down onto his face. And then, adept in ways unbecoming for any virgin, Emma's tongue darted out, flicking at all it could reach, tasting, gathering information, beginning a downward trek towards Lance's thick cock.

Cindy felt her thighs shaking with anticipation, every bit of the scenario in the car entering her and, through her, MagicThunder. In some ways they were one, all of them — they could all feel Lance's gasping excitement as Emma slipped her wet lips around his cock and drew him inside, her tongue and lips twisting around and around, cork-screwing him with freakish speed and precision.

Lance started to go crazy, his arms and legs jerking, Emma's mouth blowing him in ways that would have any other man spurting in seconds, and yet Lance seemed to be holding on for dear life, his systems firing yet no release transpiring. Up and down Emma's head bobbed, faster, faster. Holy fuck, how was Lance holding together?

Cindy smiled deviously before crying out with delirious pleasure, the realization like a thousand tiny tongues dabbing at her clitoris. Because every drop was hers, forever! Lance would never come, not without her help, no matter how exciting the scenario or how intense the stimulation.

Her need to be entered too much to bear any longer, Emma switched her position with cat-like speed, straddling Lance from above, lowering her tight untouched twat onto his towering pole.

"No, no nnooOOOOYESSSSS!", she screamed, driving Lance in, impaling herself, losing herself and all that she had been.

Cindy fingered herself in exquisite erotic sympathy, watching the two lovers rock the car, rock their senses, Emma riding Lance like a she-demon, riding him so fast and so hard that it was as though the sex-rodeo was now contained within this one car. Emma screamed out her first-ever orgasms with ear-splitting ferocity and just kept going, kept riding the cock that would not come, the cock that could not come, could only remain hard and poised and so ready to fire, either forever or until Cindy set Lance free.

She let him twist in Emma's wet wind, let the formerly repressed Catholic hottie fuck his brains out, let Emma experience all that a hard cock could give her for as long as she could take it, their entire sex-dance thrillingly echoing inside Cindy's occupied tunnel. Only when Emma collapsed on top of Lance and then slid to the car floor, dazed and temporarily spent, did Cindy climb inside, straddling the delirious Lance in Emma's place, her dripping pussy poised right above his desperate hard rod.

She wanted him in her quivering cunt so badly but she made him beg, forced him to beg even though he was half-insane, almost sick with need. And finally, the instant that she lowered herself and drew him inside, she felt the magic. Her tunnel molded itself differently to the mass inside, internal muscles that she hadn't even known she had undulating along Lance's meat, a physical intelligence awakening in her cunt that took penetration to another level, the skills of her pussy finally matching those of her transformed mouth.

She drew great thunderous orgasms out of Lance, ripping the cum from his cock and immediately getting him hard again, so overwhelmed and yet so ready to continue the wild ride. Emma rebounded, too, her unnatural need rapidly recharging her youthful body, her clairvoyant tongue seeking out Cindy's magical pussy. With slippery ease, the three became one, one mass of limbs and breasts and irresistible desires, joining and exploding and reconfiguring to stimulate and explode again, hard rain driving down the car windows, pouring down even as their outpouring of heat drew violent peels of thunder from the heavens, magic thunder erupting as they erupted, over and over...