A story by Ceramic: ceramic762@yahoo.com

In our previous episode: “Who Are You”

Syrenade and The Monitor. Praetorian and the Mayor. Syrenade and The Suicide Soldiers... many Suicide Soldiers. And then a Mindmole. Bureau 9?

Too Many Instructors

The broad, thick head was a dark blue, almost as if it had been decades since it last disappeared behind her pink, puffy lips. It would be a mistake to think so, of course. Powerful hands slipped through her matted blonde hair, streaked with dark. Balling into fists, he crushes the hair between his fingers as he pulls the moaning figure's face deeper into his ribbed, throbbing cock. With a soft, wet sound, his dark member disappeared from view and the woman chokes softly.

*ghck* *ghck* *ghck* *ghck*

She was a heroine once, but most wouldn't recognize her any longer. Her once silky, grey, body suit had disappeared long ago, leaving her voluptuous curves exposed, her pillowy breasts shuddering with each thrust into her cavities. She had a mask once, black velvet, that hid her eyes from the bright lights of the media as they strobed her with their cameras. As the huge cocks bottomed out, one gaping her over-flowing cunt, and the other balls deep down her throat, her eyes rolled to the back of her skull, again hiding themselves from the adoring public. But the seven-foot tall blue men didn't care. Doctor Mazlow had home-grown a legion of them, and they all had fucked her countless of times... blasting their thick, chemical filled cum deep within her body. They were made for this sexual brutalization, with massive foot-long cocks, thickly veined, ribbed, curved, and bulbed like a catalogue of over-stimulating sex toys.

*ghck* *ghck* *ghck* *ghck*

These particular blue men were made for her, her genetic code having long been deciphered and her inherent sexual secrets revealed.

She screamed again, her body's automatic reaction to the constant plunging into her mercilessly fucked body. The blue men ignored her violent reaction and continued to jack hammer their way in and out of her. The scientists that tracked her bodily responses just went through the motions now. They had rendered the superheroine senseless long ago, and now, she was just a quivering carcass. A gushing piece of cum meat. A nameless bit of flesh, whose only purpose was to fucked into creamed jelly, reconstituted with a bucket of water, and then obliterated again and again and again.

*ghnnnnnnk!* *ghck* *ghck* *ghck* *ghck*

***

"She was gone. I looked, I really tried..." The lantern-jawed, pint-size hero hung his head in shame. Troll, Nike, Lightbeam, Bubble-Girl, and Wind Raven gathered in the command room to stare at a holographic projection of the city as it hovered over the central table. Doc Burnside would have been there, but there were too many people in the infirmary for him to attend the meeting, so it was just them: All that remained of the Strange Defenders.

Wind Raven didn't know what to tell Troll. That he should have tried harder? They all should have probably tried harder to get to her, but something had gone wrong. The signal strength of the beacon was mysteriously weak. Even if they wanted to, there was no way to find Syrenade.

"Central," Wind Raven called to the Strange Defender's computer. "Have you pinpointed Syrenade's last signal?"

"Yes," the elegantly British voice of the computer replied. "Three hundred feet from the Renault Building, and five hundred feet up."

"Damn... and have there been any reports of sightings of her from that location?"

"No, ma'am."

Wind Raven shook her head, "Then keep looking for her. She has to be somewhere." The tall Native American heroine wiped her brow with the back of her hand. What the hell was going on? First, the mysteriously cryptic message from Praetorian putting her in charge for the time being, and then Syrenade's disappearance. Not to mention Allure's unexplainable ailment. At this rate, by the time Praetorian got back from whatever secret mission he was on, whenever that was, there wasn't going to be anyone left.

She glanced at Lightbeam, "I want you to check again. Follow the route that she took up to the point that we lost her --"

"Lilah," Lightbeam interrupted, "I've been over that path a dozen times. We've notified the police and we've even got help from Pariah..."

Nike shook her head, "'If I can find one Strange Defender, I can find another.' She sure doesn't lack for confidence."

"Right," sighed Lightbeam. "And to tell you the truth, Lilah, I'm exhausted. We all are. We need to rest."

Wind Raven frowned. Indeed, the usually impeccable Lightbeam was not himself. His eyes hung with heavy fatigue and his voice rasped ragged, while his typically pure-white, body-tight costume was smeared with dirt. Even his cape was off kilter, draping a bit too far to the left from his shoulders. Glancing to the others, none of them looked any better. There was no give in any of their eyes, but exhaustion drifted about them like a bad odor. "But... we can't stop looking."

"We won't."

All eyes turned towards the archway into the command room. There, the good Doc Burnsides stood, his arms carrying a small pile of machines that resembled the Hawkbat, the team's VTOL jet. The Doc smiled grimly and lifted the small jets. "With these drones, Central can look for her while we rest."

Wind Raven shook her head, "But..."

"Windy..." the doctor argued, "We all need sleep. When we find Syrenade, and I'm quite sure we will, we'll need all our strength to get her out of whatever predicament she's in. And right now, as your physician, I say that you... none of you... are in any condition to do that. So... I'm ordering all of you to bed. Right. Now."

Wind Raven sighed. When the Doc got that tone in his voice, there was nothing to be done. Follow his orders, or he'd knock you out and drag you to bed himself if he had to. The heroine smirked. Then again, would that be so bad? She was surprised that the Doc didn't have to do that more often. Some of the other girls got off on that sort of thing.

"Okay... fine. Everyone, turn in. We'll let Central do the searching."

The other Strange Defenders nodded wearily and began to make their way slowly towards their private chambers.

"We have to hold it together," breathed Wind Raven. "We have to."

* * *

"Hold it together," the Wisp ordered.

Sweat glistened upon Allure's brow, her long blonde hair soaked and matted to her skull. With a toss of her head, she tried to get a damp strand to swing from her eyes, but the errant lock refused to budge. Or at least she thought of it as a lock. Really, it was a long, pale feather. And her arms, raised high and trembling from the effort weren't really arms per say, but wings. She was a bird-woman, with her naked body, heavy heaving breasts, the flare of her concave belly, and the rounded cheeks of her ass covered in a fine feather body-suit.

Rotating her wrist, she lifted the cement truck higher in the air, while with the other hand, she juggled a floating tugboat and a miniature Statue of Liberty that was about the size of a Winnebago. None of the objects were the real thing, of course. They felt like the real things, and they certainly seemed to weigh like them, but each one was made of a midnight black substance that shimmered and trembled with false density.

The Wisp flew about Allure in a circle, inspecting the heroine's technique, "That's right. Remember your base. Strength comes from the broad pillar of your mind. It is an easier construct to keep together than the thin stilts you used to make to hold things up." The Wisp paused to consider her next order, "Now. One hand."

Allure nodded and winked out a bead a sweat that dripped into her eye. Moving the cement truck over to the tugboat and statue, she broadened her telekinetic base and slipped the three vehicles next to each other. Then, she lifted her right hand upwards, and all three constructs rose even higher above them.

"Good. Very good..."

Allure grinned. Praise from the Wisp was rare. She was a demanding teacher.

Laughing to herself, Allure wondered when she had made up her mind that the amorphous Wisp was female. Perhaps it was the word choices she used, or maybe that when she made chortling noises, Allure detected a throatiness that was decidedly feminine. Either way, the Wisp never corrected Allure's assumptions. Instead, she pressed Allure to train even harder.

Their training field was a massive courtyard in a huge, floating palace the Wisp called the Ruby Enclave. Stuck on a little spit of land and surrounded by a glittering, red curtain wall, the palace was filled with towers and wings, ballrooms, and hallways, and gardens. It was a massive structure that jutted high into the air, even as it floated far above one of the many millions of realms that made up the Astral Planes.

When Allure had first arrived to the Ruby Enclave, she had still been a bird. Together, the Wisp and Allure perched on one of the outer walls and gazed down into the darkness of the Planes below, watching as they slowly, lazily, floated by thousands of glittering lights that twinkled like stars below.

"They look like cities," Allure said.

"That's because they are," the Wisp replied.

"What? There's people that actually live here?"

"Certainly. All sorts come to the Planes. Most of them temporarily, of course, visiting for a short while. Others, however, stay as long as they can."

Allure frowned, "But... why? Is life better here than... than..."

"Than the material world? For some yes. Consider that those that can reach this place are often considered insane in the material world, or freaks, or monsters. They may be unjustly accused of horrible things, and their only way to escape is by coming here."

Allure fluttered to the edge of the wall and tried to spot the buildings that she knew must be down below, "But, what about me? Am I a... freak?"

The Wisp seemed to shrug, "It is just a label. You make yourself what you are. So, you tell me. Are you a freak?"

"No! Or... atleast I don't think so. I'm a... a..."

"A what?"

"A Superheroine."

The Wisp laughed, "Most certainly you are."

Allure smiled.

"Now, let us get you into a more comfortable form. Here in the Astral Planes your mind controls your body. All you have to do is think it."

Allure nodded. "Let me see if I can do it myself." She concentrated, and she felt her body shimmer. Moments later, her wings elongated and her legs stretched. She could feel fingers, her hair. With a sigh, she arched her back and closed her eyes.

"Slowly..." the Wisp cautioned.

Allure paused and looked questioningly at the Wisp.

"Never change fully into your true form."

"Why?"

"To do so will yank you along your life link and shove you back into your body, whether you're ready or not." The Wisp floated close to Allure as if solemnly gazing into her eyes. "Look. Tilt your head and you can see it, the shimmering path that links to you and trails off into the night?"

Allure nodded.

"That is your life link. As long as you can find it, you can find your way back to your body at your own speed."

"But my true form will take me back quicker."

"Yes, and... it won't be comfortable."

Allure squinted and tilted her head, examining the Wisp. "Where's your life link?"

"Oh... it is there. Just hidden, for my own protection." She paused, "Which leads me to another bit of wisdom. Never trust anyone who claims they're here in their true form, Allure. For they are most certainly one of two frightful things -- lying to you... or telling you the truth."

"What's so wrong with them telling the truth?"

"Because those that are in their true forms in the Astral Planes have lost their material bodies and may be looking for a new one to inhabit. Or worse, they are creatures of the Planes who may wish you harm. Some are benign, but many are predators. I would not place my full faith in any of them, if I were you."

Allure turned to face the Wisp. It felt good to have her body, or at least a close approximation of her body, back. "How can I trust you?"

The Wisp did a little flip, "Good, you are thinking. Now, use your senses. The Astral Planes, in many ways are similar to the material world. Since we are used to the laws of physics there, those same laws work here... that is until we learn to ignore them. The same with your powers. Until you begin to understand the ways the Astral Planes warp and twist themselves together, your ability to sense emotion will work the same way. Now... what do you sense?"

Allure turned to stare at the Wisp. "Sadness..."

"Yes, some."

"And joy."

"Lots of that, indeed."

"And... good will?"

The Wisp did a little nod, "A complicated emotion, if there ever was one. One of the nice things about the Planes is that it is impossible to completely mask your thoughts or emotions. If you sense rage, hate, or even bitterness... it is probably best to keep your distance."

"Okay..." For the first time, Allure was beginning to feel comfortable with her surroundings. It was then that she turned to gaze at the palace, "What now? Where are we?"

"We're at my home, the Ruby Enclave."

"Did you... build this place?"

"Heavens, no. It was given to me, a long time ago, by a very good friend. You may stay as long as you wish."

"Alright, but what am I to do to here?"

The little Wisp smiled, "That is a very good question. And it is the reason why I came to you, for even in the material world, I sensed your talent."

"My... what?"

"I brought you here, Allure, to help you hone that talent." The Wisp gazed intently at Allure.

Suddenly, it was if all of her fears fell away. That was what Allure most desired: someone who could tell her, show her, what she was capable of. "Yes, please!"

The Wisp was pleased. "Excellent. So, let us begin."

So, Allure found herself studying under a disembodied cloud for the first time in her life. It was nothing like high-school or any of the college courses that she had taken. No classrooms, just lots of old fashioned hands-on training. That the Wisp had done this before was unmistakable. She began by showing Allure how to control her Empathic senses so they don't overwhelm her.

"Emotion is like an ocean wave," the little Wisp described. "If you fight it, it will knock you over and carry you away. If you embrace it, it will hammer you flat. But, if you let it flow through you, it will pass through unharmed. And then... only then... can you harness it. For Emotion is power. It is fuel. With it, you will be able to achieve feats that would be unimaginable otherwise."

"I've always thought it was... dangerous to be overly emotional."

"Overly emotional. You said it yourself. It is dangerous to allow emotion to take control of your life, to carry you off in whatever direction it goes. It can lead you to some dark places, believe me. However, rather then allowing it to choose a course, and focusing it instead, a person is capable of amazing things. Think of those stories about ordinary men who lift cars off of someone who is trapped beneath, having never gone to a gym in their life. Or women who chase down stroller-thieves when up until that point, they've never run further than ten feet to catch a cab. That is emotion that has been directed to a purpose."

Allure nodded.

"Now, the first thing I'm going to teach you is how to raise your mental barriers."

Empathy bolts, mental barriers, sensory extensions all became second nature to her, and in time, she learned to use them all just as readily as her other five senses. And control them even better.

It was through the lesson on Emp bolts and how they could be used to influence a target that Allure noticed another curious thing about the Astral Planes. While she was there, she had lost all sense of time. In the Ruby Enclave, there were no clocks on the walls and the sky remained a starless night. She might have been in the Enclave for months without knowing it. As this realization hit her, she straightened in fear.

"Is something the matter?" asked the Wisp.

"My friends! My teammates! I have to get back! They'll be worried about me!"

"Ah... most undoubtedly yes, they're quite worried about you. However, don't be in such a rush to return. Time has no meaning here in the Planes. You could stay for what feels like centuries, but in the material world only minutes may have passed."

Allure frowned, "That's all? Minutes?"

"Or hours, or days. It all depends on the state of your material body. I have found that if it is healing from a wound or a hurt, sometimes it takes longer."

"Like a coma?"

"Exactly like a coma. Only, the time spent in the Planes has little to do with how long your body sleeps."

Allure swallowed, "So... it doesn't matter how long I stay then."

"No. You can stay as long as you like, and most certainly long enough for me to teach you what you need to know to survive."

Allure sighed, "Alright."

And so the training continued.

Empathy turned to telepathy, and Allure was startled to learn she could read minds.

"Only some minds... ones that are on a similar wavelength as you. Let me tell you from experience there are some places you really do not want to go with telepathy," cautioned the Wisp. "You aren't as well endowed in that department, but it is there... so you'll have to learn to control it too. But don't learn to rely upon it."

And then finally telepathy turned to telekinesis. It was here that Allure felt at home. She proudly displayed some of the tricks she had developed for herself: Her protective shields, lifting objects, and flight.

"You're good, my dear. Very good, especially since you were basically self-taught," the Wisp said. "To push you along, though, I'll need some help." Turning to face the outer edge of the training courtyard, the Wisp did a little whistle. As Allure watched, the doors to the main palace building slowly opened, and through them stepped a man. Or something that was in the shape of a man.

Black as night, he stood about six feet tall, and moved across the courtyard towards them as if he were a shadow personified. As he drew closer Allure could see no facial features and no bodily definition other than his arms and legs. His limbs moved and rippled as he strode towards them, as if his flesh was barely held together by a thin layer of water tension. Whoever this was, he was truly something not of the material world. Reaching out with her senses, Allure found there was nothing emanating from him at all. He was a man with no emotion... and Allure shivered. It was unnatural.

"Good," said the Wisp as she watched Allure, "You're reaching out to him. You won't sense anything off of him, as he's one of the creatures that lives here in the Astral Planes naturally. No, you don't have to fear him. He's lived here in the Ruby Enclave as long as its been here, and as long as you don't spend too much time with him, he's harmless."

Allure swallowed as the shadow man stopped a few paces away, "Does he have a name?"

The shadow man turned to stare at Allure. For a beat, Allure thought that he might reach out and shake her, but then he replied. "I've been called The Instructor." His voice was low, almost melodic.

The Wisp coughed, "Right. Instructor. Really, he's more of an assistant, but whichever. Let's begin."

And so Allure found herself being educated in the base theories of telekinesis among other things, and learning how to juggle cement trucks, tug boats, and statues with one hand. Allure grimaced as her right arm began to shake from the exertion of keeping the many-tonned objects hovering in a comfortable grouping above her head. As her arm began to seize up, Allure fought to control her breath.

"Weight is a thing of the mind," the Wisp said patiently. "It is a number, nothing more. You can't touch a number, or feel a number... just so with weight. There is no difference between one pound and one-hundred tons... let your mind and body understand that."

Allure exhaled, and she felt her arm relax.

"Good. Instructor!" the Wisp called.

"Yes, m'lady?"

"Continue to generate those constructs."

The Instructor's long, rubber-like arms were lifted high in the air, fingers wiggling towards the three floating objects. "Yes, m'lady."

"Also, generate four goblins."

The Instructor nodded slowly and from the ground, surrounding Allure like points on a compass rose, a group of four, squat looking humanoids emerged.

"Wait...! What are those?!" Allure asked.

"Goblins," replied the Wisp. "Now... defend yourself."

The four shadowy goblins hesitated, and then as one they rushed Allure's position. Allure nearly dropped the three floating constructs in alarm.

"Keep them up," the Wisp practically shouted.

"Shit!" shrieked Allure, and she gathered her telekinetic base beneath her own feet and lifted herself high into the air. The four goblins collided into each other just inches from her bird-clawed toes. Eerily, they made no sound as they crashed.

"TK discs!" ordered the Wisp.

Allure swallowed as she pushed herself away from the shadow creatures. Then, flinging her free hand out, she hurled four TK discs... or telekinetic Frisbees as she thought of them... from her hand straight at the gathered creatures. About the size of teacup saucers, the discs slammed into the creatures causing them to collapse into themselves as if being struck by a swarm of steel hammers. One by one, the shadow goblins disappeared in a poof of smoke.

The Wisp floated up to where Allure flew, one arm steadily extended and keeping the constructs aloft, while her other hand opened and pointed where the where the goblins had been.

"I've... I've never done anything like that before. Never... while doing all the rest of this!" Allure said.

"Allure, you are a natural," the Wisp said. Allure could almost feel the little cloud beaming at her, "Now, we begin the fun stuff."

* * *

"Thank you for everything," Knightkat shook Doc Burnside's hand. The Strange Defender with the big eyes and the hang-dog face shook the hand back with strength. For all that he was a cantankerous bastard, Knightkat thought the Doc was alright. Certainly, he was the only one of a handful of people who had seen his unmasked face, and now that he'd finally met him, Knightkat knew he could trust the Doc. For that matter, he could trust any of the Strange Defenders now, no matter their high profile.

"Sure," grumped the Doc, sounding altogether unpleased. He shook a finger at Knightkat before transferring his disapproval to Moonlit-Kit where she stood a pace away. "Now, both of you, keep out of trouble. Don't get in over your head like that again."

Knightkat grinned, "We'll try, Doc. You know how I am, though. Where Kit goes, I have to leap in head first."

Moonlit-Kit tsk'd softly, "So says the man who complains that sometimes I'm a bit too conservative." Even though her fox-head mask covered her face completely, Knightkat could hear the smile in her voice.

Doc grunted, "Seriously, though. I won't turn you away, of course, and you and your Midknights are welcome here any time. But, exercise a modicum of caution."

"You know how it works, though, Doc," objected Knightkat.

"Yes," sighed Burnsides, "Unfortunately I do."

Moonlit-Kit swayed forward and enfolded Doc Burnsides in an embrace in thanks. She stood half a head taller than the doctor and her lithe body pressed fully against his. "Don't you fret, Doc. We're big boys and girls. I hope that the rest of your team knows what a sweet man you are."

Knightkat grinned as the Doc sputtered at Kit's familiarity, trying to disentangle himself from the athletic heroine's embrace. "I'm sure they do, Kit. Now, we've got places to be."

Nodding, the heroine gave the Doc one more squeeze and then stepped away. Together, the three strode towards the elevator.

"Watch out for yourselves," Doc Burnsides said as the elevator door closed behind them and the car began the long descent down towards the ground floor.

As soon as the doors closed, immediately, Knightkat began tapping furiously at the mini-computer in his gauntlet. "Damn it all," he breathed.

Turning on Knightkat, Moonlit-Kit shook her head, "I can't believe you."

"What?" asked Kat absently, "Why won't they work?"

"Why won't WHAT work?"

"Nothing..."

"You aren't talking about these are you?" Kit held up a half-dozen nickel-sized transmitters in the palm of her hand and extended them for Kat to take.

"Wait... where did you get those?"

"The Doc gave them to me before he pushed the down-button on the elevator. Shame on you, Kat. You don't go trying to bug the Strange Defender's base!"

"You're the one that keeps telling me we never have enough intel. What the Strange Defenders have is top notch!"

"Obviously..."

Knightkat took the transmitters and stuffed them back into his belt, "Damn. I didn't think he'd find them so quickly, though. That man is thorough."

"He sure is."

Kat paused and eyed Kit, "What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing."

"Shit... that's what that hug was about. You were throwing yourself at him."

"Was not."

"Was too!"

"You can't prove it."

"Hell yes, I can. The cameras in my mask caught it all. Just wait until we get back to the lair, I'll break it down frame by frame. You were rubbing your musk all over him."

"Pervert."

"Yeah... but I'm your kind of pervert."

"Or so you keep claiming."

"I never hear you complain."

"That's because you've never given me anything to complain about... or compliment for that matter."

Knightkat snorted. "Right. Damn. Its on my to-do list."

Kit laughed, "Oh, how romantic. Is it right after calling Der Nachtwachter to come pick us up?"

"Yeah, I told him to bring the BMW. We can't let the Strange Defenders show us Midknights up that badly."

"As if a Beamer could compare to a Hawkbat."

Knightkat grinned, "You know... we Midknights try."

"Yes, I know. We always try."

* * *

It felt like decades since the first time Allure stepped in the Ruby Enclave's courtyard. During that time, her abilities had grown to unbelievable levels, all thanks to the Wisp. Taking a deep breath, she eyed her opponents: two shadow ogre constructs. They were huge, standing fifteen feet in height, and armed with long, twirling chains that spun above their heads like lassoes. On the end of each chain, a large, spiked wrecking ball made swooshing sound as they spun.

Allure smiled. It was a slow, practiced, predatory smile that did not extend to her eyes. Then, without warning, Allure charged the two ogres. She eyed the long chains as they spun faster and faster. The ogres crouched down, prepared to smash them into their much smaller foe.

Allure increased her speed, her arms pumping as each step brought her closer to the deadly constructs. Then, as she closed in range of their chains, she leapt. A black, glittering chain whipped by her ear as she landed on a small, invisible telekinetic platform several feet above the ground. Ignoring the attack, she hopped again, leap-frogging higher and higher into the air, creating more invisible platforms as she moved and releasing them back to nothingness behind her.

As Allure gained a height of over twenty feet above her opponents, the two ogres hurled their weapons at the same time. Not bothering to throw up any shields, Allure's eyes narrowed as she watched the chains with their wrecking ball weights fly towards her at deadly speeds. They rose towards her, lobbed with pulverizing force. Time stilled as they grew larger and larger. Then with a tight smile, Allure lifted her hand. With a quick horizontal cutting motion, Allure slapped the chains aside, knocking the spiked balls together in mid-air as if they were smashed away by a baseball bat the size of a bus.

Both the ogres lurched as they grabbed at their chains, not expecting their sudden change of direction. And as the spiked wrecking balls flew aside, Allure hurled herself down at her distracted enemies.

Angling to the left most ogre, Allure made a grabbing motion as she fell. She could feel it forming as wind from her decent whipped about her. And then, right before she reached the ogre's shoulder, she had it completely formed: A long, telekinetic spear. With all her strength, she stabbed it through the ogre's head as she passed by the shadow-formed creature. For a moment, the spear stuck in the construct's skull, then it wrenched from her hands as it passed all the way through with enough force to impale itself deep into the courtyard flagstones.

Allure landed lightly upon her feet, slowing her decent with a telekinetic tug, and then she was off running again. One ogre construct was dead, teetering and falling to the ground with a deafening crash, however there was one still alive. She only took a handful of steps when she felt the rumble of the wrecking ball smash into the flagstones handspans from her heels. Chips of stone rained about her as she charged full speed towards the outer curtain wall.

The sounds of the chains recoiling back to the ogre echoed through the courtyard, and Allure flew through the air towards the quickly rising wall. Then, flipping like a swimmer, Allure planted her feet on the stone and stuck there, crouched, for a moment looking all the world like a fly on a wall. She lifted her gaze to take sight of the ogre who had drawn back his chain and ball and begun to whirl it above his head once more. Like a fly on a wall? Perhaps. But she thought of herself as more of a bullet in a gun. Gathering her will beneath her feet, she let the force of her mind compress itself against the wall and a thin telekinetic bubble that barely restrained the assembling tension.

Allure felt the power tremble beneath the arches of her feet. Rotating her hips, she aimed herself straight towards the ogre. And just as he hurled the spinning wrecking ball towards her motionless form, she released all the force she had gathered. Allure blasted towards the ogre and his ball and chain like she was shot from a cannon.

A few moments later, Allure dusted off her feathers and smiled in pleasure at all the destruction she had wrought.

Hovering about her shoulder, the little wisp tsked, "It wouldn't have worked nearly as neatly as you think."

Allure arched an eyebrow towards her ethereal mentor, "Oh? I thought you said that the construct's properties were identical to those found in the real world."

"Oh, sure. He's strong and tough as anything. And that spiked ball you cut clean in half on your way to his chest is just like the steel you'd find hanging from a crane..."

"But..."

"But," the Wisp shook her head, "Dusting yourself off like that after punching your way through an ogre's chest? Impossible. Do you realize how much blood and guts you'd be covered in? Dry cleaning be damned, you would have to purchase a whole new wardrobe."

Allure laughed softly, "Ogre's don't really exist..."

"Believe me," the Wisp replied, "I've seen stranger..." The Wisp circled Allure, as if she was about to say something else, but then paused.

Sensing a change in the Wisp's demeanor, Allure asked, "Is something wrong?"

The Wisp trembled. "It... It's time..."

"What's time?" Allure asked, alarmed.

The Wisp began to make its way back towards the castle, "T-time. I didn't think it would... would... come back so quickly. Must be because I'm being so active... w-with... you."

Allure hurried to keep pace with the Wisp as the doors to the castle flew open. Behind them, the Instructor materialized, following close. "Will you be needing me further, mistress?" the shadowy construct-creator asked.

"N-no." The Wisp replied, then shouted, "No! NO! NO!" The little cloud took off then, whizzing from sight as it climbed up the stairway towards the tallest tower in the Ruby Enclave.

Allure followed at a run, climbing up after the Wisp. She realized there was no way she was going to catch her, until she came to the top of the tower. There on the uppermost landing, Allure encountered a set of elaborately carved, closed doors with shimmering inset rubies. "Did she go through here?" she asked aloud.

"Yes."

Allure whirled around and found the lanky Instructor had followed them up the staircase. "How do you know? Maybe she went out the window."

The Instructor pushed past her. To Allure's shock, the midnight black of his skin was warm and silken as it rubbed against her. It rubbed like naked flesh as he slid by. Moments later, he stood before the double-doors. "She comes here often. It is her place of sanctuary," he explains.

"Sanctuary? From what?"

She sensed the Instructor's amusement as he turned towards Allure, "From life, I suspect."

"The Wisp doesn't seem depressed. I'd have sensed that a long time ago."

The Instructor shrugged, "Empathy is not infallible. Unfortunately, most Empaths learn that too late in their careers."

Allure frowned, "As if you would know."

"But I do. But as I was saying, this is her Sanctuary. From time to time, she must return here."

"Why?"

The Instructor gazed at Allure steadily, and for the first time, she sensed his eyes -- a deep, warm blue hidden in the starless black. It was as if he had been keeping them shut all this time and had finally decided to open them. "All things of the material world must return there eventually." Turning back to the doors, he waved a hand and they opened for him into an opulent bedroom.

Unlike most of the Enclave, this room was draped in purple and velvet. A lavish four-posted bed, hanging with golden drapes, sat opposite an enormous mural of a waterfall pouring into a tranquil, forest lake. Allure looked about in wonder as carved trinkets, wooden clocks, and gaudy charms filled every square inch of space. The only thing that was plain in the room was its centerpiece, a round table set upon a plain woven rug. Set in the center of the rather commonplace table was a small hook on a stand. And upon the hook hung a woven dream catcher, glittering with colorful thread and long bristly feathers.

Allure's gaze focused in upon the circular dream catcher, its feather's ruffling from a faint breeze that blew in from an open window, spinning it slowly in lazy circles. "What's this? Does she sleep here?"

"So to speak," the Instructor replied.

"She has a body then."

"Oh yes. Just not here."

"But where?"

The Instructor's midnight black shoulders lifted in an all too human shrug. "In the material world, someplace."

Allure turned about and looked up to the lanky creature, its blue eyes still visible. "You know more than what you're telling me. I don't need to read your mind to know that."

The Instructor moved passed Allure, his arm brushing her's for a fraction of a moment. As he did so, a shiver ran along her spine. Why, Allure wasn't sure. His skin wasn't cold. In fact, it was the exact opposite. Warm... like the sun on a blue lagoon.

Allure blinked and rubbed her eyes. She wasn't sure why she just had that thought either. It took her a moment to focus on the Instructor again, for he had stopped at the dream catcher and spread his long arms as if to encompass it.

"This is not just a dream catcher, Allure."

"It isn't?"

"No, it is a Revisitor Gate."

Allure circled the innocuous looking bit of art, "A... Revisitor Gate?"

"Yes. If you look carefully, there's a life link attached to it. If you can guess who it belongs to, I'll show you where it goes."

Allure couldn't help smiling, "It belongs to Wisp."

The Instructor's head bobbed slightly, "Right in one."

"So, what does it do."

The Instructor placed his hands behind his back and walked slowly to the room's window, following the faint life link that trailed from the dream catcher and out into the night. "No one with a material body can stay here forever. It isn't possible. Eventually, the lure of the physical planes will demand that the soul returns to its host."

Allure followed the Instructor to the window. "Well, that actually sounds rather comforting."

"Yes, for you. But consider that not everybody comes from the same circumstance. The Wisp, as you call her, told you that many from the physical realm come here to escape a very horrible existence. You will likely find, on your return, that certain things will not allow your mind and body to reach a level of tranquility to return."

Allure frowned in confusion, "I don't understand."

The Instructor gestured to the dream catcher, "That is a Revisitor Gate. Whoever travels through it will return to the astral planes, regardless of what circumstances they find themselves in."

"Oh! So, she'll travel through, return to her body, and then turn around and come right back?"

"Yes... eventually."

Allure gave the rather cryptic Instructor a sideways glance. "How do you mean?"

Again, the Instructor shrugged as a being of the astral planes rather than the material one. "She'll have to endure her life for a little while, but with any luck, the Revisitor Gate will draw her soul back along the link quickly."

Allure swallowed, "And of what life is that? What could be so horrible that she would require escape?"

She almost sensed a smile coming from the Instructor, "I'm so very glad you asked. Come closer." He gestured towards the mural of the forest waterfall. "Take a close look."

Allure focused on the massive mural, and then widened her eyes in shock. "It's moving. Its... a picture, not a painting!"

"Indeed. It is a viewing wall. Let us see if it can follow the life link back to our friend, the Wisp."

Allure nodded and watched as the Instructor waved his hand across the mural. Slowly, the picture of the waterfall faded, and another one materialized. What Allure saw then caused her to gasp and take an involuntary step back.

"As I said," added the Instructor to Allure's reaction, "Horrible existence."

All Allure could do was nod. She was speechless.

And so was the woman on the wall.

The cocks were gigantic, and they seemed to swarm all over her from all sides, forcing their way to her face, rubbing her perfect skin, sliding in and out of every orifice they could reach. Swollen and blue, she lost count of them as they danced about her, disappearing and reappearing as if being controlled by an unseen director. Whoever she was, she was the centerpiece of a huge gangbang.

She was beautiful, though, Allure had to admit, with a lush, womanly body that put her own petite one to shame. Beautiful, shuddering, breasts, rising and falling, knocking this way and that with each thrust and wide hips that accepted each and every monstrous piece of man-meat, two at a time into her ass and stretching cunt. Her long, black, hair was splotched and dripping with jizz, however, but the men who used her didn't care. They just wrapped their fists around it and used the once silky length as reins to direct her gaping mouth.

Over and over again, they plunged into her body, balls deep, ragdolling her in their hurry to get their fair share of flesh.

"Oh my god," Allure breathed, "Oh my god... that's her?"

"Yes."

"Is this happening to her... now?"

"Yes."

Allure exhaled. Her heart raced as she watched the huge cocks rammed into her faster and faster, forcing thick and sticky residue from her with each penetration, oozing and dripping from her mouth, lips, shaking tits, and perky pink nipples. Allure heard herself groan as she looked into the woman's bleary eyes, unfocused and rolling as if drugged. "My god... they've fucked her brains out."

"Don't worry, she'll be coming to in a moment."

The Instructor was right, and soon, Allure saw intelligence glimmer in the woman's eyes. They focused, and then grew wide with fright. And pain... and so much pleasure. She began to struggle, but powerful blue hands clamped down upon her wrists, her thighs, her pin-up narrow waist. A dribble of light blue cum escaped her puffy, cock-filled lips, and her body began to tremble.

"She recognizes where she's at," the Instructor continued, "And her brain is just beginning to catch up with her body."

The trembling became waves of involuntary contractions and her struggles turned into violent wrenching, but the powerful blue hands held on. Faster and faster, the cocks entered her, stretching her holes as if knowing this was the opportunity to destroy her mind. And they were right, for soon after, her eyes flew open wider than ever, and her back arched into a half-moon shape.

The dark blue cocks buried themselves into her all at once then, and the grapefruit sized balls squeezed, sending what must have been gallons of their pale seed into her beautiful body. Load after load, Allure was sure, for they dared not pull from her fuck-cavities while they had more to pump into her. The woman shook and shook in continued aftershocks, even as the huge blue dicks deflated, and a flood of cum poured from her body.

Allure thought she heard the woman moan, before realizing that there was no sound coming from the mural. The moan had come from herself, her hands unconsciously moving to the damp feathers that rubbed between her thighs. Pulling her fingers away guiltily, she caught the blue eyes of the Instructor watching her. "I... I can't help it."

"You're an Empath. I know."

"Where is she? I have to help her."

The Instructor shrugged, "I could tell you, however I do not think you should go there."

"I must. I'm a superheroine. She needs my help."

The dark being turned to face her directly, and Allure couldn't help but notice as more cocks moved in to replace the three that departed from the woman's body. She would be receiving another dose of potent cum soon. Allure could feel her cheeks grow hot and she averted her eyes. She had to stop watching. Seeing another woman used... taken... should not turn her on. It just shouldn't.

Only she knew, deep down, how those cocks would feel in her own body. And how it had been such a very long time since she'd had one last... of any shape or size.

"You need more instruction," the Astral man replied finally.

"Y-yes... I do," she admitted. She needed more something.

"If I give you the answers you seek, will you become my pupil? Even more so than you were for her?" He waved a vague hand back towards the mural.

"You can tell me what I want to know?"

"Yes."

"Everything?"

"I can..."

Allure swallowed and let her eyes drift back to the mural and the lovely, hard, pounding that the Wisp was mercilessly taking. "Then... I accept."

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