The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Normal people having superpowers were quickly cracked down upon by the government. No one, except for life long military people, were to have superpowers. As with all things the government controlled, this did not last long. Bootleg superpowers became the hot ticket item. Super strength, flight, super speed, faster reaction times were all the rage because these were the first to be cracked. Other powers took longer to figure out.

Thomas “Tom” Orchard felt like his head was going to pop. The pain and heat that was burning in his skull made him scream and moan in pain. In his fourth-floor apartment, on his twin bed, on sweat soaked sheets Tom was naked save a pair of boxers. His body contorted as the pain in his head had forced him to squeeze his eyes tightly shut. Tom would curl up into a ball, find no relief, and then sprawl spread eagle. What Tom couldn’t see was that his otherwise pale and frumpy body was changing.

His arms and shoulders ballooned with muscles. His stomach turned from a fat bulge to flat and rippled with a six-pack. Legs took on cords of thick long muscular cables. His pale skin took on a bronzed look. His brown hair was turning shockingly white. His fat cheeks were now high set. His jaw turned large and strong. Even his ears seemed to flatten against his head. An hour into his painful transformation, Tom dropped unconscious, but alive.

Hours later Tom jumped up off his bed in his small bedroom. He seemed far too large for the simple twin bed that occupied the small room. His boxers were tight, very tight, against his body to the point he just ripped them off. He checked himself out in the mirror and ran a hand through his white hair. The grin never left his face. The grin got wider when he looked at his now long and large penis, which he swung around for fun, and making Tom giggle a little.

A quick shower later, and not bothering with clothes yet, Tom went into his small living room, that looked more like an advanced laboratory. There was a large box with a transparent window, and inside were small vials, and a mechanical arm. There was the small vial that had given Tom the body he wanted. It had taken months of work to get the retrovirus to take. If he had a professional lab, it would have taken days, but he was working with what was publicly available. Tom opened the laptop on the work bench and started typing.

‘Still alive mother fuckers!’ Tom typed into the online chat.

Strong, good looking, and now Tom needed to check if he had the other powers he was trying for. For Tom it wasn’t a desire to fly. He liked the idea of lifting heavy things if he needed to. What Tom was really going for was mind control. Never in Tom’s life had he had to deal with fighting, and thus had no skills in doing so. What Tom needed was either to stop the fight before it started or have others fight for him. He didn’t want to get hurt.

Tom took a calming breath. Then he focused. Nothing happened. He faced his front door, thinking hard at the neighbor across the hall. Nothing happened. Tom strained, a vein popped out on his head, sweat started to form on his brow. Nothing happened. The new powered man relaxed. Tom rolled his eyes in frustration.

He went to his small kitchen and the only window in his place. He looked out at the old fat guy on the roof of a next-door building. He was asleep in the setting sun. His large belly was red with sunburn. When Tom focused on the guy he could hear, feel, almost see the dream the man was having. Rolling fields of green with small red flowers and hamburgers that had unicorn horns on them were galloping along.

Tom frowned at this. He wanted control. Tom focused on the man and projected a thought at him. For Tom’s part he realized quickly he didn’t need to force it, the command just slipped from his mind, and entered, and dominated the fat man’s mind. In less than a second a blooming stain formed in the man’s shorts as he had a very wet dream.

Tom was jumping for joy that his powers worked. He saw a fat woman walking down the sidewalk with a small dog trotting next to her. Tom focused on the woman, heard her thoughts about how she hated some coworker, but when Tom blocked his view of the woman the thoughts disappeared. When he looked again at the woman, the thoughts returned. Tom projected his own thoughts into the woman. The fat woman with the thunder thighs started to jog, if that was the right word for what she was doing. The dog seemed confused at the faster pace. Tom had implanted in the woman’s mind that she should diet and exercise in an all-consuming desire to make herself look like a porn star.

Tom grabbed a large shirt that barely fit his large top, and shorts that were loose around his middle, and he went out. Whenever he looked at someone, he could read their thoughts. If he desired, Tom could put thoughts into their heads. These thoughts were anything he wanted.

An older man with a nice BMW was made to run around his car, key in hand, scratching deeply into the car’s black paint. A woman playing with her kids found she could only communicate by singing, and she was a horrible singer, but she couldn’t stop. Two young guys on bicycles peddled fast and ran right into the low brick wall around the apartments and went flying into the bushes. Inside of an apartment with the blinds up, and the lights inside on showed a middle-aged woman just opening a bottle of wine, but as soon as the cork was out, she put the bottle to her lips, tipped the bottle vertical, and chugged, thanks to Tom.

Tom saw a good-looking female jogger coming his way. Her hair was dark, her body was tight, and her chest was flat. Her jogging outfit showed off her shoulders and midriff but didn’t accentuate her body much. When Tom saw her, she had already spotted him, and was wondering how old he was with the white hair. Tom figured it was time for her to do something other than criticize.

The woman stopped, pulled off her jogging outfit, pealed out of her sports bra, and dropped her pants and panties. She did have a nice body, with only a little fat on her, and that body went out into the middle of the street. The woman started to do a very erotic and sensual dance as her fingers flicked small nipples on her rather flat chest. Fingers trailed through the thick dark bush between her legs before spreading her moist pink vertical lips. All the while she was moving her body to an unheard slow beat.

Tom smiled as he turned away from the dancing naked woman. She’d dance that way until someone tried to stop her. That person would be in for a surprise because the jogger would then attack them, sexually, and all but rape them. The jogger wouldn’t come to her senses until she had an orgasm. After that she’d realize what she had been doing. Deep in her mind she would diet enough to drop her unwanted fat, get beyond sane breast implants, and moonlight at some strip club.

Tom made it to one of the upscale clothing stores just as the woman was locking the door. She was tall with puffy blond hair, and long legs with defined calves. She had on a cream-colored jacket, yellow blouse, and a cream-colored skirt. She looked up just as Tom got to the door.

“I’m sorry,” she said through the door. She was about to tell Tom the shop was closed before he slipped into her mind some new thoughts. The woman unlocked the door and quickly let Tom in. “Please come in, what can I help you with?”

“I need a shirt and pants that fit,” Tom said as the woman closed and locked the door behind them. She also started dropping the blinds.

Out of the back came a young woman, brown hair, small body, and wide smile. Her glasses reflected most of the light off the overhead fixtures. “Hi,” the small woman said, “I’m sorry I thought we were closing.”

Tom could read that she was annoyed and wanted to go home and fuck her boyfriend. The images that populated Tom’s mind from hers were raunchy and quite violent. For Tom it was giving him ideas, but not with her. “I need some clothes, off the rack will do,” Tom said. The small woman’s eyes went wide as she couldn’t focus on anything other than pleasing Tom in every way possible.

“Of course,” the small woman said rushing over to a rack of dress shirts. “I’d be more than happy to help you. My name’s—.”

“I don’t care,” Tom said. “You’re Slut One,” Tom said looking at the small woman. “She’s Slut Two,” Tom said looking at the tall blond. Their minds were reworked in an instant. They no longer had names other than Slut One and Slut Two. Gone from their memories and thoughts were their original names. What they’d been called all their lives was replaced with Slut One and Slut Two.

“You two can make-out while I pick out my own clothes,” Tom said looking at the women.

Slut One and Slut Two gasped as new thoughts and emotions filled their minds. The two women came together, Slut One stretching up, and Slut Two bending down. Their lips met, and the magical feeling of arousal filled them both as the new thoughts and emotions that had been implanted in them took over. Lips pressed firmly together. Breath was exchanged in hot gasps. Tongues twisted between teeth to slide over the other. Moans of sexual desire escaped both women.

Tom pulled off his tee-shirt and put on the button up shirt as he looked over at the women. They were kissing, ionately, but nothing more. With a thought from Tom there was more.

Slut One ripped open the blouse of Slut Two. Slut Two was gentler at pulling the shirt off Slut One. Fingers moved over the other woman’s flesh as the desire for sex filled them both to the brim. Both sluts felt the overwhelming urge to fuck each other. Lesbian desires burned out all other thoughts. Slut One’s boyfriend wasn’t even a glimmer of thought in her head as she took Slut Two’s breast into her mouth. Moments ago, neither had any desire for the other, and now that feeling of ravenous lust for the other woman destroyed all other thoughts.

Tom found pants he liked and slipped them on over the only pair of boxer shorts he owned that fit. He looked over at the sluts and smiled. Slut Two was on her butt, back against the counter, and her legs spread wide. Slut One had her brown head between those creamy thighs and was tongue-lashing the slut’s wet clit. Slut One wasn’t sure why she desperately wanted to slide her wet and slick tongue along Slut Two’s slick slit, but the moment she did the rush got her own pussy drenched. It was beyond erotic to stick her tongue deep into another woman’s babymaker. Slut One was about to climax just by licking another woman’s cunt.

Tom had just settled on a jacket when Slut Two cried out in climax. The blond woman tackled Slut One and proceeded to kiss her feverishly as her naked body rubbed against hers. Slut Two had snaked her fingers down to Slut One’s vagina and slipped one, then two fingers inside. Slut One gasped, but Slut Two silenced her with another full mouth kiss. Slut Two humped Slut One’s body, fingered Slut One’s pussy, and assaulted Slut One’s mouth. Slut One gave a strangled cry as the orgasm was ripped out of her, and she seemed to fight it with clawed hands and strained face which made her look like the pleasure was mixed with pain.

Tom decided his shoes were okay, for now, and looked over at the sluts on the floor gasping for breath even as they rubbed their naked sweaty bodies together. He felt bad. Not for the sluts, but for Slut One’s boyfriend. For that reason, he sent more commands at the women.

Both women froze for a moment, then jumped to their feet. Sweaty and with juices running down their legs, neither woman cared. They were now possessed with new thoughts, and emotions. They both were now completely obedient sex slaves to Slut One’s boyfriend. Anything he wanted of them was their greatest desire. If Slut One’s boyfriend wanted them to orgasm for the rest of their lives, they would. If he wanted them to get covered in tattoos and piercings, they would. To the two sluts the man wasn’t just their master, but an undeniable god.

Tom left the naked women standing at attention. They’d wake up in about an hour and go to their new lives as slaves to a man Slut Two hadn’t even met and Slut One was about to dump after one more good fucking. Tom didn’t care. He felt as if he was beyond such petty events.

The nightclub was dull and boring. There wasn’t much happening on a weekday night. The women were dressed slutty, and so were the men. To Tom, they were all fresh meat. The men left the club with fetishes ranging from pantyhose to face tattoos. Undesirable women were forced out with new desires to lose weight, get enormous breast implants, plastic surgery as needed, and to hit the gym for weight lifting for five hours a day six days a week. Tom saw it as doing them a favor. The remaining women were used by Tom.

An hour later Tom left the night club that had turned into an orgy. Some of the sexiest, and sluttiest of women serviced Tom’s cock. The remaining slutty women had stripped naked and were turned into lesbians. Never in Tom’s life had he seen so many naked women all eagerly licking the pussies of complete strangers. Despite all this, Tom left the club unsatisfied. Deep down Tom knew where to go.

“Stop right there, Villain,” a booming female voice said from above. She had long blond hair tied into a pony tail. Her outfit was mostly dark red leather, tight against her body. A golden emblem on her chest, sitting just above her massive breasts, was of an eagle with its wings spread out. Her red cape was trimmed with gold, also sporting the golden eagle design. Over her eyes and nose was a red mask with golden eye coverings. She landed with her red boots firmly planted on the street where Tom was walking.

“Crimson Eagle, you think I’m a villain?” Tom asked in shock.

“If you’d look behind you, yeah I’d say villain,” the woman named Crimson Eagle said with her fists up ready for a fight.

Tom looked into her mind. She was sure if Tom had hypnotic eyes, her visor would protect her. If he had some kind of pheromone-based powers, she’d stay up wind and try to keep her distance. The hero also was hoping if his power was sonic in nature that her earphones would protect her. Tom smiled as he sent new thoughts into her head.

“Okay you,” Crimson Eagle said as she unclipped her cape from her shoulders. “I’m going to stop you as soon as I masturbate to one hundred orgasms.” It was about this time a tidal wave of arousal swept through her. She screamed in sexual desire as she grabbed hold of her front, and wrenched it apart. The golden eagle depicted on her chest was pulled in two. She did the same to what covered the rest of her body. She was left with her visor and boots. Her mostly naked body was on full display.

When most people obtain super powers their body changes for the better. Crimson Eagle’s body looked more enhanced than any super models. Her breasts were mountain peaks. Her trunk was skin and muscle making her abdominal muscles stand out. Her legs were firm, and tight. Her ass was dimpled with firm muscles. It was her pussy, swollen, red, and dripping that attracted the most attention.

Crimson Eagle licked her palm, and then slapped all five fingers onto her fleshy pussy. Super speed, and super strength made her hand a blur of iron. Her face was agony and pleasure. Her free hand was assaulting her breasts, pulling and pinching nipples. Behind her visor the super woman’s eyes flew open, wider than seemed possible, as she reached her first orgasm.

Normal women might let out a cry of pleasure, and give quick jerks of their pelvis. Super people will yell so loud glass can shatter. The very ground shakes with their orgasms. Crimson Eagle fell over backwards as she reached orgasm. Her body flexed and a stream of cum juice shot out of her with such force the fluid knocked a good size tree limb down. She started shaking and the impact of her elbows and heels on the ground produced small earthquakes could be felt yards away. Her cries of pleasure left two people close-by with permanent hearing damage.

Tom left the hero to self-pleasure herself. He thought, for half a second, that there was a chance the neighborhood would survive. Regardless, it was late, and he had one more stop to make before the end of the night. A male hero, tall, broad shouldered, dark skin, shaved head, in a dark blue costume came up to Tom, but after one thought at the hero, the costumed power found himself overwhelmed with the desire to fuck Crimson Eagle. Tom wondered if the poor super sap would survive.

The eighth-floor apartment was small. The door opened into the kitchen, a bathroom to one side and a small bedroom that might have fit a queen size bed if nothing else was put in. The woman who opened the door to Tom’s knock was gorgeous, to him. She was slightly plump on her hips, her chest was just slightly too small for her frame, but her face was magnificent. Her curly red hair framed two almond shaped green eyes. Her nose was a button over two plump lips that were inviting. To add to how good looking she was, to Tom, was her attitude.

Despite being woken up in the middle of the night the red head’s green eyes went wide in shock and delight. “TOM!” She cried out and wrapped her thin arms around him. “Oh God, I was so worried about you! I saw your message that your homemade super virus didn’t kill you, but nothing else. I’ve been texting, and calling, and even emailing. What have you been doing?”

“Hi, Camilla, may I come in?” Tom asked as she let go of his neck.

“Oh, of course, come in,” Camilla said. “I was just asleep.” It was true her clothes were a simple white tee-shirt and baggy brown shorts. “So, how well did it work?” Camilla asked closing the door.

“Better than I could have expected,” Tom said taking one of the two chairs around the small table in the kitchen.

“It was so reckless,” Camilla said going to the refrigerator and pulling out a carbonated, flavored, water for herself and Tom. “You mix immunosuppressants with massive antihistamines, and then a muscle relaxer that could have stopped your heart, and well I’m glad you’re alive. So, what’s it like?”

“I can read minds, mostly, it’s like I can get impressions of what people are thinking,” Tom said. He looked Camilla up and down and she didn’t seem to notice she was pulling her shirt off. “I can then project thoughts into people’s minds, and those thoughts seem to take over their thinking.” Camilla was listening so intently to Tom she didn’t even seem to notice she slid her shorts down to the floor. “I’m still learning how to control it,” Tom said looking Camilla up and down.

She had stretch marks on her middle from when she was really fat. Her skin was pale, and freckles covered her arms, legs, and chest. Her breasts were small mounds on her front with surprisingly dark nipples. Her red bush was wild and thick over her nearly hidden slit. She had the legs of an avid jogger.

“Well, I am yours to play with as you please, Master,” Camilla said without any hint that such words were odd.

“Words I love to hear,” Tom said with a smile, and Camilla smiled back. “Maybe we should get someone else to us.” Tom said this standing up and taking the two steps to the front door. “Do you have any sexy neighbors that can us?”

Tom opened the door and looked down the long interior hallway of the apartment building. At the end, just coming out of the stairwell, was a very attractive woman. Her black hair was cut short, but stylishly messy. Her face reminded Tom of a guitar pick with wide up top, coming down to a pinched chin. She had on a tight and short red dress. Her breasts were large, likely fake, but very sexy on her tight body. Her exposed legs showed she didn’t have much fat on her, and she likely worked out. Tom suspected she was a stripper, and possibly some powerful guy’s girlfriend. No one was as powerful as Tom, in Tom’s mind. Tom took her.

“There’s a MILF a few doors down,” Camilla was saying behind Tom.

“That’s okay I’ve got one,” Tom said and the woman in red couldn’t help but come to Camilla’s door.

“Hello,” the woman in red said in a sexy voice that sounded Russian or Ukraine, “my name is Zdenka. How may I please you?”

Tom took the woman’s purse and hung it on the back of Camilla’s door, where he knew some hooks were. He then brought Zdenka inside. Camilla looked the sexy woman up and down and frowned.

“I’m looking to having a three-way,” Tom said with a grin. “Are you interested?”

“You and who else?” Zdenka asked barely giving Camilla a glance.

“Bitch,” Camilla said with a cock of her hip.

“Now girls,” Tom was saying with a grin. “You two are going to become close friends. Maybe you should kiss and makeup.”

It wasn’t like Tom was giving them a choice. The two women seemed to be pulled together, or at least their lips. The single step between them was closed quickly as Camilla pressed her bare body against Zdenka’s overly sexy one. Tom went behind Zdenka and pulled down the zipper on her dress, to start pulling it off her. Camilla was rubbing her hands all over the other woman, feeling her with both her lips and fingers. Zdenka was also kissing like she was deeply in love and lust for Camilla, groping her breasts and then cupping the red-head’s ass.

Tom unsnapped Zdenka’s bra, and slid the woman’s black thong panties down. It was then Tom saw the woman had on three-inch heels, and considered leaving them on. Tom never thought about women in heels. It did make their legs sexy, when they were walking. However, Zdenka was going to be on her back soon enough, so Tom took them off her small delicate feet.

“Let’s get to the bedroom ladies, so I can participate,” Tom said pulling his clothes off.

“Yes,” Camilla said between hot and heavy kissing, “I need you.”

“Da, mne nuzhen tvoy chlen,” Zdenka said in Russian.

“I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded sexy,” Tom said now naked.

The three broke the bed. It was when Camilla was on top of Zdenka and the red head had just had a massive orgasm hit her. Zdenka’s tongue had been licking like an out-of-control engine, and Tom was pushing his cock into Camilla’s pussy like a machine gun. The red-head lost control. She fell onto Zdenka’s large, and fake, breasts, as her hips bucked and she lost control. This triggered Zdenka’s own orgasm that had been building thanks to Camilla’s tongue. The sexy raven-haired woman thrust her hips high into the air, squirting her woman juices all over Camilla’s wall. With Camilla still violently bucking on her bed Zdenka’s hips slammed down, and the sound of metal and wood separating filled the small room. Only Tom felt the bed drop a few inches as the women were consumed by their powerful orgasms, which were magnified with help from Tom.

Come morning Tom was on top of the world. Both women were enraptured by him. Camilla put on her sexiest and sluttiest outfit of a skin tight top, and skirt that if she bent over her bare pussy would be exposed. Zdenka didn’t have anything else to wear, but she did have her dress, and at Tom’s unspoken command she didn’t put on her bra or thong. Tom had also spent much of the night implanting thoughts into the women’s minds. They’d act normal, but eternally be his slaves.

Tom and his two women left Camilla’s apartment and started walking down the hall. Tom had a woman under each arm as they walked down the narrow hallway. “So,” he was saying, “I know there are powers out there that can modify other people’s bodies. What do you think, Camilla, of having the same body as Zdenka here?”

“Whatever you want,” Camilla said with love.

“Excellent,” Tom said. “Zdenka, I assume you know other sexy women.”

“Da,” Zdenka said and then realized what she said, “I mean, yes. I know many women that are more sexy than me.” Tom noted the grammar mistake, but chalked it up to English not being Zdenka’s native language. This is what distracted Tom from the fast-approaching rustling sound behind him. Then Tom’s world went dark.

Tom woke up sitting uncomfortably in a metal folding chair. He was in a small windowless concrete room with a single bare lightbulb under a wire cage high on the ceiling. There was another metal folding chair before him, and on that sat a two-way radio. Beyond the chair was a closed door. For some reason Tom was more frightened by the fact the pins for the hinges were on his side. This was only a temporary confinement.

“Mister Orchard,” a voice came over the radio.

Tom looked around more, looking for the camera, but didn’t see it. Tom picked up the radio. He looked at it and was just about to press the black button on the side when the radio spoke again.

“My apologies for such a crude way of communicating,” the voice said with a distinct Russian accent. “I have learned that your power is quite formidable.”

“Who am I talking to?” Tom asked into the radio.

“Forgive me, I am Osip Lebedev,” the man over the radio said. “You may have heard of me as ‘The Swan’?”

“Nope, not once,” Tom said checking the knob on the door, and finding it locked. “I assume you want something?”

“You have great power,” Osip said. “I want to help you use that power for everyone’s benefit. There are limits to your power, and I wish to overcome those limits.”

“What do I get out of it?” Tom asked checking out the chairs to see if he could use either one as a weapon.

“What do you want?” Osip asked.

“Ha!” Tom said finding the question funny. “Why do you think I gave myself these homemade powers? I want control. I want control over everyone and everything.”

“I can help, maybe not with everyone and everything, but more than you can dream of,” Osip offered.

“I don’t know, my dreams are rather big,” Tom said and then saw the small camera next to the overhead light. “I’m also rather intelligent. For instance, I assume it was you who sent Zdenka to me.”

“I did,” Osip responded. “She says you’re a fantastic lover, isn’t that right my dear?”

A distant voice said, “Da.”

“Well Zdenka, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself last night,” Tom said into the radio. “Now, kill everyone and come free me.”

Tom sighed and sat back down in the uncomfortable folding chair to wait. There were sounds coming from above him, and none of them good. Mostly gunshots and screams. There was thudding and one small explosion. Finally, there was thudding on the door to Tom’s cell. The door opened with Zdenka falling into the room.

She was wearing a tight black leather outfit, which did much to hide how much blood was coming out of her body from various gunshots. Her black hair was wet with blood, her own or someone else’s was unclear. A large and bloody wound was on her chest, just under her impressive left breast. She had blood coming out of her mouth as her face was deathly pale.

“About time,” Tom said standing up.

“YA zhivu, chtoby podchinyat’sya,” Zdenka got out.

“I have no idea what you just said,” Tom said stepping over the dying woman.

“I live to obey,” Zdenka said weakly.

“Yes, you do,” Tom said walking away, “but not for much longer.”

There were dead and dying bodies everywhere. Blood coated the floor, which went from concrete of the basement to marble of the upper floor. As soon as he turned the corner, following the light of the sun, there was a dozen men with either handheld guns or semi-automatic rifles. Each man pointed their weapon at Tom. With a broad thought from Tom each man put the barrel of their weapon under their chin, and pulled the trigger.

Everyone stayed away from Tom by this time. Tom’s power expanded as he was quite stressed. His ability to detect thoughts became the ability to read people even when he wasn’t looking at them. This broadening ability, also extended to his ability to implant thoughts. Tom made sure the people that planned on sniping him from a distance found a greater desire to kill themselves.

A black SUV was still running outside of the mansion he found himself at. Tom got into the driver’s seat and looked at the mansion. His power let him know that there were people on either side of the building. Tom shot out an overpowering thought that overrode everything else in their minds. The six people pulled out anything they had that would catch fire. Two had flares, three had lighters, and one only had a taser. The six people set themselves on fire, and then walked into the mansion, intentionally trying to ignite as much as they could while walking to the middle of the manor. Tom didn’t look back.

It was only after Tom had traveled ten miles that he had a thought. He wasn’t sure where Camilla was. If she’d been in the mansion, then she was lost. A small twinge of regret came over Tom. He didn’t really care that much about Camilla, but there was a slight desire for her. She wasn’t as good looking as the kind of women Tom could get now. She wasn’t even as good in bed as other women could be. She had been kind to him, ed him in his homemade power virus research. She’d cared about him, and for that half a heartbeat, Tom was concerned about her.

Tom was trying to find a major road. He had been driving for a while, and for the life of him, couldn’t find a single highway. There were a few country roads that were blocked with sawhorses and detour signs, but the signs seemed to be taking him in circles. The corn stalks were so tall he couldn’t even see if there were distant skyscrapers. It was on these country roads, surrounded by tall rods of green that Tom felt one of the tires suddenly go flat and his control over the SUV go wild. Tom pulled over to a less angled part of the side of the road and got out. Sure enough, the tire on the enger side was completely flat.

That’s when there was a metal on road sound, and then another, and another, and a loud hissing sound. Behind Tom, between him and the tight rows of corn, thuds and hisses of yellowish-white smoke coming from gas canasters. Tom realized he was under attack, and spread his power out. There were dozens of people. Their minds had a military feel, but police procedure inclined. There were people further out, and even a helicopter in the sky. Further away were people with super powers. Tom could feel them, but he was losing the battle to stay awake. Tom tried to get into the SUV, but his hand didn’t want to close around the door handle. The last sight he had before his world went dark was a tall stock of corn.

Tom woke up in another concrete box. This time one wall was clear plastic, and there were computer monitors on the other side. A small square of metal near the only door. The surprise was that the room was quite large, almost the entire size of a starter house. There were curtains that divided areas of the bathroom, small kitchen area, bedroom, and even a living room. There were no windows, and only a single door. Tom was dressed in orange colors of a convict, and a number stitched on his chest.

“What is going on?” Tom called out, and used his powers. There was no one around. Not just not around, but for miles in every direction, there was no one. Tom could feel nothing in the way of a human mind. It was lonely.

One of the monitors behind the plexiglass came to life. An older woman’s wrinkled face was visualized. “Hello,” she said, “Thomas, can you hear me?”

“I can hear you, what’s going on?” Tom demanded.

“Ah, good,” the woman said. “My name is Kala Middlesworth and I will be representing you.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Tom demanded.

“You are being held on murder, sexual assault, use of powers for murder, use of powers on a licensed police power,” Kala said putting down the paper she had to look into the camera. “Thomas, there are two hundred ninety-six charges. Mostly from you using your powers to kill people, and sexually assaulting them.”

“Why am I locked in a place where there’s no one around?” Tom demanded.

Kala’s jaw tightened. “You have to ask?” She shot back. “You didn’t license your power. You made them in your apartment for God’s sake. Then you go out and start fucking and killing everyone around you. You’re in a special cell where everything is automated.”

“This is bull shit!” Tom yelled. “That swan guy kidnapped me.”

“Yes, I know,” Kala said. “You got on his radar when you took Mister Lebedev’s mistress at a clothing store, and proceeded to turned her into a sex slave for her coworker’s boyfriend. I’m going to fight to try and have some of these sexual assault charges thrown out. You shouldn’t be responsible for everything other people did after you left them.”

“I demand a trial by my peers, in person,” Tom said knowing a little about the law.

“That wasn’t even a nice try,” Kala said shaking her head. “Everyone knows what you can do. That’s why you’re alone in the middle of nowhere Dakota. They’ve already said bail is out of the question. Thomas, you’re in trouble.”

“Let’s make a deal,” Thomas said quickly.

“I might be able to save your life,” Kala said not sounding hopeful. “I doubt it. They want to make an example of a villain like you.”

“I’m not a villain!” Thomas shouted at the screen. “I am revolutionary. I am ground breaking for DIY powers. I have mental powers that no one has ever been able to do before. I am a homemade hero.”

“No, you’re a homemade villain,” Kala said simply. “I just hope I can save your life.”

The End