NewU
Copyright© 2022 by TheNovalist
Chapter 40
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 40 - Pete is a normal guy. A college student, a friend, and the quintessential black sheep of his family. That all changes one rainy autumn night at the hands of an out-of-control car and a well-placed tree. Waking up in hospital, he realizes that something is different. A whole new world opens up to him. New friends, hot nurses, cities of the mind, and a butler that only he can see. But the shadowy specter of unknown enemies lurk in the background, ever watching and ever waiting.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Mind Control Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Horror Humor Mystery Restart Superhero Science Fiction Extra Sensory Perception Paranormal Magic BDSM DomSub Rough Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Body Modification Doctor/Nurse Small Breasts Geeks Revenge Slow Violence
Author’s note: Under the advice of my editors, and after some comments I have received on past chapters of a similar nature, I am adding a reader advisory for graphic, violent content. For those of you who have followed the story so far, that much may have seemed inevitable, but still, it may be worth keeping in mind that this chapter does contain scenes of violence, gore and general nastiness.
On that note, I must once again express my deepest admiration and thanks to my editors who have helped make this story what it is. Their grasp of the English language, and their ability to spot my numerous ... NUMEROUS ... typos has made more of a difference than most people know.
With that said ... on with the story
“Okay, let’s go,” I almost growled as I burst out of Emma’s office, the woman herself and Rhodri close behind me. Emma, knowing we needed to head for the armory, immediately hung a right, leading us on the correct path toward our destination. I had no idea where the armory was, let alone where it was in relation to where we were, but that was information that Emma could provide as we moved. The idea - at least in my head - was to - hopefully - link up with Bob, Isabelle, and their guards and get the fuck out of Dodge before the Praetorian attack gained any sort of momentum.
Of course, we all know what they say about the best-laid plans, not to mention my personal history with them.
You know, just once, it would be nice if the day tried to romance me a little before it tried to fuck me. I wasn’t a fussy or needy guy; some flowers, a pleasant stroll in the warm morning air, some birdsong, something! But no! The entire day seemed to have maintained the utter disdain that was usually reserved for a morning’s treatment of me. First, the Conclave, then the bullshit argument with Emma, then Marco, and now this. It wasn’t even two in the afternoon yet, and the day seemed to have jammed at least a week’s worth of fuckery into itself. I was starting to take it personally!
And it wasn’t done yet.
All around us, the sounds of battle echoed. Sounds of automatic gunfire hit my ears from every direction, but this was an old, stone-built castle, and not even the stones in the wall were smooth or flush. Sounds - from gunshots to the stamping of our feet along the hallway - bounced off them at random and unpredictable angles, meaning that no matter how sensitive or intelligent my ears were or how much I had upgraded my senses with my powers, I could only tell the direction at which the sounds hit them. Where they had come from before that, how many corners they had bounced around, and how far they had traveled was as much a guess for me as it was for anyone else. I was powerful, but I still wasn’t god.
All I could tell was that they were close, much closer than they had been a few minutes ago. No person on earth could travel that quickly, which could mean only one thing. “How many guards did the castle have?” I called out to Emma as we ran.
“I ... I don’t know,” She panted back, her whole body jerking away from the nearest wall every time a rattle of gunfire bounced off it. Her eyes were darting furiously around in every direction as some small measure of understanding about her predicament started to sink in.
“Take an educated guess!” I yelled back, in no mood to coddle her when saving her life was so much more important.
“I ... I don’t know. Thirty? Maybe forty? I never thought to count.”
“Shit!” I spat with another growl, my mind stretching out to the surrounding building and the landscape beyond it.
“What is it, Pete?” Rhodri asked cautiously. He was keeping pace with Emma while I led our little group, but he wasn’t anywhere near as breathless - or apparently afraid - as she was.
“There are at least three hundred voids out there.”
“Holy shit!”
“Voids?” Emma asked as Rhodri’s face paled.
“Minds that I can’t read,” I answered hurriedly. “Even if there are twice as many guards as you think, there are still more than two hundred bad guys for us to get past. And that’s not including any Evos who are blocking.”
“You can’t read Evos?”
“Not if they are actively blocking me, not unless I have a pretty decent idea of where they should be, no.”
“Jesus, they could be anywhere,” Rhodri groaned. “Pete, if you’re right, there are too many of them.”
“Wha ... What are we going to do?” Emma’s eyes flashed fearfully wide.
“We stick to the plan,” I answered as calmly as I was able, but even Evos were prone to that trembling voice when the adrenaline was working overtime.
“Please don’t kill anyone,” Emma started her predictable complaining again, but a withering, incredulous glance from me seemed to hit her like a physical blow. “Not unless you don’t have any other choice.” She finished. Well, as far as I was concerned, that had almost always been the case anyway, and protecting Emma kind of precluded any urge to go on a Praetorian-hunting spree, so it was a condition I could live with. I just gave her a nod in response. “Thank y...”
The entire castle shook again as another explosion - this time, much closer - sent a hard jolt through the ground under our feet. Castles, obviously, were built to last, but there was a limit to their durability when it came to high explosives, and the floor itself seemed to lurch against the force. Dust and mortar were starting to rain down from the ceiling, and a few of the windows lining the corridor - those looking out onto the central courtyard - suddenly exploded under the massive vibration. Emma stumbled, letting out a shrieked sort of yelp as she lost her footing - the floor seeming to move out from under one of her frantic footfalls - and tumbled over. Rhodri grabbed her, but even he was taken by surprise by the air suddenly being filled with shards of flying glass. His natural instinct was to flinch away from the danger; one hand, which should have been used to help Emma, came up to protect his face, but with the other firmly clasped onto Emma’s arm, her falling weight pulled him down with her. They both crashed to the floor with the shattered glass raining down onto them.
There was, as ever, something to be said for timing. I had been so focused on where we were headed and how to get there I hadn’t been paying attention to what was beyond those newly shattered windows - more than that, I hadn’t imagined that the enemy could already be that far into the castle - and the alarmingly close sound of rifle fire filled my ears just as Emma and Rhodri hit the floor. Bullets thudded into the wall directly behind where they would have been standing had they not fallen, and more than a few crushed themselves against the bulletproof skin of my shoulder and the side of my neck. Rhodri acted immediately, throwing himself over Emma and using his body as a shield while I skidded to a halt. It took less than a second for me to check they were alright and that they hadn’t been hurt, but that was all that was needed to see the danger of their position.
Beyond the shattered window was the central courtyard, an area which - at the time of its construction - would have been used as something of a garden to provide food for the castle in the case of a siege. It wasn’t a bailey, one of those massive mustering grounds used to house soldiers or animals, that was on the other side of the complex. This was just a small, rectangular open space that was currently being used as an extension of the perfectly manicured gardens that I had seen a few times since my stay, and the two-story walls of this part of the castle wrapped around it. Directly opposite us, in the corridor that ran parallel to ours, however, were four men - two to a window - with rifles unloading in our direction on full automatic.
Contrary to what you may see in the movies, rifles only hold about thirty bullets per magazine, and with an automatic fire rate of about ten shots per second - sometimes significantly more than that - it didn’t take a math-genius to realize that they couldn’t sustain that level of firepower for long before having to reload. But that was also where it became clear that these men were neither idiots nor were they amateurs. They knew what they were doing, and their aim was inch-perfect.
Two of the men had their weapons targeting me, one firing while the other reloaded, ensuring that a constant stream of lead was being hurled in my direction and an overwhelming majority of their bullets finding their mark. The other two men were being more conservative, one of them throwing a few rounds into the wall above Emma and Rhodri’s head, pinning them down, while the other carefully aimed at any sign of movement. This was an almost perfectly choreographed ambush, deployed with next to no notice at all. They would only have had a few seconds after spotting us to get into position, take aim at moving targets, and open fire with what would have been brutally lethal accuracy, and not only had they done that seamlessly and silently, but they would have been incredibly effective if it wasn’t for that explosion that knocked my two followers off their feet. Emma and Rhodri, had they been standing a second longer, would have been slaughtered. They had managed to hit me before I had even stopped.
It would have been impressive if it wasn’t for how much it pissed me off. Ten seconds out of the door, and I had already stumbled straight into a mistake that would have killed the two people I was trying to protect if it hadn’t been for an extraordinary piece of luck.
Emma’s scream ripped through the air as the full weight of the moment crashed down on her. This was not a woman with even the slightest shred of experience when it came to combat. Rhodri wasn’t doing much better but was managing to keep his composure despite his last experience with bullets flying in his direction had been the day he had lost Neil, still, his panicked, pleading eyes quickly found mine.
“Pete...!” He called out over the din of the rifle fire.
I didn’t answer. I had been pissed off before leaving the office; now I was fucking furious. Not necessarily at the men shooting at us - or at least not only at them - but at my own stupidity. I was rushing; my time in Ukraine had beaten the idiocy of that into my head, slow and steady won the race, but it was a lesson that I seemed to have forgotten a little too quickly for my liking. Still, it was one that I needed to re-implement as soon as humanly possible.
The ball of energy was already growing in my hand; it was almost a reflex at this point, but the feral growl that left my lips was tempered by the rapid flurry of thoughts rushing through my mind. The full power of one of those blasts would obliterate the four men shooting at us, but it would take a fair chunk of the castle behind them out with them, and I had no idea where anyone else was. Were Charlotte, Jerry, and Fiona on the other side of that wall? Were Bob and Isabelle? Would I be dropping immeasurable tons of stone onto their heads? I had memorized the route back to the main hall, but I had next to no knowledge about the layout of the rest of the castle. Would taking down those walls block off the route to the armory? Would it cut off our means of escape or that of one of our friends? The second option was the wall of fire that had been so effective in the Inquisition offices in Donetsk, and although that held a much smaller risk of immediately bringing down the wall, those fires would spread and were much more likely to cut off any avenues of escape. No, I needed to be careful.
Option A would have to do.
The energy ball that flew across the space between my window and theirs was not the size of a small car, as all the others before it had been; it was about the size of a basketball aimed for the wall between their two windows. The impact was silent, and maybe I was the only one who could see the yellow-green ball crash into the ancient stonework, but as soon as it did, it washed out like the shockwave of an artillery shell, leaving a large crack in the otherwise still standing stonework. The four men who had been firing at us were caught up in the blast, and their bodies contorted as the power behind it smashed into them. Bones shattered, blood vessels burst, internal organs ruptured and liquified, and their bodies - what was left of them - were hurled with terrifying force against the back walls of their corridor. The whole ordeal had lasted maybe five seconds, but all that was left of them was the comparative silence of their now twisted and deformed rifles and four messy stains on the back wall.
My eyes quickly scanned the rest of the courtyard and the windows surrounding it; there was no more movement, at least for now, and I turned and jogged back to the others. Reaching down, I pulled Emma back to her feet and gave her a quick once-over. The hard stone floor had skinned the palm of her hands, and a small cut was bleeding above her left eye - probably from its impact against the floor. Her blonde hair, hair that had dazzled me with the way it played with the light during her yoga exercises only that morning, was clinging to the blood that had run onto her forehead, and her dazzling cerulean eyes were darting around with fear and confusion.
“Why?...” she panted, her voice thick with the tension that was filling the air. “Why would they shoot at us? I ... I don’t understand.” Her eyes stayed fixed on me, consciously and purposely avoiding looking out across the courtyard to the blood stains that used to be our attackers.
“We need to keep moving,” I replied, helping Rhodri up too, and not really answering her question. “We go slow, we go quiet, and we stick close together.”
“But...” Emma’s eyes were now pleading.
“I can stop the bullets, but not if we are spread too far apart,” I didn’t know if that was technically true, but now didn’t seem the time to experiment, and the mention of stopping any future interaction with bullets would hopefully be enough to get the Princess moving again... “Which way?”
“But...”
“Emma!” I barked, “I need you to snap out of it. I know your mind is running a mile a minute, but you can analyze and ask questions later. We need to get to your parents and the armory, or we need to get out. I don’t know the way, so I need you to tell me. Can you do that? If you can’t, I promise that is fine; nobody will blame you. I can make my own hole in the wall and get you out of here that way, but it means leaving your parents behind, and I don’t think any of us want to do that.”
That seemed to do the trick. She blinked, swallowed hard, took a deep breath as she looked around, and nodded. “It’s ... It’s this way,” she said, nodding along the corridor in the direction we had been running. “Through the doors and take a right. There’s a long corridor, and it’s close to the end of that.”
“Well done,” I nodded. I had to admit that she had pulled herself together remarkably quickly, much faster than either Rhodri or I had done when we were in the same position at the party. In fact, I hadn’t really pulled myself together at all; I had just lost my temper and let rip. She didn’t seem to hear me, though. I flashed a glance to Rhodri, silently asking if he was good to go and receiving a breathless nod in return. “Okay, let’s move. Slow and quiet.”
If either Emma or Rhodri saw the shield that I had put up around us, neither of them commented as we started to move again. It was an idea I had come up with in the aftermath of Becky’s death, during that time when I had asked myself a million times if there was anything I could have done to save her. A shield was the best idea I came up with, putting an energy barrier between her and the bomb, but I had no idea how to do it at the time, and I still wasn’t sure if I could contort one to wrap around a human form. I had come to accept that as soon as Toussant and the Praetorians had taken her, there was nothing I could have done, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t learn from the tragedy. This was one of those lessons: a way not just to protect myself but those around me, literally, in this case. I had first used it on the same night as those sheets of fire in Donetsk, but the difference here is that this one needed to move; that one just stayed in one place. The shield surrounding us now was a crude bubble, about two meters in radius and strong enough to ensure that nothing was going to pass through it unless I wanted it to. Not bullets, not people, not even air if I so decided. The only question was, how long could I keep it going? As much as my power seemed to dwarf any other Evo in history, it wasn’t limitless, and this shield was pulling a hell of a lot of energy from my power plants.
It didn’t take us more than a few minutes of slow jogging - listening to the rattle of gunfire and smaller explosions echoing around the castle - to reach the large oaken door at the end of the corridor, and I stopped our little group to quietly and carefully pulled it open and then peeked around the corner. “It’s clear,” I said quietly. “Let’s...”
“Pete! Fuck, Pete, can you hear me?” Jerry’s voice suddenly yelled into my mind, making me freeze in my tracks.
“I’m here, Jer.”
“Pete, they’re fucking everywhere, and I’m running out of your power. I’m getting the girls out, Bob ... Bob is in trouble.”
“What??”
“We made it to the main hall; they were fighting off the attack. Isabelle was being pulled out by her guards; Bob was covering her ... He was hit, I ... I don’t know how, but he was still fighting them off. He ordered us to pull back and covered us. He’s a tough bastard, but not even he can hold off that many of them; he needs your help.”
“Shit. Okay, I’ll head in that direction. Are you guys all alright?”
“I’m running close to empty. Pete, we can’t hold them; we’ve gotta go. We’re headed to the north gate; I think we’re clear.”
“Get out, Jer. Keep yourself and the girls safe. Get back home.”
“I’m sorry, Pete. I really tried. I will get them home, then I’ll...”
Silence.
“Jerry? Can you hear me?”
Silence again.
“Fuck,” I growled. A quick internal check was all it took to see that my link with Jerry had been severed; the only question was whether it was because the power I had given him all that time ago had finally run out or ... No, that didn’t bear thinking about. Jerry said they were getting out via the north gate, and I trusted him to do just that. But Bob ... I flashed a glance to the nervous looking Emma.
“What is it?”
“Jerry and the others were cut off; they’ve had to pull out. Where is the main hall from here?”
“The main hall? Why? I thought we were going to the armory?”
“That’s...” No, I couldn’t tell her the truth. Not yet, it would only make her panic. “That is where they last saw your parents; we need to try to link up with them, and they’re not headed to the armory anymore.”
“It’s...” She thought for a moment. “That’s left here, then second right, then up the stairs that we came down earlier.”
“Got it,” I knew my way from the stairs, but I was fighting off a very visceral urge to charge to Bob’s rescue. He was a good man, an ally, and a friend, but stampeding through an occupied, besieged castle was a quick way to get his daughter killed. We still needed to go slow, to be careful, but with every moment we delayed, the chances of Bob being alive when we got there diminished. These fuckers came here for a fight, and they meant business. As good as Bob was, I was under no illusions that he could hold off hundreds of them, yet I knew that he would give up his own life in a heartbeat if it meant keeping his wife and daughter safe. “Alright, slow and steady. Stay close.”
It was a gentle jog, no more than that. I couldn’t risk breaking into a full sprint, even if Rhodri and Emma were perfectly capable of keeping up with me. A sudden stop or a sharp corner was all it would take for one of them to fall outside the reaches of the shield, and knowing my luck, that would be the exact moment some bastard would start shooting at us. It only took a few minutes to reach the stairs and only a few more to climb it, but as soon as we reached the next floor up, the signs of combat became instantly and viscerally obvious.
Bodies were strewn everywhere. It was clear by their positioning which ones had been friendlies and which had been the Praetorian aggressors. Two or three bodies at a time were lying behind hastily constructed barricades and covered firing positions, with a significantly higher number of bodies lying in the corridors that those positions were covering. Blood was everywhere. Spattered against the walls behind our fallen Inquisitor friends, pooling in large, viscous puddles around the dead, bullet holes riddled the walls, the floors, and the barricades themselves, empty shell casings were scattered along the floor, and the unmistakable coppery scent of blood, mixed with the acrid smell of gunfire was thick in the air. Emma gasped and sobbed out a meek wail of despair as we passed the first barricade - a small, waist-high construction of sandbags and discarded furniture. She recognized one of the dead.
“Jamie,” She cried quietly, skidding to a halt and dropping to her knees just beyond the pool of ‘Jamie’s’ blood as her eyes flicked to the other two bodies. “And Raj ... No, please, God, no.” Her shoulders were bouncing with silent sobs now as her hands reached over the blood to touch all that was left of what must have once been her friends. Raj had taken a round to the face, the entry point just below his left eye. I didn’t want to think of what sort of damage the exit wound would have done to the back of his head. Jamie, on the other hand, had simply been riddled. There were at least a dozen bullet holes in his body. But to his eternal credit, the man had gone down fighting. His lifeless fingers still held his depleted rifle.
Rhodri and I let her take her moment; she needed it. Partly because she needed to give her friends their final goodbyes but also partly because she needed to see this. She needed to see the death, the indiscriminate violence, the lack of hesitation and unwavering resolve and mercilessness of our enemy; she needed to finally understand that this war was real and not just some intellectual, moral exercise that could be rationalized away. The bullets were real, the blood was real, the death was real, and it had happened to people she knew. It wasn’t theoretical anymore. If this is what it took to make her see that, to make her take her own safety seriously, then we could spare a minute to let her have it.
But only a minute.
“Why?” She sobbed, looking up at me. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy now. The stress and the grief of her circumstances changing those dazzling eyes into pools of pure pain and confusion. “Why are they doing this? We didn’t do anything to them; we would never...”
“It doesn’t matter,” I was trying to sound caring, or at least not harsh, but I had no idea if I was being successful. We were, after all, still standing in the middle of a very open and clearly dangerous part of the castle. “Not right now, anyway. Your father asked me to keep you safe. These people, your father, they are fighting for you. They are buying us the time we need to get you out of here. Emma, they will have died for nothing if we can’t make that happen. Their deaths are a tragedy; you won’t find any argument in me on that, but they will be downright criminal if we don’t.”
She held my eyes for a moment. That hostility in them was gone, or at least replaced by the pain and panic of the death around her. “You told me this would happen. You tried to warn me. I didn’t listen. I called you ... an animal.”
“And you were right,” I said, still trying to keep the urgency out of my voice. She had no way of knowing that Bob was fighting for his life at that very moment, and we were wasting time, but barking that at her would only make her panic even more. “I am an animal. This?” I waved a hand at the carnage around us. “This is not something you ever want to get used to, let alone be the cause of. Both are already true for me, but they don’t need to be for you. I am an animal, but that means that you don’t have to be. Now, I need you to say your goodbyes, and we need to keep moving. Don’t let their deaths be meaningless. They chose to fight and die for you; they have shown you the level of their loyalty and their resolve ... take their word for it. It’s the only way you can really honor them.”
Emma swallowed hard, her eyes quickly flicking back to her fallen friends before they returned to me. She gave a hard, determined nod and reached out her hand, and I took it. For a moment, something sparked between us, like a static shock. It was a tiny transfer of energy, but sudden enough for us both to look in confusion at the point our hands touched.
Another rattle of gunfire, this time startlingly close, snapped us both out of it, and I pulled Emma to her feet. Something was different in her eyes now: a hardened resolve, a cold determination, maybe even a hint of the pain that I had seen so many times in my own eyes. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on the change in her; we needed to move. Time was running out for Bob, and we still needed to get the fuck out of here.
With a glance down the corridor, I waited for both Rhodri and Emma to nod their readiness, and then we started to move again. The Main Hall had a large door on either side of it, which in turn led into a corridor that ran around its circumference. That branched off to smaller hallways and side rooms, then onto more hallways, corridors and connecting rooms, and so on, all the way to where we were now, and we had to do that backward. There was no straight run, there were no clear sight lines, there was only one ambush-ready corner, one closed door, one blind turn after another. The Castle had been purposefully designed with defense in mind, and the main hall was the last stand bastion within it. It wasn’t supposed to be easy or straightforward to get to, and we were now essentially trying to get to a highly defensible position while fighting through the people trying to attack it.
The voids were everywhere, and I still couldn’t tell which were friendly and which of them weren’t. It was clear - now that we had seen the carnage around us - that the guards were fighting a losing battle. As well prepared and defensible as their position may have been, the enemy numbers and - though I was loathe to admit it - skill was simply overwhelming. Which meant we would have to get through them to reach and relieve the attack on Bob.
The day was getting better and better.
We dropped back into our gentle jog, fast enough to cover the distance we needed to travel in a reasonable amount of time but slow enough to still be careful. Every door, every ninety-degree turn, every window able to be targeted from another room or the castle grounds outside forced us to slow down and to look before we leaped, so to speak.
It was lucky that we did. Two corners after the stairwell and he butchery it represented, we almost ran head first into another group of Praetorians as they walked toward us. Time seemed to slow down again as, one by one, we all looked at each other. But something was immediately different this time.
I knew two of them.
Rachael and Mason, two of the traitors that I had purged from the Sect. They had been transported here on the same plane as the one that had brough me and my friends here, but after handing them off to the Inquisition, I hadn’t seen them. It would seem that someone in the Praetorian leadership wanted them liberated as part of this mission.
Both of them were Evos, so although neither of them technically needed to be armed, both of them were. I guess that made sense, if Isabelle and her clan were all Inquisitors, then even a fairly powerful Evo - which these two were not - would have a hard time taking on any Inquistor of even moderate power. The third person with them, a man, was an Inquisitor, and by the way he immediately started to raise his rifle as soon as he saw us, not one of ones on the friendly team.
The powerball in my hand grew in an instant, but for the first time in ages, I found myself on the receiving end of a pleasant surprise.
The man had leveled his weapon at us, he was about to pull the trigger, when Rachael, a look of stoic resolve suddenly washing over her face, stepped forward, put the barrel of her pistol to the back of the Praetorian’s head, and pulled the trigger.
Yeah, I’m not going to lie; I didn’t see that coming either.
“Is Charlotte alive? Is she okay?” She asked, looking at me with an expression that could almost be described as desperation.
“Last I heard, yes,” I gave my cautious reply. For all I knew, she would use that information to find her and try to recruit her into the Praetorian order. That was something I was never going to let happen, so although I was grateful, and more than a little surprised by her actions, I wasn’t about to consider her a friend. “Why did you do that?” I nodded down at the body crumpled on the ground. “You were on the same side.”