The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Decerto Terminus

by J. Darksong & Baltimore Rogers

Part 3)

I vaguely recall a cartoon from years back that I saw in passing as Katie and Jimmy sat staring spellbound at the screen. It was a show called ‘Tiny Toon Adventures’, an adaptation/modernization/spinoff/whatever from the original Warner Brothers “Looney Toons”. You know, Bug Bunny, Daffy Duck, and the rest. I never watched the show myself, had seen it in passing only the one time, but the words of one of the characters speaking struck true and firm in my memory: “Nothing easy is ever simple.”

Lying hunched over on the ground just inside the Manhattan city limits, my armor sizzling and smoking from the explosive blast that had put me in this position, I pondered the simple truth of those words.

“Armor Man!” the shining silver clad female shouted out, hovering several feet off the ground above me. “You are wanted for questioning in a series of questionable incidents and the destruction of a military research facility. Please deactivate your weapon systems and come along peacefully.”

Really? Did she honestly think that she could simply talk me into surrendering? Dusting myself off, regaining my feet, I answered back, simultaneously scanning the area for innocent bystanders that might be hurt or injured if things escalated. “Forgive me for being new in town,” I said, allowing my onboard AI system time to sort through a list of pre-planned strategies. “You’re the Shining Paladin, are ye not? New York’s latest armored heroine? I’ve heard quite a bit about you from the local news. Everyone has good things to say about you. Funny, they never mentioned a penchant for sucker punching your enemies from behind without provocation. Hardly the behavior of a paladin.”

“Worry not about MY behavior, rogue!” she replied heatedly, dropping down to the street, stalking towards me. “It is your behavior of late that is in question! You have been on an unsolicited rampage for the past several weeks, attacking innocent citizens at random, as well as several civilian and government facilities!”

Civilian? “Hold a moment,” I said frowning. “I don’t know where you get your information, lass, but every single person I’ve gone after has been a criminal. I didn’t destroy that government facility, that was done by someone else. And I’ve certainly never attacked a civilian research facility!”

“I see. Thou art a poor liar, Armor Man,” Paladin said with a shake of her head. “Deny all you wish, but GrimTech has released video footage to the media of you entering and leaving the main office of their River City headquarters just the other day after threatening the company’s CEO!”

What?!? Patching in to a nearby communications tower, I saw the newsfeed firsthand through my visor. I had to give it to them. Well played. They’d managed to piece together several frames of me landing and taking off from Nigel’s office balcony, as well as me, fully armored, inside Nigel’s office, before I shut down the communications relay. They’d even included enough of the conversation to make it seem as though I was trying to extort and threaten Nigel into giving me the formula, instead of trading it for the prototype.

Grimalde did this? No, say what you will about the man but this wasnae his handiwork, particularly after making it a point of pride that he would nae go after me. It was Patricia. I cannae imagine how she managed to defy her husband, laird, and master, but it’s the only explanation. Grimalde’s little barking dog had managed to take a bite out of me after all. And true to form for a legal expert, she’d managed to do so without violating any of the terms of our unspoken twenty-year ‘truce’—she hadnae outed me, she hadnae revealed my secret identity, and all of the footage showed me only in my armor. And adding to the bad press about me was indeed proving to be a major distraction, as the Paladin’s untimely arrival demonstrated.

Note to self: If I survive the next three days and my encounter with Duncan, remember to pay a visit to Nigel Grimalde’s loving young wife and put a boot up her arse!

Shutting down the feed, Lacie’s words about walking the ‘dark path’ fresh in my mind, I turned my attention back to the young heroine blocking my path. “Alright, Lass. Ye got the drop on me fair and square. You proved you have what it takes to take down an old timer like myself. Congratulations. Ye should be proud. As to the specifics about my activities of late...there is more going on here than you realize. And while I’d love to explain it to you, I simply do not have the time. I have some place I need to be—uuurrrkk!”

“Sorry, Armor Man,” the young upstart crowed, holding me taunt in an electrostatic field, “but the only place thou art going is to the police station. I’ve disabled your armor, so you’re going to sit here, nice and pretty, until the police arrive.”

Sighing inwardly, I simply rerouted my armor’s systems, and rotated frequencies to the inverse opposite of her little field, dispersing it. The effect knocked her back several feet and sent her to the ground in surprise. “Wh...what? What happened?” she asked, sounding less like a fifteenth century knight and more like a typical teenager. “How did you do that? That’s impossible...your armor should be completely frozen up!”

“Listen, lass,” I said, striving for patience, “I’m trying to cut ye a break. Yer a fine heroine. But ye’re young and inexperienced. Yer suit is...cute. Very novel design. Reminds me a bit of one of my earlier models. But I can say with no amount of hubris that mine simply outclasses yers in every way.” I turned and walked away. “If the fates allow us to cross paths again, perhaps I’ll treat you to an upgrade.” Activating my jets, I took to the sky once more.

Perhaps I was being overly optimistic in hoping that she’d gotten the message. Maybe I had taken my talk with Lacie about going down the wrong path more to heart that I realized. Whatever the reason, I felt no need to humiliate the youngster who was, for all intents and purposes, merely trying to do the right thing and take down a wanted criminal. Still...the practical, logical, analytical part of me determined the chances of Shining Paladin simply letting the matter drop without trying for one last all-out assault extremely low. And when my scanners detected her suit’s energy signature coming up behind me fast, with weapons locked, I knew I was going to have to drive the point home.

Painfully so.

“You’re not getting away that easily!” she yelled out in challenge, firing a barrage of mini sidewinder missiles at me, while firing several shots from a standard issue pulse cannon mounted on her shoulder. My AI, still in defensive mode, activated my sonic shields, creating a pulsing vibrating field around my armor, disrupting and destroying the missiles before impact. The pulse cannons I simply avoided, my AI again scanning and locking on to the weapon’s firing pattern, initiating evasive maneuvers without me having to lift a finger. Not to be outdone by my own computer, however, I switched my helmet’s scanner to manual, and began probing her suit’s systems in depth.

“Hey...what the...what are you doing to my suit!?!” she yelled out in outrage as her own sensors alerted her to the intrusion. “Get out of my software, dammit!” she shrieked, launching what appeared to be her suit’s ultimate attack, a simultaneous forward assault of every weapon she carried. not that I intended to let that happen. Finishing my scan, determining that her suit was NOT directly linked to any life support functions, I activated the small pulse cannon located on MY left shoulder.

“Null energy cannon fire!” I said aloud, sending a narrow beam of black ebony light at my silver plated adversary. The beam struck true, and instantly, every system in her suit simply shut down. Including her boot jets, she realized in a panic, as she began to drop the several hundred feet back down to the New York City streets. Of course, I dinnae want that to happen, so I swooped in, catching the falling heroine, and depositing her safely on the ground. I manually detached her faceplate, revealing a rather attractive face, in the full bloom of youth. Bugger me...she’s about the same age as my wee Katherine. Indeed, the angry expression this girl showed was the same as when my daughter’s temper had reached its boiling point.

“How DARE you!” she hissed. “You fucking DARE you remove my helmet! You...you...prick!” Her eyes were red with unshed tears. “I can’t believe I ever used to look up to you! You dirty, no count fucking scumbag!”

“Now, now, that’s enough young lady!” I snapped, scowling at her. “Insult me as ye wish, but watch the profanity! I dinnae let my daughter speak that way, and I certainly won’t accept it from you.”

“SHUT UP!” she yelled, struggling to get to her feet in her now useless metallic suit. “JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!” Growling, struggling, shaking, trying to get free, but all in vain. Shrugging, I turned to leave again. “When I get out of this...I swear I’ll get even with you...I’ll tell all the other Supers about this...” I stopped walking, considering. “...and they’ll all come after you! They’ll take you down where I failed!” I turned and started walking back towards her. “And they’ll never stop coming after you...not ’til they bring you to...um...justice?” she faltered seeing my standing over her now. I held up a gauntleted hand towards her, pulsing with power. “Wh...what are you gonna do?” she asked, suddenly fearful.

“Just this,” I replied, beaming a bright silvery flash at the girl. She gasped, then shuddered slightly, eyes rolling up into her head. It was still a prototype, but the ‘Silver’ gun had worked so well on its test run with those maintenance workers that I decided to make it part of my arsenal. Paladin sighed softly, eyes going half-lidded, “Now, then, lassie...I’d love to have the chance to deal with ye properly, but as I said, I’m in a bit of a hurry.” Reaching down, I pulled her back to her feet, and replaced her faceplate. “Now then, follow me. Act normally. If anyone approaches you or talks to you, say nothing. Leave the talking to me. Do ye understand, lass?”

“Yes,” she sighed again, sounding utterly high as a kite. “I understand.”

Damn Lacie and her little speech. For necessity’s sake, I should have simply left the girl stranded, her armor deactivated, and completely blitzed out from my ray. Of course, the chances of someone finding her and taking advantage of her in that state before the effect wore off was too great to leave to chance. In her current frame of mind, she’d obey any command given to her. With the idea being to command her to forget seeing me or meeting me at all, I needed a minimum of five or six uninterrupted minutes, and an area of peace and quiet to work. And since we were currently standing in an alleyway in the midtown Manhattan in the middle of the day, the only option was to bring her along with me.

A short walk later, and we arrived at the entrance of the huge high rise skyscraper that housed MedTek’s New York office. My lass seems to be doing well for herself, I noted, glancing around at the interior. Sighing softly, I activated my suit’s stealth mode, and ordered Paladin to enter the building. Seeing only her, a well known local heroine, the front desk secretary has no qualms about allowing her access to the building. Whispered instructions directed her into the ladies room with me shadowing her. Fortune continued to favor us—the restroom was empty. Securing the door, I turned back to my unwitting companion.

“Does your suit have an emergency quick release?” I asked her. She answered yes. “Good. Activate your emergency release, and remove your armor.” She did so, and I paused to wonder idly what kind of interface her armor used. Her breastplate disengaged and fell to the floor, and my eyes widened at the sight of her freed breasts. Holy Cecil B. DeMille, I thought, momentarily spellbound, as more and more skin was exposed with each removed section. I hadnae thought to ask if her suit required bare skin contact to interface—it never occurred to me that she might be naked underneath her armor! And as much as I love and adore my Lacie girl, even at my regrettably advanced age, I must admit to having the libido of a man half my age. Adjusting my suddenly uncomfortable codpiece, I averted my eyes...for a moment or two.

Curse me for a dirty old man if ye must, but I looked. The girl was young, vibrant, and beautiful, with long blonde hair, and soft pale clear skin. Some of my embarrassment faded as I noted that she wasnae technically nude; she wore a thin translucent body stocking over her entire body, from her neck down to her toes, as well as a pair of thin white panties covering her privates. She was, indeed, a vision, and a lovely one, made even more so by the blankness in her eyes, and the knowledge that she was mine for the taking. A simple word from me, and her thighs would spread, her chest would heave, her toes would curl...those warm inviting lips would open...

No! Damn yer eyes, Eugene Frasier, ye must be well past daft to even THINK of such a thing! I chided myself harshly. Dammit man, she’s the same age as wee Katie! Ye might as well be pondering having sex with her!

That, more than anything, killed my arousal. Thinking of the girl as a substitute for my twenty year old daughter was like a splash of icy cold water down my spine. I may have my ample share of faults, but lusting after my own daughter was nae one of them. Sighing heavily, forcing myself back to the task at hand, I finished Shining Paladin’s instructions. First and foremost, I forbade her to tell anyone else about our meeting unless I told her to. Secondly, I prevented her from being able to attack me, or cause me harm in any way. Third, I instructed her to forget my true identity one minute after I dismissed her and we separated. Finally, as a stop-gap for any creative loopholes she might come up with to try and work around my instructions, I told her to obey any direct commands I, and only I, gave her once she awakened fully from her trance.

* * *

Duncan sat at his desk, scowling, hands steepled at his chin, tapping lightly on his lip with a forefinger. Thinking. He’d just received an interesting phone call from an unlikely source, giving him some rather important information. The question before him was...how to respond to that information.

On one hand, the knowledge that his brother was in possession of an extremely powerful psychoactive genetic recombinant serum was important. It was very much a ‘game changer’. And assuming my younger sibling isn’t a complete and total dullard, he could very well use that serum to against me to neutralize the carefully wrought changes I’ve made to my perfect body. His stupid little toys are no threat at all...but that serum. Damn. I’ll need to tread lightly after all.

On the other hand...it rankled severely the fact that some nosy little busybody had had to provide the information to him...had DARED to call his private line and leave him a message—as if she were doing him a ‘favor’? The idea that he NEEDED HELP from anyone, particularly a woman, displeased him greatly. First, she had stepped into matters beyond her ken, into his affairs, and that was not to be tolerated. Ever. Secondly, even well meaning and sincere, she had compromised Eugene’s big play, his ‘trump card’, as it were, perhaps saving him from losing but ruining the game.

Decades of careful planning, of pushing Gene, provoking him, taunting him, testing him...trying to make this final confrontation between us a memorable one...and all of it ruined in one fell swoop! It’s like peeking in while your parents wrap your Christmas presents: getting the actual gift is almost anticlimactic once the thrill and suspense of the gift is gone.

Scowling deeper, he switched on his computer, doing a search for this ‘Patricia Sellars Grimalde’, checking on exactly who the ‘little bird’ that had provided the information really was. His eyebrows rose as the information listed showed, her title as a Federal Chief Prosecutor, her impressive conviction record, as well as public awards and commendations. Not reconciling her ‘squeaky clean’ public image with the informant that had contacted him, he opened a second window, his ‘underworld’ file, a list of all his criminal contacts from the past fifty years. And while Patricia Grimalde came up empty, he did find a rather interesting listing on a ‘Nigel Grimalde’, her husband. Cross checking brought an evil grin to his face, and pulling up his DNA sample collection confirmed it. Ahhhh. Interesting. ‘Little bird’, indeed. Not sure what caused the bad blood between her and my brother, but I think I can accept that the information is valid. And Grimalde...if memory serves, GrimTech is heavily involved in biological and genetic research. I’d be willing to bet that THAT’S the source of the serum Eugene obtained, and part of the reason she is so hell bent on getting it back.

Nodding to himself, he pulled up a number from another file, and dialed it. “Yes. It’s me,” he said simply as soon as the man on the other side picked up. “I trust you’ve finished your assignment?” He nodded. “Interesting. Well, a little insanity should only make it all the easier to plant the few remaining explosives and take your leave of the city. Just make sure that you finish within the next three hours. I’ll be switching on the system at any time. If you wish to live and collect your payment, I suggest you be done before then.”

He chuckled silently at that. Truth be told, the man wouldn’t last the day. Steps had already been taken to cut free any loose threads that might lead back to him, including his own right-hand man, MacDonald. Once Eugene was out of the picture, and his ‘special project’ had come to fruition, he would have no further need for minions at all.

He listened to the man for a moment more, nodding again. “Very well. That is acceptable. I do, however, have one little addition. Make it sixty-four bombs instead. A nice even number. And I want the final bomb placed in the basement of a high rise building downtown...in Grimalde Tower.”

* * *

I took a step or two back as Paladin awakened from her trance, allowing her a chance to get her bearings. It took a moment, but soon enough it all came back to her, and seeing me, she opened her mouth to scream. “Quiet!” I barked harshly. “Speak in a normal talking voice. No shouting. No screaming, No yelling. Do nothing to attract undo attention to us.” Her mouth opened and closed a few time, and her face went through the entire gamut of expressions, before finally setting on intense annoyance and frustration.

“Huh? Wh...What did you do to me?” she asked in a calm, almost bored voice. “Why did you drag me here? And...and...why am I naked?“

“I used my Silver Gun to temporarily usurp your will, making you obedient to me,” I replied wearily, deactivating my own armor. “I gave you a few harmless commands to bring you to heel and make sure you don’t come after me again. As for your...ahem...state of undress? I told you to remove your armor, not realizing you were unclothed underneath.” Reaching into my pocket, I tossed her a small thin silver necklace. “Place that around your neck. It should help preserve your modesty.”

“No way, I’m not putting any...any...ah, fuck,” she murmured as her hands obeyed my command, slipping the necklace around her neck. My technology easily scanned her form, and a series of hard light particles rained down over her body, creating a realistic holographic representation of a navy blue T-shirt and jeans. Surprised, she glanced at me in awe. I merely shrugged.

“Ye’ll have to do with bare feet for the moment, I’m afraid. I didnae bring any shoes, and the hologram doesnae extend underneath ye. Regardless, it should suffice for the time being, until the null energy effect on your armor’s systems wear off.” I shrugged. “I need to go. I’m late for a meeting upstairs, and you should be safe enough to make it home on your own now.” I turned to walk away, content that I hadn’t done anything to hurt the girl other than bruise her ego. I was a bit surprised when she reached out and grabbed my arm, though.

“Wait...so...you’re just leaving me here?” she asked, doubtfully, her expression unreadable. “Just going to walk away and leave me here...untouched? Not even going to tie me up or anything?”

“Nae. Yer free to go whenever ye like, as long as ye don’t cause me any more trouble.”

I again, turned to walk out and again, she grabbed my arm. “But...you’re a bad guy, right?” she asked, her voice low and strange...husky even. “You beat me...you captured me. You even took control of my mind.” She glanced down at her feet for a moment, unable to meet my eyes. “And...you didn’t even...yanno...do anything to me?”

It took about half a second for it to click. Oh bloody hell! Of all the juvenile... Then I relaxed and calmed myself. She was still young after all...still new to the hero game. I actually recall my wee Katie girl awkwardly asking her mom and I something along those lines, and Lacie’s deep blush, showing she knew exactly what our daughter was driving at. It’s more than simply a cliché, mind...the idea of young heroes and heroines being captured, tied up, and assaulted, or violated sexually against their wills. And, strange as it might seem, a number of heroes and heroines actually enjoyed that aspect of the job. In short...the girl young enough to be my daughter standing before me was actually upset that I hadn’t violated her!

After arguing with myself for several seconds over the pros and cons, I decided to bring her along to the meeting with me. If nothing else, it would give me more time to decide just what to do with her. I wasn’t going to have sex with her—THAT much was definite. Still, she was my responsibility, and I’d lose even more sleep than I already did if I left her behind only to have her throw herself at some dangerous criminal in the hopes of experiencing that thrill that I’d apparently denied her. A quick glance at my watch told me time was short. I was running late, and I knew MedTek’s CEO had a flight to catch. Sprinting to the elevator, my captive and I ascended, heading slowly up to the top floor. Standing in silence, listening to elevator music, I glanced down at the girl.

“So...um. What’s your name?”

“Do I have to tell you?” she asked, her expression hard. “Is that another command?“

“No. Not really. Just making small talk...and I’d like to call ye something other than ‘girl’.” Stony silence was her reply. “Tch. Fine. I’ll go first. My name is Eugene,” I said extending my hand. “What’s yours?”

“You can call me Paladin,” she said coldly, her eyes seeming to dare me to force the issue. I’ll admit it. Under other circumstances, in another time and place, I might actually enjoy taming such a spirited girl. This wasn’t the time, however, and most definitely not the place. As the elevator opened, and I stepped out, I saw a look of fear sweep over her face. “The top floor? Maa...aahh, Ms. Patrick’s office? I...I can’t go in there. I need to leave,” she said, retreating back into the elevator.

“Stop.” I replied before she could press the down button. “Come out of there. You had your chance to leave earlier. Now you’re coming with me.”

“Wait! No! Please!” she pleased even as she followed behind me, keeping perfect step. “Please! Don’t make me go in there! You don’t understand!”

Reaching the main door, I pushed the open, and a lovely dark haired woman stood up from an expansive oak wood desk. “Excuse me? This is a private office, and I’m afraid I’m just leaving for a very important meeting...” She stopped, then, frowning slightly, leaning forward to peer at me. “Wait a second. I know that face...Eugene? Eugene Frasier? Is that you?”

I grinned, chuckling softly. “And here I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize me after all this time. Hello, Tina, lass...it’s been a while.” I stepped forward to hug her, and received a kiss on the cheek as well.

“Been a while? More like twenty years!” she chided me. “You really should keep in touch. And...” she stopped, frowning. “Erika? What in the world are you doing here?”

“Erika?” I said dubiously, looking from the girl back to my friend and back, a sneaking suspicion growing by leaps and bounds. “I take it you know this young lady?”

“Know her? I should say so,” Tina Patrick replied, arms crossed at her chest. “She’s my daughter.”