I was glad that I had hundreds of years of Presence use and had spent so much time on my body's reinforcement, because I needed every bit of experience I had to stop her from turning my penis inside out and crushing my testicles from the inside.

It was the most subtle and powerful use of Presence I had ever felt, which was saying something, because I had met some powerful Presence users and as far as I knew, they couldn't do what she did. After the first hour of torture, I realized why.

That was all she could do with it.

Whatever quirk of fate had done to her, her sole ability with Presence was the manipulation of other people's Presence with her own in a very limited area, namely under her hand, and that was it. I caught some things from her mind, about training for years to control her ability and failing miserably at everything except using Presence under her hand. She could tell when people lied, just like most of The Order members could, and that was all.

She had no Detect Presence ability, no reinforcement ability, no healing ability, and no way to change it. She was stuck with what she had and she had made the best use of it that she could. She became a very effective interrogator by using her limited use for torturing people.

That had worked for a while, then when she realized the most sensitive part on people's bodies was very vulnerable to her ability, she had used it to the ultimate advantage. It had been a long road for her, years of struggle and hardship, and now she was the most powerful woman in charge of an entire planet because of what she could do.

My interrogation lasted for nearly four hours, with the administrator needing to take ten to twenty minute meditation breaks every hour to recharge herself. She tried everything she had learned over the years to break me, and she tried them over and over, in different ways, and she even developed slightly new and more effective techniques because of it... and I never spoke a word.

The administrator let my blood covered penis go and stared up at me angrily. “Your manhood should be a puddle of goo on my floor!” She nearly yelled. “You should be submitting to me and begging me to be lenient!”

I didn't have the heart to tell her that I had cut off the sensations from my penis after the first few minutes as we battled for dominance with Presence. I suspected that I wouldn't be feeling anything from it for quite some time, at least until I could meditate for a few days and go in and fix all of the little bits of damage she actually managed to do before I stopped each of her techniques.

She stood up when I didn't respond and that made her even angrier. “You will sit here and wait for me until I return.” She spat at me and left the room in a huff. A couple of minutes later, a mousy woman who looked thin as a rail, came in through a side door. Her hair was stringy and she looked like she was starving, and her thoughts were like an open book. She was hungry for what she thought was my weakened Presence.

She was a prisoner that had been assigned here over a decade ago, because of her ability to absorb Presence. She established a long standing agreement with the administrator for clean up duties, when the administrator discovered that ability could be used to weaken people enough to make prisoners even more compliant after her interrogation.

“I warned you not to make her angry.” The mousy woman said and walked over to me. “She's never asked me to feed on a prisoner before they broke mentally or physically.”

She didn't wear restraints of any kind and her jumpsuit was so big and baggy on her that it looked like if the wind caught it, it would pick her up like a kite and carry her away. I didn't say anything and she reached out and stroked the side of my head and let her fingers play a little with the five inch long blonde hair on my head.

“Oh? You're not as mangled as I thought you would be after so long under her hand.” She said and knelt down in front of me. “Some of the blood has dried.” She said sadly and she started licking up the fresh blood on my thighs. “Mmm, so tasty.” She looked up at me. “Your blood is strong in Presence.”

I didn't say anything, either verbally or mentally, and she put her head down and kept licking and cleaning me, right up to my crotch. I was still quite hard from the administrator's Presence infusion, and she took advantage of that and easily licked and sucked all of the blood off. Small scars littered my skin down there and she used her tongue to trace each and every one.

I could feel a little thrill go through her as each new bit of blood hit her tongue and her ability absorbed the inherent Presence from it. As far as I could tell, she was only absorbing it through her tongue and not through her hands that were braced against my thighs. When she reached the head of my manhood, she sucked on it like a lollipop to get the blood that had settled inside.

“MMMmm!” She moaned at the larger intake of Presence from fresher blood. She used her hand to try and wring even more blood up and out of my urethral tract. She got a little more, then her lips made a kiss smacking sound as she pulled her mouth off of me. She sat back on her heels and looked up at me. “I hope that felt as good for you as it did for me.”

I thought about staying quiet, then smiled. “I wish I felt anything at all there, because you looked like you really enjoyed it.”

“Wh-what?” She blinked her eyes and looked at me with surprise. “You... didn't feel... anything?”

“It's completely numb after four hours of being ripped apart from the inside.” I said.

“N-no... no.” She said and moved slightly away. “I... I'm sorry! I didn't... I took and didn't give back.”

I opened my left wrist shackle and cupped the side of her face. “It's okay.”

She looked at my free hand and then at my face. “But... but...”

“I have to let her have her fun.” I said and put my hand back on the chair arm and closed the restraint. “Just like you.”

“No, I... you let me...”

“Would you like some more?” I asked.

“Wh-what?” She gasped.

I used Presence to speak only to her. “I can share my Presence.”

“NO!” She exclaimed.

“I invite you to kiss me and find out.” I said.

She sat there and stared at me with her mouth open slightly and she didn't know what to do. No one had invited her to voluntarily touch them before.

“Let me help you.” I said and used Presence to pick her up and sat her down across my lap. Her bony hip dug into my crotch and she looked down at it.

“You really can't feel that?” She asked, still surprised.

“No.” I said. “You would have gotten a lot more than blood from me otherwise.”

She visibly trembled at the idea. “The Presence from millions of potential lives.” She whispered and closed her eyes. “I can't imagine the joy that would bring me from someone so strong.”

“You'll probably have to wait a while for that, unfortunately.” I said. “I'm quite damaged down there.”

“I know.” She said and opened her eyes to look at me. “They always are.”

We sat there and stared at each other for several minutes and didn't say anything.

“Hunter, can you really share Presence?” She finally asked.

“You have to decide that for yourself.” I said and exaggeratedly puckered my lips.

“I just licked up your blood.”

“Thanks for that. It looked odd all smeared with blood.”

“You really want me to kiss you.” She said, quite astonished.

“You could open your jumpsuit and let me suckle your breasts instead if you want.” I said with a huge smile, which made her laugh.

“Now I'm really sorry you're numb down there.” She said and turned slightly in my lap and looked into my eyes. Please share with me. She thought and she closed her eyes and pressed her thin lips to mine.

I didn't want to overwhelm her with how much I could really do, so I only used a tiny bit of Presence to reach in through her mouth and touched the Presence center in her stomach... and it was sucked in instantly and disappeared.

She broke the kiss and moaned loudly. “MMMHHHNNNN!”

In the next moment, she curled up into a ball on my lap and I felt her soak through her jumpsuit and then she covered my lap with liquid. Unfortunately, it wasn't just a womanly reaction as the acrid smell of urine reached my nostrils. I quickly used Presence to neutralize the smell by pushing it away from my nose. When I checked her, she was fast asleep.

Well, damn. I thought. At least she didn't let her bowels go, too.

*

“How long are you going to keep him waiting?” The Order member that didn't like Hunter asked.

“He was fairly bloody, so I'm sure Noma is going to need some time to feed and weaken him.” The administrator said. “After that, I'll try again. No one has successfully resisted me yet.”

The Order member stayed quiet because he didn't want personal treatment from her, so he didn't say that Hunter had already resisted her. Just the thought that she would do that to someone was against his personal beliefs, especially since they didn't have a viable medical professional to handle things if she went too far. He wasn't the one in charge, however.

“How long does she usually take?” He asked, since he didn't normally interfere with her business and didn't know.

“An hour, especially with the stronger ones. They whine and whimper as she sucks them dry.” The administrator smiled. “I always watch the footage later to make sure she's keeping her end of our deal.”

“You shouldn't be making deals with prisoners.” He said.

“I would rather have her here to control her ability than let her roam around in the general population and let her take it from everyone and making them all weak. Wouldn't you?”

He couldn't respond to that and still have the moral high ground. On one hand, the administrator was protecting the prisoners, on the other hand, she was using her ability to hurt certain ones to get what she wanted from them. It was much safer to remain quiet.

*

I was there for almost an hour and the liquid on my bare legs had cooled off long ago. I could tell from how soundly the woman on my lap slept that she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, so I tried to use a little bit of Presence to make sure that she would stay asleep for a while longer than that... and it disappeared inside of her Presence center.

“Mmm.” She moaned a little and didn't make any other sounds.

The door to the office opened and the administrator strode in with a smug smile on her face and it instantly turned to disgust as she smelled the urine. She walked around the chair and stood in front of me and saw the mousy woman curled up on my lap.

“I can't believe she made you pee all over yourself.” The administrator said. “Are you that weak after what she did?”

I didn't say anything and she made her hand glow as she reached out and grabbed the mousy woman by the arm, who didn't react at all to it. The administrator pulled her off of my lap and dragged her across the room and through the side door, then closed it.

“Are you ready to start again?” She asked, her voice and mind filled with anticipation.

“Just a minute.” I said.

She walked over to me and knelt between my legs. “I am the one in charge here. I'm not doing this on your schedule.”

“All right. You asked for it.” I said and let my bladder go. I had been holding it in for about a week, since I didn't really have the chance to relieve myself because I was so busy. The mousy woman was the one who had given me the idea, so I was going to have to thank her later.

My urine was a dark yellow and smelled really bad, about three times worse than that of the mousy woman's. Since I was still erect because of the administrator's previous torture and damage, my pee shot nearly straight up and hit her right in the face like she was being sprayed with a fire hose. To say that the administrator was surprised was an understatement. Her mouth was open and she inevitably got a lot of it in there and she closed her eyes and tried to turn her head from side to side to avoid some of it. She even put her hands up in the way to try and block it.

I wasn't going to allow that and used a bit of Presence to make sure that every single bit of it hit her in the face. The administrator spit and sputtered under the deluge and she was doubly surprised that it lasted so long, especially since she thought it was my urine on the chair and the floor. I let out a long relieved sigh when I was done.

She lowered her stinky urine coated hands and stared at me in disbelief. Her face, her previously well styled hair, most of her long sleeved t-shirt, and her lap were completely soaked through and tinted yellow. It dripped from her eyelashes, the tip of her nose, her ear lobes, and her chin. She knelt there and didn't say anything for about thirty seconds, then she stood up and left through the front door of her office.

I watched her walk down the hallway and into her personal residence, which was quite opulent, and she went right into her overly large bathroom and stripped off and stepped into the shower. To my surprise, it used a lot more water than the showers the prisoners used. She lathered up and scrubbed and rinsed herself off six times before she felt like she was clean.

When she was done drying herself off, she left the bathroom and went to her closet to get bed clothes and put them on. She went to her bed and climbed in under the covers and huddled up into a ball. All she could think about was that it was her fault, because I had warned her.

I guess I'm staying here for a while. I thought, then entered a meditative state and stayed alert. I was tempted to repair the damage she had done; but, then she would know that I could fix the damage, so I had to leave it for now. Instead, I funnelled Presence into myself and recharged and reinforced my body. I had a feeling that I was going to need as much energy as I could get.