Cascade

Warning: death and destruction

PROLOGUE

 

“Have a little too much fun last night?”

 

Claire rolled her eyes at the slightly stocky guardswoman as she swiped her ID card. “Alarm didn’t go off.” She leaned forward to peer into the retina scanner as it extended from the side of the booth.

 

“Lucky you, getting to sleep in.” The guardswoman held out her hand past the window, and Claire took it. She allowed her innate mystic defenses to lower, so the other woman could use her telepathy to scan Claire’s mind for any obvious deceptions. Claire was not a fan of the procedure, but she’d grown accustomed to it over the past year; with the things Magic allowed some women to do, it would not be too difficult for exceptionally gifted saboteurs to steal a staff member’s identity, down to altering their own body to match the appearance. Supplementing the checks with psychic scans was the closest they could get to fool-proofing the system.

 

The guardswoman gave Claire a sly smile, and the Researcher’s Assistant jumped in her seat as she felt the impression of a female tongue give her a deep, sensual lick between the legs. Claire flushed and pouted as the guardswoman gave her a little wink. Claire let out a little breath and shivered as the magic tongue left a sensual tingle that coaxed her sex to moisten. After a few more seconds, the guard released her hand, and Claire let out a little huff as she retracted her arm. She resisted the instinct to reach between her legs.

The Creature

Queen Rose no longer slept. She hadn’t needed to since the day of her ascension. Sex Magic had transformed her body into a hyper-efficient machine of organic perfection; even without any magic at all, she would only need to physically rest perhaps an hour a week. But of course, even that was unnecessary. The constant background radiation of ambient Lust Energy throughout her Queendom provided more than enough to keep herself at the height of strength, focus, and balance, just taking little sips of the energy every now and then.

But even a goddess occasionally needed some form of respite. For all the Magic had changed her, she was still, at her core, only human, and a mortal mind needed a break every now and then. And so, without the need for sleep, she meditated.

Jane Clone Interview

The following audio log was found among the black box files of the Pandora Research Facility.

INTERVIEW

Dr. F: We’ll ask again, Jane. Why do you want to hurt Jake so much?

Jane: …

Dr. F: We can sit here all day.

Jane: I don’t know. I just do. I sense his cock, and all I want to do is use my magic on it. All I want to do is make him twist and writhe and thrash and cry and beg and scream at my feet. I want to grab his cock and just feel his whole body lock up. I want to put him inside me and watch him go insane and die from my touch.

You think I’m bad to him? You have no idea how much I’m holding back. I just want to hurt him through his dick, constantly, so fucking bad.

Pandora Secret Files

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Just A Little Scene: Created

She heard voices as she slowly awoke. She groaned and opened her eyes, waiting for her vision to shift into focus. She was laying on a bed, naked, numerous pads and wired and needles stuck into her. She also felt wet, as though she had just been pulled from a bath. Standing over her were several women and men in lab coats and doctor’s masks. A light shone done over her and its light was harsh to her eyes.

“Okay, here we are,” said one of the men. “She’s awake.” He pushed the light back and leaned over her. “Welcome to the world,” he said. “I am Dr. Kathix. I am one of your creators.”

She looked at him confused. “Creator?” she said, her voice sounding weak and strained.

“Yes,” he said. “Do you feel well enough to sit up?”

“I guess,” she said. Several hands grabbed her and helped her up. She felt weak, as though she’d been bedridden for several weeks. However, after a moment, she was able to orient herself, and she sat up without the need for support. Her thoughts were becoming clearer, and her awareness sharper. She looked around, and could make out the features of the doctors better, her eyes adjusting to the light. She was in a hospital room, with several machines beeping as they took readings of her pulse and who knows what else. The equipment wasn’t a standard heart monitor. There were a total of eight doctors surrounding her.