Chapter 3- Cross-Eyed Mary
(Warning: Contains heavy themes of Mind break and N*n-C*ns*nt)
An hour later Reilly was back in Laines office, red-faced and mortified at what had just happened. Laine, and a male officer Reilly hadn’t met yet were laughing at her embarrassment. Reilly’s face was in her hands. Worse then the embarrassment was how horny she was. She had never felt it this intense in day to day life, let alone immediately after having sex. The feeling had her constantly shifting in her seat. It made her wonder where her new slave had run off to.
“Im surprised you’re acting this way, you didn’t even flinch once he was in front of you” Laine smiled and leaned back
The male officer nodded along. He was a big man, and a full foot taller then Reilly. His body was like a bodybuilders, probably done to reel in rogue telepaths. Reilly was more of a dad bod kind of girl, but she could appreciate a bicep that large.”I know Laine said go with the flow, but most officers that act that naturally don’t give a shit about who’s watching them”
Reilly looked up from her hands “You couldn’t have stopped me after I broke him? Did you really have to watch me…play with him for another half an hour”
Laine chuckled and shrugged “Call it hazing, its a right of passage. Helps to break down any walls in this business. That reminds me” Laine points out the door “Breaking a mind is not like simply controlling someone, there are…side effects”
“Oh like fucking in front of your new boss?” Reilly said flippantly
Laine nodded “Exactly. Every time you break a mind you create a connection with them. This increases your overall arousal, witch I’m sure is already affecting you”
Reilly nodded meekly
The male officer laughed “It hits everyone hard the first time. Some officers have taken their first week off just to stay at home and fuck their new slaves all day. After a while your tolerance goes up and you don’t feel it as intensely anymore. By the way, im Officer David Watson.” He held out his hand.
Reilly shook it “Officer Reilly Pinder” she hoped it would go away soon, that week off was getting more and more attractive
Laine dashed her those thoughts away. “No week off for you though Pinder, Watson is going to look after you on your first assignment”
Reilly looked at her, anxiety forming im her belly. “Assigment?”
“Mhm, while I’m busy gathering Intel using your slave, you and Watson will be focusing on trackng down a telepath with an important Niche”
“Niche?” Reilly had heard rumors about a concept like that, but nothing concrete
“Watson will explain everything, so get going. I want my Intel collected and that niche secured so we can be one step closer to catching that bastard”
———Several hours later————-
Watson and Reilly parked on the street, and Watson shut off the car. He was wearing no shirt, just uniform pants, which made talking to him about niches very difficult. She was also fairly sure he wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Niches are more specific powers that telepaths have” He explained, taking a sip from a soda cup “Usually gained through trauma, they can be highly unpredictable.”
Reilly ate a fry “What kind of powers? Like lasers and flying”
Watson chuckled “None like that that I’ve heard of, though with the right trauma who knows. The rogue telepath were after is a good example. She has the ability to steal slaves from other telepaths.”
Reilly raised an eyebrow “We can’t do that now?”
“Not ones who’s minds are broken. You can subdue them, but never get them to betray their master. This telepath can however, and if one of us breaks her, we get that niche. And I don’t need to explain why that’s something we want”
Reilly nodded “if someone has a ton of slaves they may not be able to tell who’s theirs, and we have a spy on the inside”
“Exactly. It’s an information goldmine.” Watson got out of the car and leaned down “Stay here with the car on. Best case scenario I’ll break her up there, and we get out of dodge. Worst case scenario I drag her down and break her in a separate location. I don’t know if she’s paid for any guards”
Reilly gave him a thumbs up “Good luck out there boss”
Watson smiled “I don’t need luck, just a good fuck”
———–Meanwhile————-
Laine sat outside in her patrol car, waiting for Reilly’s slave to finish up. She couldn’t wait for Watson to get ahold of that niche, and make an operation like this unnecessary. For now however, she had to wait for the slave to get as much information as possible using the camera hidden on his shirt.
The inside of the bar was just as lavish and raunchy as the outside. Dancers gave drinks and dances to the guests, and for an extra sum they could be taken to a backroom for God knows what. Poles were everywhere across the club, strippers twirling around for their jeering audience. Thankfully, Laine didn’t recognize any of them from the force. She saw them on the tapes, and didn’t want to see them like that again.
However, this also meant that there was no easy evidence towards Calvin Thomas. She would bet her house on him being a rogue telepath, and so she had no qualms about using the new niche to steal one of his slaves. For now, she just wanted to know the layout of the bar.
The bartenders were all shirtless, and all had tassels hanging from their nipples. Telepaths of all types hung out there, drinking to their hearts content. For a fee they could have an escort home, and avoid being enslaved while intoxicated. Telepaths also had their slaves with them, allowed to grind against them to the beat, and even fuck them if they were crazy enough.
Laine decided she had enough information, and enough of this bar in general. She directed the slave to make his way out.
Then, as the slave was about to leave the bar, the camera feed cut. Her hair stood on end, and she tried to stand up and leave her car.
Then she felt an arm around her neck and a needle in her arm, and the world went black.
——-Back to Watson————
Watson walked up the stairs of the apartment complex. He was quite confident this niche would be easy to get, all he needed to do was get a hold of her and hold her down. His power was more geared toward rough fucking from the get go, pounding until the targets mind submitted. He was a simple man after all, and had no time for pretty words.
Watson reached the room, and kicked it open. He ran in, and a very surprised looking woman turned around to face him. She was nothing like the description. The telepath they were looking for was Hispanic, and around 5 and a half feet. This woman was giner, and roughly 6 feet.
The ginger took a fighting stance, she must have been able to tell what his goal was. “Come and try it you son of a bitch!”
Watson licked his lips “of course” he launched forward. The ginger through a punch, and he caught it quickly. “Bad move my little pet” he pulled her on quickly, her face pushed against his chest while he grabbed her ass. “Now just tell me where your client went, and you’ll get to have some dignity as my slave”
She did her best to squirm away, but his arms were too powerful. He could feel her powers probing his mind, but there was no way she could get the upper hand like this. He only saw her as a little more then a fleshlight while in his grip.
“No? Then we’ll have a great time my sweet” He ripped off her shirt and bra in one hand movement, throwing both to the floor. He shoved her against the couch, unzipping his pants and letting his cock fall on her face. No hesitation he shoved it down her throat, roughly throat fucking her until her makeup began to run down the sides of her face. Her lipstick was smeared all over his cock. Within a few minutes her mind was broken in two, and he had all the information he needed.
The escape route went right by their patrol car. He had no time to waste. He had no idea if Reilly would be a match for this telepath or not.
——–back to Reilly——–
Reilly was about to go insane. She knew that being the escape vehicle was important, but her arousal had made her hope she could help take down this telepath.
As she thought about the logistics of mastubating, she heard footsteps dowm the street. She recognized the woman’s face from the breifing. She smiled, and didn’t even wonder what happened to Watson. Something was growing in her crotch, and the need was all she could think about.
Reilly stepped out of the car and walked in front of the woman, who almost tripped while trying to stop. “What the hell do you want *pendaja*”
Reilly felt like the leather at her crotch was becoming far too tight, and unzipped it. Out fell a full ten inch cock. Even I’m her aroused state, Reilly was incredibly surprised by this. Before she could question it too deeply, it twitched, and her arousal took full control.
The target couldn’t stop staring at the cock, far more surprised then Reilly had been. Reilly walked calmly forward, her new cock swinging back and forth as she did. “You like what you see sweetie?”
The target took a step back, but Reilly had a hook on her mind now. Running away would be the same as admitting defeat, her only option would be to stand and fight. The target shook her head “damn you, *Como se entraron?*”
The target took a step foward…
And fell to her knees, staring up at Reilly’s cock, now dripling precum onto the ground. Rrilly giggled and rubbed her head. “Good girl, you know when to get down for me don’t you? Have a taste~”
The targets mind was broken before her lips reached the tip of Reilly’s cock. That was how Watson found them, the target greedily choking on Reilly’s cock.
Reilly groaned, and came wave after wave into her new slaves throat. This slave was named Martina, and Reilly was happy to add her to her growing harem.
Shortly after cumming, Reilly’s new dick shrank away, and she had her pussy back. This relieved her greatly. She turned to Watson, and saw he had a very confused face.
“Why didnt you tell us you had a niche?” Watson looked down at Martina, who was licking cum off her fingers
“A niche? What do you mean?” Reilly was feeling a bit lightheaded
“Reilly, women don’t just grow dicks out of nowhere like that. Plus, she had to have twice your telepathic power. This should have been an uphill battle for you, but you beat her like she was a common street psychic”
Reilly looked at him. If she had a niche, then a trauma caused it. Her mother’s face flashed in her mind again, and she shivered. She was sure where she had gotten it.
End of Chapter 3
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