Chapter Two: Minstrel in the Gallery
(Warning: Heavy themes of Mind break and N*n-C*ns*nt)
While Reilly struggled to get through the rest of the files, Officer Laine was in her patrol car, parked across the street from a bar. The bar was named Midnite Vienna and definitely earned its title for the customers. Scantily clad women and feminine men danced at the windows, advertising and drawing in more customers. It was a popular hang out spot for psychics, as the owner forbid anyone to use their powers on eachother under his roof. More importantly, he had the power to enforce the rule, which was what brought Laine there that day.
The owner, named Calvin Thomas, looked exactly like the man in the recordings. Some psychics were powerful enough to change their appearances however, so further investigation was always necessary.
Laine looked at the bar with disgust. She was sure most if not all of the workers dancing in the windows were victims of Psychic powers. There was no way to prove this in court unless you had video evidence, and so she had to sit there and watch. The worst times were when she saw former officers parade themselves around, making it hard for her to not run up and challenge the owner to a duel right there.
Even if she saw Miya or some other officer from the files, it wouldn’t prove that this was the man targeting officers. Rogue Psychics traded and sold slaves like baseball cards all the time.
She shook her head and tried to find a good target. What she needed was a low tier Rogue Psychic to spy on the inside of the bar. Luckily for her, low tier Psychics waited outside the bar almost every night. The only way for a psychic to become more powerful is to break other psychics, and so preying on the drunk and vulnerable was common.
She saw a man parked a few meters away from the bar. From her position, it didn’t seem like he was too powerful psychic wise. She smiled and got out of the car. She knew she shouldn’t enjoy taking over the minds of rogue psychics, but it was one of the few pleasures she got in the job.
She knocked on his window and leaned over, wanting to distract him with the sight of deep cleavage. Any experienced psychic worth his salt wouldn’t fall for it, but a new one wouldn’t think twice.
As expected, the man rolled down his window. Less expected was the psychic wall he had put around his mind. So he’s not a complete idiot Laine didn’t give him a chance to speak. She quickly shoved his head and face into her chest, burying them in her tits. The subtlety was lacking for sure, but the act shattered the man’s concentration, allowing her to flood his mind with her psychic power. When Laine pulled him away from her chest, his eyes were glazed over. She briefly considered breaking him, but a different idea crossed her mind…
Six hours after Reilly saw the fates of Officers Miya, Collins, and Joel, she finally finished the last file. It had taken hours of reading reports and watching recordings to get to this point, and it had left her thoroughly exhausted. Even more uncomfortable was the way her mind and body had quickly become desensitized to the events in the files.
The first hour she had constantly been disgusted by the acts committed on her fellow officers. The second hour, she had felt numb towards it all. The third hour she realized that she had begun shifting in her seat, almost getting excited during the sex.
Just as she was wondering what to do next, Officer Laine knocked on the side of her cubicle. “How goes the file slog?”
Reilly shook her head “It has me bored and disgusted”
Officer Laine chuckled “Dont feel the need to lie, i can sense the lust coming off of you. You’re a psychic, and like the rest of us you love this more then you care to admit.” Reilly blushed but Laine continued “Speaking of which, we have a few things to do, follow me”
Reilly got up, stretched, and followed Laine out of the room and down the stairs. Laine talked as they walked “Why do psychics dress like strippers?”
Reilly coughed and choked “B-because exaggerating your sexuality can give you an edge in a duel”
Laine gave a thumbs up “Bingo, but also not the whole answer. We also do it because it helps focus our powers into their type”
Reilly raised an eyebrow “You mean the way your power is delivered”
Laine gave another thumbs up “My power is done through skin contact, visual or physical. Therefore, I wear almost no clothing”
Reilly swallowed “So im guessing ill be given a similar outfit?”
“Depends on how Jesse’s feeling and what he sees in you” they arrived at the basement level
“Jesse?”
Laine turned to her and winked “Just, brace yourself…”
As soon as the door opened, a flurry of orange and green grabbed Reilly by the arm and dragged her inside. Upon closer inspection, the orange and green was a 5 and a half foot tall person.
Reilly was pushed into a chair, and she realized she couldn’t tell if this Jesse person was a man or woman. Sure they looked feminine, but they had a flat physique that made her question herself. They also wore orange and white gym shorts, with a green crop top.
Jesse spoke in a pitch that still portrayed no gender, but the tone revealed masculinity. “She’d fit wonderfully in a leotard, but that wouldn’t match her aura at all…” They bent down and examined her legs.
Reilly tapped ‘his’ head “um yea..aura?”
Jesse looked up “ah yes aura. My powers sense that your aura is most easily transferred through words and ideas. And though you act innocent, there’s a small sadistic part of you…” jesse trails off and snaps his fingers “Leather!” He runs off to another part of the room.
Officer Laine walked in slowly “Make sure you wear what he gives you. 100% of the time it will increase the effectiveness of your psychic powers. And you’ll need it in just a few minutes”
“A few minu-” Reilly is interrupted by Jesse’s return. He shot back the main room, holding what looked to be a leather jumpsuit.
He threw it at Reilly and crossed his arms. “It may be on the nose, but it’ll suit you best. Now put it on, i want to see it”
Reilly looked around “Right here-?”
Jesse nodded and tapped his foot “Yes now put it on damn it” Reilly undressed to her underwear as quickly as she could, and was about to put it on when Jesse scoughed. “Underwear off too Joan of Arc”
She blushed and pulled off her remaining clothes with any dignity she could muster. It was horrifically tight, and when she finally managed to get the zipper up to her neck, it was difficult to breath. Even more embarrassing was the zipper at her crotch, which she was fairly certain what purpose it had. “Are you sure…about this?”
Jess lit a cigarette. “Well In theory you didn’t have to zip it up all the way, but im impressed you did. Your bodys natural aura should shape the leather in a couple minutes. Just enough time to walk your ass to the cells and test it out”
Officer Laine nodded and gestured for Reilly to follow her. “There’s a rogue psychic that we’re going to have you break. It’s time to pop your cherry.”
Reilly stood up and noticed that the jumpsuit was feeling less tight. “It won’t be my first time, we did plenty of practice duels at Browes.” She followed Laine out of the door and up the stairs, with Jesse close behind.
“Yes, but you never broke them. You never claimed their mind and soul for yourself. Its a completely different experience.” Laine winked at her “Everyone’s first time is special, even if our PR says its an abomination to take someone’s freewill like that”
Reilly moved her arms around, surprised at the amount of movement she had in the tight leather. “If its an abomination, why do we get to do it?”
Laine chuckled “Becuase its safer then the alternative. Imagine trying to lock a psychic up in prison, and the logistics of keeping them from dominating the guards. Fuck all that, just break them and let them serve the officers who have to catch them.”
They arrived at the cells and Reilly turned to Laine. “Serve the officers?”
Laine smiled smugly “Its one of the perks of the gig. You keep what you catch. Of course, that us after they have been interrogated and all that jazz. After that, they’re all yours.”
Reilly wasn’t sure if she even wanted a slave. She joined up to keep people from ending up like her mother, a memory that she very quickly pushed out of her mind. She looked at the man through the one way glass. “So thats the rogue psychic?”
Laine gave a thumbs up “Once you break him, ill use him to infiltrate the Midnite Vienna, and confirm if Calvin Thomas is our man.”
Reilly shivered, anxiety starting to build. “But why do you want me to do it?”
Laine’s face turned serious. “To prove you can. This is our job. We stop these guys from preying on innocents. This man has probably used his powers on dozens of civilians, leaving their lives destroyed. We’re just giving him what he deserves, and its not our fault of we enjoy ourselves in the process.” Laine smiled and pushed Reilly towards the door. “Just go with the flow, your lust will find your groove before you know it”
Reilly nodded and swallowed nervously, walking through the door. Inside the small cell, the man was handcuffed to a chair, his arms behind his back. Officer Laine spoke on the microphone. “Im going to release my powers on him, after that, its up to you to detain him and finish him off. Say when you’re ready.”
Reilly took a deep breath and concentrated her powers. She didn’t want to admit it, but after watching six hours of officers being broken, she was excited to take out her anger on another rogue psyhic. “Ready”
The man’s eyes cleared up and he looked around. “Fucking pigs got me locked up but couldn’t break me huh? Should have known all of you were weak willed pussies!” He struggled against his handcuffs. Reilly could feel his aura attacking hers, and for some reason, it made her more calm. It was weak, completely unable to phase her.
Reilly smiled and walked over to the man, her hips bouncing with each step. “Oh sweetie, we just wanted to have a little fun before we made a drooling toy.” She was surprised at how into this she was. She swung a leg around and sat on his lap, putting her arms around his neck. His aura quickly went on the defensive, but she could feel how shaky it was.
Reilly giggled, it didn’t even seem like he wanted to fight back. She started petting his head and he struggled more, trying to taunt her. “Already sitting on my lap huh? Ask nicely and I might let you have some dignity when I break you”
Reilly sighed and leaned into him, her breasts pushing up against his face and neck. “No, I just felt tired of standing. And you seemed like a comfortable spot. Especially. Right. Here.” Her last words were each followed by her ass grinding into his crotch. He was rock hard, and God it was turning her on.
“Ghet omff me” The man spoke from under her tits. The psychic wall around his mind was basically non-existent. Reilly grabbed his face roughly, pulling him into a kiss. Her aura flooded his mind,and she pulled back to see a dumb smile on his face.
Reilly uncuffed him, and his arms wrapped around her waist. She whispered in his ear “Good boy” and he groaned in response. She could feel every corner of his mind, and the lust he had for her. There was still a small pocket of resistance, the part that contained his psychic power. All she had to do was break that, and he belonged to her.
The fact that the pocket existed enfuriated her. How dare he try to fight back, even while his body so desperately clung to hers? She hissed in his ear “You’re Mine!” and plunged her psychic power into his bubble of resistance. It popped, all of his aura evaporating and becoming hers. She smiled down at his face, watching it turn from a dumb smile, and into one of pure devotion. “Such a good boy…”
In a few seconds, he had unzipped his pants, and the zipper at her crotch, exposing her pussy to his dick. Reilly completely forgot about the Officers on the other side of the glass, slamming her pussy onto his dick greedily. Her arms wrapped around the slaves head, because of course, he was her slave now. She held his head to her breasts, giving him a wordless permission to unzip the leather and suck on her nipples.
No words were needed to command, just a desire and an action to obey. Sweat covered them both, and her slave grunted with every thrust inside of her. Her own body was on fire with lust, and every thrust caused her to moan loudly. “Yes, yes fuck your mistress harder! Use that dick like its meant for something!”
At the moment she wanted him to, he came inside her. The hot liquid spilling out of her pussy and onto his lap, causing her to shudder out an orgasm. She screamed in pleasure, the sound echoing off the walls of the cell. She fell over onto her slave, hearing what she thought was clapping on the other side of the glass…
End of Chapter Two
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o9a413/midnite_vienna_chapter_2_mfmmff
Very engaging story!