Author’s Note: This is a backer driven story, being written like one of my poll driven stories, but only the high level Patreon backer financing it gets to see the options for what happens next.
“There’s a quickly approaching convergence of planes,” Opal Enchantress explained to her teammate Archbaroness. “A moment when our plane of existence will be dangerously close to that of a dimension full of evil demonic creatures.”
Archbaroness pursed her lips and nodded. “What do we need to do to be prepared for this convergence?”
The two superheroines were walking through the halls of Freedom Tower, the Megatropolis Amazon’s base. They came to a stop before a door, a plane door no one walking past would ever have reason to notice. If opened normally it led to an empty supply closest, but when opened by Opal Enchantress it led somewhere very special.
“Absolutely nothing,” Opal Enchantress told Archbaroness as she traced the arcane rune on the door required to open it. A ripple of glittering magic spread out from the traced symbol, turning the door into a portal that led into Opal Enchantress’ hidden sanctum. “I will take care of everything. That’s my job, to protect Megatropolis and this entire dimension from threats like the demons that inhabit this plane.”
“But how?” Archbaroness asked, nonplused by the opening of the magical portal. Opal Enchantress had installed the gateway in Freedom Tower when she’d joined their team. They all knew it was there, they’d all seen her open it. They all also knew she was the only one that COULD open it.
“From my sanctum I will be able to open a small portal that will allow me to sneak into the plane long before the convergence begins. Once there I can reinforce the barrier between our worlds, ensuring that even during the convergence nothing from that side breaks through. And on the off chance the evil things that inhabit that plane are preparing for an invasion I will be able to stop them LONG before it can begin.”
Archbaroness put her hands on her hips and flashed her teammate an impressed look. “You know, not long ago I might have doubted a claim like that. But the things I’ve seen you do since you joined the team… I won’t question whether you have the power to stop an army of demonic monsters from another plane of existence all on your own.”
After a short pause she nodded to the opalescent carapace covering the tall, well-muscled black woman’s body in a coral-like pattern. “Especially when you’re at full strength. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you so fully covered. Normally it looks more like a bikini with some patterned extra bits connecting it all. But you’re nearly covered neck to ankle.”
“I’ve intentionally reserved my power these last few weeks in preparation for this moment,” Opal Enchantress told Archbaroness with a serious nod. “It’s why you’ve all seen so little of me recently. I’ve grown to enjoy all your…” She trailed off, trying to think of the right word. “Let’s say you ‘friendships’. I’m not used to having so many casual amorous and sensual partners feeling so safe and easily accessible. You and the rest of the Megatropolis Amazons provide TOO much comfort and respite at times. I have had to keep my distance lest I overindulge and waste my stores of arcane power.”
Archbaroness flashed a knowing smirk. “We deal with the same struggle,” she told Opal Enchantress. “But I suppose if I get carried away and get off too much all I have to deal with is not being able to fly or hit hard enough for a few days. If you ‘overindulge’ in our ‘amorous and sensual’ company and are depowered for a few days that’s time you can’t stop a legion of demons from invading our dimension. I suppose for you the stakes are higher. I’ll make sure to bring this up the next time Champion Girl makes a pointed comment about you not being fun enough.”
Opel Enchantress’ stern expression broke. She laughed, saying, “I believe last time she described me as having a ‘Stick up my ass’.”
“Oh, you know her, she’s always got ass on the mind,” Archbaroness said with a roll of her eyes. “But all levity aside, how long should we expect to go without hearing from you? And how long after that before we worry something bad has happened? And if something bad HAS happened what do we do? Who do we go to if YOU fail?”
“Time in the place I’ll be going doesn’t move like it does here,” Opal Enchantress explained. “I might end up being there hours, days, months, maybe even years. But by the time I come back only mere minutes or hours at the most will have passed in this plane. As for how long to worry… Well, if I fail, if you need to worry, you’ll find out by this world being attacked by inter-dimensional monsters or sinister demonic forces that will come for YOU first because they’ll know you were my allies.”
“Lovely,” Archbaroness said nonchalantly. “Well, here’s to hoping you’re back through that door before I have time to miss you,” she said before leaning in to kiss Opal Enchantress’ cheek. “Good luck in there.”
Opal Enchantress gave her a serious nod then turned and walked through the portal leading to her sanctum.
* * *
Something is wrong, Opal Enchantress thought the moment she entered the other plane. Everything is wrong. Everything feels… dead.
The last time she’d entered this plane of existence the place had been vibrant with demons and swirling, mind-melting flora and fauna so psychedelically different then the kind found in her home dimension that the mere sight of would drive a normal human mind mad.
Now the plane of existence, a vast never-ending stretch of confusing stars, swirling colors, and floating rocky platforms looked and felt like a barren wasteland.
She made her way from one floating rocky platform to another, leaping, levitating, and flying when she needed to. In the past each platform had its own unique ecosystem and inhabitants, but now each felt more barren than the last. It didn’t matter how small or large, each was devoid of life.
Opal Enchantress found only empty husks of the plane’s former inhabitants. Many looked like something had drained the life force out of them, while other more disturbing bodies looked as though they’d simply laid down and wasted away.
She stopped at the freshest corpse she found, kneeling near it and hovering her hands over the shriveled, nearly mummified remains. Her hands glowed with arcane power as smokey purple tendrils reached from her palm to snake into what remained of the desiccated thing’s spiritual self. If anything was left reading its lingering aura might provide some kind of hint at what had happened here and whether it posed a threat to her home.
Faint flashes of the past flowed into her mind’s eye. It was a confusing alien jumble of thoughts, emotions, and memories she’d have struggled to understand even if the thing had still been alive, but it was enough.
She gasped, pulling her hands back as she retracted the magic from what remained of the thing. Opal stood, horrified by what she’d seen. “Some vile inter-dimensional parasite,” she gasped. “Come to their plane when it last converged with another plane. A horror that infected them all, leaching their mind and life force.”
Opal Enchantress was backing away in horror, staring at the desiccated, shriveled corpse in revulsion. “But this place, the beings here, even the things like plant life, none of them were right for the parasites. They could barely sustain themselves on what they found here, even as they drained the entire dimension of life! They starved as they devoured this place, in the end dying out with nothing left to sustain themselves.”
The enchantress knew she SHOULD have felt relief. If the vile inter-dimensional parasites had all died out there was no threat here. And this had been a place of horrors and evil demonic beings. She should be overjoyed it had been purged. But she wasn’t. She couldn’t feel that way. To know even such evil beings had been so thoroughly wiped out? It was horrific!
As she backed away in horror her attention had remained on the corpse she was staring at. Her mind was dwelling on the terrible apocalypse this place had endured. She failed to notice the slithering, creeping, barely living thing that had convulsed then began crawling towards her.
At first it was a rocky bit of detritus, convulsing and shivering as it became a crawling nightmare demon insect that was a sick reflection of the things that had once inhabited this plane. As it made its way closer to Opal Enchantress it convulsed and shivered again, its form changing in response to her presence. It became a huge centipede the size of her forearm, then melted to become a slug of the same size. Finally, its slimy body shivered and it melted more, becoming an oozing thing of shimmering opalescent coral that looked just like the carapace covering Opal Enchantress’ umber colored skin.
Opal Enchantress never sensed its presence, not until it had leaped at her and attached to the back of her head. By then it was too late, the inter-dimensional parasite was already fusing with her flesh. The powerful sorceress screamed in terror, reaching behind her head to try and claw the thing off. By the time she had the sense to try and use her magic to pry it off it had already bored its way into her flesh then through her skull to hook itself to her brain.
She dropped to her knees, desperately clawing at the back of her head. There was no sign of the thing. Had it actually happened? No, she decided. There was no physical sign. It COULDN’T have attacked her and burrowed into her mind. She was so terrified of the attack being real that she convinced herself it hadn’t happened. It had just been a psychic ghost of what had happened to the inhabitants of this plane.
That the parasite might be feeding her doubt never occurred to her…
* * *
Her mind wasn’t like the ones of the things in this place that had nearly starved it to death. Her mind was ripe and right, as was her body. As it hooked itself deeper into her brain structure it read her memories, learned her thoughts, and attuned itself to her and her home plane.
Ripe. Perfect. Exactly what it needed to thrive. A shame none of its fellow inter-dimensional parasites had survived, but IT would. Once its new host was home it would feast on her, then spread to others.
But first it had to make her go home. That wouldn’t be so easy. It would take time to fully adjust to her biology, and it wasn’t its kinds way to fully control a host. It wanted to influence them, to give commands and have them respond “willingly”. It had to find the right rewards for this woman, a thing that would work for all its kind. Especially the ones like this one. The strong ones. The ones with powers. The normal beings in its home, they wouldn’t matter. It was these strong ones, these “superheroines” it would need to focus on.
Pain? No, they were strong. They were strange people, especially these heroes. Adversity more than not left them more determined to defy opposition. It couldn’t be pain. Besides, a threat to the host was more likely to be noticed by the others. The parasite liked to work through subterfuge and stealth, something even more important now that it was the last of its kind.
So if not pain then what? Pleasure, it had to be pleasure.
It bored deeper into her memories, feeling out how these beings felt pleasure. What it found excited the parasite. Oh, the pleasure these superpowered women could feel! Not the joy of victory, not the passion of romantic love, not the pleasing safety of friendship. That wasn’t the powerful tool the parasite needed.
No, it needed the lust these powerful women felt. Their sexual desire. Their sexual pleasure. And what of orgasmic release? Such ecstatic physical pleasures would feed it beyond anything this pathetic plane had offered it. A perfect tool to control through rewards, and a perfect feast to make the parasite strong so it could reproduce and spread to others before long.
* * *
Turn around. Go home.
Opal Enchantress blinked, confused. Where had that voice in her mind come from? More ghosts lingering in the post-apocalyptic dead dimension?
Turn around. GO HOME.
Opal Enchantress reached up and scratched at the back of her head where she’d imagined one of the parasites had attacked her. She was unsettled by the strange voice in her head, suspicious of it even. Then a surge of serotonin flooded her mind and body. Calm, pleasant bliss left her forgetting the growing feeling of unease.
Turn around. Go home.
Opal Enchantress turned around, planning on heading home. As soon as she had turned around first her mind and then her body exploded with pleasure. It became a supernova burst of not-quite orgasmic pleasure rewarding her for turning around.
Then, as she began walking towards the place where she could open a portal back to her sanctum, there were more explosions of not-quite orgasmic pleasure, another burst with each step forward. Huge waves of pleasure when she left, levitated, and flew from one floating rocky platform to the next. More pleasure the closer she got to the place she needed to reach to get home.
Part of Opel Enchantress knew something was VERY wrong. That voice in her head commanding her to go home, it shouldn’t be there. It was rewarding her with the pleasure. Controlling her. She knew she should be trying to figure out what it was, to resist it.
But the pleasure!
She couldn’t help but give it what it wanted. She felt like a lab rat having the pleasure centers of her mind stimulated. She felt shamed she felt that way but still willingly gave in, eager to recklessly follow the voice in her mind for each burst of rewarded not-quite orgasmic pleasure.
Opal floated through the next stretch of her life in a blissed-out pleasure haze, slowly but steadily making her way out of the dead alien dimension then back to her own. The thing driving her on, the thing rewarding her with pleasure, was something in the back of her mind. Not quite speaking to her. Not quite commanding her. Just… rewarding her. Training her.
As she stumbled through her sanctum, moaning and drooling in ecstatic sexual joy, she was still aware of how alarmed she should be. Opal knew she should be trying to understand what was happening to her, what was doing this. But NOT thinking about it was always rewarded with another powerful wave of pleasure. For the first time in her life Opal Enchantress found herself not just lacking intellectual curiosity but being rewarded for it.
Once she was back in her sanctum things had felt different. It was like the thing rewarding her with pleasure had to relearn what it had learned about controlling her, like it was adjusting to the different dimension she was now in. The bursts and waves of mind-melting pleasure were more erratic for a short time, sometimes too weak and allowing her mind to clear for a short time.
Those moments would be filled with shame and panic. She had to figure out what was happening! Had to push past the base animal desire to be rewarded. It wouldn’t be hard to figure out what was happening. A spell, that’s all it should take. And if not a spell one of the countless arcane artifacts she had stashed in her sanctum. Find out what was happening to her. Get some kind of clue as to who or what was controlling her by rewarding her.
And that’s where her momentary grasp on attempted control of the situation would always fail. Thinking about the reward. Thinking about those wonderful bursts and flowing waves of hormones and feel-good chemicals that left her brain feeling like it was being fried in a sizzling pan of pleasure.
She’d stop wondering. She’d go still, abandoning any physical or mental search or attempt to understand things. She’d just wait for her reward, knowing each blast of pleasure left her brain a little more fried and melted. Full of shame, but not caring. And then, when the reward came, oh, the joy!
By the time she stumbled into her bedroom Opal Enchantress understood some things on a base level about what was going on even though she wasn’t trying to. The thing rewarding her, the pleasure and the obedience it brought, was feeding on it somehow. Feeding on her sexual bliss and ecstasy. Feeding on her obedience.
It didn’t matter. Just pleasure and obedience, that was all that was important. The thing, what or who it was, wasn’t important. Nor was the fact that it was feeding on her. All that mattered was obedience and the rewards that obedience led to.
She looked at her bed, her pleasure-fried mind firing off memories and thoughts in strange ways. Her mind wasn’t working quite right… But that was okay, too. The misfiring of neurons to trigger odd cascades of memories and feelings, that served a purpose to the thing leading her. It wanted to learn and was ravenous for the knowledge contained in her mind, but didn’t seem to quite understand it enough to go looking for it in any kind of organized, efficient way.
Bed. Comfort. Safety. Intimacy. Privacy. Soft, warm, self-pleasure.
Fragments of memories of things happening in her bed. Emotions tied to them. It all flashed through her strangely malfunctioning mind, each flash less erratic than the last till the misfiring neurons seemed to center on a no longer random theme: self-pleasure while in her bed.
Opal Enchantress, moaning in eager anticipation of the forthcoming reward, jerked forward then stumbled towards her bed. She was positive the reward would come once she was on the huge, elegant four-poster.
The reward DID come once she’d climbed up on the bed, but it wasn’t the mind-melting burst of pleasure she’d been hoping for. It was something smaller, only a meager simmering heat haze of pleasure that merely kept her pleasure-fried brain stewing where it was.
Getting on the bed wasn’t enough. She needed to do something more. But what? At first, back in the dead dimension, she’d sworn she’d nearly heard the thing rewarding her whispering in her mind. But that wasn’t happening anymore. Maybe it had NEVER happened and she’d just imagined it.
Still, the thing WAS real, she was certain of that. She just no longer cared about finding out what or who it was; there was only the selfish reckless drive to be a good girl and get her rewards.
There was something deeply dehumanizing about the eagerness to obey that left her feeling like a dog panting eagerly to be commanded by its master. Her half-melted mind clung to that mental image. A small part of her rebelled at the thought. She was one of the most powerful sorceresses on Earth, the very thought of debasing herself was anathema to who she was! But it was only a small part, the larger self, the more primitive “her” driven by hormones and chemicals, wanted to be an eager, panting, obedient dog.
Opal Enchantress, kneeling on her bed, let her mouth fall open. She let her tongue fall from her mouth and started to pant like a dog, eager for some sign of what she needed to do to earn her next reward.
Her eyes darted around, looking from corners of the room to random items, searching for a hint. When she looked at the pile of pillows at the top of the bed there was something. A slight flush. A slight wave of pleasure chemicals.
She crawled to the pillows, feeling out what to do. Not lie down. Move them? Pile them in the center of the bed, yes, that got a small reward. Lay on them? No… No, not right at all. Straddle them? YES. Yes, straddle them. Gather them between her thighs then press down into them.
Not enough, not good enough at all. Something was wrong. Something dulling the sensation of her body against the firm pile of pillows jammed between her thighs.
Her opalescent carapace! It was getting in the way, the flexible coral-like covering preventing the feeling of sensations on her bare skin. Opal Enchantress willed the carapace to shift, peeling it away from her womanhood then pulling it further back to leave her thighs bare as well.
A reward, a delicious, wonderful reward. Small. Just a bit of a chemical release to keep her brain frying, but more than enough to make her understand she was going in the right direction.
Her attention shifted fully to the pile of pillows between her thighs. She leaned down into them. The pressure on her pussy felt nice. A fresh wave of chemicals. A bigger reward. Yes. This was the right direction.
Opal Enchantress began to rock her hips. More chimerical rewards. More hormones heating her body and mind with pleasure that deeply intensified how good rubbing her cunt on the pillows felt.
She needed more. More pleasure. More rewards. Needed to intensify the pleasure-simmer of her mind and dial it up.
Soon her hips were rocking. But that wasn’t enough. She needed to lean into this more. She humped the pile of pillows. Yes. This was right. She rocked her hips faster, she leaned into the pillows more. Like a dog in heat, wild and uncontrolled, she humped the pillows with wild abandon. She let all thought go, panting and drooling on herself as her brain sizzled and melted with pleasure.
A thick string of saliva fell off her lolling tongue, oozing down onto her chest, but the opalescent carapace covering her body prevented her from feeling it. That just wouldn’t do. The thing rewarding her wanted to experience every physical sensation. Feel out and feast on every pleasurable sensation she could feel. How would it know if it enjoyed the taste of the feeling of her drooling on her own tits? Only one way. It had to feel it, and it would reward her whether it found the sensation pleasing or not.
Opal Enchantress, still panting and wildly humping the pillows crammed between her thighs, arched her back and pressed her chest out. She looked down, staring at her breasts as the opalescent carapace started to peel back. Something pushed her to do it faster, to yank the covering off so fast that her large, heavy breasts would fall free.
The sight of her large, heavy breasts falling then lewdly bouncing was rewarded with a blast of hormone-induced pleasure that the world became a confusing shimmer of overheated sensations. Her mind melted a little more, only slowly reforming enough for her to be fully conscious of what she was doing.
When the world came back into focus not much had changed, yet it felt like everything had. She was still humping the pillows like a dog in heat. The pleasure of it, every small sensation and physical reward boosted by a flood of hormones and chemicals her brain could barely process, was overwhelming.
She wasn’t panting anymore, she couldn’t. She had hold of one of her breasts and was pressing it up as he leaned her head down to shove her face into the soft bulkiness of the tit so she could suck on her own nipple. The pleasure was incredibly intense, boosted by chemicals and mental pathways not normally fired by such self-pleasure, all of it pumped into overdrive by floods of hormones melting her mind.
Yet even though her mind was melting with pleasure there was no rise towards climax. Opal Enchantress didn’t feel the need to reach that point. This overwhelmed simmering slowly melting her mind, it was enough.
She had to keep going. Keep humping the pillows. Keep sucking on her tits, moaning, licking, and noisily sucking and slurping as she feasted on her nipple. The bliss! It was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. It was addictive, changing her brain chemistry perhaps forever.
Eventually it wasn’t even about being rewarded. It had started that way, but it became a sick feedback loop she knew was destroying her brain but that she was unable to disengage from. Hump the pillow and feel good. Burst of hormones and chemicals as a reward, increasing pleasure. The impulse to keep humping the pillow. To drool and moan. More reward, keep going. Same impulse. Same rewards. The pleasure continuing, forever and ever and damn the consequences till it wasn’t even about obedience anymore. It was addiction and nothing else!
Time went on, the potent stew of hormones, chemicals, pleasure, and melted neurons leaving Opal Enchantress’ mind further melted. She humped. She moaned. She drooled. She sucked on her tits. Before long she was drenched in sweat. Her opalescent carapace had pulled back, gathering together thickly and condensing into something that ran up her spine so that she was left functionally naked. This left her wonderful dark skin exposed to be drenched in sweat.
The feedback loop remained. Hump. Pleasure. Reward of chemicals and hormones making humping and sucking more pleasurable. The impulse to keep going no longer needed, now the drive an imprint of addiction. Keep going. Keep humping. It didn’t matter that hours had passed. It didn’t matter that her muscles were growing sore, that she’d sweated so much the pillows and bed under her felt drenched. It didn’t matter that she was nearing the point of physical exhaustion and might pass out.
There was only the pleasure of the reward chemicals marinating her melted mind on pleasure hormones. No longer a superheroine. No longer a powerful sorceress. Just an animal. Just sentient meat, humping and drooling and moaning as it lost its mind to pleasure.
To be continued soon…
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