I woke with a gasp.

“Welcome back.” A familiar, dry, tone said.

Sitting up, still panting, heart pounding, I looked wildly around.

I was back in the infirmary, with Jolly standing beside the bed, looking down at me with a sullen expression.

“Well,” I said, after taking a moment to calm down slightly. “This is special.”

“You died, they brought you back. You can't get out that way,” Jolly said, reminding me why I gave him the moniker. “Come on, get up. We have to go back.”

Swinging my legs around, I took stock. My body, well, the body I was in at least, was back in one piece. Someone had cleaned it, and I even had my tiny little bikini back. Doubt that would last long.

Carefully, I felt at the back of my head, where I'd hit the wall after been thrown there by the Karma bitch. It was fully intact. Was this body another clone? Had they repaired it? I resolved to figure this out, but first, I had other things to experiment with.

Slipping down off the bed, I padded after Jolly, who was patiently waiting for me.

“I see you're walking alright again,” I commented, as we set off down the by-now-familiar corridors. “That's nice.”

“You fucking bitch,” he snarled at me. “You ripped my sac right off.”

I shrugged. “You have learned a valuable lesson. To wit: Don't put your nuts in my mouth.”

Jolly raised a fist, and I stood there and looked at him. He didn't have the balls. Something I knew for a fact.

After a moment, in which he obviously realised I wasn't going to flinch, he lowered his arm. “Fine,” he snarled. “But you're not my friend.”

“Oh no,” I mocked him as he stalked off. “Have we fallen out?” Sniggering, I trotted along and caught him up. “Tell you what,” I said. “How about a real blowjob this time?”

Despite everything, he stopped and looked at me. “What?”

Now I focussed, hard, on him. I tried to recreate the feeling of pure lust that I'd experienced with Gol and direct it in Jolly's direction. My skin began to tingle, which I took as a good sign. I was actually beginning to make myself horny.

“Oh.” Jolly took a step back. “I... I...” he stammered. It was then I noticed. He had a hard on under his robe! Despite his lack of balls, he was actually getting aroused. This. This was progress. However, this much progress I didn't need just now.

I switched my mood. Disgust, fear, hatred. I made my best efforts to think of these things, project them towards him.

It didn't have the reaction I expected.

“Bitch!” he cried, running at me and punching me in the side of the head. It took me completely by surprise, and I staggered from the blow.

“I'll fucking kill you!” he screamed lashing out at me again. I tried to block him, but I was still off balance from the first strike. You ever been hit in the head hard? Well, it really throws you off, let me tell you, and try as I might, I couldn't ward off his attacks.

Too late, I tried to go back to projecting lust, but he was on me now, enraged, maddened, insane. I saw stars as he gave me a blow that knocked me over. Somewhere I could hear a siren blaring, but it was all out of focus.

I was on the floor, with a maddened Jolly on top of me. Blood filled my mouth. My whole head was just a mass of pain.

Looking up, I saw my neighbour, eyes wide, a crazed look upon his face, raise his fist once again.

And once again, time slowed. I tried to pay more attention this time. Waves of smoke-like pulses were coming from me, washing outwards like misty water, hitting Jolly, who seemed almost transparent. The waves were sucked into him, turning red, and pulsating through his body, which was now translucent to me.

Then his fist came down again, sending me back into oblivion.

~ * ~

“Fuck!” I cried, sitting bolt upright.

Well guess what? I was back in the infirmary. Third time's the charm I guess. The robo-doc was just floating back off to whoever it went.

Once again, my current body was back in 'new' condition. I felt at my face. Not so much as a scratch.

The one difference this time was that Jolly wasn't next to me.

It was another young girl, although this one wasn't an elf, thank fuck. She was skinny, probably a few years older than my body, and quite pretty, with long dark hair. Her garments matched mine, insomuch as they were are tiny bikini, albeit a rather fetching purple colour. Despite her apparent youth, she had a weary look to her face, and I got the feeling her mind was older than her body, much like mine.

The other difference was that she seemed to be heavily into piercings. Her ears sported multiple earrings, with slim chains between them. There were two silver bars through one eyebrow, a nose hoop and three slim rings of slightly different sizes through her lower lip. Glancing down, bulges under the tiny bikini top indicated her nipples had been done, and her belly button sported a fairly elaborate gold affair. I could only guess where another one was.

“Hey,” she said, in a neutral tone.

“Hey yourself,” I replied, wondering if my aura worked on her. “Who are you then?”

“I'm Echo.”

“Echo?” I said, before I could stop myself. “Oh, I see. Very clever. No, who are you really?”

She didn't reply, but her eyes lingered over me a little longer before she stepped back a pace. “Come on, I have to take you back.”

I guessed my aura did work on her. Well, that was nice. I'd always preferred females myself, and listless expression aside, this one was cute.

“Where did you come from then?” I swung off the bed, once again, and trotted alongside my new friend as she walked down the corridor. I don't know why they thought I needed a guide, unless she wasn't a guide, but something else? I concentrated on her, but not so strongly as I had with Jolly before. Slowly slowly.

“I've just come back in,” she said, after a glance at me. She managed to tear her eyes away after a moment, which was interesting. Showed some strength of will was left in there.

“Back in from where?”

Once again, there was that struggle I could see inside her, and once again she relented.

“We get sold sometimes,” she revealed. “This place sells us to locals outside, to use for... well, anything at all they want. And I mean anything.” She looked at me again for a moment, her glance spoke to an age of experience. “When we finally die, or are killed, we wake up back here in the original form we first arrived in.” She nodded at my body. “You... You are going to have it hard.”

I could see she was shaking slightly by the time we reached my cell door. I 'focussed' slightly harder, and began to feel somewhat lusty myself. I'd forgotten my aura influenced me as well, something I needed to remember.

Touching her on the shoulder I stepped closer and smiled at her. She began to visibly shake.

“Why don't you come in for a moment?” I asked.

“N... I... I'm not supposed...” I cut her off short by kissing her.

I tell you, a bit of tenderness felt good right then. Don't get me wrong, I'm hardly one for long walks in the park and hand holding, but change can be refreshing. Her ring lips took a bit of getting used to, and I discovered her tongue was pierced too as we continued snogging.

Wrapping my arms about her slim figure, I pushed her inside and onto the bed. We were both panting hard by the time we came up for air.

“I... I can't,” she repeated, but her body belied her words.

I snapped her bikini top off, to reveal a nice, pert, set of tits underneath, both nipples pieced with slim silver bars.

After a few moments work with my tongue, which made her whimper, I turned my aura up another notch, which made us both breathe harder.

Slipping round her, I pulled my tiny knickers off and spread my legs, pushing her down there. She needed no instruction, and went to work on my pussy with an experience in tongue that I'd have been hard pressed to match.

My legs wrapped around her head as my screams echoed out of the still open cell door and through the hallway, and I hoped that the Karma bitch was watching this.

I came about three times before finally allowing my hard working new friend up for air.

“Did I do okay mistress?” she asked, a pathetic look on her face that brought me back to reality.

“Who are you, really?” I asked again, my horniness fading.

After a pause, and a sob, she replied. “I was... I was called Gurgo. Gurgo the Great.” She pulled away, slid off the bed and ran out of the door, crying.

I slumped back. Fuck! So that's why they'd sent her. Gurgo the Great, ruler of over five hundred galaxies six million or so years before my time. A person who had inspired me I my own conquering rampage, especially when I was younger.

The Karma bitch was sending me a message. It plainly said: “If we can do this to Gurgo, we can do it to you.”

The odds, I finally admitted to myself, were stacked against me. This was some kind of fucked up prison that had tech beyond anything I'd ever seen, and they weren't afraid to use it.

I'd need to be prepared to play the long game. I could do that. The Karma boss might be a bitch, but so, for the moment at least, was I.