in Progress

Vampathica found that one of her heightened abilities was being able to sense sexual energy and pinpoint its location. At first as she toyed with the power she was brought to her knees by the overpowering sensations of all the sexual thoughts and acts going on around her. Eventually, though, she found that she could expand and contract the radius at which she sensed things, and could even focus in on particular sexual energies.

As she was scanning an area about a mile from her apartment, enjoying the almost ticklish feeling of all the lustful thoughts, passionate kisses, lover's teasings, and **** longings she was again slammed to the floor by an unexpectedly huge wave of deviant, evil sexual power. As she cautiously reached out her mind to explore that area again, she realized that a woman was tied to a bed in a sleazy motel, two men about to have their way with her.

Vampathica knew this would be her first heroic act under her new identity, so she wasted no time in getting to the motel. She thought about kicking in the door, but then remember that her newfound telekinetic ability would let her silently move the tumblers in the lock. As she slowly entered the dim room, she saw that the men had torn the woman's expensive blouse down the middle, rammed her bra down below her impressively heaving mammaries, slid her elegant skirt down around her ankles, and stuffed her lacy panties into her mouth as a kind of makeshift gag. She was sobbing into the undergarmet, tears running down her cheeks that left streaks of mascara on what was undoubtedly previously a perfectly-made-up face.

The men were unshaven brutes, strongly muscled and snarling with anticipation. One already had his pants off and was stroking his impressive member menacingly near the woman's face. The other had his shirt off but his enormous dick was sticking out through the fly in his jeans, and he was teasing the woman's pussy by poking it right at the entrance then backing away, laughing cruelly. Amazingly, thought Vampathica, it looked as though the woman's pussy was quite wet, but perhaps they had smeared it with lubricant to make their imminent **** more pleasurable.

Tyfani paused for only a couple of moments. She was shocked to see such a tableau laid out before her and was also temporarily overcome by the intensity of the sexual energy in the room. She thought about standing defiantly, hands on her hips, and telling the men to untie the girl but then she decided that wasn't the way Vampathica handled such things.

Instead, she mentally directed a wave of such intense hatred at the man who was jerking off that his brain instantly overloaded and he passed out, crumbling to the floor. As the other man looked to see what had happened to his partner, Vampathica lashed out and connected her high-heeled stiletto boot with the side of his head. He too fell to the floor, but as he struggled to rise Vampathica viciously kicked him again, lifting his entire body off the floor and slamming him into the wall. This time the **** man made no effort to rise. The **** victim was still screaming into her panty-gag, writhing and wriggling on the bed.

Vampathica then delicately pulled up the woman's skirt, pulled down her bra, and did the best she could to close the ravished blouse. She untied the woman's hands, but before she could pull out the panties from her mouth the woman slapped Vampathica hard enough to make her see stars. The woman ripped the panties out herself and then started to curse like a sailor.

"You stupid fucking bitch! What the HELL do you think you're doing?! You idiotic whore! Who the hell do you think you are, breaking in here dressed like some kind of Batgirl Halloween wanna-be? I oughta kick your ass or sue you to kingdom come, you know that?"

Vampathica staggered backwards, as much from the verbal **** as the pure, unadulterated rage washing off the woman in waves. "What... What do you mean?" she asked meekly, expecting to be seen as a savior.

"Do you have any idea how expensive it is to get two straight men from a discreet agency who look like this? And when I told them I wanted to live out a **** fantasy including being taken to a cheap dive, WELL... They charged double because they're used to suites at the Ritz and the Four Seasons! This little session was setting me back $20K, and now not only have I lost my money but that agency will never do business with me again! You STUPID. FUCKING. BITCH!!!"

With that the woman grabbed her Prada purse from the nightstand and stormed out, leaving Vampathica stunned. Her daze was only broken when the "**** victim" tore out of the parking lot, the roar of an engine drawing Vampathica's gaze back outside the door just in time to see an SLR McLaren zoom by. The next sound she heard was a moan from the jacking-off guy who was starting to come to.