To the Cult’s Mansion

You strut into the cult’s mansion, your new dress drawing appreciative stares. Unlike your mother, the cult’s members have no problem with nudity. Indeed, numerous people are involved in all manners of coupling.

Here lust is seen as virtue and all members willingly participate. Occasionally, such intentions are unwanted and obsessive. Members do get ****. Of course members are also quite comfortable with ANGER, and WRATH. Unwanted attention has in at least one instance led to castration.

You admire the long beautiful cock of a cult newcomer, Chris. You are sorely tempted to join him and the tart Kelly he is fucking. However, your business here is with Natasha. You envy her. She is your rival as well as the lover and bodyguard of Vladimir the cult’s leader. It is past time you brought her down a peg or two, or more.

You see her. Natasha is tall, thin, with supermodel good looks. She used to be able to kick your ass. You lick your lips.

“Hey bitch. You’re looking as scrawny as ever.”

Natasha scowls. She is comfortable with ANGER. “Hi trash. Do I need to take you out?”

“As if you could.” You laugh.

She charges at you readying some marshal arts move. You wave you hand throwing your telekinetic power behind it. Natasha flies half way across the room slamming into the wall. She looks stunned.

You strut toward her. “Aw, poor baby. I think you wet your diaper.”

“Fuck you, bitch!” She screams as she runs at you.

You use your powers to push her from behind speeding her up greatly. You step aside letting her run into the other wall.

She turns, clearly hurt. Her nose is bleeding and she is scraped badly.

“I think that’s enough playing.”

You feel a tingling sensation in your eyes and a pressure in your crotch. You could try one of these powers you haven’t used, or perhaps add some weight to one of Natasha’s sins.