E&I The Founding of The Mind Control Division
Author: Psionic_X

Story: E&I: The Founding of Mind Corp Division, I want to thank
Stormbringer for allowing me to use the setting of his E&I
Universe for this story. If you want to read more, he posts his
E&I stuff over on asstr.org. He has some mind control on this
site, give it a read. Now on with the story....

Note from Storm: I enjoyed reading this story and like the ideas,
but I never considered the E&I universe to include mind control.
I always figured the pheromones were good enough. Therefore, this
story is not official, but should be considered as existing in a
parallel universe.

E&I: The Founding of Mind Corp Division

The spare, dapper black man entered the building and nodded at
the guard. "Morning Dr. Markson. Fine day isn't it?" Dr.Markson
merely smiled his response and made his way to the elevator. He
got off on the top floor and made his way to his offices.
Dr.Joseph Markson immediately knew something was not right. His
secretary, Mira, was not at her desk.

Markson opened the door to his office and froze. The first thing
he noticed was the prominant businessman Solmon King sitting
behing his desk puffing on a cigar. The next thing he noticed
were two muscular giants standing near the door. He suddenly felt
fear, a powerful intimidation being so near these men. Their
presence was terrifying. The Doctor got a grip on himself, using
the mental excercises he was so expert at to remove fear from his
mind. He straightend and was once again his usual commanding
self.

"Put out the cigar and get out of my chair Mr.King."

"So, you know who I am."

"I told you to put out the cigar and get out of my chair. This is
your final warning." King merely smiled. He was impressed. The
presence of three enhanced men should have had the good Doctor
trembling like a leaf and feeling very subserviant. Yet after the
initial shock he stood calm and poised."

"I'm afraid Dr.Markson, that you aren't giving the orders here, I
am. Now sit down."

Markson says nothing but moves purposefully towards King. One of
the enormous brutes moves to intercept him and freezes as
Dr.Markson pins him with a look that seems to crackle with power.
The Doctor sends the thought "sleep" to the man and he crumples
like paper. Shocked, his compatriot grows enraged.

"Muthafucka! What you do to Kenny?" Dr.Markson turns his head
slowly towards the speaker. Solomon King yells; "Remember what I
told you! Don't look at his eyes!" Alas, it was too late. King
had the habit of enhancing men who had no chance of ever being
accepted to Yale. Today's bodyguards were no exception. Just as
the second of King's men began his charge he too was shut down by
that powerful glare and joined his partner in dreamland.

"Bravo, Dr.Markson, bravo," King said, while slowly clapping his
hands. "Its even more impressive seeing you do it live." The
Doctor's head jerked up at this.

"You know about me?"

"Dr.Joseph Nicholas Markson, born October 10th, 1965 to Charlotte
and Henry Markson. The youngest of six, three brothers and two
sisters. Graduate of Harvard, class of '87, double major in
psychology and folklore/mythology. Rhodes Scholar. Has made a
career in advocating methods for using more of the brain. Wrote
controversial paper detailing radical meditation methods that you
claimed would awaken many dormant faculties in the human mind,
including psychic powers. You were a laughing stock. You
retreated into a very lucrative private practice, which allows
you to continue your research in secret. You are in control of a
very select group of powerful white men and women who made the
mistake of coming to see you for help. A mistake because your
research was correct and you can control minds."

"Its my turn to be impressed Mr.King. Your research is
impeccable. Of course, my agenda has changed since my advocacy of
helping all of humanity by opening up the dormant powers of our
brains. They laughed at me and rejected me because of their deep
racism. No, they thought, a monkey can't think up anything this
brilliant! A nigger can't be this smart! Damn them! I could have
been another Jung if they hadn't held the color of my skin
against me. Well they will pay for their hatred. Not with gold,
or silver, or pieces of paper with the faces of dead men, but
with their very freedom!"

"You speak here, Doctor, of Black Mind." The Doctor looks at
Solomon King, stunned for the second time since entering his
office. His research team was good. Too good.

"I'm sorry Mr.King. I really am."

"Sorry? Whatever for?"

"I admire the work you do. Helping those young black men, setting
them straight. Cleaning them up and getting them off drugs,
though I find it odd someone as anti-drug as you puts them on
steriods. But overall, you've been a positive influence on the
black community. But Black Mind is too important to risk anyone
knowing about it. I was merely going to give you and your men
selective amnesia. But now Mr.Solomn King, I'm going to pump you
for the names of everyone who knows about me and my project. Then
I'm going to kill you. Then I'm to kill anyone else who knows.
Then I'm going to kill anyone who might suspect. Then I'm going
to kill anyone who's hand you ever shook." King remains
unruffled.

"Doctor, you aren't going to kill anyone. Nor will you be taking
over my mind. The moment I even start to feel drowsy, I'll snap
Miss Appleby's neck."

"Mira!?! What have you done with her! I swear, if you've harmed
her...." Markson stops as King holds up his hand, then crooking
his finger beckons him forward. Dr.Markson moves forward, already
knowing what he will see. He comes around the desk and there, on
her knees, sucking feverishly on a massive cock, is blonde,
busty, Mira, Markson's personal secretary and mind controlled
slut. Markson is furious. He isn't fond of sharing his sluts and
what King has Mira doing makes him see red.

Enraged and insulted he looks King in the eyes and is about to
blast his mind into total oblivion when the scientist in him
takes control. His features soften and he relaxes as he comes to
a realization.

"How did you get Mira on her knees? I can see that she is
willingly sucking your cock, yet, as I'm sure you already know,
she is...or rather was, under my absolute control. The only man
she was attracted to was me, unless I told her otherwise. You
should have had to rape her. In fact, she is programmed to bite
off any cock put in her mouth that isn't mine. Tell me King, and
maybe you won't spend the rest of your days in a nursing home,
drooling while looking out the window at nothing."

The entire time Solomon King sat relaxed and composed...on the
outside. Even faced against a dangerous adversary, the most
dangerous in a longtime, King refused to show weakness. Yet
inside, he felt the stirrings of something he hadn't felt since
the Gilgamesh Project took him prisoner: Fear. Dr. Markson had
been about to turn him into a vegatable, despite the danger to
Mira Appleby, a woman whom he'd destroyed many lives to make his.
A woman who his reports had said the Doctor loved. Yet, for an
instant, the Doctor had been about to wipe all thought from
King's mind, King being so sure he wouldn't he hadn't averted his
eyes and it had nearly cost him. Now he needed to regain control.

"Thats it, suck it hard bitch!" Though King knew that this would
rile the Doctor, he also knew the man's curiousity was enormous
and he was safe...for the moment. The next few moments would be
the most dangerous of all.

King leans back and sneers down at the lovely secretary. He'd
never grow tired of seeing a white whore, on her knees, her mouth
stuffed with his black cock. The only feeling in the world that
was better was actually cumming.

Which he did at that moment, unloading an enourmous amount of
spunk into Mira's mouth. The hapless secretary desperatly tries
to swallow it all but chokes and much of it splashes out of her
mouth. Still she gamely swallows what she can and licks up the
rest, cleaning King's cock without being told. She looks up at
King with slavish devotion. The Doctor intercedes.

"Mira." She looks and as his gaze captures her blue eyes, they
widen and something triggers....her eyes momentarily glaze then
clear.

"Master?" Mira looks at herself, and notices where she is then
notices King and his still hard cock right in front of her. She
scrambles away in horror, running to her Master.

"Ohmygod! Please Master, forgive me! I don't...I
didn't...please...." Tears start to fall as she looks for a way
to explain her perfidity to her Master.

"Mira..look at me Mira...yes....relax...feel peace...thats
it....listen to my voice....go home...get cleaned up....then lie
down and go to sleep....deep restful sleep Mira...you need
it...and I command it."

"Yes Master." Mira turns and without another word or backward
glance she walks out of the office, closing the door behind
herself." Again, King is impressed. Usually, after swallowing
enhanced cum all the women can ever think of is more. But the
Doctor had snapped her out of it like that. King thoughtfully
stuffed his cock back into his pants.

"Alright Mr.King, you've had your fun, at my expense. Playtime is
over. Tell me what I want to know. How did you manage to overcome
my controls on Mira?"

"Phermones. I am what is called an Enhanced Man. As are my two
bodyguards and many in my organization. Being enhanced is why we
all have the physiques we do. We are faster, stronger, more
resiliant that ordinary men. Our regenrative powers are such that
we are virtually immortal. Men such as us have a certain
presence, like the alpha male in a pack. Women feel submissive to
our overt masculinity...."

"And ordinary men feel like total wimps in your presence," The
Doctor finishes. "Thats what happened to me when I first walked
in, isn't it?"

"Correct Doctor. The phermones are strongest around our cocks."

"How is this enhancement accomplished?"

King reaches into his breast pocket and produces a vial.

"This is known as x-serum. It injected and begins to work slowly.
The complete transformation is completed in one month's time and
is totally painless. This injection is for you Doctor. And there
is more for all members of Black Mind. Join us Dr.Markson. Our
goals are the same. Think of how much more powerful you will be
enhanced! With the phermones and your mental capabilities you'll
be able to bend anyone to you will. What do you say Doctor?'

"I'm intrigued Mr.King. Very intrigued. But I've worked long and
hard for what I have accomplished with Black Mind. It will be
hard to give up control. I need more information. Tell me about
your organization. Start from the very beginning. Leave nothing
out. I want to know it all before making a decision."

"Its a very long story Doctor." Dr.Markson sat on the couch,
making himself comfortable.

"Your bodyguards won't awaken until I allow them too. I'm sure
your business interests can run themselves for an hour or two
without you. We have time Mr.King. Please, start at the
beginning."

"Very well. It was 7 years ago. I was a sixty-four year old
homeless Vietnam vet with an addiction to heroin and alchohol. I
was nobody, going nowhere, only thinking of my next hit or my
next drink. Then I was found by the Gilgamesh Project...."

When King finishes, Dr.Markson leans back and takes a deep
breath. An amazing story! He would think it was all lies if his
abilities didn't allow him to always know when someone was
telling the truth. But there it was. Now he had a decision to
make. But Dr. Joseph Markson had not come this far to give up
control of Black Mind, which he had so painstakingly built from
the ground up. And he would have to give up control, both
figuratively and literally. King had been evasive about something
during the telling of his story and Markson had interrupted and
probed until King admitted that taking the serum would cause him
to feel a strong loyalty to King, a side effect of King being the
first successful subject.

And there was another side effect that the Doctor found
distasteful....the addiction to cumming. That was a weakness and
Dr.Markson worked hard on naturally finding ways to overcome
mental and physical weakness. Oh the Doctor was no prude. Sex was
important and a man should treat himself to the feminine sex as
often as possible. But a man, a true man, should be able to
control the urge. Why, King had just admitted that in a pinch,
enhanced men often made white men service them! As far as Markson
was concerned that made them little better than animals! As the
German philosopher had said, "Man is the rope between animal and
superman." The Doctor had worked too hard to become superman to
slide back now.

And there was one final problem. The Doctor was opposed to both
drugs and all other unnatural methods of human evolution. He felt
that this too was a weakness. That men should strive to overcome
themselves and make themselves better. Doing things the easy way
led to stagnation...and stagnation was death. King and his men
hadn't earned these gifts. So they didn't respect them, just as
most people don't respect anything simply handed to them. And it
showed in how his organization carried itself. King actually
enhanced young teenage thugs! That kind of power in the hands of
children! Only their loyalty kept them in check. But if something
happened to King?

Markson just didn't know. He could see the advantages, for sure.
But at what cost?

"Mr.King. I'll need time to think on this. Give me a week."

Solomon King frowned. This wasn't what he wanted to hear. But he
was certain that Joseph Markson would come around. What choice
did he have? Even with the formidable powers at his command and
of course Black Mind, E&I could crush them with overwhelming
force. And crush them he would. Dr.Joseph Markson was a power,
and he wouldn't be allowed to challenge King's power. One way or
the other, he would be dealt with. King stood and his men stirred
and staggered to their feet, looking sheepish. Solomon walked
over to Markson who remained seated on the couch and held out his
hand.

"One week then." Markson looked up, ignoring the offered hand.
Instead he gazed at King with an intensity that made Solomon
start to sweat. After looking him up and down this way for
several seconds, Markson's eyes rested on King's, the intensity
in them gone.

"You know the way out." King's lips tightend. He'd been in the
navy and knew and order when he heard one. He'd just been
dismissed. For the last time, he swore to himself. King turned
and walked out, followed by his two men.

Markson got up and walked over to an abstract painting on the
wall. It began to glow and the colors swirled, then cleared away
and on the screen was the face of a good looking black man.

"Hello Dr.Markson. How may I assist you?"

"Hello Michael. Come to my office right away and bring Donaldson
with you. We are exposed."

"Be there in twenty minutes Dr.Markson." The the colors swirled
again and soon it was just a painting again.

Dr.Markson looked out his window. The view was spectacular but
the Doctor didn't see it. His mind was working, faster than 99.9%
of the minds on the planet and any supercomputer. Thousands of
strategies, tactics, and ideas were formed and discarded in the
space of seconds. Then one sticks. Everything else is burned away
and that one idea remains. A smile forms on the Doctor's lips.
When his men arrive, the smile is a full fledged grin.

One week later.

Sonya Dyer grunted as the huge black cock slammed into her again.
The orgasms this time were even bigger and more intense than the
last one. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. She had
been fucking black cock almost daily since joining Solomon King's
staff as his personal secretary six months ago and while it was
always great, this time it was absolutely supernatural. The man
fucking her wasn't one she'd seen around. New she had assumed. He
was heavily muscled but not in the bulky way of the usual black
men she fucked here at E&I. He was sleeker, more along the lines
of a gymnast than a football player. But that overwhelming
masculine presence was the same and so was the size and stamina
of his cock. In the end, its all Sonya really cared about. And
speaking of end....

"Turn over slut, on your hands and knees like the bitch you are!"
Sonya scrambled to comply. The moment she was in place she felt
the massive cock at the entrance of her dark hole and braced for
what was coming. Slowly the black man pushed into her ass and
Sonya came hard with every inch that slid in. She didn't know how
she managed to maintain consciousness....usually she'd have
passed out long ago. The man got his cock all the way in and then
started to fuck Sonya with urgency. The black man grinned as he
watched Sonya's generous ass bounce with each powerful thrust of
his new 12 inch cock. He'd already been banging the cunt for 3
hours and wasn't even tired. Good thing because he wanted to be
certain Solomn King saw this when he walked in....why speak of
the devil.

King walked into the office and stopped cold, the cursing of his
missing secretary dying on his lips. His shock gives way to
anger....he didn't mind his secretary fucking as long as it was a
brotha, but he did mind her using his office when he was out on
business.

"Sonya! What is the meaning of this!" But the secretary didn't
respond, lost in a world of multiple orgasms so powerful she was
unable to even think any longer. King was furious. He wasn't a
man to be ignored and with the problem he'd been having for the
last week the frustration sent him over the edge.

"Sonya! Answer me damn you! And you, who are you? Answer me or
I'll throw you out the window!" The mystery man continued to
stroke in and out of the spectacular brunette's ass then looked
up at King with a sneer.

"Mr.King, you wound me...certainly you haven't forgotten your
newest employee so soon." King starts...that voice...it couldn't
be....

"Dr.Markson?" The man fucking his secretary grins.

"You do remember me! Thats nice."

King can't believe what he is seeing. Markson has added atleast
an inch in height and maybe 75 pounds of solid muscle. But it had
only been a week since he'd last seen him and he hadn't given him
the x-serum and even with steriods, no man could bulk up so
quickly.

"I see you have questions Mr.King. Let me finish up here and I'll
answer them for you."

With that, Markson began pounding Sonya's ass with a fury that
startled even Solomon King. His hips were a blur as he slammed
his cock in and out of his secretary's great ass. Suddenly, the
Doctor tensed up and King knew he was shooting his seed into
Sonya's ass. He watched as Soyna groaned loudly, her eyes rolling
up into her head...then she collapsed. For a moment, King thought
she was dead.

"No worries King. She will live. Its just that I used my skills
of deep rapport to make her orgasms 20 times more intense as well
as keeping her conscious, or she would have passed out around the
one hour mark. But I expect she'll be napping for sometime. You'd
best turn on your answering machine."

Markson gets up and casually strolls over to the wet bar and
pours himself a brandy. King grits his teeth and walks to his
desk, pushing a button. In seconds two guards, both the ones who
accompanied him to Markson's office a week earlier rush in. They
see the stranger and move towards him.

"No," King barks. "Get that bitch off my couch and get her out of
here. Now!" The men move to comply. as they leave with her sperm
covered body between them, just barely conscious, King orders
them to close the door. The one Markson remembers as Kenny looks
at him then at King.

"You sure boss?"

"Yes! Now get out!" The door is closed and Markson smiles at
King, raising his glass.

"Fine brandy Mr.King, fine!"

"So happy you're enjoying my liquer. Now, tell me how you managed
to partially enhance yourself."

The Doctor looks at King, confused.

"Partially?"

"You aren't as big as enhanced men normally get. You're leaner.
You look to be about two weeks along if you'd taken the
X-serum...which you didn't. So how...?"

"Ahhhh. I see. Well, I hate to break it to you King but I am
fully enhanced. You see, when you were at my office, just before
you left, I scanned you...sort of remote viewed your body.
Everything...down to your dna. Now, I'm not a medical doctor so
it meant nothing to me. But we have members of Black Mind who are
medically trained and did understand what I saw. If you studied
up on me well enough you know that I believe that that we can
manipulate our bodies with our minds as easily as one can with
surgery...or drugs. Once it was understood how the x-serum
worked, it was simply a matter of making the same thing happen
using the power of the mind. Everyone who was successful was
fully enhanced in 5 days. Yes, we look leaner but think of it as
the difference between hardcore weightlifters and those who use
only bodyweight excercises and isometrics. You can't achieve the
size of weightlifter, especially one on steriods, but you can be
very ripped and yes, just as strong as a weightlifer with
dedicated excercise. Restassured King, I'm as strong and fast as
you are and my healing has been enhanced as well. And yes, the
phermones are just as potent"

"You said everyone who was successful."

"Yes, well, not everyone in Black Mind was yet skilled enough or
strong enough mentally to make the changes. Some will take more
time. Perhaps even the full month, or longer."

"They are welcome to the x-serum." Dr. Markson laughs.

"Generous of you Mr. King, very generous, but members of Black
Mind will get there on their own...or not at all."

"Yes, I recall you follow a sort of Nietzschein philosopy.
Foolish Doctor. One prick of a needle and they could all be
enhanced. Why strain and struggle when it can be done like that,
King said, snapping his fingers."

"I'd explain it to you Mr.King, but I'm sure you wouldn't
understand. Anyway, I'm here, ready to go to work for you."

"You're still joining E&I?"

"Of course. I didn't say it wasn't a good idea. I just didn't
want to be a slave. So, what is your idea."

"A new division of E&I, a secret division. Mind Corp."

"I like that. Mind Corp Division. Catchy."

"You and members of Black Mind...."

"Sorry Solomon, but Black Mind remains seperate. Only those
members who have been enhanced will be joining Mind Corp."

Solmn King frowned. "How many members have enhanced themselves.?"

"Twenty."

"Just twenty? You have 350 members!"

"As I said, enhancing naturally is difficult." King sighs.

"Fine. I'll send some of my men over for mind power training."

"Sorry again Solomon, but only naturally enhanced will be trained
at Black Mind."

King's face turns to a mask of fury. "You motherfucker! I run
E&I! I do! You will follow my orders! All of them."

"No Mr. Solomon King, I won't. E&I is yours. Black Mind is mine.
Those of us in Mind Corp Division will follow your orders
implicitly. Not because you order us to but because we believe in
the cause. We are not slaves. We will never be slaves." The
Doctor puts down his empty glass and begins to get dressed. King
calms himself and leans back in his chair.

"Fine Doctor. Now, lets discuss the matter of your revenge."
Markson chuckles.

"You got my secretary, I got your secretary. We are even King."

"That isn't what I mean you bastard!" Markson finishes dressing
and looks at King, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh, I'd forgotten all about the little gift I left behind when I
scanned you!"

"I wouldn't call being impotent a gift you son of a bitch!"

"Well, I suppose its gone on long enough. There you go Solomn,
have fun!" With that, Joseph Markson walks out.

King looks at the massive bulge in his pants with relief. The
need to come nearly made him blind with dizziness. He needed to
cum now. Hitting the button on his intercom, he called for his
secretary then when she didn't answer he remembered she was
incapacitated. He was about to call for Ann Dutton to come up
when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" King practically roared. Brooke Eranovich timidly
peeked her head in. She'd never dealt with an angry Solomon King.
He was always so cool and in control.

"Sir? I have papers you need to sign..."

"Shut up bitch and get over here now! Move bitch!" Brooke comes
in and closes the door, hustling to where King is. She didn't
want him any angrier than he already was. She came around his
desk and again saw the most perfect cock she'd ever seen in her
life.

"Don't just stand there cunt, on your knees! You've worked for me
long enough now slut, you should be getting this by now!"

Brooke dropped the papers and fell to her knees, quickly
engulfing half her employer's cock. King wasn't satisfied. He
shoved her head down forcing another three inches in and making
Brooke gag, but she didn't fight or complain. In this state she
feared what the enhanced leader would do to her. She began
sucking his cock as if her life depended on it...for all she
knew, it did.

Solomn King leans back and contemplates what has just occured.
Enhanced men he can't control. An organization to rival E&I. No,
that wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. But for now, he had to
accept it. He'd wait. He'd learned the value of patience in Nam'
and it had served him well . It would serve him again. The
arrogant Dr.Markson would slip up, and when he did, he would
learn a simple fact: There could only be one King, and that was
Solomon.

The End

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