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Disclaimer :

   Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are 
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real world there are STD’s like AIDS, this is an imaginary world 
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   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.

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   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.

  

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