Message-ID: <6192eli$9712081848@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Subject: Sisterhood of the X Chapt 08 by MC Woodsmoke (mc sh FF+) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Auth: 41d90b0294decb84c1488491 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <66dfg3$oah$1@gte1.gte.net> Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are STD’s like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the activities described here wouldn’t be suicidal. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included, and Use is not for profit. Written 11/97 By MC Woodsmoke. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net my GTE account is semi permanent. COPYRIGHT © 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. 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 --------------------- 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. ---------------------- 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. ---------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------- 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. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /