The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

President Kennedy ushered in his second term with a raft of executive orders to combat the threat of mutants. Gone was the optimism of his first term.

The Department of Genetic Security (DGS) sent agents out into the field. The department of the “D” as it was simply known had just been given new imposing powers by the Congress.

From their continual improvement on procedures they tested children at fourteen years of age; most of the time mutant genes lay dormant until puberty.

Agents Kyle Chandler, and Julie Ross wore plain black suits. Julie was one of only a dozen field agents in the “D”. Killing those who displayed the mutant traits was considered tough work, and generally unsuited to a female officer.

But Julie loved her country. She was the daughter of an Admiral. Four of her brothers were in the military. One, Arnold was now in the NVOF (North Vietnam Occupation Force) following the US victory over that communist state.

She was twenty-four, fifteen years younger than her partner Kyle. They had come to the “D” from different paths. Julie had been a Harvard student. She was brilliant and clever. Kyle had come from law enforcement, via the FBI

He was practical, street-smart, experienced.

But eve he still had doubts about giving the lethal injection of Trespis-Blue to a young person, regardless of their potential threat.

And, they drove a van -called an Ice Truck. This day they had three dead in the back, and now they were moving on to the last assignment for the day.

In back, three bodies—each had been given a lethal dose of Trespis.

Each had passed the mutant test.

Julie looked at the clipboard.

Andy Anderson, 14. He had been reported by two of his teachers as a suspect. He lived alone with his mom Helga.

Julie checked the details on the clipboard before drawing out the file from the bag.

The file showed his mom was a migrant from North Germany… she had fled the communist south. She had married Andrew Anderson (Sr.) and had one and only son Andy a month after her husband had died in a single-car accident.

She had done well to raise him on her own.

At school he had shown academic gifts. He was smart. He was ahead of the curve. This alone was not enough to draw suspicions. But he had shown a tendency to display ‘gifts’. Julie stopped and checked through the file again

There was no further details.

Julie thought about Jane. Jane had pyro-tech abilities. She’d set fire—just with her mind. Jacob was a shifter. He’d been able to alter his face to anyone he’d physically contacted. Simon had been inhumanly strong—and injecting him had been only achievable through guile.

And, then she thought of Rex Montana—a man in his forties with the ability to cause quakes—sonic shock waves emanating from his hands. He had gone about the mid-west rocking the foundations of banks, robbing them by striding through the rubble, but that was not the worst

In four towns he’d gone to the local police and caved the buildings in on the officers there before going on to the banks. He’s killed fourteen officers that way… before he was eventually stopped.

Rita Hemsworth, Ivan Benkman, Francis LaSalle, Reggie White—the number of mutants that had killed, maimed, robbed… it was a growing phenomena.

Kennedy had been swift, decisive. Calling off a trip to Dallas he’s assembled the heads of the Pentagon, the CIA, the Department of Agriculture, and the FBI along with his cabinet to decide on how to deal with them

The people demanded action.

The Supreme Court upheld the XXV Amendment—human rights only covered humans. And mutants were something else entire.

Sure there had been some outspoken critics. Dr. Martin Luther King was not just a spokesman, but head of the Underground Railroad—a network of safe houses to shelter and guide mutants out of the United States and into Canada.

Mexico was already finishing off a wall. They had a shoot-on-sight policy to stop illegals trying to get in. The United States condemned them before the UN whilst doing everything they could to financially assist a regime that’s policy was far harsher than the American one.

Two camps had been set up in occupied North Vietnam—at Hanoi, and Haiphong. But these were now being closed down. Holding mutants was incredibly difficult

Euthanasia seemed the best solution.

Helga saw the cops outside only when their flashing lights gave notice. She opened up the door. A mistake. Then she saw the black “D” van drive up.

“Are you Helga Anderson?” Kyle asked

“Yes”

“We’re from the Department of Genetic Security”

“What?”

“The DGS” Kyle added, “I’m Agent Chandler” Kyle held up his ID, “And this is Agent Ross…” he said. Julie held up her ID

“What…? What can I do for you?”

“We’d like to ‘talk’ to your son… Andy, is it?”

“Yes, Andy… er… but why?”

“National Security” Kyle said

“Ah, look, don’t you need a warrant?”

“No” Kyle said “Under s.45 of US Code 4922 we may enter any building where a mutto…”

“A ‘special’ person” Julie corrected

“Er… yes, a ‘special person’ is reasonably believed to be within”

“Look I…” she began

“Out of my way!” Kyle said, and barged past

“Hey!” she cried

“What are you doing to my mom?” Andy said as he approached.

Kyle fingered his gun

“Hi” Julie smiled, “I’m Julie Ross”. She was obviously trying to defuse the situation.

“What do you want?” he said

“We’re from the government… we’re simply hear to give you a free test”

“What sort of test?”

“One that will help us better understand you…”

She looked to her partner who relaxed

“That’s okay, isn’t it Mrs Anderson?” Julie said

“Ah… I suppose so… what do you think, Andy?”

“Sure” he shrugged

Julie breathed a sigh of relief. She preferred that things went without ‘incident’.

“I’ll be conducting the test” Julie said “Is there some place where we can sit… preferably with a table”

“In here…” Helga began

“I think you should stay out of this” Kyle threatened

She looked at the hate in his eyes and she quivered

“Er… honey?” she said “Can you take this nice young lady into the kitchen…I’ll just stay and talk with this gentleman”

“Sure, okay, mom” Andy said “This way”

He lead Julie into the kitchen. The house was normal. They usually were. The kids too… like Andy were often normal looking too

She’d had one time where the girls mutation lead her to have a blue skin pigmentation. Another a boy had horns starting to bud from his scalp.

But, Andy looked normal.

She had with her a black case this had the drug she would use to kill him… if the test was positive. With her was another bag, and this had the test.

“Please take a seat” she said to him as she started to unpack onto the table.

“What is this?” he asked

“I’m going to give you a number of questions, and monitor your results… and then, I’m going to administer a sedative…” she lied as she sat down too.

The tests were not the real ‘test’. The test was her observation of him during the test. Normally the mutation worked in stress… unless it was obvious already such as the pigmented skin, or horns

She gave him a paper—it has a complex maze

“Can you complete this?” she smiled

“Sure…” he said

She rolled a pencil across to him and he began the maze… and without stopping drew the line through and out… she was impressed.

“Thank you” she said, taking the paper back

“That man…” he began

“My partner?” she asked as she took out the next test—a general knowledge quiz

“Yes…” Andy said

“What about him?”

“He wants to kill me”

“Ah… why do you say that?”

“He thought it”

“Wait… you can read his mind?”

“Yes” he smiled, “I can read yours too”

She stopped in her tracks. She wasn’t sure if he was joking. A psychic would be difficult to trick. She might have to add the Trespis-Blue to his drink and get him to take it that way

“You want to kill me too?”

“No” she snorted a laugh

“You will not kill me”

“I… I will not?”

“Look into my eyes”

“Yes?”

“You will not kill me”

“I will not kill you”

“You will protect me”

“I will protect you”

“You will kill your partner”

“I will kill my partner” she said. She turned and opened up the case containing the Trespis-Blue

It was bright blue, in a number of vials. She had a hypodermic needle. She broke a vial and loaded the needle

“Kyle” she called “Can you come look at this…?”

“Sure” he said as he turned to Helga “Don’t leave—there’s four cops outside who have orders to shoot if you run”

“Don’t hurt my boy” she cried

He smiled a sneer and walked into the kitchen

“What is it?”

“Look at this…” Julie said pointing to a paper

He bend over to have a look

Suddenly she jabbed the needle in his rear and depressed the plunger

“What the f…” he gasped before he collapsed on the table… then his weight drew him to the floor.

Helga ran in, fearing the worst

“My baby!” she cried as she embraced him

“What did I just do?” Julie gasped

“Look at me”

“Yes”

“You will always obey me”

“I will always obey you”

“You will protect me and my mother”

“Yes” she said

“Baby?” Helga gasped “What’s going on”

“Look into my eyes mom”

“Yes”

“You will obey me”

“I will obey you, Son”

“Both of you will always want to do what I say” he said turning first to one, then the other

“Yes” Julie said.

“Yes” Helga said.

“Help us escape” he said

“Yes” Julie nodded

And so she did…

Canada welcomed Helga and her son as refugees. Julie was also granted asylum—an assessor came to their Toronto safe-house and Andy had her sign and approve of everything.

As Andy grew Julie became his lover, along with his mother. The two women became his first sexual conquests. And, there would be others.

Candace Owner, a black reporter for Canada’s CBC was doing a story on the mutant refugees.

Some had joined Canada’s law enforcement agencies and worked to combat crime—not just by mutants, but by humans as well.

Candace arrived at the Toronto address of Andy Anderson. Her notes said that he had now lived in Canada for several years—but no longer went to school. She wondered why he had got away with this.

Julie answered the door. Julie was heavily pregnant (again—her third child with Andy, her master)

“Yes?” she asked

“Excuse me for calling so late” Canada said “I’m with CBS”

“We don’t…” she began

“Who is it?” Andy called

“It’s a reporter, master?”

“Master “ Candace laughed

Andy opened the door wider “You want to come in…” he said

“No… I just… yes, I want to come in” she said as she stepped up and brushed past them both

She stopped in the vestibule of the large mansion and wondered how they could afford to live here

A young girl came rushing up and wrapped her arms around Andy’s leg

“What is it you little scamp?”

“Mom says I have to eat my veggies”

“Yes, if you want to grow up to be big and strong… Oh, look, I’m sorry” he said turning to Candace, “This is my eldest daughter Connie”

“Your… your daughter?” Candace gasped…. she thought he was too young to have a daughter that age—he only looked like he was 20.

“Go tell our mother that you’re going to eat all your veggies like a good girl” he said, “Okay?”

“Okay” she said, resigned

Candace noted too that he said “our mother” not “your mother”

“Excuse me?” she asked, not noticing Julie close the door behind her

“Yes, what?”

“You said “our mother”?”

“Yes… Connie is my daughter through my mom… Helga”

“What?”

“I have two children with my mother… and some with this other slave of mine… Julie”

Candace turned to Julie who smiled and wasn’t offering any contradiction

“What the hell’s going on here?”

“Tell me…” he said “Why have you come here?”

“I’m doing a story on Mutants—er, I mean ‘special people’ here in Canada”

“And why me? Why me now?”

“Ah…well you’re on the list of registered mutants”

“A list?”

“Yes…”

“I don’t like that”

“It must be held by a government agency” Julie said

“Can you get rid of it?”

“I think so, Master” she said

“Do it”

“Yes, Master… it may take some time”

“And you… “ he said turning to Candace “Who in your organisation has my records?”

“Just my producer and myself” Candace said

“You will get rid of these” he said “I want to maintain an animosity”

“Yes, I will get rid of these…” she said, “No… wait, why… I?”

“You are confused”

“I am confused”

“You will obey me”

“I will obey you” she said “No… yes… not why am I … what are you doing to me”

“Take off your clothes”

“No way!” she protested but began taking off her clothes anyway, “What the fuck…?”

“You want to fuck me”

“I want to fuck you” she said, “No… Oh, yes, I… I want to fuck you”

“You can’t help but being attracted to me”

“Yes, oh my, you’re so hot”

“Come” he said as he lead her to the bedroom.

“Yes”

Candace would also bear his children…