There was another period of isolation after that. I rested, ate and paced up and down, thinking hard.

I also tried to experiment with my abilities, and tried to get the vision back that I'd had before I died, when I seemed to see the forces in the air. I didn't know why, but I had a feeling being able to do that was important.

I failed in that regard, so I gave up and tried focussing my aura instead. Jolly was refusing to talk to me again, so I stood with my head pressed against the adjoining wall and concentrated as hard as I could, thinking horny thoughts about Gol and Echo, and making myself as randy as hell in the process.

After a while there was a moan from the other side of the wall, and I smiled.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jolly shouted. “Stop it! Fuck! I can't be feeling this! Oh god!”

Grinning to myself, I let it go on a little more, until it got too much for me too, and I had to lie down and frig myself off.

~ * ~

It was, by my rough estimation, about lunch time the next day before I had another visit. This time it was just two guards I didn't recognise, although that was the case for most of them of course. They had Gol in tow, seems someone had learned something after all, and it was only seconds before they were dragging me out to the room I now designated the 'fuck room'.

Ripping my little panties off the first guard bent me over and wasted no time slipping his dick into my pussy, moaning all the while. I bore it stoically, whilst the second guard, who was holding Gol's lead, urged him to hurry up.

And then it happened. My vision switched again. I could suddenly see waves of energy coming off Gol, sweeping over the room, but me specifically. Around me, there what looked like pink particles of mist radiating from my body. Where the two energies met, they swirled about madly, excitedly.

As the guard fucking me started to speed up, I remembered what had happened to Jolly when I'd focused on him with negative energy. If there was ever at time to experiment, it was now.

Trying to close out the feeling of sexual pleasure from my pussy as it was pounded, I focussed on pain. I brought up the agony that I felt when I was being tortured, the fear and misery when they smashed my arms and legs, the feeling as the flames licked at my abused torso near the end, and I focussed all these feelings on the other guard, who was holding Gol.

My new vision showed me an immediate change. My pink mist turned dark, and waves of it swept out of my body in a more purposeful fashion, much like Gol's were. Where the two waves collided, there was an explosion of energy that rippled outwards like a nuclear blast.

The effect was immediate. The guard holding Gol screamed in rage and attacked the guard who was fucking me from behind. The first guard was torn from my body, and the two went rolling over and over in a frenzy of anger.

I stood up, somewhat shakily, and ran over to Gol, ripping the ball gag out of his mouth.

“How do I control it?” I demanded, as he looked on with surprise.

He just shook his head.

I grabbed his balls and twisted. “Tell me, or lose these!” I hissed. Okay, maybe a bit meaningless in here, but I was desperate.

“Okay okay!” he said.

I could hear an alarm wailing now. “Hurry!” I demanded. Behind me one guard was smashing the others head in with a chair leg.

“You have to calm down,” he said. “Close your eyes and 'look' inside you.”

Calming down was not easy given the circumstances, but I did my level best, closing my eyes and trying to follow his instructions.

I slowed my breathing and tried to focus.

“Imagine you're in a void,” Gol's voice said. “You're floating.”

I was in a void. I was floating.

“Now, look around, what do you see? What do you feel?”

I 'looked', and was about to say 'nothing' when I felt a tiny bit of warmth lick my side. I swivelled around in my void, to see something odd.

At first it looked like a star, burning with intense energy, but as I focussed I began to drift closer to it, and saw that it was a mass of, for want of better description, threads, all burning with a golden light. A seething mass of them, entangled together, glowing with power.

“If you touch one, you can use the energy,” Gol's voice came to me. “You can maybe, with practice, touch two, three, possibly even four at the same time, but only with practice. If you touch too many it will overwhelm you. You'll just be a horny, mindless zombie, forever wanting to fuck fuck fuck. You'll never know peace.”

I opened my eyes and looked at him. “What happens to elves like that?” I asked.

“There's no cure, they have to be killed,” he said.

“But in this place...” I shook my head. In this place you couldn't die. It would be an eternity of unfulfilled lust. Even I shook at the thought.

“You!” A scream from behind us. I turned to see two guards running towards us, batons drawn. Of our original guards, one was lying in a pool of blood, the other was just sitting there, looking dazed.

I smiled, and closed my eyes. Reaching out within my void, I grabbed two strands and focussed on desire.

A wave of both massive heat and bone-chilling cold ran through me. I threw my head back and screamed as a wave of sexual energy blew away from Gol and me like an explosion.

I screamed again then, grabbing Gol's cock and pulling him towards me. There was no need to exert myself; Gol pushed me back onto the floor, yanked my legs apart and plunged his meat into me.

“Fuck me!!” I demanded, as he rammed himself deep into my cunny. “Harder! Harder!”

Gol obliged, hammering away like a pneumatic drill set on maximum. His thrusts took him deeper and deeper inside me as I roared with lust.

“HARDER!!”

If it was even possible, he did so, and ecstasy flowed through me, out of me, into the surrounding area.

The waves of pleasure increased as Gol sped up, until with an explosion we came together.

It was like a supernova going off in a black hole, like a blast of sound in the silence of deep space, like an explosion of colour in a black and white world, we were light in the dark, we were intense heat in the freezing cold.

And then it was over.

With a deep sigh, Gol rolled off me, pulling his dick out of my vag, dripping what seemed to be litres of cum.

I, somehow, managed to stand up, my legs shaking, and looked around.

The two guards that had been running towards us were on the floor, one ramming his cock up the others arse. The surviving original guard had obviously pleasured himself, as his now limp dick was in his hand. He was lying there, still.

“Well, that was different,” I gasped, and fainted.