The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

I examined the compulsions. They were deeply rooted. In fact they were more deeply rooted than anything I had seen before, aside from the compulsions that I had inserted into those four men from The Coffee Shop, those many months ago. . I knew that if I tried to remove them it would not only be very painful, but would very likely rip the man's mind to shreds. This was far beyond my experience. I needed help with this problem.

Then an idea hit me. I reached out and implanted a compulsion of my own. It wasn't very deep but it was powerful, and basic human nature guaranteed that the policeman's mind would carry out my compulsion instead of the other two. At least as long as I maintained close mental proximity and continually poured mental energy into the compulsion, it would override the other two compulsions. I had long since stopped concentrating on the first compulsion field so it had faded. I stood up and opened my eyes. I looked at Andy.

"So what did you find out?" Andy asked.

"He has been programmed to kill me, and then to kill himself," I answered.

"What? Why" Andy blurted at me. He was shocked and angry at the revelation.

"That, I do not know. I can't seem to read beyond those compulsions. We need to take him to the Coffee Shop and get help from Mary and the Council," I said.

"How are we supposed to do that. He'll try to kill you the minute he wakes up," Andy pointed out. He looked down at the policeman nervously.

"No, he won't. I gave him a new compulsion to follow," I said with a slight grin.

"Paul, don't play games," Andy said sternly.

"Yes, you're right. Well, I gave him a compulsion to obey me, and I tied it to the pleasure center of his brain. Each time he does what I tell him, he feels like he has a tiny brief orgasm. If that doesn't insure his cooperation, I don't know what will," I answered.

"You're kidding. You can DO that?" Andy asked, doubtfully.

"We'll soon see. He's starting to wake up," I said as I stepped away from the policeman.

"I can see again," the policeman said as he opened his eyes and looked up at me.

"Stand," I told him.

"Why would I...." the policeman started to say. Hi words were cut off as he started to move about. Soft moans escaped from between his lips as he awkwardly climbed to his feet. "Oh fuck that feels good," he breathed as a grin broke out on his face.

"As long as you keep doing what I say, you'll continue to feel that way, Officer. So are you going to be a good policeman and do as I tell you?" I asked him.

"Fuck yes, sir!" The policeman said as he grinned at me.

"You are not going to attack me, or this man here or anyone else. We are going to take a little trip downtown to a coffee shop. You are going to cooperate fully with me. Do you understand?" I asked.

"Fuck yes, sir! Whatever the fuck you say, sir! Just don't stop whatever it that you doing, sir! This is fucking fantastic, sir!" The policeman said eagerly.

I had a bad taste in my mouth. The policeman had been transformed into a boy toy who would to anything and everything to keep getting the erotic stimulation of his pleasure center. It was necessary, if I was to control him long enough to get him to the Coffee Shop, where hopefully, I could get some help. I tried not to think about any long term effects this little adjustment might have on the police officer. One problem at a time.

"Andy undo his cuffs and give him back his gun," I said.

"Are you nuts, Paul?" Andy said.

"We can't take him downtown as he is now. Think of this as a test," I answered. "What are you going to do officer when your hands are free and you are given back your gun?" I asked the policeman.

"I'll secure my gun in my holster and my cuffs on my equipment belt," the policeman answered. "And then, I'll wait for your next command, sir. ohh....yes.....feels so good to obey you, sir. So fucking good to obey..."

Andy did as I ask him. The policeman responded as expected. I kept the mental energy flowing. The trip down to the Coffee Shop was uneventful. In fact it was slightly annoying. The policeman would moan and groan with delight every minute or so, and after a while that can get on your nerves. The mental effort to keep the compulsion active was a minor but constant drain on my energy and mental concentration. I was relieved to see the Coffee Shop come in to view.

Before we got out of Andy's car, I instructed the police officer to ignore everyone else and listen only to me or to Andy, until I said otherwise. The police officer grinned at me as he nodded his head in acknowledgement.

We walked into the Coffee Shop. I looked around, and spotted Mary at the far end of the counter. I didn't bother to consider how lucky we were that Mary just happened to be working at The Coffee Shop that day. Fortunate coincidence, or planned event, it didn't much matter. Andy and I needed her help, and she was available. "Wait here guys, while I talk with Mary," I told Andy and the policeman. I walked over to where Mary was serving a customer.

"I'll be with you shortly, sir," Mary said to me as I sat down at the counter. She seemed pleased to see me. Her expression quickly change with the next few words that I spoke.

"Okay, but please be as quick as you can, Mary. I have something important to discuss with you, about coins," I told her. She looked at me for a second before she spoke. Gently she touched my hand with hers and studied my face for a minute or so.

"Go through to the back of the store, down the corridor the second door on the right. I will be there momentarily," she said. "Go. Now."

The last two words were delivered with the tone of an order. Normally I would have bristled at someone trying to order me about. In these circumstances, though, I ignored it. I had more pressing matters on my mind, such as trying to determine who had sent the policeman to kill me, why, and how the heck I was going to extricate myself from this sticky situation.

We followed Mary's directions and found ourselves in a plain empty room. The walls were painted a soothing light green and so to was the ceiling. Mary arrived a minute or so later.

"Please explain Paul," Mary said as she took me aside and lead me away from Andy and the policeman. "I have set up a warding field. We will not be interrupted by any ungifted persons."

"In a nutshell, that policeman chatting with Andy, just tried to kill me a half an hour ago. The police officer has some powerful compulsions planted in his mind. I cannot remove them without hurting him. I thought you could help me with this problem," I said to her.

"No doubt you would like to know who conditioned the police officer and why," Mary said calmly.

"Yes, of course," I agreed. "I can't leave this policeman as he is. He's sure to come after me again."

"Why isn't he attacking you right now, Paul?" Mary asked coolly. I could see a shadow of doubt crossing her eyes.

"I am pouring in a compulsion of my own into his mind right now. As long as he continues to obey me the pleasure center of his brain get stimulated," I answered.

"That's dangerous, Paul," Mary said with a frown.

"Yes, I know. It seemed the only way to override the active compulsions in his mind and get him down here to see you," I commented.

"It will take more than me to deal with this, Paul," Mary said thought fully. She walked over to the nearby wall. She must have pressed a hidden switch of some type. A few seconds later a section of the floor opened up and a chair with padded restraints rose up out of the floor, followed by a loud click as the floor section locked in place. Mary looked at me. "Put the policeman in the chair and restrain him. When he is secured, release your compulsion. You need to rest and recover your strength for what is to come. I will return in less than an hour. I will send in some coffee and food for you. You're going to need it."

Something about the way she said those words made me wish I had not come to the Coffee Shop, to ask her for her help. I knew that I really did not have any other choice. Where else could I turn, the nearest police station? Not likely. I found it a bit disquieting that the Council of Coins had a chair with padded restraints readily available.

"Officer, look that nice comfortable chair. Hand over your gun belt to Andy, and then go sit down in that chair. When your butt is placed firmly on the seat of the chair you'll feel an intense wave of pleasure. All you will want to do is sit there secure in that chair," I called out to the policeman.

"Sur thing, sir!" He answered with a grin. He nearly threw his gun belt at Andy, in his eagerness to get over to that chair. "This is fucking fantastic, sir!" He yelled out as he plopped that hunky and sexy body of his into that chair. Most cops have nice bodies, and this man was no exception. Andy shot me a puzzled look after he place the gun belt on the floor next to one of the walls.

"He's having such a good time that I think we'd better tie him down so he doesn't fall out of that delightful chair, Andy," I said with a smile at Andy. I increased the mental stimulation of the policeman's pleasure center.

"Fuck yes, sir! Fucking tie me down, please sir!" The policeman cried out, with a look of profound desire on his face.

Andy said nothing as he and I fastened the arm, leg and torso restrains onto the squirming body of the policeman. He wasn't squirming because he was resisting us. On the contrary. He was squirming because he was having so much fun. That was about to change.

Ten minutes later I was satisfied that the policeman could not get out of the chair. Andy and I moved away from the policeman as I got ready to deactivate the compulsion I'd placed in the policeman's mind.

"I know that this is necessary Paul. I don't like having to do it to a brother officer," Andy said and shot a regretful look at me.

"I understand Andy. I don't like doing this either. You know we really don't have any other choice," I agreed with a sigh.

I released the compulsion. It was a relief to relax my mind. I had never tried to maintain an active compulsion field for such an extended period of time.

It took only about a half a minute for the policeman's expression to change from one of delight to pure hatred. He looked me in the eyes. "You are a dead man, Paul Walton," the policeman said in a stone cold voice. There was no anger or threat expressed, just that simple statement.

Andy and I maintained our position as far away from the policeman as the room allowed. A flat smooth slab slid out of the nearby wall. The slab was at a height of about three feet. The slab was about four inches thick, a foot wide and three fee t long. A minute or so later, an employee of The Coffee Shop arrived with a small try containing several sandwiches, and two large mugs of black coffee. The man put the tray on the slab and then left, without saying a word. There was sugar packets, creamers, and a few stir sticks on the tray. Andy and I each took a sandwich and started munching on them. We were silent as we ate. I fixed one of the mugs of coffee to suit my taste and took a careful sip. There wasn't much else to do as we waited for Mary to return. Certainly we were not going to chat with the police officer. I did offer him a sandwich, though. His response was to glare at me and threaten to kill me again. So much for trying to be nice. We ate our food and drank our coffee. We did not talk. We checked our watches about 1.5 million times as we waited for Mary to return. There was nothing else to do. I leaned against the wall in an effort to get some rest. There were no other chairs in the room.

Almost to the second of the one hour mark, Mary returned with several people in tow. It took me a few seconds to realize that she had returned with all the members of the Council of Coins. I suddenly had a very bad feeling about this. I looked over at Andy, wondering at his reaction to this development. He looked back at me, and shrugged his shoulders at me in a 'what will be, will be' gesture. Mary waved us over to where she and the Council members were standing.

"Please explain to all of us, the nature of your problem, Paul and why you need our help," she said without referencing the Council members.

I walked over to where the group of people who were gathered together in a small knot. They were positioned as far away from the seated and restrained policeman, as the room would allow.

"The policeman you see before you attempted to kill me. This occurred in my apartment about an hour and three quarters ago. He tried to shoot me. If it had not been for Andy, I would be dead. I examined the policeman's mind. He does not appear to be gifted. There are two very powerful and deeply routed compulsions imbedded in his mind. The first compulsion is to kill me. The second compulsion, is to kill himself when the first compulsion has been completed. I cannot remove the compulsions without seriously injuring the policeman's mind. I need your assistance to help the policeman and determine who is responsible for the compulsions. Someone just tried to kill me. I need to know the identity of that person." I had phrased my request clearly. It had taken some effort for me to remain calm as I spoke.

The Council members look at each other, without speaking. I noticed that they had all joined hands. It was a pretty sure bet that they were having one of their telepathic conferences using those coins of theirs.

A tall mature man, whom I did not know, spoke in a quiet steady voice. "As you surmised, the Council is able to assist you in this endeavour. One of our functions is to investigate such situations. There are a few conditions to which you must agree before we begin."

"I did not think the Council's help was going to be free. What are the conditions?" I asked with a sigh. I knew I was in a fix, and they knew it too. I hoped the price of their help wasn't going to be more than I was willing, or able, to pay.

"The conditions are: 1. You must await the Council as we scan and attempt to repair the policeman's mind. 2. When the identity of the person responsible for the compulsions is determine you must not disclose that that information to anyone outside of this room. 3. Neither you nor Andy may attempt, directly or by any form of proxy, any form of revenge, retaliation or vengeance on the person responsible for these compulsions. 4. You and Andy will agree to abide by the decision and the action of the Council in this matter."

I thought about it for a second. "That's all the conditions?" I asked. I did not have that creepy crawly feeling on my forehead, thank goodness.

"Yes, there are no other conditions. If you were thinking that we would require you to bond with the coin that picked you, and force you to join the Council, as a condition of our helping you, you are mistaken, Paul Walton. As Mary said to you before, the coins do not force you to become a member of the Council of Coins, and neither do we. We offer our help to you, because it is necessary for us to do so, and for one other simple reason," The mature man answered.

"Which is?" I prompted him.

"It is the right thing to do," he responded.

I couldn't help but like that answer. It was the sort of answer I would like to think that I would have given were I in his place. I gulped as I realized I had just, for a moment of time, imagined myself as a member of the Council of Coins. It was a scary thought to be sure. It was also, if the truth be told, a bit of a temptation. Part of me enjoyed the idea of seeing that those who abused their gifts were held accountable.

"Let us get started, then," the mature man said as he walked over to the policeman, and stood behind him. The policeman did not offer any comments or objection. His attention remained focused on me. The mature man (I never did learn his name), placed his hands on top of the policeman's head. The policeman closed his eyes and let out a loud sigh as he relaxed his body. He almost seemed to melt into the chair. "He is ready for the Council. I have forced him to sleep. All that he will perceive from this moment onwards will be as if he were dreaming." The mature man declared. "Paul Walton, you will not be involved in this mind probe."

"I beg to differ on that point," Andy piped up. "If anyone deserves to see what you are doing, and what you discover it is Paul. His life is on the line, literally. You cannot in good conscience exclude him from this probe. He has the right to participate. He has the need to know."

"The constable is both insightful and correct," Mary said to the mature man.

"Agreed," the mature man said. "Come here and place your hands on my shoulders. You will become part of the Council Chain, this one time."

I followed his directions and found myself standing behind the mature man with my hands on his shoulders. The other Council members gathered around me and placed their hands on either the mature man's body or on mine.

There was a brief pause before the mature man continued speaking. "You have scanned another person's mind, Paul Walton, so you know that the process of reading another person's mind is much like reading a book. You look for the information you want in the person's conscious mind. There is very limited sharing of thoughts, perceptions or experiences. What you are about to experience is very different. This method which could best be described as diving into the world of the unconscious mind. Each person has their own imaginary world in their mind that they control. When you dream you perceive this world for a brief time. What we are about to do, is to force unconsciousness on this policeman and then enter his unconscious mind to remove the compulsions you discovered."

"Everyone close your eyes." I did as I was told. "Now, relax and see with your mind's eye," I heard the mature man say out loud. I kept my mouth shut. I was merely along for the ride, as it were.

It was dark at first, but after what seemed to be a few moments I found myself standing in a open grassy meadow on a bright sunny summer afternoon. The landscape was calm and quiet. I looked around and there standing around me, were the all the members of the Council of Coins. They were standing as I was, looking around and adjusting to our surroundings. They were not holding hands. We were all facing the same direction, oddly enough.

We started to walk forward, as if we were heading somewhere. I wasn't sure what the Council was doing. This seemed to be very odd to me. I felt disconnected as if I was and was not there.

"You are still physically in your body, in the Council Chain, Paul," Mary said to me as she walked beside me. "We are all in the policeman's mind. This is his unconscious reality. We are looking for the items that represent the two compulsions you mentioned to us. We do not yet know what they will be, but we will know them when we see them. Please help us search."

"Okay," I agreed. What else was I going to do? Why is it that people always seems to say that tired old line, 'you will know it when you see it', when they have no idea of what it is that they are looking for?

I thought I might as well search in a different direction than the Council members. I turned around and then stopped dead in my tracks. "I don't think we will have to search very long," I called out over my shoulder. A short distance away stood two very tall brightly lit towers that must have been ten stories tall. They were rather hard to miss.

"Yes that is what we seek," Mary said after she walked up to me a few moments later.

They were two tall metal towers brightly lit, standing in a open empty field. I watched with interest as the Council members raised their right arms in unison and pointed that the towers. The Council somehow encased the two towers within bright shells of light that seemed to penetrate into the ground. I would never have thought of doing something like that. The Council lifted the two towers out of the ground until all that was left was two deep dark pits. There was dead quiet. I saw earth slowly fill the pits, and when the pits were filled, grass as green and thick as that of the rest of the field, quickly grew over the bare earth. In what seemed like minutes, the damaged had been repaired. I was impressed. The two towers had remained floating in the air the entire time this had been happening. Now, to my amazement, the towers broke up into a million small bits within the shells. Moments later the bits faded away and were gone. Soon after both shells faded away until they too were gone. I wondered what had happened to them, although it was clear to me that the mental compulsions had been removed and the policeman's mind healed. I guessed that it was time to leave.