Night Lynx: Mind Trap

 

 

By Void

 

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Published by Void

 

Copyright 2025 by Void

 

 

Everything contained within this story is a work of fiction, and comes under the blanket of fantasy. The story contains graphic and explicit adult scenarios depicting sexual and violent themes that may be offensive to some readers. Nothing depicted in this story is intended to glorify or encourage the reality of that content - it is all purely fantasy.

Names, characters and places within this story are used fictitiously or are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblances to actual persons, alive or dead, or locations, or businesses are unintended and coincidental. All characters depicted in this story are aged 18 or over.

 

This story is intended for an adult audience ONLY. Only read if you are aged 18+. Keep out of the reach of minors.

 

Night Lynx Mindtrap

 

Night Lynx prowled from the shadows of the alley towards the back entrance into Club Diablo, drawing the attention of the two heavyset doormen standing vigil either side of it. The nearest guard's gaze crawled up her body, appreciating the tight, midnight blue bodysuit that clung to her toned figure like a second skin, before trailing down her long legs to the sleek black boots she wore up to her calves.

'The Night Lynx,' the man muttered in surprise as he finally drew his gaze up to look at the raven-haired heroine's midnight blue mask, covering the whole top half of her face to hide her true identity.

Lynx didn't need her telepathic powers to sense the shock and alarm the doorman felt at seeing her emerge from the darkness before him. His blossoming desire for her had been replaced immediately by dread the moment he understood who the pale beauty approaching him actually was.

'Wh... what are you doing here?' the guard stammered.

'Stand aside,' Lynx said icily, not breaking stride as she marched towards the doors leading into the sleazy club. 'I have some questions for your boss.'

The doorman raised a hand to halt her, 'Whoa, I can't just let you through...'

Lynx had no patience for this tonight. She spun forwards in one fluid motion, whipping one of her long legs around to kick the guard high on his chest, crunching the man into the wall he was standing beside with enough force to instantly wind him. He crumpled to the floor immediately, spluttering and gripping his stricken throat as the vigilante strode past him.

The second doorman reacted instinctively as his colleague fell to the ground, grasping for a weapon concealed in his jacket. Lynx read his hostility and intentions before he had even processed them himself, stunning him with a series of lightning-fast kicks before sending him flying through the door he was guarding with a final sweep of her right leg.

Lynx stepped over the fallen man into the VIP lounge of Club Diablo without so much as a downwards glace, her dark eyes rapidly scanning the smoky interior for her quarry. Inebriated patrons and scantily clad serving girls shrank back from the heroine as she stalked past them deeper into the lounge, their alarm and concern radiating off them as they struggled to process her dramatic arrival.

A bouncer within the lounge moved to quickly intercept her, causing Lynx to snap her attention onto him and lash out with her telepathic power. With a flex of her mind, Lynx staggered the man with a sudden jolt of psychic pain that sent him to his knees, before shrouding his perception of her in a reflection of his sudden fear. To the befuddled bouncer, Lynx's dark form was suddenly wreathed in black smoke with unspeakable horrors unfurling within it. Ashen-faced, the man shrieked in abject terror before sprinting past the vigilante to flee the club entirely.

Having seemingly dismissed the burly man with but a glare, Lynx returned her focus to scanning the lounge, swinging her hips as she prowled deeper into the room. The perfumed aroma of the club filled her nostrils as she came deeper in, so thick with musk and spice that she could practically taste it.

At the centre of the dimly-lit lounge, flanked by a pair of goons and enjoying a private lap dance from one of the newest girls to work at the club, Lynx found her target.

Diego Cortez was little more than a glorified pimp, but his contacts with the Black Rose cartel, mixed with his shameless perversity and ambition, had risen him to the status of pleasure prince of the Sugar District - earning him enough wealth and influence to run Club Diablo like his own little palace of depravity. The tall and muscular flesh merchant was dressed in trousers of vibrant purple and a half-unbuttoned white shirt that revealed a myriad of exotic tattoos that decorated his torso and arms.

Diego looked calm as he watched the vigilante approach, but Lynx could feel his deep and growing apprehension with her telepathic powers. Though he was masking it well on the outside, there was no mistaking the fear curling in his stomach as he waved away his private dancer.

Lynx narrowed her focus onto the pimp as she neared him, scanning the surface of his mind to read his troubled thoughts.

'Fuck... She knows...,' he thought with mounting inner concern. Indistinct flashes crossed his mind unconsciously: the faces of his contacts in the Black Rose, the names 'Lisa' and 'Abigail', and the sound of a bullet being racked into the chamber of a pistol.

'Night Lynx,' Diego purred her name as his gaze trailed up the curves of her body from her legs to look her in the eye, his deep voice thick with his Hispanic accent. 'This is a surprise... If I had known you wanted to visit the lounge, I would have reserved you a booth.' He gave an easy smile, 'I didn't know this was your scene, chica.'

Lynx gave the pimp a withering look as she approached him, wiping the smile off his face with a jolt of psychic pain.

'The Black Rose kidnapped the police commissioner's wife and daughter this morning,' Lynx said without preamble, coming to a halt in front of the seated pimp, 'You know where they are holding them.' Her dark gaze bored into him, 'Tell me where they are.'

The enforcers either side of Diego shared uneasy looks with one another, both men's hands inching down to the sidearms concealed without their jackets. Diego recovered quickly from the dark heroine's telepathic flex, raising a hand to calm his men.

'The commissioner's wife and daughter have disappeared?' he asked with a tone of exaggerated concern, 'That's terrible to hear. Truly. But I don't know anything about...,' he cut himself off to suddenly clutch at his temples as another lance of psychic pain was shot into him.

'Spare me your theatrics,' Lynx replied tersely, 'I've already found and broken the initial captors, Cortez.' She took another step towards him, seemingly ignoring the fidgeting men at his sides, 'They gave you up, in the end. They brought the women to you, and you moved them on to a Black Rose hideout somewhere...'

'The training paddock...,' the thought crossed his mind unconsciously as he listened to her.

'...Yes, the training paddock,' Lynx continued, seeing the colour drain from Diego's face as the extent of her power was becoming clear. 'One way or another, Cortez, you're going to tell me where it is - it's just a question of how unpleasant your life will become before you tell me.'

The flashes going through Diego's mind became a rapid series of horrific consequences if he betrayed the Black Rose. 'They'll fucking torture me to death,' he thought with mounting dread.

Lynx brought her hands up to rest on her hips, 'They won't get the chance, Cortez. They will be much more concerned with escaping me.'

'Fuck, she's in my head... Gotta control my thoughts...,' he thought desperately, trying to rein in his emotions and focus his mind on the task ahead of him.

'Whoa, chica, slow down,' Diego said hastily, now unable to stop his anxiety from creeping into his voice. 'None of what you just said is holding up in any court, eh? You can't just... argh!'

He cried out as Lynx unleashed an even larger lance of psychic pain upon him, 'We are not in a court,' Lynx said with cold purpose, 'I already told you - your people gave you up. I also see your mind, Cortez. You've already revealed to me that you have the information I need.' She inclined her head a fraction as she continued to stare him down, 'Tell me now, or suffer greatly and tell me in a few more moments.'

'Fuck, fuck, fuck... damned puta!'

Diego recovered in his seat to glare up at the heroine. 'Ach, you are a scary bitch, eh? Fucking mind witch who can just read my thoughts.' He straightened his back, rolling his tongue around his bottom lip as he studied her. 'Tell me, chica - what am I thinking right now?'

The pimp's scattered and chaotic thoughts became ultra focused as he concentrated on imagining something. It was a lurid sexual fantasy if him fucking Night Lynx from behind on a four-poster bed, making her cry out with submissive groans of pleasure as he dominated her. The fantasy was a vibrant cocktail of exquisite details that revealed the depraved depths of the man's sordid imagination.

Lynx's breath caught momentarily in her throat as Diego's fantasy washed over her, obscuring the rest of his thoughts from her. 'Hmph, you've quite the imagination,' she said, with not quite the cool assurance she intended, 'But a futile attempt to shock me...'

The fantasy switched as she spoke, instead picturing the Lynx slinking down to her knees and obediently sucking his cock. He imagined the feel of her tongue, the warmth of her mouth, the submissive look of joy in her eyes as she gazed up at him...

'Ngh...,' Lynx recoiled from the pimp's deviant mind, 'Enough games, Cortez. No more stalling...'