A new power (or three)

Well, that's a surprise. When Heather said she wanted you naked under a blanket, you didn't realize that you would be the only one naked under the blanket. Right now you and the blanket are back on her lap, one of her hands gently stroking your outer thigh under the blanket while the other is caressing one breast through the blanket and letting the coarse wool stimulate your firm nip. The blanket is going to be soaked through by the time you're done, especially given that you've also been creaming out Captain Big Dick's semen.

All viable sperm have been ejected from the danger zone, Nudge.

You can do that?

Of course. I can detect and defeat all known sexually-transmitted bioconditions. Pregnancy is one of them.

Thanks for eventually telling me. Anything else you haven't said?

You know about the camera, and that I can operate remotely.

Remotely? You never said that!

It was assumed in the camera demonstration; I can only send video of things within optical perception. The direct link to your nervous system can be retained at a distance of up to five meters.

What's that in real numbers?

About seventeen feet.

You think about that for a moment.

What happens if you find your way into another long dark tunnel?

I do not recommend anal insertion due to the potential difficulty of removal.

Not that! What if I slide you up another girl's veejay?

Then you could take pictures. In addition, I would be able after some time to add her to my library of neural links.

Neural links? Like mind reading?

More like mental speech, though transmission of other mental symbols is possible with a strong enough signal.

Wait a second! Did you do that with Trixie?

She is in my library.

Then you can read her mind? What's she doing right now?

Tricky Trixie is out of range. Five meters, remember?

Hmm...

"Heather, would you like to try something?"

"What?"

"It's a surprise. But I need to touch your vagina."

"Um, I don't think so. I don't like people touching my bare skin."

"What about your hands and your face?"

"There are exceptions. I especially don't like people touching me sexually. It brings back bad memories."

"What sort of bad memories?"

"My big brother Evan; he's five years older than me. I had to protect Bunny from him."

"And that affects everyone?"

"He did a lot of things over six years, and a seven-year old has a good memory for emotional garbage. He only gave up when I hit puberty."

"Have you ever tried to get over that fear?"

"A few times; but the screaming tends to put people off."

You know it's taking advantage of her, but it's for her own good, or so you tell yourself. You turn your power on her.

"I'm going to stand up. When I do, you will take off your pants and panties, and you will not let fear stop you."

You stand, letting the blanket drape to give her a peep show. She unfastens her trousers and slides them down so they bunch around her ankles. After that the panties slide down to just above them and she spreads her knees.

"Are you nervous?"

"Very; nobody but Bunny and my gynaecologist have seen this in years. Sorry it's such a mess."

Her inner labia make a pouty-little kiss-face that makes your mouth water, her urethra hole puckers out just slightly and begs for sucking, and her clitoris is particularly prominent because that the sheath has been partly cut away.

"It's not a mess, it's beautiful!"

"I have a dick!"

"No you don't; it's big but nowhere near big enough, and it would need balls. It's a huge, yummy, sensitive looking clit. Stroking that baby must send you straight to heaven on the bullet train."

She blushes deeply.

"Show me."

Heather's fingers dive expertly to work. You can tell it's sensitive by the little earthquake at her touch. As it finishes engorging it grows just a little bit more. She's panting heavily as her mouth drops open.

"You obviously like that."

"Oh yeah. It was -hnh- years before I could do it though; before that -nhn- it was foreign objects only."

"Speaking of foreign objects, that was what I wanted to try."

She keeps fingering herself but stares at you as you slowly eject CUNT-Ball. She jumps a bit when you place the soaking device at the end of her tunnel, but with a little rubbing it slides right in.

Are you receiving me, CB?

Loud and clear, Nudge.

What about Heather?

Just establishing the link. Can you feel it now?

"Oh shit that's intense!" Your clit is hypersensitive and you can feel her rubbing as though she's rubbing you directly. On top of that CB is vibrating inside you and there's an undercurrent of abject terror that you're just keeping under control. Your hand reflexively starts rubbing yourself and squeezing your also extremely sensitive breasts.

You hear a mental voice that isn't you or CB: What's going on? How is this... AAAAUH-UHHH-NNNH-OOOOHH-OOH-AAAAAHHH!

You double-orgasm with her and collapse to your knees; your face falls right into that scrumptious pussy and your lips and tongue immediately get to work on her little she-dick. Any sense of terror is totally overwhelmed by the ongoing penetrating tingle of the sharegasm. Her hands are crushing the sides of the chair and you've got her lower thighs in a ****-grip.

Oh my God I want this to never end! I can feel my cunny in her mouth and I want to taste it now. How do I tell her?

You don't have to, Heather. Our minds are connected at the moment.

You float up and turn in the air, presenting your dripping pussy to her face. She grabs your butt-cheeks and pulls you in for a good warm cunt-licking.