A-Cup Angst Ch. 09

He told them to picture the drawings he had shown them come to being on the inside of Ray's ring and a power spirit grew out of the ring to float next to Ray. It was half the size of the ones he stored up with his girls and it's appearance could be confused with that of either Ray or Felicity. "It's beautiful," Sandra whispered and everyone agreed.

The twins opened their eyes and smiled tiredly at the spirit they just created. "I'm drained." Felicity said.

"Yes," Jamie said, nodding, "storing your magic for rapid use at a later date is terribly draining. The both of you are virtually useless until after you've slept. That's why you'll only store your power when the day is done. Now, on to a tactical improvement to this little unit that is long, long, long overdue. Sandra and Rose, front and center! Sandra, what would you like to change about yourself? Any one thing that's bothering you?"

"My hair," she said. "I'd really like for it to be straight so I could let it grow out. It's so curly, it used to take me more than an hour to make it manageable if I let it grow long. If it was straight, I'd finally be able to have long hair."

"Ok," Jamie said. "Cast the ritual and ask for straight hair. Name Rose in it. Rose, you name as her price all of her magic." The girls nodded and performed the ritual. After that, Jamie had them cut their thumbs to allow for an exchange of blood between them. Sandra's power passed into Rose and her short, curly hair straightened out. "The two of you look disappointed. What's the matter?"

Rose and Sandra shared a look before Rose said, "Well, we were kind of hoping we might exchange our power the old fashioned way." Sandra turned her puppy dog baby blues up at him, pleadingly. Rose joined in, looking positively despondent.

Jamie laughed. "We work before we play," he said. "Now that the important work is done, we can play. Rose, fetch some twisty ties from the cabinet, would you?" Rose smiled and hurried to the cabinet. "Use them to tie Sandra to the coffee table and then use her for your own sexual gratification." Sandra blushed at hearing his instructions and the corners of her lips twitched upwards.

Rose undressed Sandra, slowly peeling off each of her garments. Every time Sandra made to speed up the process or help it along, she would spank the brunette on the rear, hard and replace the garment. Sandra enjoyed both the maddeningly slow torture and the loud spanks. Her smile made it evident. Finally, she was naked and Rose made her sit down on the table. She made her lie back and tied her arms and legs to its legs. She then proceeded to lick every inch of her exposed skin, except for her groin.

Rose grinned with delight at the power she was given over the submissive brunette. She stood up and walked over to stand above her face. She slowly took off her own clothes. Sandra's eyes were glued to her pussy. She licked her lips, hoping to get a taste of it, yet fearing she might not. When Rose was wearing nothing but her high heels, she slowly sat astride the table, planting her ass right above Sandra's face. Sandra kept craning her head upwards to try and get her outstretched tongue to make contact with Rose's puffy lips. Rose smiled and enjoyed making the girl strain with futile effort.

Finally, she angled her hips forward and sat back on Sandra's face, placing her asshole upon the brunette's chin. She spanked Sandra's tit and said, "Rim me, bitch, or I'll turn your tits to mush!" She cast a discrete glance at Jamie, to confirm she wasn't overstepping her bounds, but he was wearing a smile and sporting a visible hard on, so she decided he was in the mood for some rough stuff tonight.

Sandra's tongue started to lick her asshole and she sighed in delight at the soft, wet touch. When she penetrated her with it, Rose squealed in delight. Sandra was so turned on by being used as a sex object that she started squirming on the table, trying in vain to achieve any kind of contact upon her skin. Her arousal was beyond belief. Rose noted the dew on Sandra's pussy and thighs and smiled. The brunette had miles to go before she came.

The agile tongue in he ass was driving Rose to greater heights and she soon found herself on the plateau, unable to cross it into orgasm. She lifted her ass, making Sandra groan in protest, and crab walked down the table until her pussy was perched over one of Sandra's big, firm tits. She lowered herself down and rode the warm flesh bag with its tiny, erect nubbin until she finally came, drenching it with her juices. Sandra had never had her tit used as a dildo and it drove her mad with lust. She started to beg Rose for even the lightest of touches upon her pussy.

Rose smiled at the desperate tone of the words and lifted her hand high. She waited until Sandra next opened her eyes and saw the hand, poised high to strike down upon her defenseless pussy. When Sandra saw her intent, a mixture of dread and desire crept upon her porcelain features and Rose felt her heart flutter in approval. She brought her hand down and the brunette let out a pained yelp, quickly followed by a gasping plea for more. Rose spanked Sandra's pussy repeatedly and forcefully, until the brunette came with a yell.

Her thrashing body under Rose kept arching up, driving her tit into her pussy again and Rose was surprised by a sudden orgasm. She didn't like the fact that Sandra's submission had turned her on so much that she lost control of her own pleasure. She stood up and went to retrieve a long, narrow belt from the cabinet.

Walking back to the table, she saw that the twins were lying in each other's arms on one of the couches, as if they were asleep, but their tired eyes were following her every move, intently. Jamie's head was thrown back and one of his hands was draped across the back of the couch. His other hand was petting Helena's hair as her head bobbed up and down in his lap. Rose bent over Sandra and used the belt to firmly tie her midriff to the table, stemming any future writhing.

Rose then produced the enchanted dildo and held it up before Sandra's eyes. The brunette smiled at the sight of it. Rose shoved the outer phallus down into Sandra's mouth and the brunette quickly started to worship it. When it was all wet from her saliva, Rose took it out of Sandra's mouth. She roughly shoved the smaller, internal dildo into Sandra's wet snatch and used her magic to make the belts fasten themselves. She gave the shaft a few delicate strokes, making Sandra twitch helplessly at the sensations.

She looked her in the eye as she slowly impaled herself on the brunette's cock. When she had fully penetrated herself, she began to grind herself upon the unyielding fuck and quickly worked herself to a third orgasm. Sandra grunted and groaned under her. She was unable to fuck Rose and had to endure and take what she was given, which was just shy of what it took for her to cum again. She lay there on the hard table, tied down and immobile, while her fellow slave used her body for her pleasure. Sandra felt a small, sympathetic orgasmic bliss take her over with every orgasm that made Rose's entire body quiver above her.

Soon, Rose was bouncing wildly upon the magical shaft and climaxing almost continuously. Her erratic twitching finally provided enough stimulation for Sandra and she came as well. Her long delayed and teased orgasm was so strong she passed out with pleasure. After a few seconds, she came back to Earth and enjoyed the feeling of her skin burning with ecstasy. Rose had collapsed against her chest and was weakly kissing her nipples.

Helena's scream broke through the post orgasmic haze in her mind and Sandra craned her neck to look around. She saw the twins drifting off to sleep. Helena was riding Jamie's cock and screaming out her orgasm. Sandra admired the way the skin of Helena's back flushed all the way from her neck to her quivering ass. Rose finally gathered the strength to get off her phallus.

After a few more minutes of lazily enjoying the aftermath of their pleasure, Rose and Jamie walked off to store the first ever Rose spirit of sorcery. Helena fiddled with her clit and eyed the flushed body of the tied down slave. She stood up and mounted Sandra's cock. She rode it until they were both exhausted by many orgasms.

Jamie and Rose quickly stored up a spirit of sorcery in one of the rings he had sized for her. It was the same size as his spirits were, but it bore her face, not his. It was also twice the size of the spirit tied to Ray's ring. Everyone was exhausted after that and they all went to sleep, watched over by the gynoid, as usual.

In the morning Jamie made the decision to move out immediately and start killing and torturing the Syndicate members that knew their identities. He would have preferred to attack with thirty six spirit powers at their disposal, but he feared Syndicate reprisals. Time was of the essence. Their parents were going to be in Philadelphia in a week and from there they'd fly home. He didn't want them to get abducted for a second time. Or killed outright.

They boarded their jet and began their quest to eradicate this evil organization. Just as they were waiting for takeoff clearance, Nova said, "Jamie, Mara O'Donnell is calling for you. Shall I put her through?"

Jamie nodded and took the call. It only took him a few lines from her to realize she was again trying to get included into his inner circle. "Look, Mara," he said and sighed, "we're in the jet and about to take off. We're going to travel all over the world and every place we visit, we are going to kill a bunch of monsters. These monsters wear human skins and it's very, very illegal to kill them, but we are going to do it. We're going to kill them all. It's us or them, now. That's just the way it is.

"It's also what I don't want for you. I don't want you to bear the burden of having killed someone, ok? We are doing this because we have to, not because we have a hankering for it. Well, I kinda do, to tell the truth, but that doesn't change the fact that it's a couple of hundred counts of willful murder, no matter how you spin it. Now, you stay here, stateside, and attend classes and have some fun and stay the hell away from all this, ok?"

"Ok," she said, dejectedly, "but only if you promise to give me a call when you're finished with your... quest!"

Jamie snorted. "You seem very sure that we are going to survive this," he said. He had no intention of involving Mara in all this and getting her killed, or worse. "If we make it out of this alive and well, the I promise I'll give you a call when I get back in town. Ok?" Even as he said those words, he knew he wouldn't do it. As soon as he hung up on her, he'd have Nova block all of her calls and delete all trace of them. He couldn't risk her being connected to him.

"Ok, that sounds great," she said. Jamie hung up on her and she quietly berated herself. She had chosen the wrong tack. She should have told him of how she had assisted in their battle. They didn't need to know it had been a one time thing. She pursed her lips and hit the redial button. She got a dialtone instead of a ring. She frowned and looked at her phone in confusion. "The fuck's your problem?"

Destroying the Syndicate turned out to be a much easier task than anyone could have guessed, especially since they kept an eye on anyone getting sent to their home town the whole time. Since Jamie and his people knew the real names of their targets, his A.I., Nova, was able to keep track of them. Better than that, they knew intimate details about their targets which enabled them to attack them when they were at their most vulnerable.

They'd attack them with the immune to magic gynoid leading the way with two drum fed AK-47s firing enchanted rounds. No Syndicate outpost had managed to withstand its precise and lethal fire. Their operatives, mundane and magical alike, fell before it like flies. Jamie or the twins would incapacitate one or two surviving casters and then the twins would rape them to learn more about the identities and weaknesses of their next targets. The female casters were dealt with in the same manner, they just had the dildo fitted to them so Felicity could ride them and read their minds when they came.

Nearly each location also contained victims, prisoners and hostages. Jamie and his gang would undo the evil that had been done to those people and set them free. They'd take the Syndicate's money and give it to the victims to enable them to make their way home. Jamie was disgusted by the ways in which Syndicate made its profit. Each and every one of their money making schemes had victims. Either young women were turned into sex slaves, or young people were drained to rejuvenate the rich, or even worse. It seemed that they were completely unable, or at least tremendously unwilling, to use their magic to make a profit that didn't involve hurting another human being.

Jamie took all of their money and used it to fund his deadly rampage through their ranks. With the twins finding out the private codes of the Syndicate top brass, Nova was able to drain all of their hidden accounts. All of their physical funds were taken, as well.

Each visit to a Syndicate outpost ended in the same manner. Jamie would take a very heavy object, spell his victim to feel all of the coming pain and slowly mash their limbs into paste. After that, fueled by their own intimate knowledge that the twins had fucked out of them, he'd mess with their heads in the way they most dreaded. Finally, he'd set them on fire to slowly die in horrible agony.

They'd select their next target, rinse and repeat.

By the time spring came to the northern hemisphere, Jamie and his gang had become a tight-knit killing machine. They sat in their jet, flying over the gulf of Genoa with thirty six stored up spirits of sorcery at their magical disposal. Hardly any of the Syndicate's bases had warranted using one of them. The entirety of the Syndicate had been exterminated. They only had one last bastard left to kill. His name was Ionas Samaras and he was one of the founding members of the Syndicate and a high ranking member of their previous incarnation.

From what Felicity had been able to glean of him from the minds of his subordinates, he was a complete and unrepentant monster. It mattered not to Jamie. He had signed his death sentence months ago, when he had authorized the kidnapping and torture of his mother and the other parents. "Target detected," Nova said.

Jamie turned his attention to the screen and saw that Samaras had boarded a helicopter and was flying north out of Monaco. "There's the slippery bastard," he said and adjusted their course to intercept. The jet descended to match the helicopter's altitude and Jamie soon saw his final target with his own eyes. He reviewed the terrain beneath them and decided it was the best place for an attack. "How many are on board the chopper?"

Nova's optics zoomed in on the cockpit and it said, "Just Samaras."

"Ok, Nova," he said, "I want you to turn off the gynoid and move your rift someplace else. We're using our EMP spell to take this shit down, right here, right now. I'll call you at Bastion when you're clear to retake control of the gynoid."

"Yes, Jamie," the gynoid said and then stilled. Jamie took over the flying. He flipped some switches to turn off most of the aircraft's electronics and made his attack run at the chopper manually.

"Everyone," Jamie called out, "turn your electronics off! Twins, cast the EMP spell and fry this bastard's flying machine!"

Ray got up and opened the door. The enchantments on the plane prevented a loss of pressure, or the wind whipping into the cabin. While Ray was busy steadying himself and stowing the door to the side, Felicity used one of his stored up spirits of sorcery and sent it to mingle with the static electricity that was amassed on the plane's skin. "Hey," Ray called in protest. Felicity ignored him and sent the electric spirit towards the chopper. "Stop using my fucking power spirits! You've got your own!"

"Yes, but you've got two more than me," she shot back at him and blew him a raspberry.

The helicopter was hit by an electromagnetic pulse that disrupted all of its electronics. Samaras did his level best to keep it in the air, but it was a futile effort. He soon clipped some tall trees on the top of a hill and then crashed.

Jamie pulled back on the yoke and pushed his throttles forward. The plane shot up and gained speed while Jamie began the tedious task of manually resetting the electric and electronic systems on board. His first priority was the uplink to the A.I. The twins laughed in glee as they stumbled back to their seats and fastened their seatbelts. After a few minutes of flipping switches in the cockpit, Jamie pulled off an Immelmann turn and they were headed back to the site of the crash.

Jamie pulled out his phone, turned it back on, and dialed Bastion. Nova answered and together they reset the gynoid and restored the plane to full, working order. They performed a vertical landing next to the shattered, burning helicopter. They found a wounded Samaras crawling away from the wreckage. Jamie walked up to the man, wearing a predatory grin. He couldn't stop himself from laughing as he saw the look of recognition in the man's eyes. It was quickly followed by blind hatred and the man started casting.

His aura was visible to Jamie, who surmised the man's wards must have been misplaced in the crash, and he let his instincts guide him as he read the fluctuations in Samaras' aura and matched them with his own to dispel the man's spells before he could cast them. The twins read the situation and made to intervene, but Jamie's held up hand stopped them. Samaras kept trying to form a spell and kill Jamie, for a few minutes more, until he was too tired to go on.

Jamie breathed a small sigh of relief. He was dangerously close to exhaustion himself. Samaras glared up into his eyes and sneered. "You may have destroyed my organization," he said, "but I have destroyed you! I have sent men to kill your families!" Samaras laughed an evil laugh. "When you go to your homes, you will find only raped corpses, nothing more! Let that be a lesson to you that..."

His voice trailed off as he noted that the young people standing over him were not in the least bit worried. They looked like they were on the verge of cracking up with laughter. If there was one thing Ionas Samaras hated above all else in this world, it was people laughing at him.

Rose handed Jamie a few pages of paper and Jamie held them up so Samaras could read them. "Did you hire them by email, using accounts you just opened from a random computer in an internet café," he asked, while struggling not to laugh. "Were these the emails?"

Samaras glared at the insolent pup and vowed to have his revenge against these immature shits, no matter the cost. He glanced at the papers the boy was holding up. He felt embarrassment as he saw the printouts of his emails in which he engaged some of the world's best assassins to kill the families of all the people that were standing over him. Ionas gathered his wounded pride and haughtily said, "You will suffer forever, knowing that it was your doing that cost your families their lives!"

The young people broke in laughter, slapping their knees and pointing at him. His rage boiled over and he felt his very soul burn with the humiliation. He used the emotion to summon fresh power and strike out against them. Ray effortlessly choked off Samaras' magic, despite his near hysterical laughter. The older man sputtered in wrath and began to scream and curse at them in his native language. That only made them laugh some more. The two red haired women fell on their behinds, that's how hard they were laughing at him. In a blind rage, Ionas Samaras, roared at them to tell him what was so funny.