Blissful Torment

I get out of my Uber, and give the driver 5 stars. Nice guy. I stretch my back and my arms, not wanting to pull a muscle in the next twenty minutes. Sure, I have done this dozens of times, and I am convinced nothing can go wrong, but a few moments of focus never hurt.

I pull my mask over my head in a smooth motion, and walk straight through the front doors of the bank. At first, I am not even noticed as I leisurely swagger towards the staff door with two armoured and armed security guards in front. One of them pokes the other at the shoulder, and they grip their guns tighter, then call out to me: "No entrance. Take off your mask!"

Newbies. I only need to expend a tiny fraction of my power to send them to the ground, spasming and convulsing.

It had not always been this easy. When I had first discovered my powers, they only worked on touch, and they would tire me out quickly. I had been trying to make my then-girlfriend Marion cum orally, but I had no idea what I was doing, and she was getting bored and annoyed. I focused _really_ hard on my tongue in her pussy, and suddenly she cried out and I was blinking away a face full of girl goo. When she had recovered her breath, she shakily told me that she had never squirted, nor even climaxed this hard. I was so proud, but a bit confused, and quite tired.

I bend down and grab their key cards and badges. I can hear people gasp and shout behind me, noticing the commotion. I look up and see some customers and staff members consider resistance. I just mentally shake my head. Do these people not watch the news?

It took me a few attempts to achieve control over my power, much to the disappointment of Marion, but soon I was able to make her cum while eating her out, while kissing, while fucking her, while fondling her, and soon with just a handshake. The drain I felt on myself become smaller and smaller, until I barely noticed it. After the first overkill orgasm I gave her, I made an effort to control it more gently, just making her feel good, or playing around with barely not making her cum, very slowly having her orgasm, or keeping her in a climaxing state for minutes. She was a slut for all of it. Good times.

I take a deep breath, focus, and exude my powers in a wide range, untargeted and encompassing. It lacks strength, but it makes up for it in target numbers. People in the hallway go to their knees, men and women moan uncontrollably as they cream their pants. Sure, they can still act or even fight, but most are embarrassed too much to want to.

Range was such a great party trick, and it did not even take long to learn. Physical contact turned out to be completely unnecessary, just a way for me to focus more easily. At college, I loved frat parties. Being able to walk up to any girl, no matter how pretty, make eye contact and see her draw in a quick breath as I brought her close to orgasm, giving her a wink promising more. I had fucked my way through school, just taking whatever pleasure I wanted physically, and making up for my lack of skill in pleasing others by just ordering their bodies to feel good. Where's the clit? I don't even care, I just know I can make it throb and pulse with just a thought.

I open the staff door, and walk towards the vault - breaking into government offices and stealing floor plans is easy, and really pays off. Alarms are sounding, but I know it's pointless. No armor can stop my powers, it works through walls and I don't even need to know where my victims are. As I stroll down the corridor, I just blast every door and every room with a wide-angled burst of pleasure. Sometimes I get cries in reply, sometimes I hit empty rooms. It works even on guard dogs.

The first time I had used my powers unrelated to sex was when a pack of big, muscular jocks accosted me as I was leaving the library. I had fucked a cheerleader girl (and her friends) and this was the football club, unhappy with me cuckolding them all. They pushed me against a wall, threatened to break my nose or fuck me up even worse if I so much as look at their girls again. I panicked, and slammed my power into the guy in front. He stumbled as he shot his load into his pants, and like an MMA fighter, I took my opening: I hit him with wave after wave of pleasure, and six seconds later he was on the floor, convulsing, as his brain was overloaded with too much pleasure. His "friends" just ran off.

When I figured out I could put whole buildings to sleep, I started my career as a robber. Just stroll in, make everybody pass out, grab the money, walk out. If they called the police, the police just had a pleasant dream as well.

It takes but a minute to reach the stairs, putting a couple dozen men and women on the ground in blissful sleep, and a quick jog downwards puts me in front of the large vault. It's open during daily business. Time to grab the valuables.

"Not so fast!" I hear. Without even looking, I slam a wave of near-climax in its direction. I am intrigued, and I don't want to incapacitate them quite yet. I get a tortured moan in return, making me smirk. Too easy.

I look, and I see a costumed woman. She is covered head to toe in a black latex gimp suit, red rope wrapped enticingly around her breasts jutting out of holes in her dress, a beautiful tortoise pattern of rope following her sexy curves. A wide slit in her crotch shows off her pussy and ass in all its glory. She is dripping wet onto the floor. I close my mouth again. 

"Whoa, who are you?" I stammer, taken aback.

She breathily whispers from thick painted lips: "I am Hope. I am here to stop you."

It makes me roll my eyes. Superheroes. Always trying to mess with things. I focus, and hit her with a barrage of pleasure. But I play around a bit: I'm not making her orgasm. I just put her at the very edge, sixty-nine times in the span of three seconds.

She does not even stagger. She just puts her head back and moans loudly into the cellar, a cry of torture and enjoyment, as her pussy all but gushes a load of fluids down her legs.

"What the fuck?" I exclaim. "You're supposed to be on the floor!" I am not used to resistance. This has never not worked, for years.

She looks at me, her expression hard to read under the mask, but I see a glint in her eyes. Her tongue plays over her lips lasciviously. "Thank you, Master. Please deny me more." She moans, as she starts walking towards me on her ridiculous high heels, her ass swaying most enticingly.

I stumble backwards, and hit her with another blast, but it has no effect apart from making her moan in pleasure. "Fuck," I curse, then stop playing around, and slam two dozen climaxes straight into her.

She stops, legs wide apart, her pussy squirts onto the floor, but she does not fall. I can see her vagina muscles clench over and over, and I get a dry throat as I realize that she isn't even frazzled.

"Ooooh, soo gooood!" She moans, "You are spectacular! Please, punish me more!" I feel sweat on my forehead, not sure from panic or from exertion. I have never used my powers this much this quickly without effect. Suddenly she pounces at me like a cat. I am not prepared for a physical attack and we fall to the ground painfully, with her wrapping her limbs around me. Her teeth grab my mask, and she pulls it off like a porn-star would pull down a pair of pants to suck cock. She pushes her tongue into my mouth, forcing a passionate kiss on me.

I desperately pump more pleasure into her, trying to get her to succumb, but all it does is make her wilder and more aggressive, her wrestling technique impeccable, manhandling me like a teenage girl. Seconds later she has me pinned under her, naked pussy on my face, pushing my nose and mouth deep into her, my eyes able to see her waxed mons pubis, her jiggling breasts and her delighted face above. She is openly drooling in ecstasy. 

The only thing I can breath is her arousal, the smell overpowering and relaxing, and my mouth is quickly filling with her juices as she leaks like a faucet.

"How?" I stammer. It's hardly intelligible, the edges of my vision turning black from the lack of oxygen.

"I am a super-masochist," she whispers before I pass out.

Originally written 2019-04-27, copyright Blissful Torment.