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Sisterhood of the X
CHAPTER 8 Two Birds with one Stone
PART A:
Two young woman, Sabrina Killabrough (Template) and Olivia
Yuan (The Analyst), discover their mutant powers. One can force
template her personality on to unwilling victims, making them
obedient versions of herself. The other has a hypnotic voice and
super analytic ability that allows her to permanently convince
others to act as she chooses. They have joined together and decided
to try to find other mutants like themselves. The goal is to build a
team of unknown mutants which will be strong enough to protect
and defend itself. The world is full of threats to mutants. They
hope that be joining together they will be safer. Olivia has many
plans.
Some of the other people that have joined their group:
Twinkie: Kim Norse
Restraint, Seska Parker (originally Sarah Planter)
Godbolt: Geri Connor (originally Roger Kenner)
Fuzzy: Rebecca Littlepond
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Team Meeting, Headquarters, Boston, Massachusetts: A Week
later.:::::::::::
“We’ve got an opportunity to recruit one and possibly two new
mutants to the team.” Olivia addressed the hastily called together
assemblage before her. * They needed to move very quickly on this
one. *
“Seven is my lucky number” Bree complained. “I don’t really see
why we need to recruit any more people to this party. If you get
two, we’ll have eight. Seems to me, the place is going to be overrun
soon if we don’t set some kind of limit.”
Olivia gave her girlfriend a disapproving look. She addressed all
five of the young women lounging around the living room with her
response. “Don’t worry about space. I’ve got my eye on a couple of
pieces of real estate that will better serve our purposes.”.
Seska from her place on the couch, with Rebecca and her were-
friends ranged around them, raised an eyebrow. Olivia almost
reacted to the minimal question before it was posed. She had
already analyzed this meeting and how it would proceed. She
didn’t think their would be many surprises. “Don’t worry! They
are all within driving distance of school, Seska.” she said before the
objection could be voiced.
“And speaking of an education..... I want to mention a couple of
things. I encourage all of you to attend your classes and maintain
the fiction that you are ‘just’ students. For one thing it never hurts
to get an education. For another I don’t want to attract any more
attention to our situation. Rebecca, I’ve finished all the necessary
paperwork with the Chancellor. You can take any courses you
want towards finishing your Biology degree”. Kim sat quietly
behind Geri combing the girls glossy black hair. “Geri, what you do
with your time is your decision, but a course or two in computers or
some other topic that interests you wouldn’t hurt you. Kim, you
mentioned you were interested in physical therapy so I’ve
registered you, as a Freshman, in two related classes and signed
you up for a workshop being offered on campus in Massage for
Beginners.”
Plowing on before any of them could protest her actions in their
behalf, Olivia continued with her prepared speech. “One last thing.
I’ve been worried about our physical conditioning. We have to
assume that sooner or later we will face physical threats. Seska is
in excellent shape...” Rebecca ‘Umm-Hmmm’d’ and laid a
possessive hand on one of Seska’s sculpted calves. Her loving
reaction got a smirk or grin out of almost everyone in the room.
“Yes... well the rest of us aren’t in such great shape. I’ve hired a
cook, so there will be healthy meals available for those that want
them from now on. We can’t continue to live on Junk food and take
out.”
“I’ve also convinced a trio of specialists to work with us. I’ve
posted a schedule in the hall that takes all your classes and other
appointments into consideration. That schedule shows your
assigned times with each of these people.”
“What are these specialists supposed to be teaching us, Liv?” Kim
timidly asked the question that was evident on everyone else’s
faces.
“This is serious so I won’t gloss it over. One is a female physical
trainer. Her name is Melinda Hascall. She will try to improve our
strength, endurance, flexibility, and over all health. The second is
a martial arts master that will try to make each of us as deadly
with our bodies as he can. You can call him Sensei or Sensie
Kuiwan. The third is a weapons and electronics expert. Just call
him Polchek. He will train us in the use of guns, knives,
surveillance equipment, and any other hardware that makes it
easier for us to be the ones that are alive at the end of a fight.
These are the Survival skills that a mutant of the 90’s needs to
learn.” Olivia had let just enough of her power seep into her voice
that no one immediately argued with her, or went spacey.
Reaction around the room varied. Kim was scared, of course.
Geri seemed interested but a bit ticked that Liv wasn’t asking
them. Bree was in her corner. She had templated the Physical
trainer and the Sensei for Liv so that she could more easily
convince them to take the positions. Polechek was in it for the
money but would eventually have his loyalty assured by Liv’s
convincing.
Rebecca and Seska were whispering together. They were so
emotionally and sexually buried in each other that it was difficult
for them to care about anything else. They weren’t interested in
fighting Olivia over this though. With her subtle prodding they
were all at least partially convinced that this would probably be for
their own good.
“Let’s just see how this works out.” Liv said as if everyone had
agreed to go along with her demands. “What we need to decide is,
who will be going with me to Louisiana?”
“I’ve got classes I can’t miss.” Seska said emphasizing that she
was not just playing at getting an education. Olivia nodded her
agreement.
Rebecca chimed in, “I planned on releasing Abe and Marianne
sometime next week. You said I need to work on expanding my
ability to more bodies. That doesn’t give me much time, so I guess I
need to stay here.”. Unspoken but obvious was her desire to stay
near to her new Lover.
“Your right, that does have a higher priority” Liv assured her.
“I guess I could go, if you want me to Liv?” Kim offered. Her tone
said she didn’t think she would be of much use.
“No Kim, thanks for the offer, but I want you to get to work on
your physical training immediately. With all of the body types you
can assume, you need to pick a few that are the most physically
lethal versus the attractive ones you usually pick. Sensei Kuiwin
will help you there. You also need to be working to increase your
range. Bree has agreed to be your test subject. I want you to
experiment with using your power to intentionally knock someone
out during the sex change. It will make your powers a more potent
offensive weapon if you can control that aspect.” Catching
Sabrina’s eyes she silently communicated that Bree was to work on
building Kim’s confidence as they had discussed.
Geri stood and walked over to where Olivia was standing. “I
guess that means it’s you and me this time. Do you think we’ll be
enough?”
“We’re going to have to be.” Olivia said in a very determined
voice.
They got their clothes and gear together for the trip. Olivia had
packed one bag with some special gear that she had acquired
through her new electronics expert. Her analysis stream was fully
occupied with creating and evaluating scenarios for how the
meeting with the expected mutant or mutants might go. . They
were in the air by ten that night.
They weren’t the only ones.
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PART B:
“We’ll be landing in Lafayette in just a moment Mrs. Braemar”
the pilot informed his only passenger in the twin engine Cessna.
“That’s Miss Braemar, and try to put a lot of ‘R’s in there. I have
a lot of Scottish relatives that insist on my retaining the burr.
Heather Braemar settled back from looking out the window. The
twenty-nine year old had spent much of the trip verbally sparring
with the young pilot, who didn’t seem to care that she was older
than he was. He was handsome and sweet and on another day she
might even have been interested, but there was too much on her
mind today.
“Not a problem Miss BraemarrrrrrrRRR” the pilot laughed. He
brought his small plane down through the light clouds and set it
down with a minimum of fuss at the smaller of the two local
airports. Taxing into his standard parking space he wondered
what business could bring such a classy lady to this burg. She
hadn’t been very forthcoming during the multi-jump hops, since
he’d picked her up in St. Paul. It was hard to argue with a
customer who paid cash up front though.
As he popped open the back of the plane to access her luggage he
tried to do the ‘shining white knight’ bit.
Seeing her two heavy bags he said “Can I carry those into the
terminal for you?”.
“You certainly look strong enough” Heather said touching the
pilots shoulder and letting her eyes trace his well defined muscles.
Stepping around the pilot she hoisted the two bags into one hand
and said “Don’t worry about it though, I’m stronger than I look”.
With a casual stride she walked off with the bags, leaving the
young pilot to stare after her rapidly retreating form in
consternation. She tossed the bags from hand to hand swinging
them as if they were full of cotton, instead of the hundreds of
pounds of equipment and supplies they actually contained.
She quickly picked up her rental car. With what she hoped were
totally foolproof fake I.D.’s, she effectively stopped being herself
and assumed one of her many mutant Underground covers. She
happily watched her young pilot’s plane taking off again even as
she pulled out of the parking lot. It wasn’t likely that he had
talked to any one locally about her. There shouldn’t be a way for
anyone to prepare nasty surprises for her visit.
Trying to find a radio station playing something she recognized
she had to laugh at herself. * All it takes is a single phone call and
a couple of clearance phrases defining the priority and her I am
rushing into the breach again. I must be crazy. Maybe that’s part
of what having the X-Factor does to you. Powers that set us apart
from the rest of humanity and values that are equally skewed. *
Heather was very comfortable with her own mutant abilities. It
hadn’t always been that way. She had known about her powers
and their possibly devastating affects since she was eight. Her first
spastic use of her power had inadvertently lead to the death of her
own mother. That catastrophic event and the intervention of a
certain Bald Genetics expert in her life had set her on the path she
now followed. According to Professor Xavier, she was an emotional
control and physical attribute siphon. One of the nice side affects
of her abilities was the strength move she’d performed at the
airport. By touching and sometimes just reaching out mentally to
those around her she could add their physical strength
cumulatively to hers. She could do the same thing with sight,
hearing, taste, sense of touch or sense of smell although there was
little call for it. It wasn’t’ much fun being able to smell odors no one
else could.
Professor Xavier had come into her life, when she was still a
child, because of her ability to siphon off others emotional controls.
She had gone to a rock concert with her mother.
A girl and her mom out for a good time.
It had been so much fun.
The lights, the sounds, the pounding music, had all added to the
carnival like atmosphere. Then in one terrifying second, Heather’s
hand had been ripped from her mothers and she had been whirled
away by the crowd. Screaming into the happy concert go-ers faces
she had become more and more panicked at her inability to find her
Momma.
Her powers choose that moment of desperate need to manifest for
the first time. She reached out to snatch and grab at the hands
and bodies of those around her, only to see normal people go
insane. Her power struck like a cobra. Whoever she touched had
every instinctual and learned control on their emotions suddenly
stripped from them. They lost control over all or some part of
themselves. Heather didn’t know it at the time but they would
have listened to her if she could have only calmed herself. Instead
they were creatures of ultimate rage, passion, love, peace,
happiness or sorrow. Some attacked their neighbors in anger.
Others pulled whole rows of people down in a crazed sexual need.
One man killed himself on the spot, he had became so sad. Like a
spreading stain around the spot she stood in, panic and eventually
a stampede of fear infected the crowd. Screams rose. People ran
and tripped and fell. Others were trampled and pummeled to the
ground. Escape was the only thing on anyone’s mind. The crowd
became a beast that devoured the weak within itself. Heather’s
mother was one of those crushed against a metal fence.
Charles had appeared at the police station from nowhere.
Somehow he’d convinced them to release her into his care. He had
told her what she was and immediately begun her training. He’d
made sure that the state didn’t get her. She ended up with her
Scottish Aunt and Uncle in Duluth. They had lavished all the love
they could on her. Charles had made sure she continued with her
training so that she was always confidant that she could choose
how and when her powers were activated. Money for school had
been there when she needed it. She studied long and hard,
determined to give something back. She might not be tops in her
class but she had impressed all of her instructors with her
determination to become a psychiatrist and help those with
emotional problems. Only last year, she had finally hung out her
shingle and begun what she considered her second career. Her first
career was as an agent of the Mutant Underground. Through a set
of secret drops and contacts she helped mutants that had a need, to
hide themselves in normal society.
That was why she was driving the backroads of Louisiana. She
was looking for a small town of less than three thousand
somewhere on the outskirts of Lafayette. Her briefing said only
that a deep cover mutant of unknown abilities had been living and
working in Soleil at a children’s daycare facility. Just days ago a
local story about a mutant attacking a small town in Louisiana had
made enough noise in the press that the Mutant Underground had
felt it necessary to get involved. All the details weren’t in but it
appeared that the women she was looking for had somehow killed
another mutant that had attacked the daycare center where she
worked. Heather wasn’t sure what the status of the woman might
be. Her recovery might be simple or simply impossible. She might
be in jail. She might be under suspicion. She might be in the
hands of a lynch mob.
If all of that wasn’t bad enough, there was also the chance that
Friends of Humanity (F.O.H.) or Operation Zero Tolerance (O.Z.T.)
operatives might be in the area. Either of the mutant hating
groups would be thrilled to get their hands on a hiding mutant.
Driving down Main street of Soleil she quickly saw that she was
going to have to make a quick extraction. Right in front of the
towns largest gathering spot, the local bar, was a FOH van,
complete with anti mutant bumper stickers. “Keep America Pure,
Register Mutants”, “Graydon Creed for Prez”, ”Stop the Mutant
Menace!” She pulled her car in beside theirs. It wouldn’t hurt to
find out what they knew and if possible she would try to neutralize
their threat. With a few creative lies she might get them to move
on, freeing her to find and convince her subject that it was time to
pull up stakes.
Heather walked into the bar through the sultry southern air. The
atmosphere was full of the odors of the nearby swamp, the sweet
tang of flower blossoms and the spicy scent of fish gumbo wafting
out of the restaurants next door. The three Anti-mutant grunts
had corralled the local sheriff and the owner up at the bar. There
wasn’t anyone else in the bar at the moment so her entrance
immediately attracted attention.
“Help you Miss?” the bar owner asked his Cajun accent restrained
but noticeable. The eyes of all five men studied her with hard looks
for a moment before dismissing her as unimportant.
“Sweet tea if you don’t mind” Heather replied after walking past
the group of men to a secluded table near the back of the room. She
settled herself at the table. After her sweating glass of tea was
delivered she seemed to become engrossed in her maps and some
historical landmark brochures that she laid out on the table before
her.
Back at the bar the hushed conversation resumed. None of them
were aware that Heather had added their hearing ability to her
own and could now clearly hear every word they said.
FOH Grunt #1 “So Sheriff how did you put the mutant vermin
down?”
Sheriff: “It was not easy Mon ami...I can assure you”.
Bartender: “Merde! Giscard, you know dat the bastard was dead
when you got dere. Someone or someting at dat school fought duh
terror and won. Twern’t you!”
FOH Grunt #2 “And you say this mutant was crazy. He was
trying to hurt the kiddies? Exactly what let you know it was a
mutant?”
Sheriff “Twas hard to miss. His hands and arms, they were like
a lizards, and slimy like week old catfish. That slime it twas like
some awful drug, Mon Deau! One touch and you were crazy and in
such awful pain. One of duh parents tried to tackle this bastarde
when he broke into duh school. Ole Charlamange DesMont. He’s
still screamin bout bein on fire and insects eaten his eyes and
such.”
FOH Grunt #3 “So what did kill the mutant piece of filth?”
Sheriff “One minute he’s slapping around duh young girl dat
work dere, and threatening to kill dem all. The next he went
Bezerk! Antoine Gagnon, one of the EMT’s who witnessed it, told
me he acted like his own powers backfired on him. He ripped
hisself tuh pieces trying to get dat damn jelly off hisself. He finally
started flopping around on the floor and when we got there he was
dead. Doc says his heart burst and most of his brain, it twas fried.”
FOH Grunt #1 “That doesn’t make sense. Mutants are immune
to their own perverted powers. I’ve never heard otherwise.”
FOH Grunt #2 “So maybe something or someone else there did
this too him.”
FOH Grunt #3 “Maybe we still got us a mutant to hunt?”
Bartender: “We gotta find‘em then! No one gonna be safe in the
township, long as one of those sick mutie bastards is around. They
could infect all of us with that damn mutie disease!”
FOH Grunt #2 “Right. Let’s assume it wasn’t one of the kids for
a moment. How many adults were present before you arrived
Sheriff?”
Sheriff “Well Mrs. Montagne, she runs duh daycare, she’s fifty-
five or so. Mrs. Sarah Olivier is her daughter-in-law. She’s about
thirty-two. I’ve know dem both since I was a kid. Duh only other
assistant is Miss Fox, she is ‘bout twenty-two. She’s a cute little
thing. Quiet as a mouse. She moved here to Soleil bout two years
gone bye. Ole Charlamange’s in duh hospital, so I doubt it twas
him. Antoine is a local too. He’s run our ambulance service for six
years. He even went up to Lafayette to take dat training dere.”
Heather adjusted the papers before her and took one more sip of
her iced tea. She was relatively sure that she knew where this
conversation was heading. She didn’t think she had much time
before, even these Bozo’s narrowed down the field. Like
bloodhounds they would then track down and kill their quarry if
they could get their hands on it. She had to make sure that didn’t
happen. They might just want to expose the mutant and ruin
them. More likely though, they would want to mete out their own
justice against the ‘genetically impure’.
FOH Grunt #1 “This girl, Fox, what do you really know about
her?”
* Damn! * Heather thought, * you can’t even trust moron F.O.H.
members not to put two and two together anymore! *.
Bartender: “Hmmm Glenda Fox??....you know??.... She keeps to
herself an awful lot. Secretive like. Maybe dat little swamp witch
got someting to hide Neah! Maybe she some kinda mutie and she
come here to work with our petites! She wants to spread her
sickness to our little ones. You gotta stop her!”
“FOH Grunt #3 “Damn straight! You give us directions and
leave the rest to us.”
FOH Grunt #1 “We’ll have a little talk with Miss Fox, and if we
don’t like the answers we get..... Well lets just say that, she’ll wish
she’d never come here to bother you good people by the time we’re
done with her. If it turns out that she is a Mutie we may have to
take some drastic.....”
Heather stood and quickly walked over to the corner where the
scummy little lynching party was forming. She quickly touched the
bartender and sheriff, absorbing their strength. She also used the
more devastating aspect of her powers to absorb their emotional
and logical controls. The F.O.H. members glared at her
suspiciously. She didn’t give them time to react.
“Sheriff go and lock all the doors” she ordered. The overweight
man looked at her for a moment in confusion. He tried to make up
his mind about what to do, but the normal rules and reasoning
logic that he depended on to help him decide things were gone.
Heather had them. He couldn’t decide anything. He didn’t know
what to do or think! All that he had left was an instinctual feeling
that whatever Heather said was ‘RIGHT’. He didn’t have anything
else to go by so he had to trust that feeling. Had to act on it. He
went to lock all the doors.
“What the fuck!” the largest of the F.O.H. members exclaimed.
He knew something was going on. He launched himself at the
strange woman. Grabbing the front of her blouse in one meaty paw
he raised the other ready to strike her down. His two companions
were immediately at his side.
Like a queen blessing her subjects, Heather reached out and
gently touched the wrist, arm and shoulder of the three men. Her
strength, skin tensile resistance, and bone mass were now that of
all five of the men added to her own. She could have snapped any
of them in half with her bare hands. As the fist of her attacker shot
forward, she easily caught it and nearly crushed his fingers with
her lightest grip. Even as the man fell to his knees howling in
pain, Heather was moving to complete her plan to keep these five
off her back until she had retrieved Glenda and removed her to
somewhere safe. Her hand lashed out like a lightning bolt and
quickly stung each of the men.
She wanted to puke!
Absorbing their logical controls was like taking a dip in their
personalities. Her gorge was barely contained as she took in these
bastards sick psychic brakes. They lost the ability to make
decisions and she assumed it for them! Hours from now it would
wear off, but until then, they were hers to command.
This was the most dangerous and possibly addictive aspect of her
powers. Her subjects were unable to judge right and wrong, good
and bad and didn’t trust their normal beliefs, memories, or
experience. Her power caused them to lose confidence in their own
judgment and accept whatever she told them as the truth. Ego was
almost totally suppressed. They felt an instinctive bond to her as
the only person that could help them decide anything.
A victim told to ‘kill their mother’, would do it, without question,
unable to decide for themselves and understand why they
shouldn’t. They would act on their instinct of trust in Heather to
decide correctly for them. By removing only particular emotive
controls she could also instill beserker rages, obsessive lusts, manic
depressions, manias and other emotional states where the victim
has no control over their emotional response to stimulus.
The room darkened as the Sheriff locked the last door into the
room and closed the shutters on the windows. He rushed back to
Heather to find out what he was supposed to do next.
Addressing the five docile men with the befuddled looks on their
faces; Heather couldn’t resist the urge to make them pay for their
bigoted cruelty and possibly murderous plans.
“KNEEL!” she commanded.
All five men’s knees hit the floor as one.
Walking down the line of their crouched bodies she took each of
their heads into her hands and leeched off one particular emotive
control. Almost immediately the air was filled with their groans of
animal lust and need.
She had taken away their controls of their desire for pleasure. No
restrictions now existed. She controlled their ability to think and
she had taken away their ability to control the emotions that
caused a being to seek gratification.
“Listen to me boys, and listen well!” her voice thundered with
command to each of them. The writhed in their agony of need as
they waited for Heather to tell them what they should do. Making
up their own minds was not even an option. Already they were
unbuttoning and unzipping their clothes. Instinctually they knew
they needed to get naked to better pursue physical pleasure.
“STAY!” Heather commanded as she took a seat. She worked to
readjust the blouse that had been so rudely manhandled. “You
think you know what you want don’t you? Let me tell you that I’m
not on your menu. You might think, it would feel Goooooood!” she
drew out the word and let her tongue lick sensuously at her full
lips, “Feel really good to have hot wet jungle sex with me.” The
assembled men growled in animalistic hunger from their need and
her teasing. “Let me tell you what you really want though! Big
tough he-men like you. Ready to beat a young girl to death because
she has an ability she didn’t ask for. I know what you really want.
What will give you incredible pleasure and fulfill your wildest
fantasies!” Leaning forward like Mother goose telling a favorite
nursery rhyme to little children she laid out what they would do
and how.
They believed her. They didn’t have any choice.
She stayed around just long enough to make sure they were well
and truly started before she left. With key in hand from the
bartenders pants she quickly exited the bar and then locked the
door again from the outside.
The sounds from inside were totally muffled. She couldn’t see,
but could easily picture the scene inside. The five men nude and
trembling with desire were enjoying a wonderful orgy of gay
lovemaking. Loving kisses were being exchanged. Lips and
tongues were happily exploring the anatomies of their male
counterparts. Fists, mouths and anal passages were being put to
interesting new uses to milk, suck and stroke other’s male organs to
glorious eruptions. Sperm and sweat would soon be coating
unaccustomed surfaces. She had left the sheriff and one of his new
F.O.H. lovers noisily sucking each others pricks in uninhibited
abandon.
With a wry grin she imagined that the Friends of Humanity boys
would have a hard time writing this one up for their next Cell
meeting. She could just imagine the questions. “So Bob... How
many times did old Jimmy here shove his prick up your ass? And
you say some little lady forced you to do this? Forced you to suck
cocks and spread your cheeks till you passed out from exhaustion?
Couldn’t fight it huh?! Or didn’t you want to fight it?”.
* Put a wiggle on it girl * she admonished herself. * You don’t
have all day and there may be more bears in the woods. *
The sheriff, in a last moment of lucidity, had given her detailed
directions to the young daycare workers home. She drove towards
the far edges of town hoping she would be the first to reach Miss
Fox. With any luck at all the girl would be home and would agree
to come with her.
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PART C:
Meanwhile on the other side of town::::
Liv nibbled at the cookie in her hand and then took a sip of tea
before laying the fine porcelain cup down on what looked like a
handmade lace doily with Elvis Presley’s swiveling hips painted
onto it. She wasn’t comfortable. She could feel Geri’s presence
behind her. She was sure that there was a smirk of humor on the
pretty black haired girl’s face at the situation Liv found herself in.
Olivia had been interviewing and ‘Convincing’ people to talk to
her most of the morning. Her analysis said that there was a
89.234% probability that the mutant who had attacked the
children’s Daycare Center, had himself been attacked and killed by
another mutant. She wanted that mutant! Other sources on her
computer network said that the Mutant Underground had already
dispatched an agent to deal with the situation. Chances again were
high that the agent would also be a mutant. Considering the
delicacy of the situation, it was possible the agent might even be
Alpha class!
The information she had collected led her to the Olivier house.
She had been pleased to discover that Mrs. Montagne, the owner
and operator of the Daycare center, lived with her son and his wife.
The wife also worked at the center. She was a witness and possibly
the mutant Liv was looking for. Liv with Geri just steps behind her
had greeted Mrs. Olivier at the door of her home. She had used her
powers to ‘Convince’ her way into the house. Sarah had quickly
succumbed to her hypnotic suggestions. She had walked her into
the living room and introduced her to her mother-in-law and
husband. Before Liv could object, tea and cookies were being
served. Geri in her black jeans, cowboy boats, great coat, Stetson
and gloves had hung back and let Liv do all the talking.
The living room was nearly a shrine to Elvis and country music.
Pictures of Mr. Presley at different times of his life hung or sat on
nearly every available surface. Sitting in the center of this 50’s,
60’s, and 70’s revival was the family matriarch, Mrs. Montagne.
Olivia really leaned on her power. She wanted these people
helping her as quickly as possible. Mr. Elvis P. Olivier fell easily.
He and his wife seemed to crouch timidly behind Mrs. Montagne as
if they were used to her taking the lead and making all their
decisions. Mrs. Montagne wasn’t as easy to crack. Liv found
herself repeating and building more and more complex arguments
trying to ‘convince’ the woman. She had an incredibly strong will
and some truly bizarre beliefs. It was took a full fifteen minutes of
Liv working at maximum push to bring the woman into line.
Finally the elderly lady’s eyes glazed over and she smiled an ugly
little smile of surrender to Olivia’s stronger will. She had been
convinced, like her children to totally trust and wish to help Olivia.
Liv wanted to know the secret of what had happened out at the
Daycare center. She began to interrogate the older woman:
“Mrs. Montagne, tell me all about yourself and what happened at
the Daycare center the day the mutant man attacked.” Liv said
taking another sip of her tea. She hoped the old bird would talk
herself out and reveal what they needed to know. Her throat was a
bit sore from working so hard to convince. She didn’t want to have
to talk much herself for a bit.
“Everything or just the secrets.” the old woman asked with a
smile. She indicated with her body language and a wink that she
had plenty of secrets.
Cautiously, not knowing where this might lead, Olivia said “Lets
hear the secrets first.”.
“My name is Annabelle Montagne. I was born and raised in
Nashville Tennessee. I lost my virginity to one of Elvis’s Side men
in the Jungle Room, when I was sixteen. Elvis was a god to me. I
got pregnant. My parents threw me out. I ran away and ended up
here in Soleil. I married my worthless husband and bore him this
bastard here” she said indicating her son. “The dumb Cajun died
on me and left me all alone, with nothing but his Army pension and
some property. We were dirt poor and on the dole. I didn’t ignore
my responsibilities like some women would. I raised my little boy
right. He was all I had left of my youth, and of my time near the
King.
Without a care for what she was revealing, Annabelle continued.
“Little Elvis always slept with me. We got ta fucking when he was
still too young to know if’n it was right or wrong. Didn’t grow up
with a lot of backbone, but he leaned to do as he was told. My little
boy does everything his Momma tells him to. He loves his Momma!
Ain’t that right boy?”
“Yes Momma. I love you! I do whatever you say.” the middle
aged man simpered.
“When the time came, I picked him a wife” Annabelle reached
back and pulled Sarah up to her side. Her hands roamed up under
Sarah’s skirt and over her daughter-in-law’s ass stroking and
intimately pinching her. Sarah with a look of a beaten dog, just
stood and took the treatment. “This little bitch is so submissive... a
rabbit has got more nerve. They both keep their Momma satisfied
though and now I’m bringing their kids into the family. Little Elvis
Jr. has got a mighty fine little dick on him. Sarah don’t like it
none, but JR just loves the blow jobs she has been given him every
night with my encouragement. He’ll be ready for some real hump’n
any day now. Little Lisa Marie is coming along just fine. She don’t
even mind no more when Daddy and Grammy gets in bed with her
and plays kissy games. She’s starting to like it. I know how to
bring a girl along. Sometimes you use sugar. I don’t spare the rod
on none of them though. Lord knows that if you spare the rod you
will spoil the child. They’ve all learned that if they don’t do what
Momma says than Momma punishes them. I kinda like the way
my family has turned out.”.
“What does this have to do with the mutant attack?” Liv asked in
amazed confusion at the perversity hidden under the thin layer of
normalcy in this house straight out of the twilight zone.
“Damn mutie was some kinda traveling Pastor. He always wore
heavy clothes and gloves to hide those lizard arms. Somehow he
get wind of our little family arrangement. He thought that meant I
was sexually abusing the kids at the Center.”.
“Were you?” Geri asked from the door. Her voice had a low angry
menace to it. She wasn’t happy with this _family_. People that
hurt children, others, or their own were scum in her book.
Annabelle’s admitted incestuous relationship with her son,
daughter-in-law and grandchildren already had Geri’s blood nearly
boiling.
Annabelle’s face took on a hurt and semi-disgusted look as if the
question wasn’t even worth considering. “Course Not! I’m a good
Christian. They ain’t family and besides it might mess with the
bidness and I don’t hanker to get tarred and feathered if some local
brat squealed on me.” With a nasty look she sneered at her son and
his wife. I got what I want and I make sure that it stays nice and
private.”. Thanks to Liv’s hypnotic convincing the woman ignored
the fact that she was spilling the beans on all of her previously
hidden depravities.
“Anyway he shows up to the Center. Yelling about damnation
this and the Lord was going to stop that..... He really worked
himself up I’ll tell you that. Scared the piss out of the kids. Sarah
and Glenda were just cowering. Then the mutie rolled up his
sleeves and showed those damn slimy lizard arms of his off saying
it was some Stigma of God or some such horse shit. That’s when
Ole Charlamagne tackled him and got the goo on hisself. That
fuck’n shit most be terrible, cause Ole Charlamagne screamed like
a stuck pig and I’ve seen that boy snake bit and not even say boo!”
Spittle nearly flew from the old ladies mouth as she got into the
retelling of the story.
“Then he went for one of the kids! Musta thought he was going to
carry them off and save em from the bad people. Hyuh Hyuh!” she
laughed derisively. “Then itty bitty Glenda, Glenda Fox, jumped at
him. Looked like a mouse attacking a dragon. He swatted her
right out of the air. She hit the wall real hard but she didn’t even
seem to care. It was like she didn’t feel it. Then she just stared at
him kinda hateful like and that’s when he really went Zerky. I
didn’t tell the sheriff none of this yuh unnerstan. Not my business
if Glenda’s one of those wierdo mutie sickos. Maybe she’s just got
some powerful mojo. I tell you this though. She’s the one that did
him. She killed him right proper. Tore his own self to pieces. She
made the goo hurt him someway. Don’t know how, but it was her.
I was there. I know!”
Olivia had heard enough. “Where can I find Miss Fox?” she
asked. The three were happy to tell her everything they could
about the young black girl who lived on the edge of town.
“All right, all of you be quiet for a moment. I need to speak with
my friend.” Liv said to get the babbling group to shut up.
Walking back to Geri she kept her back to the threesome and
spoke in a hushed voice. “So now what do we do with them?” she
asked the older girl. Her analysis powers kicked in even as she was
asking the question and she wasn’t happy with the answer she got.
“Well... we could just burn the place down around their ears and
improve the average IQ in this parish by fifty points.” Geri said
with a sad shake of her head.
“Yes we could!” Liv replied with a deadly serious voice. She
stared into Geri’s eyes without a blink or a flicker of sympathy to
emphasis her seriousness.
“No you can’t Liv! I was just kidding. We aren’t assassins or
murderers and were not the law. We can’t solve this mess. You not
God and neither am I. Try not to forget that!” Geri’s face was a
study in conflict. She hated being powerless to stop the horror that
was this dysfunctional family. She also feared what Liv might do
or convince her to do.
“No.... No I’m not God and you ‘Godbolt’ are not God, but I can’t
leave things this way. ‘Momma’ needs to move back to Tennessee.
Elvis, Sarah and the kids need a chance to heal and maybe get
some help. I’ll get to work on convincing them. You go get the
maps so we can find this girl as soon as we leave here. My powers
just kicked me a few minutes ago and said that the rental car we
saw driving out of town on the way over here has a high probability
of being our Mutant Underground agent.
Fifteen minutes later they were driving away. Liv didn’t think it
was important to mention to Geri that Mrs. Montagne was going to
move away immediately. Mrs. Montagne would forget to take the
blood pressure medicine that had kept her alive for the last five
years. She had already forgotten that she had a family at all. All
she cared about was seeing Graceland one more time before she
died. Liv figured she might even make it to the gates before her
convinced mind shut down her shriveled old heart. Liv had helped
to convince her that was where she wanted to die, so she would.
This little bit of convincing had been a lot harder on Liv than she
liked to admit. She had looked into a mirror at a manipulator as
cold and ruthless as herself and she hadn’t liked what she had
seen. Her analysis powers kicked in though and told her with
numbers and statistics that she could live with, that she had done
the right thing. If some of the numbers seemed to suggest that she
was a cold hearted bitch who would sacrifice anything and anyone
to achieve her goals, then so be it.
It was time to go find Miss Fox.
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Part D:
* The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want * Heather thought to
herself. * I could really use a break though!!! *
This whole assignment had turned into a glorious little ‘Cluster
Fuck’ as her uncle the ex Master Sergeant was apt to say.
Looking into the flashing black eyes of the young girl she had
been sent to _save_, she hoped she would get out of this alive. The
Mutant Underground never claimed to be S.H.I.E.L.D. but it wasn’t
a rinky dink no talent operation either. Someone, somewhere
would get reamed if Heather had her way, for leaving out a few
essential details before sending her on this mission.
For one thing they should have mentioned that the client in
question appeared to be obsessively afraid of contact with
MUTANTS!, and could sense when one neared her.
For another thing it might have been nice to have known her
mutant power. Heather was looking at the results of that power
now. She wished her Scottish Grannies greatest curse on whoever
had thought it unnecessary to brief her about it.
She had been a bit lost wondering the unmarked wood roads
before she finally sighted Glenda’s old shack. Everything had been
almost normal for about two minutes. The young girl, had for
reasons Heather had misinterpreted as fear of strangers, been very
reluctant to even talk to her. She had stood behind her torn screen
door tugging at her plain cotton dress as much as begging Heather
to leave her alone.
Heather had just started to explain about the F.O.H. members
and the possibility of other agencies tracking her down when all
hell broke loose.
One minute Glenda appeared to be a normal 22 year black girl
with tired eyes and fear written in every motion of her body. The
moment after, she became Heather’s worst nightmare.
A nimbus of blue green power had seemed to instantaneously
form around Glenda’s entire body, visible to Heather’s heightened
senses. At the same time, Glenda’s eyes began to glow with deadly
menace. Heather reached out with her own power thinking to
drain more strength from Glenda to replace the fading strength of
the five men from town. It was like trying to touch a charged
electrical fence. Heather’s mental fingers burned painfully from
where she had tried to touch the other young woman. She cried out
in agony and fell back a step from the porch. From nowhere the
girl had suddenly developed a perfect defense to Heather’s mutant
ability.
The mouse became a lion. The screen door slammed open as Miss
Fox charged out to confront the older woman on her doorstep. She
couldn’t believe this was happening again. * Wasn’t it bad enough
that she had been forced to kill a man to protect the babies at the
Center?? *
She babbled in her anger, “You’re a mutant! Why are you here?
They promised they would stay away!! You stay away from me! I
don’t want these damn powers. Every time I come near a mutant I
get powers! I wish to God I didn’t. Don’t you see! This is your
fault! You should have stayed away! Don’t you understand that I
can hurt you now. You must have some kind of mental powers,
cause I can feel that I’ve got shields that no one could penetrate. I
can feel the other part too; you must be susceptible to distance
weapons. I always know what my new powers are and how to use
them to best destroy whoever gave them to me. My eyes could blast
you to atoms right now. All I have to do is look at you the wrong
way and you’d be dead.
That’s where Heather had found herself praying to God for a little
deliverance. What she got instead was another young girl with salt
and pepper hair and an attitude.
Liv had sat back in the brush watching Heather make her
approach to the shack. With binoculars and a special directional
mike she had brought along, she had watched and heard the whole
initial meeting between the Braemar woman and Glenda. Seeing
her prey, she had almost rushed in to make her pitch before the
Mutant Underground woman could whisk Miss Fox away. Her
analysis power had held her back though. There were just too
many unknowns. What were Miss Fox’s mutant powers? What
were the older Miss Braemar’s powers? What would be the best
way to achieve her goal of recruiting them both?
When Glenda’s powers had kicked in Olivia was just as shocked
as the M.U. agent, by the lethalness of this young woman’s
abilities. Her powers made her a nearly perfect weapon against
any other mutant. Unfortunately she would be helpless against a
human threat if she wasn’t in the company of a mutant. It had
only taken a few minutes for Glenda to somehow analyze the
mutant powers of the woman before her and assume two mutant
capabilities herself. One power to act as defense and a second to
make her a deadly weapon tuned to any weakness in the person
she faced.
Olivia went into a full analysis mode. She wanted this very
powerful young woman on her team!
Only seconds later she began to speak into the remote headset
she was wearing. She outlined her plan to Godbolt and told her to
wait and observe. Chances were good, within 72.9492%, that she
could handle this on her own. It was going to be a close thing
though and Geri was to act as her backup in case things went
wrong.
With a ‘Click’ she turned off her headset. If she needed to use her
powers she didn’t want them influencing Geri. Parting the bushes
she ran up to the porch before the confrontation developing there
could get any worse. She had to act fast, if her plan was to work.
The possibility existed that Glenda was already reacting to her
presence.
“Hello Miss Fox,.... Miss Braemar, my name is Olivia Yuan and I
represent a small group of young mutants. I don’t think we have
much time here so I would appreciate it if you would hear me out. “.
Olivia ignored the startled looks in both the women’s eyes at her
abrupt arrival and hurried speech. She was concentrating too hard
to care if they were upset. She pressed her mental and hypnotic
powers to their limits. Her voice became a blur of words and
arguments. She had to convince at least Glenda to do what she
asked before it was too late. For nearly eighty seconds she
pummeled both women with her words and their hypnotic affect.
Olivia continued her hurried hypnotic assault, “I would really
appreciate it and I think you can both see why it would be perfectly
reasonable for us all to go for a walk and talk about this. You can
trust me......” Liv mind searched for any clues in the reactions of the
two women that could help her. She was glad to see them both
nodding along to her words but she hoped that she could get in a
few more words.
Glenda had known that Olivia was also a mutant as soon as she’d
come within a few feet of her. She had been ready to verbally blast
this second intruder as she had the first when the wall of words
coming from the young woman’s mouth had seemed to grip her
mind. She stood helplessly as she found herself agreeing with the
words, this Yuan person was saying. She wanted to trust and do
what, she said. She felt convinced that a walk in the fields might
help them come to some arrangement. She found herself ready to
believe that Olivia was her best friend and she should do whatever
Olivia suggested. Then her power kicked in again.
Glenda didn’t like her powers, but that didn’t mean she didn’t
understand them. Every time she came in contact with some new
mutant she gained one defensive and one offensive power that
allowed her to top or overcome the powers of the person her power
had reacted to. The crocodile man with the toxic drugs on his arms
had been her first contact with a mutant in almost three years.
Within moments of his arrival her body had hardened into an
invulnerable shell. His goo couldn’t affect her and his punch had
caused her no pain. When he had tried to snatch up little Zuzu,
she had reacted in anger. The offensive part of her power was the
ability to control human metabolic reactions. She had only had to
concentrate a bit to change the man’s own metabolism so that he
was no longer immune to the effects of his drug bearing arms.
After that she could only watch in horror as he died, a victim of his
own powers and her anger.
Now she reacted to Olivia. The air around her began to vibrate
and Olivia’s words quickly took on a tinny sound. Somehow Glenda
knew that she was projecting a vibratory field around herself that
distorted sound and would also cause nausea and confusion in
those nearby. Obviously Olivia’s powers were based on her ability
to be heard and possibly to think. On the more offensive side
Glenda could feel her body morphing into a much stronger and
deadly form. Olivia would be totally helpless before the diamond
hard claws that her fingernails had become and her sudden tiger
like strength and quickness. In addition she still had the mental
shielding and eyebeams she had assumed in response to the
Mutant Underground Agent.
Olivia stopped talking as soon as she felt the wave of nausea hit
her, and the sound of her words lose their hypnotic quality. *
Youch!! That was faster than I expected. I hope she can’t throw off
the effects of what I accomplished before she developed this sonic
shield. * She didn’t miss the sudden appearance of hard muscle,
claws and extended fangs on the young woman either. Even
without a tail or fur she could almost feel that Glenda was now a
deadly physical threat to her. Agitated and balanced precariously
on the cusp of doing a great deal of violence, Glenda looked back
and forth between the women.
“I don’t know if we were properly introduced” Heather finally
piped up, to Olivia. Glenda’s eyes whipped towards her and a low
growl escaped the black girls mouth. Heather continued as if this
was something she did everyday. She too was feeling the affects of
the vibratory field. It was difficult to think, but she still wanted to
recover this situation. She worried briefly about the handfree
phone setup on Miss Yuan’s head. Such things usually implied
others were listening or involved. Her mind was too off balanced by
the nausea to let her make the correct analysis though. “My name
is Heather Braemar.” she said lightly taking and shaking the Yuan
woman’s hand. She knew that she had been affected by the words
that Olivia had been spouting before Glenda’s powers had shut her
down. She couldn’t help herself. She trusted Olivia and she
thought that they needed to get away from the house and go for a
walk to discuss things. It was shocking, but the girl must be an
unknown mutant of Beta Class or better. A verbal mind controller
of some sort. Heather was glad that her powers would still work on
Olivia. It reassured Heather, that as long as they stayed near
Glenda, Olivia should be powerless.
“How about we take that walk, I mentioned?” Olivia suggested.
She looked into the eyes of Glenda and tried unsuccessfully to
judge if the young girl was still ‘convinced’.
“We’ll go and we’ll talk” Glenda’s voice was deep and full of
menace. “Someone had better start making some sense out of this
mess. None of this was supposed to happen.” she said in an
aggrieved tone of voice.
With Glenda in the middle the three women walked behind the
shack. Liv tried getting a little further away from Glenda to lessen
the affect on her mind but it didn’t seem to improve noticeably. She
couldn’t get anything but the most rudimentary analysis from her
power. It still might be necessary to go to her backup plan. Down a
short trail they came to some fields that had just been turned. The
smell of rich moist soil and earthy loam filled the air.
Olivia semi-directed the group out into the middle of the field.
Taking a deep breath of the fresh clean air she said, “It’s nice to be
able to breath such sweet clean air.”
“Someone start talking!” Glenda demanded.
Heather and Olivia’s eyes met. With a nod Olivia gave the floor
to Heather. She could use the break and any information she
gained from Heather’s words might help her limited analysis
abilities.
Turning to face Glenda’s malevolent glare, Heather made her
case. She apologized to the young girl for the fact that she had
scared her. She explained that a mix-up within the Mutant
Underground had lead to the mistake of a mutant being sent to
help her. Softly and slowly she made her case for why Glenda was
going to have to leave Soleil and assume a new identity elsewhere
with the help of the M.U.
Olivia was happy to see that the young black woman wasn’t
totally pleased with Heather’s words. Unlike Olivia, Glenda had no
suddenly intrinsic feeling of trust for Heather.
When Heather had finished her appeal she gestured to Olivia to
take her turn. She worried that the intense young mutant girl
would somehow convince Glenda to go with her. She felt Olivia
was trustworthy but she doubted that her only concern was
Glenda’s well-being.
Olivia took the floor. For a moment she considered using her
power. She let a few words escape with their hypnotic impact
intact before stopping. The nausea she felt had almost doubled.
Instead she made her standard pitch. She explained about herself
and the other girls in the group. She laid out her hopes for the
group. How they could defend and protect themselves from the
threats of an ever increasing mutant hysteria and backlash. She
even bragged a bit about the teams financial resources and open
friendly environment. She could tell it was a shock to Heather
when she included the older woman in her invitation to join the
group.
“I don’t know exactly what your mutant abilities are but I do
know that you would be welcome.” Olivia didn’t mention that her
analysis before this trip even began had presented her with the
possibility that Heather was a mutant mentioned in a secret report
stolen from the famous, Charles Xavier, during a government raid
of a Westchester NY. mansion. If she was that mutant, and
analysis had said that probability approached 87.939432%, then
she was a physical attribute, and emotional control siphon. Olivia
wasn’t sure what exactly that meant but it sure sounded
impressive.
Heather didn’t like the way that Glenda had been carefully
listening to and seemingly agreeing with Olivia’s words. It was
hard, even for her, not to trust everything that Olivia said. She
had doubts though. A team of unknown mutants brought together
by a mutant with the power to control the minds of others.
Something about that just didn’t sound right. Even with her
feelings of trust towards Olivia, it was hard not to harbor
suspicions. A girl that could control others thoughts might use that
power to influence the decisions of the people she wanted to join
her group. * In fact she may have already used that power on me!
*. The thought panicked Heather a bit.
Reaching out with her power towards Olivia, Heather felt for and
touched one of the controls she often manipulated with her
patients. It was the whole emotional and logical tag that made
people believe it was okay to lie to achieve their ends. With a
mental yank Heather removed that control from Olivia. Any fear
Olivia might have felt for speaking what was really on her mind
evaporated. In mid-sentence the content of her words changed.
“We currently live in the Boston area. I’ve hired some
professional’s to help make the girls on the team better able to
defend themselves. Actually I didn’t hire them so much as I used
my powers to make them my willing slaves. Bree and I worked
them over until they agreed to do whatever I told them to. I have
most of the girls eating out of my hand now. Even Bree isn’t as
immune as she likes to think............!!!!!!” Olivia’s eyes flew wide,
matching the stunned look on both Glenda’s and Heather’s faces at
the truthful and damaging words. She could barely restrain herself
from telling them all of her plans!
Looking at Heather with accusing eyes, Olivia snapped a hand to
the mike near her mouth. She turned it on and spoke into her
headset, “Plan Omega! Execute!”. She steeled herself but
screamed in agony anyway as Godbolt executed her plan.
From nearly a half mile above their heads, Godbolt aimed her
black hand at the trio in the center of the field. She fired off
repeated bolts or negative energy until all three women were nearly
unconscious from the pain. Ducking her body into a dive she
quickly tore downward to Olivia’s side. Her blue-gray camouflage
gear made her stand out against the dark soil but had totally
hidden her against the Louisiana sky. She worked quickly.
Pulling headsets out of her backpack she affixed them to the other
two women’s heads. She made sure that the ear pieces were in
place. Snatching up Olivia’s still pain wracked body in a sheet that
matched her camoed suit, Geri rose off the ground. Leaping back
into the air she and Liv were hidden against the clouds in less than
fifty seconds, from the time she had first touched down.
In a husky voice laced with pain, Olivia managed to gasp the
word “Positiiiiivvvve!!” into the shoulder of the woman holding her.
Geri was a bit flustered and apologetic that she had forgotten
this. Pressing her golden hand to Liv’s body she gave her a
microburst of positive energy.
Liv’s features immediately softened and relaxed as the feeling of
golden warmth and pleasure suffused her body. Looking towards
the two women still on the ground far below she said, “Now, as we
discussed, pleasure pulse the hell out of those two!!!”.
“If you say so Liv. Are you sure there isn’t some other way?” Geri
didn’t like the idea of helping to mind control these two women
unless it was absolutely necessary. She hadn’t been able to hear
Liv’s words on the ground and wasn’t sure that Liv wasn’t
overreacting.
Olivia was tired of being questioned. “SON OF ZEUS”, she said
directly into Geri’s ear.
“Whatever you say Olivia.”. Geri said in a more obedient and
supportive tone. She immediately began to fire measured pulses of
her positive energy at the curled figures on the ground. She had
totally forgotten her objections. Whatever Liv wanted was right!
Liv didn’t need to explain things to her. After all Liv was their
leader. If she wanted to do things this way than Geri was only
pleased that Liv was allowing her to help. Circling the field at good
altitude she held Liv’s body against her. She felt awash in warm
loving feelings of happiness. She hoped that she and Liv would
have enough time in the hotel room later for another slow session of
love making. She had happy memories of the time they had
enjoyed last night. She didn’t even question why she had forgotten
the entire episode till now.
On the ground, things for Heather and Glenda were very
confused.
First there had been the all encompassing pain. Heather had
fallen to the ground in a ball. It felt as if her body was suddenly
rotting away. Pain like fire raced along her nerves and exploded
into her brain. A miasma of blackness seemed to overtake her
burying her in agony without letup or relief. Glenda with all her
mental and sonic shielding was hit just as badly. She wanted to
die. She wanted to destroy her own mind and somehow stop the
incredible torment. All she could do was curl into fetal form in the
moist dirt and whimper in chorus with the gasps and cries of
Heather.
When the pain stopped and the pleasurable feelings began it was
like being reborn. Within seconds it became impossible to even
remember what the torturous feelings had been like. The new
feelings made it hard to think, hard to breath, hard to do anything
but relax into the pounding waves of goodness. Heather wanted to
move, to act, to somehow quantify what was happening to her.
Were the feelings sensuous, voluptuous, indulgent, joyous,
delightful? Was there a word for how she felt? Everything lost its
meaning. Nothing mattered but getting more of what she was
getting. Glenda was in the same situation. She feared these
incredible feelings, this pleasure that seemed never ending. She
also feared that she might somehow make them stop.
Neither woman noticed after five minutes of this pleasure that
Glenda’s sonic shield, feral strength and animalistic attributes had
faded away. When the words appeared in their ears coaxing and
wheedling them, they both accepted them without hesitancy or
reserve. Everything was part of the pleasure and the pleasure was
GOOD. It never even crossed either of the women’s minds to
remove the speakers from their ears. Absorbing and relating to the
pulses of pleasure that washed over them was all they could
consciously attempt.
Olivia’s words poured into the helpless women’s minds. She
worked on both of them to ‘convince’ them to see things the way she
wanted them to. Eventually she had Geri space her bolts of
pleasure farther and farther apart. When she thought it was safe
she directed Godbolt to land her on the ground. Her analysis
powers were working overtime on both of the women. First Glenda
and then Heather had been convinced to trust and instinctively
desire to obey her. She had them both detail what they knew about
their powers. She processed every detail and word they spoke. She
planned and calculated how best to bring them under her power.
At her direction they each took turns telling her any fact they
thought might be relevant to Liv in her attempt to mold them. She
learned their secrets, their beliefs, their desires and everything
they placed value on. Once she had that information she used it
against them.
Glenda would have to learn to control her power or she would
always be a danger to Liv. She would also need to be convinced to
never wish to harm Liv or her agents.
“Glenda listen carefully to me.” Liv said from were she sat at the
distant edge of the field. “You CAN control the activation and use
of your powers. You have incorrectly assumed that this was beyond
your ability. Listen to me and believe. You can control your
powers. You want to control them. You want to join my team of
mutants. It will make you happy to pick and choose from the many
powers you will have available to you from living with so many
mutants. You remember now, that you no longer fear mutants. In
fact you desire nothing more than the chance to live and work with
Bree and I to help all of the members of my team.” Olivia kept at it
for over twenty minutes. By the time she finished with the tiny
black girl, Glenda was not only convinced she could and should
control her powers, but she also demonstrated with Heather that
she could make her powers come and go at her command. This had
been mostly a matter of making the timid girl believe in herself. At
Liv’s instruction Glenda would find it nearly impossible to have a
negative attitude towards Liv or the other team members, much
less hurt them intentionally or unintentionally with her mutant
abilities.
Heather presented some unique problems. Olivia feared at first
that the intelligent older woman would present a stronger fight
against her hypnotic arguments. Liv analyzed and then used
Heather’s intelligence against her. She had Heather detail what
arguments would best be used to convince her to join the team.
Heather gave her the ammunition she needed. With her voice and
analytic abilities she pounded away at the woman convincing her of
item after item. With binoculars she watched and gauged
Heather’s reactions. Godbolt brought her a drink and she took a
cooling swallow.
The women in the field never got a rest. Olivia’s voice was always
there in their ears and minds. Eventually it became useless to even
resist. Resistance was only met by another deluge of words that
eventually convinced anyway. When Olivia first suggested to
Heather that she was bisexual, possibly gay, Heather was shocked.
She hadn’t known! Ten minutes later she gazed into the equally
smoky eyes of Glenda as they shared a first soulful kiss. Olivia
timed their lips meeting with last bolt of positive golden light from
Godbolt’s hands. She analyzed and processed all she had
accomplished as she walked to the center of the field.
Geri might have argued or shown remorse for what she had done
but she remained in her receptive and obedient mode. Together she
and Olivia silently observed.
Olivia’s dynamic social analysis had determined that it would
ease stress within the group if both Heather and Glenda were both
openly gay. In their current state of bliss they wouldn’t care if the
whole world knew of their new and compelling desire to have
sexual relations with as many women as possible. Every fiber of
their being had been convinced by Olivia’s arguments of their
sexual orientation. Neither of them would ever question it.
Glenda shut down her topping power. Her mental shields and
deadly eyes shimmered in response to her will and then
disappeared. * Liv was right, of course! She could control her
powers! *. Her pride didn’t last long. She felt confused by the
needs that gripped her. She felt helplessly drawn to the older
woman. As she had hoped, Heather’s arms quickly embraced her.
Moving her head she placed her lips against Heather’s neck. The
spicy scent of Heather’s long curly black locks was in her nose.
Slowly.... deliberately she began to kiss Heather’s neck. Her
tentative kisses and exploration were quickly replaced with
increasingly erotic displays of her craving for sexual intimacy.
Heather moaned with equally compelled ardor. * She wanted
Glenda so badly! * All her other concerns and commitments were
forgotten in that all consuming need. The small black girl’s tongue
was out of her mouth and leaving a hot wet trail from Heather’s
throat to her left ear lobe. Heather unbuttoned the back of
Glenda’s dress and then quickly unsnapped the girl’s plain white
bra.
Leaning back an ‘Ahhhh’ of appreciation for youthful perfection
escaped Heather’s lips as she softly drew the top of Glenda’s dress
and bra forward and off her body. Reaching down she cupped the
girl’s chin and drew her sweet dark lips to her own. As their lips
met in a soft caress, she moved her hands to gently brush the deep
chocolate nipples of Glenda’s small mounds.
Unknown to Heather, Glenda was a virgin. She had almost no
knowledge of sex or how to pleasure a man, much less a woman.
With Liv’s instruction, and as an uninhibited and newly dedicated
lesbian, , she did her best. Reaching out she stroked the material of
Heather’s blouse with hesitant fingers. She felt the much larger
pillows of Heather’s breasts, filling her hands with their heat. *
Nothing had ever felt so good! It was what she wanted! * She was
encouraged by the way that Heather’s tongue began to dance across
her lips in response. Little sighs of joy escaped her as Heather’s
fingers stroked and manipulated her tiny nips to rigidity. She
quickly worked to bare Heather, even as her tongue made its first
explorations into another woman’s mouth. A glorious fog of erotic
tension and desire seemed to enfold both of the women. If they
were aware of Olivia and Geri standing and watching them, they
showed no sign of reservations.
Caressing and kissing were only enough for a short while.
Pushing the younger woman to her back Heather took charge. She
nuzzled and suckled the girls tiny tits. Her lips, tongue and teeth
paying gentle homage to their beauty and silky brown softness.
Her sex was already on fire but was quickly doused with warm
wetness at the moans and groans of pleasure she elicited from
Glenda. Glenda’s head lay on the soft earth. Her eyes were closed
and her mouth was open. Her tongue flicked across her lips as the
new and exciting Lesbian pleasures she was experiencing washed
over her.
Olivia walked behind Geri. Reaching around from the back, she
popped the button of her tight jeans and soon had her fingers
buried in her wet folds. She whispered hypnotically into Geri’s ear
encouraging her to enjoy herself, to surrender herself to the
pleasure see was feeling and witnessing. Liv didn’t think it would
hurt to strengthen the girls hypnotic loyalty and dedication to her.
It was also turning her on to see the mature Mutant Underground
woman and Glenda acting in total subservience to her will.
For forty luxurious minutes Liv let Heather and Glenda explored
their new desires.
Heather fed her aching nipples to Glenda’s mouth. She felt her
mind blowing away in her devastating need to consummate her
love for Glenda. She directed the girl to undress. Every inch of
skin that was revealed brought a new wave of compelled lust to
Heather’s mind. Glenda’s narrow frame was almost that of a
teenager. Her pubic mound was tiny and barely concealed the coral
pink lips of her pussy. Her breasts were small but very pointy.
Her aroused areolas and nipples were sticking out like Hersey
chocolate kisses. Looking into her waif like features and short
straight black hair, Heather couldn’t deny to herself what Liv told
them. * She wanted Glenda as her lover, nothing would please her
more than to have a loving sexual relationship with the girl. She
would find it easier and easier to trust and do what Olivia wanted.
Without question, she would join Liv’s band of mutants, serving
with all her heart and soul. Abondoning her previous life, was a
small price to pay. *
Begging with her eyes Glenda indicated she wanted to see all of
her lover’s body. Heather didn’t want to resist this request. She
quivered with delight at the horny sounds of anticipation that
escaped the young girl, in response to her gentle striptease.
Standing at the younger woman’s feet she eventually stood nude
and ready. Her fingers slowly drifted down her body. Glenda’s
hand mirrored hers. Her fingers slowly entered the kinky pubic
hair above her slit. Glenda’s fingers did the same. Heather tilted
her hips and placed two fingers on each side of her cleft. Glenda’s
eyes seemed to be burning into that valley. Pressing down and
spreading her fingers, Heather opened herself and exposed the
pink wetness of her sensitive vaginal lips.
Glenda moaned with desire at the sight of Heather’s sex, ‘Ooohh
Yes, I want you so much but.... but I never.... don’t know..... why
why? I want... but!! but!! ooohhh”.
Olivia was quickly at Heather’s side whispering quickly in her
ear. The singsong words calmed and then further enflamed
Heather’s desires. Almost without thinking she did exactly what
Liv had told her to do. Reaching out with her powers she touched
Glenda’s mind. In a moment she had taken what she wanted from
the girl. Her fear of sex, being bad, caring what others thought of
her were all torn away, any inhibition on getting pleasure became a
forgotten memory.
Glenda’s attitude immediately changed. The scared little girl was
gone replaced with a wanton nympho slut. “Sit on my face you
fucking bitch! Get your tongue to work on my hot little cunny! I
want to eat your horny cunt! Fuck me! I want your tongue in my
hot little hole! I want it everywhere! What are you waiting for?
Come down here and start licking and fingering me. I want to cum!
I want to make you cum! NOW!!!”.
“Go to her” Olivia finished convincing Heather even further into
her service.
The two women were soon buried in each other. Heather’s
pressed her wet sex to Glenda’s mouth, even as her own tongue
began to dance and lick at the girls tiny slit. The sound of slurping
tongues and mewling moans of delight soon filled the air. Heather
drilled her tongue into her lovers sex. Glenda clasped Heather’s
ass cheeks and pressed her entire face into the wet pussy presented
to her. She still had no idea what she was doing but she was
learning quickly. Her tongue was a snake whipping back and
forth. She loved the taste of Heather’s salty, sweet cream. She
cried out her orgasm as one of Heather’s fingers entered her virgin
slit, while Heather’s lips captured and deliciously tortured her
previously untouched clitoral nub. She searched with her tongue
until she found Heather’s clit hidden under it’s fleshy hood. She
nearly cried with joy when she perceived that her oral efforts on
that sensitive nerve bundle brought a cry of delight and fresh
wetness to Heather’s pussy. She had made a woman; her lover,
cum. She couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.
Olivia took up a place beside Glenda’s busy head. She enjoyed
the show even as Geri took up a position behind her kneeling body
to pleasure her. At she watched and groaned with pleasure, her
words reentered and reshaped Glenda’s mind. The occupied girl
was told to listen and continue with her sexual efforts. There was
almost no resistance as Liv spoke. As she was finger fucked to
orgasms she listened. As she licked Heather’s ass and inserted her
fingers into the older woman’s clutching vagina she listened. As
she came repeatedly in erotic euphoria she listened. Glenda agreed
that from now on she would be happy to become the woman
Heather and Olivia had helped her realize she could be.
Uninhibited, unafraid, ready to experiment.
Desiring simply to give and receive pleasure.
Unconcerned with propriety and morals.
The question of whether she would join Liv’s group would never
arise. Topper (Glenda) and Control (Heather) would make
excellent additions to the team.
The next days would be very difficult on Liv. She knew she
wouldn’t get much sleep. She got herself and her new teammates
out of Soleil before the sun went down. She then spent two more
days and nights in a New Orleans hotel repeatedly convincing both
the young women. When she presented them to the other team
members they would no longer have any real memories of their own
recruitment. In addition they all become quite talented at
pleasuring Olivia whenever she indicated she was interested. Like
Geri they all got a unique code phrase that would place them in
complete thrall to their team leader whenever she wanted them in
that state.
Closing up her laptop after putting the finishing touches on her
analysis, Liv couldn’t help feeling a sense of elation. She had
accomplished the first of her goals. With Topper and Control’s
powers added to Fuzzy’s, Restraint’s, Twinkie’s, Bree’s and her own
she now felt they had reached the position of strength she had long
been pursuing. She had already made many plans for the next
stage of her teams development. Things were going to be very
interesting for awhile.
From the bedroom came the plaintive cry of Heather. Her
Scottish burr made a pleasant sound as she growled and purred
with the repeated orgasms that Geri and Glenda were subjecting
her to. The once forceful and focused woman didn’t have any
thoughts for her old position now. All her attention was on the
team she was so glad she had been asked to join. That and the
incredible sex she had discovered with Liv, Glenda and Geri were,
she was positive, all that any woman needed to have.
“Loorrrrrdd Help Me, Liv!! They’re gonna drive me insane.
Aiiiiieeieie unhhh unhhh unhaaaaaahhhhh!!!”.
Under her breath as she walked to the bedroom door, Liv said
“Not after all the work I went to, to make your mind the way I
wanted it, she won’t!”.
Looking at the sexy trio frolicking naked and happy, she locked
eyes with the ever ready and willing Glenda. “Get me the strap-on
Babydoll, I want to see which one of you clever girls is the best in
bed!”.
The formerly angelic young girl made sure to give the fleshy pink
dong an erotic blowjob before handing it over.
“Is every day in this Sisterhood going to be this good, Olivia?” she
asked with hope in her voice.
Pushing Glenda onto the bed she quickly mounted and entered
her. “Yes Babydoll! Now shut up and lick Geri’s pussy. Dance for
me Heather. Do your horny best Loves!” All three of the women
moved to serve and please Olivia.
* things were going according to plan. *
To be continued::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Sisterhood of the X: brought to you by MC Woodsmoke
woodsmok@gte.net.
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