Chapter 6- Locomotive Breath
(Warning: Heavy Themes of Mind Break and N*n-C*ns*nt)
“Normally, this kind of investigation would take weeks” Hammond said as they drove down the freeway in a fairly reckless manner. “But with your niche, all you need to do is take over a slave, and have them access any files they can get their hands on”
Reilly held on tight to her seat as they passed a semi truck at 30 miles over the speed limit. “Right, and what’s your role in all this?”
Hammond cut across three lanes to get to their exit. “I keep an eye out and make sure you don’t get fucked from behind. Rogue Psychix has a relatively low presence here though, so im sure we won’t have too much trouble.”
Somehow even vulgar language sounded cute coming from her. “Good to know.” Reilly said, and let out a sigh of relief once the car finally came to a halt.
Hammond pointed to a building across the street “Thats our place”
Reilly looked over, and immediately raised an eyebrow. The building in question was a bank, but what confused her was the name of it. The sign said ‘Jethro and Brothers Trust’ and right below it the phrase ‘Sponsored by Rogue Psychix”. “Is…is it really a hideout when they have their name on it”
Hammond smiled “Rogue Psychix has to appear as a legitimate business outside of being a pro mind breaking organization. Otherwise government organizations would just arrest them at gunpoint with the protection of telepaths.”
Reilly was surprised “Wait that’s an option? Why all the leather and sex if the government can just take care of it”
Hammond looked at her “Do they teach you anything at those psychic schools? There’s no legal precedent for telepaths enslaving people. There needs to be video evidence, otherwise the law assumes the person is acting of their own volition. So rather then wait for law enforcement, we protect people using our own telepathic powers.”
Reilly supposed this was all information she could have learned if she had just looked it up, but she had really invested herself into her studies at the psychic college. “So now what? We just walk in and steal a slave right in front of them?”
Hammond chuckled “If only we could do it that quickly. Sadly we have to wait here for a few hours until the crowds died down a bit. On the bright side, Captain Tanny made some sandwiches for us.”
Reilly giggled “How kind of her”
——–Watson and Company——-
Watson hated surveillance. Four years of being on the force made him used to barging in and fucking any rogue psychics he could grab. He supposed that was why the captain has given him this job, he was rusty and needed a refresher.
He was on top of the building across the street from the *Midnite Vienna*. It was barely noon, so just the restaurant part of it was open. Most of the people around it were Calvin’s slaves, sweeping off the front and washing the windows. Watson winced whenever he saw one of the former officers, happily doing whatever task had been given to them. Once Laine had been broken, Calvin had seemingly gone mask off and unveiled his new set of slaves for his patrons to enjoy. Most of if not all of these new slaves were officers from the Psychic Task Force.
Watson hated watching his former colleagues be humiliated like this, but he never even considered giving this post to one of the five Officers under him. Better him then someone else have to suffer through it.
Two of the officers were stationed across the street from Calvin’s home, and were trying to get cameras in the house. The other three were stationed in cars across the route Calvin took from his home to the *Midnite Vienna*. Jesse had helped remodel these vehicles to look more civilian, and even made it so the color of the car and the license plate could change on command. If Calvin went somewhere, Watson would call it out and one of the three vehicles would follow him.
Calvin rarely left the bar throughout the day, making Watsons job incredibly boring. After two hours of nothing, Watson broke and had a couple of his slaves join him at his lookout. They were supposed to be helping Jesse with some shopping, but Watson was sure he would understand. The constant slow blowjob from his favorite twink and chick made his job much more tolerable, and he didn’t regret inconveniencing Jesse at all. One sucked on his balls, and the other twirled their tongue around the tip of his dick. No need to rush things, he had all day to enjoy this.
It did leave him a bit distracted, and consequently it took him a while to notice that the radio had been silent for too long. Normally the officers in the cars would be calling in every now and then.
Too late, Watson realized something had gone wrong. He looked through his binoculars down at the entrance of the bar. There stood Calvin Thomas, staring directly at Watsons position. Calvin put up a finger gun, and mouthed the word “bang”, pretending to fire it.
Before he could turn around an arm was around his neck, and a needle was in his shoulder. Everything began to fade. He hoped that the five other officers were able to escape, and the world went black.
The light began to come back, and it took a moment for Watson to remember what had happened. He looked around frantically and his heart sank. The three female officers were chained up just like him, hands above their heads and feet on the floor. He didn’t know where the two male officers were, and any guesses he had were not good ones.
The room itself was the nicest dungeon he had ever seen. The walls were marble, and the roof even had a nice fan with a chandelier. There was still bars in front of it, with a series of loveseats sitting at the wall across from them. He didn’t have to guess what those were for.
The other officers were waking up, each of them going through the same process of realization he had. Officer Carter had only been on the workforce for a month, and had no experience with an emergency situation like this. She had just been wearing her civilian clothes when they were caught, jeans and more long sleeve shirt. She looked around frantically and pulled at the chains. “Oh shit. What the hell are we going to do?”
Watson smiled at her, hoping to calm her down. “Dont worry, we got caught at the right time. The operation should start in a day or two. Help will come by then” he didn’t have the heart to say that they had a good chance of being slaves by then. If that happened, the best scenario would be them becoming slaves for someone on the force. They’d get some dignity, but life would never be the same.
Carter still looked afraid, but the thought of help seemed to keep her from freaking out. The other officers also lacked experience, but they were handling the situation better. They were Officers Glenn and Tannon, probably four or five months on the force each. Before Watson could continue his thought process, Calvin Thomas walked up to the cell door, and smiled at them.
“I hope you four are enjoying your stay so far.” He gestured around the room. “I made sure to give you the finest cell at the *Midnite Vienna*, nothing but the best for the Psychic Task Force after all.”
Officwr Carters fear was turning into anger, and she lashed out “You’re going to regret this you sick fuck. The Task Force will have you sucking cocks for months!”
Watson wished she had stayed silent. He didn’t want any of them to be enslaved like this, and she was just antagonizing Calvin. Calvin looked at Watson and smirked.
“Such uppity subordinates you have here. Luckily for her though, I have a deal for you Officer Watson” Calvin sat down on one of the love seats.
Watson supposed playing along was the best move for now. “What deal is that?”
“Well you see” Calvin leaned forward “As I get stronger, I want to have a group of male slaves that I can point to and say ‘you, go break them. I’m getting far too strong for low ranking officers like Carter here afterall. Your two male officers weren’t up to it, so now they’re wearing skirts and doing my laundry”
Watson gritted his teeth. The bastard had already broken two of the men he was put in charge of. He didn’t even want to play along with this deal, and he spoke without thinking. “Go fuck yourself, you’ll have to break me yourself”. Calvin had offered him a deal, making Watson hope that he didn’t actually have the power to break any of them.
Calvin laughed. “I could do that, but what’s the fun in that? You officers are far too straightforward in your approach.” He looked at Officer Carter. “Im going to need you to defend yourself with all of your psychic power”
Watson immediately strained against his chains “You bastard, this is between you and me”
Calvin chuckled “It sure is, and that’s why Carter needs to have her kind defended in three, two, one…” Calvin looked at Carter, and Watson could feel the wave of psychic energy that was sent towards her. Calvin wasn’t even trying to use any tricks, he was just blasting her with energy like a drill. Watson looked over to Carter, hoping her defense was enough.
It was not.
Carters defenses were destroyed immediately, and she began shaking in pleasure as Calvin’s assault on her mind wracked through her. Her tongue fell out, her mouth wide open. A deep moan came from the back of her throat, and her back arched as much as it could whole chained there. The crotch of her jeans were soaked through immediately as she orgasmed again and again, shaking and shuddering against the wall. Her nipples must have begun shooting milk, as the front of her shirt was being soaked through as well.
Her breasts swelled in size, doubling and trippling as the psychic energy transformed her body. Her ass and hips grew larger as well, her clothes growing tighter and tighter. Watson had never seen anything like this, someone completely destroyed by a much larger source of psychic energy. He couldn’t look away as she continued to orgasm again and again for the next several minutes. Finally her moans quieted down and turned into heavy breathing. Her body became still as she basked I. The after glow of her broken mind.
Calvin pressed a button, and Carters chains unlocked. She fell to the floor, and immediately began groping her tits, and rubbing her pussy. Calvin walked through the cell door up to Watson.
“This is what happens when you don’t accept the deal my friend. Of course, maybe you want to see this again” Watson felt a hand on his crotch, and felt nothing but shame for the large election Calvin was teasing.
“You see, this is what sets you apart from the other officers. You believe you want to help your fellow officers, to protect them. But whenever you see them broken, you feel nothing but pure excitement. What was the first thought you had when you met Officer Pinder?”
Watson looked at him “Fuck you”
Calvin whispered in his ear “You thought ‘I wonder if i can have one of my slaves look like her'”
Watson pulled against his chains again “The task force will be here soon, you’ve declared war on us and you don’t have the strength to win you son of a bitch”
Calvin laughed as he left the room, Carter crawling behind him. “Maybe, but ill be having alot of fun along the way. A slave will be here in a few minutes to give you your first injection”
It only occurred to Watson when Calvin was gone, that he had no business knowing what Watsom was thinking at that time. The realization of what Calvin’s niche was made him feel sick.
———Back to the Girls———-
Reilly had thoroughly enjoyed her time with Agent Hammond. Now able to call her Lily, Reilly had learned much about Lily’s friendship with the Captain and other members of the Psychic Task Force.
“Tanny is great, but ill never understand her taste in men” Lily said as she finished off her second sandwich. “She always like small girly dudes like Jesse, it makes no fucking sense.”
Reilly laughed “It did seem kind of strange. Too bad it didn’t work out, they seem like they were a cute couple”
Lily shrugged “Jesse turned out to be a manwhore I guess. Surprised everybody really”
Finally, the bank appeared clear enough for them to walk up to and enter. As they crossed the street, Lily spoke “Im fairly sure your niche works just like breaking someone naturally. So just seduce the most important looking slave and well be on our way”
Reilly nodded, and they entered the bank. It was empty except for one or two tellers at the front. Reilly realized that she could now tell at a glance who was a slave, and who was normal. She guessed that the niche upgraded her senses. Two of the three tellers had an aura about them that just said they were beneath her. One was a pretty Korean woman, and the other was an older man. She decided to opt for the Korean woman in this case.
Reilly whispered her plan to Lily, who nodded and walked up to the non slave teller. Reilly went up to the ATM, and pretended to press some buttons. She huffed in frustration and walked up to the target.
“Excuse me” Reilly said in her best rich person voice “The ATM over there doesn’t seem to be working.”
The tellers smiled politely and walked away from her station, following Reilly to the ATM. As they got out of sight from the other tellers, something camer over Reilly. She grabbed the tellers hair roughly, pulling her close to her. Reilly dragged her away from the ATM, and into the women’s restroom.
The teller tried to speak “What are you-” Reilly slapped her face, surprising herself more then anyone.
“You will speak when I tell you to” Reilly said, her hand stinging. Reilly didn’t want to hurt anyone, and was hesitating until she saw that the teller was breathing heavily, and standing awkwardly. She was getting off on this. Reilly smiled and forced the teller to turn around. She slapped her ass several times through her tight dress skirt.
The tellers began to moan softly. Reilly whispered in her eat. “You like that you little bitch? I don’t care who you belonged to before today, you’re mine now.”
Reilly dragged the teller onto one of the stalls. She quickly threw aside her pants, and pulled down her panties. Reillys pussy had soaked through them. She forced the teller to her knees, and pushed her face into her awaiting cunt.
“Eat out your mistress’s pussy, maybe then you’ll get a reward” the teller obeyed, mindlessly licking Reillys crotch. Reilly moaned loudly, forgetting her surroundings. She grabbed her new slaves hair roughly, pulling her closer into her pussy, wanting her tongue to go everywhere it could.
Reilly felt herself getting close to cumming, grabbing the tellers head tightly as she rocked her hips. She let out a deep moan, raising her head in the air as her pussy squirted all over the slaves face. Reilly smiled down at the slave, and the slave smiled happily up at her.
*End of Chapter 6*
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