The Institute Stories Set 01

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"Clean them up," I told the crowd.

"Let's try again," I said when the two men were brought back.

"You already know, don't you?" an assemblywoman asked. "You did something to their minds."

"If I take what I need, I can't give you the opportunity to hang with them," I said.

"The Institute classified them as genetically anomalous," she offered. "The Mayor's been in power for longer than the young officer you sent has been alive."

"He threw his support behind the Captain when the position became available," someone else spoke up with. "They've been messing with what's taught about the Institute and Positives for years."

"The Institute had no right to deny me a child!" the Mayor screamed at me.

"We know the Institute prevents research into other solutions," the Captain said, made brave by the Mayor's foolish act. "The Institute is only interested in protecting their power."

"I see," I said.

The entire assembly set themselves. No Positives, no sex -- no sex, no children. The men's actions should not have been tolerated; non-Positives had lynched people for less.

"Since Red Falls is obviously populated entirely by Geddonists, let me provide your heart's desire," I said. "The city is now under Institute Quarantine."

They roared accusations at each other. They had reason to be scared; the last Quarantine leveled at an entire community had been to destroy a company caught manufacturing Positive inhibiting drugs over thirty years before. The city had imploded into violence with the city leaders and company executives quartered.

I silenced them by raising my hand a minute later.

"But since your Captain has so much confidence in other solutions," I said. "I will allow the bio-techs to experiment with in-vitro fertilizations here. They'll be pleased to hear so many have volunteered; women who want to try the method have been few and far between in recent decades."

"Please!" the woman who had spoken before said. "Don't do this to us!"

"We can do it if they give us the scientists, Marcia," the Captain said. "This is what we wanted."

"Shut up, Marcus!" she screamed in fury. "They tried! They tried and failed so many times with so many women that WE voted to give the Director everything he asked for. He convinced women first that Positives were our only hope, you fucking idiot!"

"It worked once," the Mayor protested.

She gave him a look so full of venom I was surprised he did not collapse in immediate cardiac arrest.

"One successful in-vitro pregnancy since the Event," she said sadly. "And in the twenty-two years since his birth, those records have been sealed by a unanimous vote of the House and Senate with every President since confirming it. The Supreme Court has accepted every case challenging the seal and unanimously voted against unsealing the records EVERY time."

Everyone was looking at me.

"I don't know what the records say," I told them. "The Director hasn't let me read them either."

"You're lying," the Mayor accused. "You are that baby; the Director would tell you. He's very fond of the truth, isn't he?"

I sighed and shook my head.

"What do we have to do to avoid a Quarantine?" Marcia asked.

I put a bullet in the Mayor's head, and one in the Captain's.

"A good place to start is everyone stop trying to annoy me," I said after the bodies stopped twitching.

"PUT THEM DOWN!" Marcia yelled at the cops pointing guns at me. I holstered my weapon and looked around to see how many more were going to have to die over the men's stupidity. The assembly members dispersed and talked to the officers making sure the guns were put away before I took any more action.

I stood between the bodies to keep the results of challenging the Institute's authority fresh in the gathered assembly members' minds.

"Do you want to avoid a Quarantine?" I asked.

They nodded in unison.

"I have just finished mentoring a new Institute Operative," I told them. "I will have her based out of Red Falls and task her with ensuring the damage is undone."

They nodded eagerly; I did not need to use my power to know what they were thinking.

"While normally getting a Positive to live in Red Falls would be a boon, believe me, not if they're an Operative," I said. "New Operatives are prone to enthusiasm. I'm sure the Director will have some strict instructions for Sheila after he reads my report. Considering the Director's orders are zealously administered by the most experienced Operative, I can't imagine the lengths Sheila will go to put a smile back on his face when he hears the name Red Falls."

They winced and with good reason; I was the least destructive of five active Operatives.

I turned to walk towards the hotel, only to be stopped by Marcia's hand on my arm.

"Lucinda, the Positive, has my daughter," she told me.

"So?"

"My daughter has given Lucinda reason to be angry with her," she said carefully.

"How much reason?" I asked.

"A lot," the young officer answered when the assemblywoman would not. I turned to stare at him.

"Jennifer has a reputation," the officer told me. "Lucinda was her favorite victim in high school."

I turned back to the assemblywoman.

"Jennifer is the daughter of a Positive," she said as if it explained her failure as a parent.

"Do you understand what 'stop trying to annoy me' means?" I asked.

"We always thought that she would..."

"I'm going to let you in on a little secret," I said. "If the Director believed the statistic the bio-techs throw around about the children of Positives being more likely to be born Positive, he would have every single one of us on a breeding schedule."

"But the studies?"

"The studies are interpreted by bio-techs too eager to please a man they've canonized," I said. "There are enough statistics to say that only one out of five hundred thousand children are born Positive. There are not enough children of Positives to say with any surety that it improves those odds. We could have gotten lucky. Even if the bio-techs are right, twice as likely leaves two hundred forty-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine chances that your daughter was not born Positive."

I turned away and gave some thought to how the information altered the dynamics of the situation.

"How long have they been up there?" I asked.

"A couple of hours, sir," the officer replied.

"Okay," I said nodding. "I'm hungry so I can give Lucinda another hour with Jennifer before I pay her a visit."

"But my daughter!" the woman protested.

"My case loss ratio being half of everyone else's makes me the best Institute Operative ever, as if being only 2 million children behind were an achievement to be proud of," I told her. "Lucinda has to enable five hundred thousand babies that grow up to have babies of their own for us to stay at population G-Zero."

She took a step back as I put a hand on my holster.

"We haven't achieved G-Zero since the Event," I said. "I'm not here to fix the problem you created; I'm here to fix the one your daughter might have."

"I want everyone off the street," I told the officer. "Have a cop watch every exit from a distance in case Lucinda gets bored before I get back. If any of you gets within fifty feet of her, you'll be burying another body"

I walked back to the gravcar.

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The door to Room 313 was unlocked so I let myself in. A tall brunette with body proportions falling on the thick side was standing at the head of the bed with a blonde between her legs. Both were intensely focused: the blonde on her duty, and the brunette on the effects of the blonde's diligent attention to that duty.

I closed the door loudly to get their attention. The blonde jumped, but the brunette cut off any further movement by grabbing a fistful of a blonde hair.

"Lucinda?" I asked the brunette.

"They sent another cop?" the brunette asked sneering.

"You don't recognize the uniform?" I asked. She looked me up and down, but shook her head.

"I'll have to give Sheila instructions of my own about Red Falls," I said.

"Who's Sheila?" Lucinda asked. "You know what, never mind! I want to see Jennifer stuffed with cock. Come here!"

An Institute Positive would have known better than to try their talent on an Operative, and the thought of using it on me terrified most of them.

"That smells good," I told her. Lucinda had a delicate touch with her pheromones; they did not assault, instead tried to undermine. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Every Pheromonic had a signature, regardless of the effect they were trying to engineer. Lucinda's signature was written in tropical citrus.

"Come here!" she ordered as the pleasant scent overcame any other smell in the room. I tilted my head and stared at her.

"Come here" she said unsurely. Lucinda was too new to her talent to have real confidence in its ability.

"You're not doing anything wrong," I said. "In fact, you're very good; a little less than average in strength but that could be a lack of training. You have a naturally slow and subtle approach, which makes for the best Pheromonics. You're going to be the apple in quite a few of your instructors' eyes, Lucinda. You'd be amazed how many of your kind think they need to use the sledgehammer approach like a Telepathic."

"Who are you?" she asked pushing Jennifer away. Lucinda was ready to bolt and would have if I had not been standing between her and the door. I smiled and stretched a hand out to Jennifer.

"Come...here," I said slowly. The hand gesture and voice were a touch of drama necessary to break through Lucinda's confusion. Jennifer's head and eyes rolled back as my jacking, gentled for this purpose, infused her with pleasure. She leaned towards me, and the pleasure increased. Jennifer got the idea right away and crawled toward me. She struggled with each movement: her body wanting to stay and enjoy the sensation while her mind told her it would only get better. She stopped at my feet and rubbed her face against my pant leg.

"Interesting," I said. Sifting through Jennifer's mind, I discovered why she managed to finish the crawl of pleasure. "Well, aren't you popular with your father's best friend! 'Uncle' Charles has been a very nice man to you."

I looked at Lucinda while I stroked Jennifer's hair. The blonde put her hand on my zipper and lowered it.

"Well trained also," I said looking down at her. "Let's not ruin another Positive's hard work. Proceed, dear."

She smiled up at me, and worked my pants open. The abundant satisfaction in her sigh as she took me into her mouth surprised Lucinda. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the time and effort that Uncle Charles put into Jennifer's sexual education.

"You're the Institute Cop!" Lucinda said finally. Jennifer was busy working my testicles with her tongue so it took me a few seconds to respond.

"The Cop thing is a misunderstanding of an Operative's enforcement role," I told her. "In reality, our enforcement duties make us the Institute's executioners."

Her eyes widened, and she looked around frantically. There was no way out except through me, but I had pushed too hard. Lucinda jumped off the bed. I waited for her feet to touch the ground before jacking into her harder than I had with the Captain and Mayor. Like Jennifer, Lucinda's head and eyes rolled back; her body went with them though. There was nothing her consciousness could do except flee the pain I caused her.

Jennifer had not paused in her efforts. I pulled her head back and looked into her eyes.

"I'm going to tie your pleasure to mine," I told her. "Except I'm going to multiply yours, and to make it better, the closer I get to orgasm the higher the multiplier becomes. But... you can't come until I do."

I built the switch in her mind, and she felt the immediate effects. Jennifer gasped and dug her nails into my thighs. It was painful enough to reduce my pleasure, thereby reducing hers. She pulled her hands away from my skin quickly and leaned forward to lick at the markings her nails left behind.

Jennifer was not the delayed satisfaction kind of girl so she took the head of my dick in her mouth and worked the shaft with her hands. She whimpered as the pressure of my time with Shannon and her own efforts bubbled to the surface.

I was already close, which Jennifer felt as a sudden explosion of sensation as I let myself into the moment. She grabbed my hips and pushed her face into my groin until she had my dick completely in her mouth. Her movement was too fast to get me to orgasm, but she was beyond coordinated action. Her actions became more and more desperate until I intervened to guide her body with my mind.

Jennifer relaxed as I also reduced the pleasure coursing through her. It made her more focused on the prize; her hands moved under my shirt. Her hands played along my skin trying to rush the sensation towards a quicker exit into her mouth.

I leaned my head back, took a deep breath as I hung at the very top of mountain, and released into her mouth. She screamed around my dick and fainted.

I looked down and sighed. Somehow, I always got stuck with the cleanup.

-----

I was sitting on the bed leaning towards her when Lucinda regained consciousness.

"Hello," I said. She sat up slowly and backed away until her back touched the wall. Her eyes moved to the door.

"We have things to discuss," I told her. "I would appreciate if you didn't try to run again."

"What did you do to Jen?" she asked looking behind me. I had placed Jennifer on the bed thinking she might prove useful in convincing Lucinda to do what was best for everyone involved.

"Pretty much the same thing I did to you," I said. "With pleasure instead of pain."

"So what did you do to me?" she asked putting her hands on either side of her head. She did not feel the pain anymore, but the memory of it was strong.

"My equivalent of a Telepathic Scream," I said. "The Scream is one of the reasons that only Telepathics can be Operatives-- Positives are still human so the Scream affects them."

She obviously wanted to ask more questions but was afraid to.

"I guess we should cut to the chase," I said. "You have two choices; three in reality, but we'll get to that one later."

"What are you talking about?"

"You are Erotic Mind Control Positive, Lucinda," I said. "It puts you under the authority of the Institute."

"You're a bunch of power-hungry freaks!" she accused.

"There is a failure in the educational system of Red Falls, which I'm certain Sheila will correct," I said. "Technically, we are freaks considering how few of us there are, but unfortunately for the people that think we're just freaks, EMC-Positives are a necessary part of the human race's ultimate survival."

"It's all your fault!" she said. "You freaks caused the Event."

"A stupid theory, no sane person could believe since Positives are a direct result of the Event," I told her. "You are smarter than that? Or do I have to use words with less syllables?"

She bit her lip and looked at the door again.

"I was tested in high school," she protested angrily. "You would think with over half a century of testing the Institute would get it right!"

"The Director made a choice, Lucinda," I said. "Better a few late bloomers getting missed than a lot of young Positives being put in untenable situations."

"What do you want?" she asked suddenly.

"I want you to come back to the Institute and make five hundred thousand babies," I answered. Her face blanched.

"You're not going to have five hundred thousand babies yourself," I said shaking my head. "But you're going to enable others to have them with your power."

"I don't want to go to the Institute," she said.

"You don't have to be affiliated with the Institute once your training is complete," I told her. "But you will be trained; the Institute has enough problems without rogue, untrained Positives on the loose."

"What if I don't want to go?"

"It's option number three and would put me another five hundred thousand children behind," I replied.

She gave me a confused look but was distracted by movement behind me. She stared at Jennifer, her face twisting with something close to hatred.

"Jennifer's very pretty," I said.

"No, she's not!" Lucinda yelled at me. I waited until she calmed before speaking again.

"Should I make arrangements for you to take her back to the Institute with you?" I asked.

"What?"

"You wouldn't be the first Positive to show up for training with a friend," I said. "Most adult trainees do."

Her suddenly curious eyes met mine.

"I'm not here for Jennifer, Lucinda," I said. "If the only thing in the way of you becoming a productive Institute Positive is this childish hatred, I will go buy the hooks for you to hang her intestines out the window."

She pushed against the wall trying to create distance between us.

"Are you a lesbian?" I asked.

"What?!?"

"They sent four cops in here, but Shannon, the female, was the only one to feel the effects of your power."

"I didn't do anything. I think she got hit with what I was doing to Jen," Lucinda whispered.

"So are you interested in males?" I asked.

"Why do you want to know?"

"A homosexual Pheromonic needs to be paired with their sexual opposite," I said. "It needs to go in your profile so we can try to get you paired as soon as possible."

"I'm no lesbian Geddonist!"

"Being homosexual does not make someone a Geddonist," I said. "In fact, I have respect for any lesbian who decides to become a biological mother. The only way for them to get pregnant is the equivalent of licking shit, or at least that's how they describe having sex with a man."

"I'm not a lesbian," she insisted. "I like... liked..."

I waited for her to finish. She gave Jennifer a very angry look before she spoke the name.

"Brad."

"Jennifer's boyfriend?" I asked.

"He used to be mine until Jennifer stole him!"

"Definitely cause persecutus," I said. "Are you still interested in Brad?"

"NO!"

"Not even for a little payback?" I asked. "As long as you agree to come to the Institute, I can afford to give you a few hours or days with the two of them."

"You really don't care, do you?" she asked in amazement.

"I live for the Institute's Mission, Lucinda," I said. "What a Positive does to keep themselves entertained is irrelevant as long as they serve the Mission."

"I can keep Jennifer as my pet?"

"I'll make her mother pack the bags, if you want to keep her clothed that is," I said. "Some Positives prefer their special friends to walk around naked. Weather permitting, of course."

She smiled a vicious smile but shook her head.

"I don't want her or that asshole, Brad," she announced. The way she kept staring at Jennifer told me differently.

"How is Shannon?" she asked. "I didn't mean to hurt her."

"A Positive using their power on someone in a sexual fashion is a legal right; you did no injury to Shannon," I said.

"What?"

Lucinda was asking too many questions; I changed my mind about talking to Sheila. When the Director read the case file, the town of Red Falls would learn what it meant for an Operative to be the vessel of his wrath. There was no way to fan the fire any hotter.

"You were in this room using your power in a legally permitted fashion. Interfering was against the law," I said. "It's besides the point though, what you did to Shannon was your right even if she had not been following an unlawful order."

"You're joking!"

"Human extinction is not a joke," I said.

"Is everybody at the Institute as crazy as you?" she asked jokingly.

"Mostly the Operatives," I said. "We have to be; it makes it easier on Positives if there's a boogeyman people are more afraid of. What's a little nookie-nookie compared to dealing with an annoyed Operative?"

"Anyway," I continued. "Shannon and her new husband, James, are happily enjoying the honeymoon you made possible."