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 withstand temptation.

Finally, Claire reached the parking lot, muttering as she had to discover 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 begin, 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 gonna 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 wondered, 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 wondered, 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 wondered 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 wondered, 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 all the time 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?

His desperate signals were already drowning out in the cacophony of tension as she approached the edges of the mesa which held the whole of Pandora’s buildings. As she got closer, she found she had to exert an effort to block the signals out. What the fuck was going on in there? The Barrier around the mesa was already strong enough on it’s own, but each of the labs had it’s own system of lesser Barriers, with some of the rooms themselves having another layer just to be safe.

When she finally reached the edge of the Barrier, a great dome of invisible mystic force, her mind’s eye could see the chaotic rippling of the vast Spell. Something was exerting Magical pressure from within against the whole surface of the field. Like a tire being filled with air until it burst, the growing Magical pressure was threatening to crack the Barrier.

Claire swallowed nervously, even as she fought to keep her body under control. She was flushed crimson, her pussy drooling fluid down her thighs, her breathing deep and hot. Before she even realized she was doing it, she had started pulling off her clothes. She managed to stop herself, and concentrated all her mystical strength on shielding herself from the signals. Concentrate… concentrate… as part of her training, she’d been locked in a bunker full of months-denied young men being edged continuously, forced to withstand the overwhelming urge to tear her clothes off and fuck herself blind on their helpless bodies! At first, she had nearly cum herself unconscious just standing in the room. Within a month, she had been able to sit calmly and read a book, totally ignoring the dozens of wailing young men as they were cock-tortured with spells five times as intense as when her training started!

She could do this… she could withstand… she could do it…

Wait… what was she planning on doing once she got in there? If it was this bad at the edge of the Barrier, what was it like inside? And how long had this been going on? Did the guards even know what was happening yet?

She backed away. Something was absolutely not right. Something was… wait, who was that?

Past the barred gates that signified the edge of the Barrier, she could see a naked woman. Tall, blonde, walking with a slow, deliberate step. She was looking around the campus, gazing at the numerous buildings flanking the main road between them. Even though her eyes passed over Claire, the woman didn’t seem to acknowledge her.

It was then she realized there was no one else in sight. Where was everybody? There weren’t even other scientists or guards or the free roaming test subjects or any of the grunt boys… so where…

The was something like a high-pitched droning in the air. Something that was competing with the roar of psychic signals Claire was trying to keep out. The more she pushed the signals away, the clearer the roar became. As she spared a few extra motes of brainpower to figure it out while maintaining her concentration, she realized she was hearing screaming. Cries of passion, of pain, of howling desperate pleas. One of those screams was awfully close, and getting louder, ragged gasps of feminine anguish.

She realized the scream was coming from herself. She realized, dully, that she was now on her knees. Her fingers were wet. She was masturbating. She was naked. When had that happened? When was… oh god… she couldn’t fight it anymore. The pleasure was rising in her core, and she was screaming, and her willpower broke, and the cacophony of sexual signals rushed into her like a tidal wave, and she was cumming, and she was thrashing like a madwoman, and she was screaming, and it hurt, and it felt so good, and her vision was blurring and her hearing was muddling and her body was cooking in sexual heat, and it hurt, and it felt so good, and she was cumming, and it hurt, and she was cumming, and it felt SO good, and she couldn’t stop, and she didn’t know why she’d even want it to, and she could feel her own Magic responding to her impossible ecstasy, radiating like a furnace to torment every cock it could reach, turbo-charging them to coax other women to give into the signals, and oh Goddess, she was still cumming, and her mind was going, there was only the pleasure, forever and ever and ever…

The last thing her conscious mind registered was the naked blond woman standing over her. Then her mystical senses were blinded as the Barrier finally cracked, and all the surging Energy within erupted outwards like a magical nova. And then, she was gone.

PART ONE: CREATED

1.1

She came awake gradually, first aware of the pleasing psychic hum of sexual desire filling the room around her. Instinctively, she reached forward, hands seeking to grasp the source of these pleasing signals, like a baby reaching for its mother’s milk. Her fingers stopped at a hard surface. The sudden awareness of physicality jolted her to consciousness.

She first realized the sensation of warm, thick wetness surrounding her. She next trailed her fingers around the solid surface, smooth, and hard. She could hear muffled sounds of people shouting around her. She opened her eyes, and the world was a blurred mess. But another kind of sense compensated, letting her see everything around her with beyond-human clarity. Something in her mind was able to key into the signals of arousal in the people around her, and in doing so, it opened their minds and bodies to her. Instantly, she knew exactly what all the people around her looked like, who they were, where they were. Her eyes trailed their movements, her mind super-imposing the visual information from her mystical senses onto her mundane ones. She could see them, and the entire room, in perfect clarity, despite her ordinary vision being blocked by the thick slime.

She was inside a large glass tube, floating in some sort of amniotic goop. With instinctive ease, her mystical senses plumbed the information from the mind of the people around her. Scientists. Mostly female, but a few males. Several other males were here as well, test tube clone experiments, speed grown and psychically trained to be obedient Lust Energy batteries.

Lust Energy? Sex Magic? Yes, these things she knew about, without even needing to ask. It seemed a natural part of her. It’s what let her dig into these scientists minds. She did so with no regard for their privacy and no regard for their limits. Each and every one of them gasped and dropped to their knees in shock as their bodies flushed with intense sexual heat. The males in the room were used to this kind of thing, but the women were stunned at the sudden invasive rush. They were used to being immune to other women’s Sex Magic, with some rare exceptions. They had not expected her to cut through their defenses in an instant.

In just a few seconds, the woman in the tube understood everything. She knew she was a clone, the only successful female clone formed from combining several eggs, without including any sperm, mystically splicing purely female DNA. They’d done it with sperm, resulting in the submissive young men the staff used like tools. But eggs had been trickier, for reasons yet undetermined. Again and again, they had tried it, only for every attempt to fail. They couldn’t understand why, except to theorize that maybe the Magic just didn’t want it to happen.

Until they made her. This time, the merger took. Some slip in the Magic? Some slight genetic misalignment between the eggs? Sheer brute force finally working? They still didn’t know why, but they weren’t gonna waste this chance to study what seemed to be their ultimate achievement.

Once conceived, she’d been placed in this vat, her body speed-grown to adulthood in under a month, using the Magic to warp her very flesh. The scientists had been planning, once she was physically developed, to download basic knowledge into her mind using their own psychic abilities, over the course of a few days. They had just gotten started with the first batch of memory implants this morning.

Their mistake. The woman in the tube didn’t need their help with that. With a simple notion, she sucked in everything from their minds, copying it into her own consciousness, blending it into the knowledge she needed to function.

Sex Magic, a mysterious power that had come to Earth a decade ago. Such a strange and uniquely focused power, which gave human females absolute psychic control over human men’s bodies and minds through their genitals and libidos. And beyond merely controlling men’s erections and orgasms and arousal, the magic gave women other powers to ensure their domination of society. Varying degrees of telekinesis, energy projection, shape shifting, teleportation. Most women still only had influence over men’s bodies, but the exceptional Mages proved there was more to the Magic than just a good time.

So the scientists got to work, experimenting with the limits. Across the world, breakthroughs were frustratingly sparse. If it didn’t in some way accommodate female sexual domination of men, it seemed the Magic didn’t care. There were methods humanity had been able to use the side-effects of the Magic for other advantages to society, but that had more to do with smart use of what was already there, not in finding methods to bend the Magic into other functions.

But they kept trying. They made facilities like this one. As a joke, they named it Pandora, after a woman of legend whose curiosity doomed humanity to infinite mortal dangers. They had no idea.

The woman in the tube flicked her attention to a couple of the women. Their bodies jerked up off the floor, staggering like puppets on tangled strings to the computer bank that controlled her tube. The other people on the floor, boiling over with arousal, started giving into their urges, pulling their clothes off and reaching for themselves, or each other.

The woman stopped them, freezing their bodies in place, making them stay rigidly on their hands and knees, or leaning back with their hands on their ankles. The two women at the computers finished clumsily punching in the commands. The tube began to drain. For several long, agonizing minutes, the gathered scientists and tool boys stared in awe as her full nudity was revealed to them. As the fluid finally cleared her face, the woman opened her mouth and forced the slime out of her lungs, without even needing to cough. She wiped her eyes and finally saw the assemblage directly.