The God Hunter

I had a lead. My sixth sense told me that one of us had been sowing his oats out here in Michigan, but I didn't know where. I had taken the usual course of action - checked out local police files for missing teenagers, teachers, and parents. The state wide files were huge, but I had narrowed my search to a few probable victims, and headed down to the probable areas to search for them.

I turned down Cass Corridor (an area in Detroit where prostitution is reputed to be common) and began to look for unusual suspects. It didn't take long, my current mark made it a point to mark his prey with obvious symbolic props. When I saw Miss Home Coming Queen in full Cheerleader Regalia bouncing up and down on the street corner looking for her next trick, I knew I was on the right track. I made the John in the cadillac pull away from the curb. The Cheer Leader looked like she might die of sorrow, so I pulled up to the curb.

I got to tell you, my mark has great taste, and in a different time, under different circumstances, I might of taken advantage of this girl. Her high young breasts straining against her school sweater made my old soldier hop to attention.

She gets into the car at my unspoken command. I figured, to insure my own professionalism, we should keep this all as unspoken as possible. We drove out of the area and went down to the river front where I set us up in one of the nicer hotels in the area. I had a bottle of scotch waiting for me and poured off a glass while I probed this young things mind. I figured this should be a wild ride.

In her mind, the story unfolds. Her name was Linda Orston, the former queen of her high school class, the most popular girl in school, head cheerleader, and dating the quarterback. This girl was a walking cliché, every teen-age virginity-lost movie fantasy. Luckily for her, she had been on the pill, before being taken by my mark, and the mark was nice enough to make her continue to take them after her new life began.

I see her the night it occurred. She had canceled a date with her boyfriend. An odd feeling had come over and she just didn't feel up to going out that night. She laid in her bed when the mark entered. The mark's name was Lucy Feldman, a shortish brown-haired geek girl, not popular among any clique. Like all of us, she was an outsider. Partially by choice, partially just as the nature of who we are. She was not unattractive, but didn't work to make herself beautiful. The typical mark in every way, and she was about to get her revenge for the perceived injustices of life. The game as usual starts off with fear. She lets Linda feel herself lose control. Then they get dressed, and Lucy takes Linda for a ride. Lucy delights in the humiliations that Linda is forced to endure.

Oh, very imaginative. First stop, is an old farm just out of the way. I can see in Linda's memories that a local family of red necks own this place. The thoughts rushing through poor old Linda's mind are of how horribly humiliating it would be to suck on the Parker Boys, or worse yet, old man Parker. But Lucy does one better.

They don't even go up to the house. They head right for the pigs. Linda's fear turns to a gut churning terror as events unfold. It surprises the hell out of me that Lucy could still keep her in line with that much emotion fighting her. I can barely stomach the replay. Lucy has a lot of control for a mark so young. I can feel the memories of Linda's mind being whipped as she is sent into the pen.

At first, Lucy is content to watch her enemy simply wallow with the hogs, roll in filth, and eat up some slop; but it becomes clear that this is only the beginning. Little by little, Linda's consciousness returns. Not enough to let her fight back. Just enough to let her feel human humiliation. Lucy is a master at twisting minds. I am truly impressed.

Lucy becomes filled with such a maddening combination of desire and fear that I can almost not keep up. Soon, it all becomes clear as I see Linda's lips wrapped around the hogs cock. I can hear Lucy's laughter echoing through the barn as Linda, head cheerleader, most popular girl in school, takes the hogs giant penis up the length of her sweet little body. Her body is wracked with pain and pleasure as the beast 's giant member pierces Linda. From the corner of Linda's eye I see a scantly clad Lucy begin to masturbate to the scene. And then I feel it, the coup de gras.

All of Linda's humanity, her memories, her sense of self and her free will are fully returned to her. A perfect lucid clarity comes upon her as her body is wracked by the bestial orgasm. A perfect horror: she can see and feel and know what has happened. Her body driven to extreme pleasure, by a pig. She collapses into the filth, tears falling, body shaking, as the satisfied pig trots away from her.

Linda then crawls to the her mistress. Lucy does not take control of her, but Linda still complies. The situation is too much for her, and she can not resist. Lucy makes her beg, and admit that she is a whore and any number of things.

Once satisfied with all of this, Lucy prepares the final humiliation. She hoses Lucy off, and takes her home. She has her properly wash herself and go to bed and is ordered to only remember this night as a dream. In fact, she ensures that, once a night, it will be her dream forever.

Then the real masterpiece, added as an almost after thought. The reprogramming begins, with an almost comical nature. She is a typical whore (what ever that is), no education and a craving for cock. In fact, an addiction for it. She is told to practically give it away, but to always charge something. She can refuse anyone, she has free will, but will crave more and more, and for every cock she turns away, she will want the next one more, and will charge less.

She is then told to drive down to Detroit and start her new life as a specialty Cheer Leading Street walker. Then her life progresses on for the next few days taking on men of every type. Lucky for her, I got to her before any Pimp decided to claim her.

She has had a hard couple of days and I begin to wipe all the bad memories away. I replace them with a slightly more pleasurable version of the events, nothing too detailed, but enough to let her bearable to help me if I needed her to. I then let her know that I (being the master man that I am) am the man who made her want to run away with him. I took her here and set her up for the past couple days where she has lived a luxurious life and pleasure all at her own willing choice. I gave her wonderful memories of great sex, and the whole nine yards. I then tell her I have to go out of town on business but that she can stay here and have free use of room service while I'm gone. In her mind controlled state, she agrees eagerly and hurriedly orders something to eat from room service.

She should stay put. Now I had to head out to Chealse and see if I can straiten everything else out.

I pull into Chealse high about eight A.M. and do a general scan on the school. I locate about (good god!) 20 different tampered personalities....This girl had a lot of anger to work through. I begin to look for the most tampered cases, and try to figure out where the mark was hiding. I walk into the main office and scan the secretary for some basic information, teachers and students in unusual trouble, as well as schedules for the usual victims. Mr. Quarterback for example. To my surprise there had been no real trouble out of the ordinary. The secretary and most of the support staff had not been altered in any way. This is unusual, it shows a lot restraint by the mark. I've been to high schools where the mark had set them selves up as a king, being carried around by sex slaves. But this only makes my job harder. I saw that the Q. B. had an advance P. E. class for first period, logically enough. and I go off to find him.

I realized that this mark was definitely an artist. I realized this again as I walked into the locker room and found the Q. B. as a more than willing bottom in a homosexual menage a trios. On his back was a huge guy that I assumed was a linebacker, and filling his mouth was a thinner young guy who I assumed was a place kicker...maybe a runner.

As they happily fucked, I did a quick scan. All three had been altered, though the skinny guy was already gay. The linebacker and the Q. B. had been severely altered making them not only into homosexuals, but to all outside appearances, flaming queens, lisps and all, I also noticed the size fifteen silk panties on the ground. I had to chuckle at the story as I watched it unfold in their minds. As I scanned deeper, I saw no need to stop their fuck fest, and it gave an interesting background to the story.

After disposing of the girlfriend, Lucy decided to steak out her territory. She starts out simply by making Q. B. want her, and ask her out on a date. They go to a party, and obviously Lucy had not bothered to read the surface thoughts of Q. B. or linebacker as she went with them to the bedroom. As everything dawns on her, it is too late. These two obviously shared everything including willing women... or unwilling women.

They grab Lucy harshly.. forcing her down and ripping her clothes away.. revealing her sweet young breasts. They chuckle, saying that she shouldn't fight the best fuck she'd ever have. Then I see the darkness in her eyes.. the hatred, and I think Q. B. boy saw it too...because I could feel his heart stop. They both are forced off of her as she begins to probe them both for their crimes. Anger fills her and she lashes out at them. They double over in sheer pain and terror as she rips all of what they are from them. She gives them a mind rape of the most humiliating order, all of their most unwanted thoughts brought to the surface to dance and mock them.

She then makes the Q. B. lay down and tells him to get ready for the best fuck of his life... because she will be the last female he will ever touch. She brings his cock to attention and holds him rigidly in place.

In his mind, he knows he is being raped. He knows the violation that he has caused, time and time again, as Lucy lowers her tight young cunt down on her helpless victim. She rides his hard cock...fucking him until she orgasms but never lets him cum...

Then she forces the line backer down on him, and has him suck Q. B. to orgasm, letting the line backer choke with revulsion at what he is doing. As the sweet cum fills him, Lucy rewires both of their mind. He is not made gay, as I had originally thought. In fact all of both their "normal" heterosexual desires remain completely intact. But they will never be allowed to act on them. From that moment on, women intimidate them.

They will never speak back or disagree with any woman who talks to them and they will not speak until spoken to. No matter how beautiful or how much they wanted a woman, they will never be able to get an erection in her presence. The only place that the linebacker could get one is in his best buddy's mouth or ass or hands. He would always be the top. and though he had revulsion in it, his sexual frustration was enough to overcome it.

Q. B. would never get another erection in his life. He could only get pleasure anally or orally. Lucy was nice enough to let him gain pleasure from both.

Lucy told them exactly what their lives would be like. In all external ways, they would be compulsively gay. Every bad stereotype that filed their minds would be played out. Yet they didn't really like men, just each other. Lucy ensured that these two rapists would spend the rest of their lives raping each other. They were made to make everyone aware of their new life style, and to always remember the cause but never be able to tell any one of it. Their life continued from there.

The kicker was a friend of Lucy's who had confessed to her his lust for the Q. B. so she made a minor alteration to the Q. B. to make him crave the kickers cock, and to the kicker to give him the courage to fulfill his fantasy. I got from the kicker that Lucy would be in A. P. Chem lab right now. So I leave them to their passions.

As I leave they switch holes. The kicker was now in the rear and the linebacker had decided to go for another run on the mouth. I hear him say "fucking fag" to his friend as he shoves his huge member in the quarterback's mouth.

I walk up to the lab and enter. I see Lucy working diligently at some experiment or another. Her lab partner, a young, not unattractive, but obviously geeky young boy, was smiling widely at her skill. He too had been subtly altered to be bolder with girls, especially Lucy, who he had a crush on. Scanning the class I saw that most of the folks had been altered, but simply to make them treat Lucy nicer. This mark might be easier then I had first thought.

I walk up to her, "Hello Lucy."

"One minute Bob" was her reply, I was a little amazed that she had picked out who and what I was so quickly, but she already showed a great deal of skill. She finishes her lab and we walk down to the cafeteria to have a chat.

"Well Lucy, I guess your wondering what's going on."

"Oddly enough, yes I am."

"Well, you see, you and I and a few others like us, are called gods."

"Gods?"

"Well, I never said we were modest. We just picked up the name a while back and no one ever really saw a point in changing it."

"I take it you represent some sort of authority among us?"

"Sort of. See, we all go through what you went through. We seek out revenge for past wrongs that we feel have been perpetrated against us. Usually, as we grow older and wiser, we gain some guilt about that. So, some of us go around and try to find others like us during this phase and try to get them under control."

"So, what are you going to do to me?"

"Oh, don't worry, we really don't get that involved in everybody else's business unless someone wrongs one of us, or someone we love. In general, when I walk out of here, if you want to put everyone back as they were. I'm not about to stop you. But here's the deal: no matter how big and bad you get there is always some one bigger and badder, and some day you might just pick out a victim that you really shouldn't have. Possibly the sister or lover or brother or friend of another god, and, well, you'll be on the receiving end."

"So, you're saying we just sort of travel around fucking with people as we see fit?"

"Well, it's not really as impressive as it sounds. Really, the big problem with power is enlightenment. The more power you have, the more you realize that it really doesn't mean much in this world. Oh sure, some of us set themselves up on small Caribbean islands and pass the time tormenting tourists. But for the most part, we just wander around this big old world and see what there is to see."

"And what do you do?"

"Oh me, I do just about everything. Mostly, I try to set things right, either trying to fix the folks that marks like you set up, or sometimes undoing the sick works of normal folks who came across a drug or a device or something else to torment their fellow man with."

"So, you're sort of a superhero then?"

"I guess, in the broadest sense, sure... but mostly I'm just a cop." I smile at her and she smiles back. I don't think this mark is going to be a problem. "So, who else did you mess with besides the cheerleader and the quarterback and the lineman.?"

"Oh, well let's see, the head of campus Crusade for Christ is now a card carrying lesbian. The captain of the debate team is now a huge slut, taking on anyone who will take her. Interestingly enough, this hasn't hurt her game at all. In fact, she has actually gone undefeated since becoming a nymphomaniac. Who else, oh yes, Mr. Gibaldi, my history teacher, is now a sexually submissive feminist. And that's it for major personality changes...these people had just really ticked me off. Most of them I wouldn't mind putting back to normal, but not the quarterback. He truly deserved what he got."

"And the linebacker?"

"Well, he was mostly just a dumb fuck who was along for the ride, but he deserves it too."

"Well, that's up to you, but you should know that eventually, people's personalities are their own and, unless your willing to keep constant tabs on them to reiterate their programming, they will eventually start to work out things in their own mind and possibly react in bad ways that you hadn't foreseen."

"Like?"

"Well, they are still highly attracted to women. This could eventually lead them to take out their sexual frustrations violently against the perceived threat of women."

"Hmm...well I think about that...I might alter them slightly, then. But they do not get to go back to what they were."

"That's fine, Lucy, It's not my business to mess with my fellow gods. I'm just here to help you through this kind of stuff, and to try to keep you from making the same mistakes that many of us have made in the past."

"This is all a lot to take in."

"Yes, I know. Look I'll permanently link myself to you. Don't worry, I'm not going to mess with you, but if you need my help just think 'Bob' and I'll come and get you."

"Cool...Oh shit.. um.. what about the Linda, well...She's at the Hilton right now."

"She's back to herself for the most part. I plan to put her totally back to normal and send her home when I get back to her."

"Good. You know...after seeing what the hell big, old mister Q. B. really was, I can't see any reason to hate her as much as I did."

"I knew you would get to enlightenment quick, Lucy."

"Thanks...so Linda will be back soon?"

"Yea, probably a day or two. Any requests?"

"Oh no. Just.." Lucy paused and actually blushed, "Don't let her remember what I did. I really feel bad about it now."

"We all do...when we first take a revenge."

"Okay then. Well, I need to get back to class...I'll call you."

"Sure. Remember take care of those folks before you mess up their lives or some one else's.."

"Yes, I will. I see most of them at least once today...I'll take care of it then."

"Well, great.. I'll see ya."

I leave Lucy there and head back to the hotel. Linda is still ecstatic over how things are going. I decide to have a little fun with her before sending her back home. I take her for a wild ride, taking her up on her around the world offer. Now, admittedly, this was not the most enlightened nor mature action I could have taken. But hell, even a god has to fall once or twice just to remind himself that he is human.

I take Linda back to school, and make some quick rounds. Most people seem normal. A little worse and a little wiser for the wear, but all in all, back to who they were deep down - a bunch of confused kids who have a hard time growing up in this world.

I come across the Q. B. He is smiling coyly at his boyfriend, the linebacker. They are now all the way over, and madly in love. "Why not?" I think, at least they won't hurt anyone else this way.

And so I leave...I've got a lead on some normal folks out on the west coast running a white slavery ring, using kidnapped super models. Shit, I LOVE THIS JOB!