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This little tidbit is for those reading the _Book_ who think something
is missing in episode 7 and 8. Episode 8 will soon be posted.
This story shows how one story begets another... The following is
from the "Biltmor Rehabiliatation Institute's" files. The Institute
is a entity within the universe of _The Book_. If you've been reading
_The Book_ you'll have the background...
The story is a mind control short piece, non-consensual m/f,
contains a minor, although about 17.
Hit 'n' to skip this...
From the Files of the Institute
Case AY0001
Memo: status- private.
To: Dr. D. Roberts
Fr: Dr. J. Williams
Re: Andrew Young, case AY0001
Dt: June 16, 1979
Dave,
I thought the following information would be of interest. This is
the summary of debriefing from the field agents combined with the
thiopental sessions from the subject and his coven.
You should note, our tech writers insist a narative form is
better for the synopsis. In general we all agree, but I know it isn't
the normal form seen in the literature.
If you want detailed reports from the agents and transcripts of
the subject's and coven's questioning, I'm afraid you will need to
come for a visit. Security will not allow removal of material from
this site.
Subject was 19 when he was picked up. He was a spark for over
2 years at that time.
Jack.
SUMMARY OF SUBJECT AY0001, INITIAL EXPERIENCE, DISCOVERY OF TALENT:
There was a noise Andy kept hearing lately. It was very annoying. He'd
be sitting in class, especially when sitting behind Ann.
Ann always made him nervous. She was the prettiest girl in school. He
wanted to ask her out, but he never traveled in the same social
circles.
When she was in front of him, the noise was more like a single voice.
He kept hearing things about makeup, dinner, ink leaking from pens,
and stuff. Every now and then it was something about pain. This last
seemed to happen once a month for a few days.
The voices kept coming. Last week he could have sworn he heard his
mother tell him to take out the trash, and did it. Before he realized
she was in the front yard, while he was in the kitchen.
Then the other day, his best friend, Eddie, had him over for the
night. Eddie's parrents were away for the weekend. Only Eddie's sister
Paige would be there to annoy them. They were hanging out, talking
about how they'd go to the same college and stuff, when Paige walked
by.
He swore she'd said something about little dweebs, and walked on. But
he thought he could still hear her talking about organizing her phone
calls, getting the laundry started, picking the dress she'd wear to
some dance coming up, and some gooshing romance stuff about a guy
named Jim.
He told Eddie to wait. He was going to go see if she'd really called
them dweebs. But Eddie came along anyway.
"Hey Paige?" he said, standing at the laundry room's door.
"What is it Andy?" she responded while dumping some dirty stuff on
the floor. She was certain the pink dress she wanted was somewhere in
the hamper.
"The pink one is in the other hamper, I saw your mother put it in
about an hour ago," he offerred.
She stopped and stared at him, her jaw hanging wide open.
"How did you know I wanted the pink dress?"
"You just said," but he knew she hadn't said anything about it.
Eddie was starting the dance of bathroom need. He dashed away, leaving
Andy to explain to the older girl just what he'd said. He'd seen a
cloud of anger gathering about her face.
"You wouldn't understand," he tried to cover.
"You just try me buster. If you two guys are trying to pull something
on me, I'm gonna have your hides."
God how nice she looked, he thought. It'd be neat to get a look at
those tits she sticks out so far when she's pissed.
"If you guys think for one minute," she began pulling the sweat shirt
out of her jeans. "That you're gonna bother me tonight, you'll have a
war on your hands."
She lifted the material above her breasts, which at the moment were
unencumbered by a bra. The skin was clear and firm, showing a full two
or three handfuls at each tit, tipped with a rubbery looking red brown
nipple on either side. The nipples hardened perceptively as the cooler
air hit them.
"You can get the hell outa here, right now," she added to her diatribe
for effect. She seemed unaware of her partial nudity before him. She
lowered the front of her shirt again as he turned to leave.
He was stunned. Staggering back to Eddie's room, he thought about what
happened. He resolved not to tell Eddie about it.
They chatted for a while longer, played a computer game, and talked
about Ann's nice figure.
Eddie fell asleep first. His snoring was enough to keep Andy wide
awake though. After a few moments, Andy got up. He wondered if Paige
was still awake.
Stepping silently from between the covers, he felt around for a pair
of slippers to wear. He'd have to pad about bare foot, since he
couldn't quite find them in the dark.
He worked his way across the mess strewn bedroom and out to the
partly lit hallway. Eddie hadn't stirred.
Down the hall he heard a female voice, one side of a conversation. He
crept closer to Paige's bedroom's door. He was able to open it about
3-4 inches to get a better view into the room. Inside was Paige, in
the buff, talking to someone on the phone.
Her body was stretched out across her bed, feet hanging off the sides.
She would curl her toes, and kick the foot up towards her slender
little bottom. He couldn't see her boobs, they were underneath, but
her hair was a little longer than over her shoulders and curled
nicely from a recent perm.
"Oh James!, you know how badly I want you. How desperately I need to
see you." Then there was a quiet pause.
"I'm completely naked, just sitting here thinking of you."
Again a little pause, after which she giggled.
"If you want, of course."
She rolled onto her back, she would like this she thought. Bob heard
it as though she'd said it aloud. Her tits were now out and in view.
With her free hand, she began to knead the soft flesh, occasionally
squeezing her nipples. When her hand manipulated her nipples, her eyes
shuttered closed until she moved her fingers elsewhere.
"Oh, it feels so good love." Pause.
"No, I haven't touched it yet. No. The short hairs are curling into
little balls of silk fine thread. I'm a little wet. I can see the
hairs at the opening are getting soaked." pause.
"I'm moving my hand along the insides of my thighs, giving myself the
gentle caress you always do."
Andy saw her part her legs, exposing the furry patch between. The
moist red outer lips of her pussy were visible as well. She dipped a
finger into the opening, letting out a light moan as she did.
His prick was getting hard inside the pajamas he'd brought over. He
reached down and began to pull at his organ.
"Uh, yes Jim, I've got my fingers inside, I'm imagining it's you
inside me. Oh God, you're so good to feel. Oh yes, yes, don't stop now
Jim, I'm just getting started."
Her hips began rotating movements against her fingers. Her hand was
now moving quickly, stopping to rub the top of her vulva's flesh, then
returning to the penetration of her cunt.
"Oh Jim, yes, you make me so hot, yes I want you to take me. Please
fuck me Jim." her voice had become low and breathy. Her eyes were
staying closed now. Her head moved from side to side. It looked like a
struggle to keep the phone against the side of her head.
"OHHH!, yes I love you. I want you. I need you now!" she squeeled into
the phone. Her body was rhythmically bouncing off the bed. She was
unable to hold onto the telephone as she reached orgasm. Her lurching
movements continued a moment, then stopped.
Panting she picked the phone up.
"Hi again." "Did you?" "It was great." "God yes, I can hardly wait."
"Too bad you couldn't visit while my folks were away." "Love you, bye
bye."
She hung up the phone, and saw Andy standing there, his cock stiff in
his hand.
"YOU! you little snoopy twerp!" she began.
But he was concentrating on what happened earlier, when she was doing
the laundry. He'd wished to see her breasts then, now they were
already exposed. Now he tried to imagine her, wrapping her lips around
his cock, and sucking him off.
"You're gonna get in a lot of trouble snooping on me when I'm on the
phone," she spoke as she marched her naked body over to the door,
opening it very wide. She started to tell him how Jim would tear him
to shreds, but as she continued talking, she knelt. A moment later
she took his penis in one hand, held his bottom with the other, and
plunged his cock between her lips.
"Yeah!" was all Andy could say. In only a moment his jism spewed
forth, into her mouth, and down her throat. She continued to suck,
until nothing further came out.
He concentrated on her wanting to invite him into her bed, to make
torrid love as long as possible. At this point, she was kneeling
before him naked, with a look of uncertainty. She seemed confused,
like why had she blown a kid she was throwing out of her room. But
she knew now she was horny and this youngster was just what she
needed. He heard it coming before her mouth formed the words.
"Your kinda cute Andy, how about you keep me company for a few
minutes?"
He grinned, knowing his luck had just picked up, and stepped over to
the bed. She helped him peel off his sleep wear, and planted a soft
wet kiss against his mouth.
Her lips were velvet light on his own, her tongue a serpent of
excitement within his mouth. She pulled his hand to her breasts,
allowing him his first touch of a woman's tit.
He was pleased at the supple feel of compliant flesh. The nipple
stiffened up quickly. Her mouth exuded a full sigh of joy into his
own. She rubbed her crotch against his leg, getting his leg wet with
her juices. He felt down the bone bumpy skin along her spine to the
crack of her ass.
One hand on her butt, the other pinching the sharp red nipples, Andy
was in ecstasy. Her eyes opened occasionally to look longingly into
his own. Her hair was now moist with sweat at the roots, and slipped
into their kiss when it could.
Her hand was rubbing at his crotch and balls, trying to get another
rise out of him. As he felt her tits, he became aware how each pull or
pinch of the nipples seemed to cause her hips to become more frenzied.
His cock began to harden again.
He slipped his own hand down twixt Paige's moist thighs. Her wetness
was a real serious turn-on, his cock becoming very stiff now. He
worked a finger in the folds of her pussy. As his forefinger worked
around, she winced.
"ow, that hurts, be more gentle lover," she admonished. He tried
keeping the finger straighter, running the adjacent thumb along the
top, where he'd seen her rubbing earlier.
"Oh yes! Much better," she sighed.
Her legs parted at this touch. He worked his body up to a sitting
position, allowing him to suckle at her breast. The roughness at the
back of his tongue drew a deep moan from her.
He worked both of the hard nipples with his tongue, delighted as he
switched from one to the other with his mouth. He found biting down
gently with his teeth excited the erect red tips as well, eliciting a
deep moan from Paige.
"God yes, more." she whispered throatily. He was unsure whether she
wanted her tits played with more, or if the thumb and forefinger he
was using on her cunt were what she was after.
He jambed down harder with his thumb. She rewarded his effort by
thrusting her pelvis back against him. Her bucking became more furious
as he concentrated on making her come. He felt a bump of harder flesh
with his thumb and as he rubbed it, her head swung wildly from side to
side.
"AAIIIIEEEEE!" she started with a scream but supressed as much noise
as she could, not wanting her brother to hear.
She lay panting trying to recover her breath.
He worked around between her legs. She looked up at him anxiously.
There was a nervous look in her eyes. She lifted her legs, and he
rubbed her cunt lips with the tip of his prick.
"Oh my." she whispered, anxiety in her tone.
He pressed it in a little. It went in slowly, with difficulty. He
adjusted his hips a bit, and it slid in a little more easily.
"aaaah!" came from his own mouth.
"My, oh my," she said, looking at where his cock was embedded. "I
never thought it would feel like this."
He gulped. He'd assumed from her phone call she'd been fucking Jim
regularly, and knew exactly what to do.
"You mean you never actually fucked before?"
"No, I mean, Jim and I were waiting for me to be on the pill for a
whole month first..."
Great, he thought. Why didn't I hear her thinking about that? Well, he
was in now, and damn if he was gonna pull out.
"How long have you been on the pill now?"
"Two weeks."
"I hope it's long enough," he began to pump into her. Her hips helped
him, undulating slowly in concert with his motions, "so what have you
and Jim done then?"
"Oh a little necking, heavy petting. I blow him, he eats me. Some
times we've been very interested in getting started. So I let him,
well you know."
"uh, uh," no he didn't know. But she said it inside her head. He could
feel her imagining Jim's long hard dong up her ass. He almost lost his
rhythm. "YOU TOOK HIM UP YOUR ASS?!"
Her face a red color, she turned it to the side. Her body kept moving
with his but she'd closed her eyes completely. Embarrassed, she didn't
say anything.
"Paige, Paige?" he tried softly to get a response. She was beginning
to bounce her chin with the rhythm of their sexual motion. Her mouth
opened a fraction, showing a row of teeth being caressed lightly by
her little pink tongue.
"Paige, if he fucked your ass, I want to fuck your ass too."
"Do you really?" she turned surprised, and somewhat pleased. "Oh god,
this feels so nice. Having a man inside me, I mean."
"After this, what do, uh, we do so I can enter your hershey highway?"
"Hershey Highway?, where do you get these wierd names?"
"Never mind, ungh, do we need to do anything special?"
"No, I kinda like it, all we need is something to lubricate me as you
get in."
"Good, I'm gonna come soon."
"Oh good, fuck me baby, fuck me like I've never been fucked before,"
she didn't even realise the double meaning in her own words.
He started pounding away hard enough to make the bed rock. Her face
was sweating from the activity. Bouncing in and out of her slit made
his cock feel so nice, he just didn't want to stop.
He really wanted to see her face as she came again. He intently
focused on watching her, willing her to orgasm so he could watch as he
came. Almost instantly her face started to contort into the instensity
he'd seen before, twisting her muscles, stretching her mouth wide. Her
head shook violently, her hair flopped recklessly above. She bawled
out an orgasmic screech, squelching as much noise as she could. Her
orgasm didn't end either, he was watching still, concentrating on
seeing all of it.
Seeing her go over brought him to the edge of his own chasm. He felt
the pressure welling up within. It came up from the bottom of his
pleasure and swelled beyond all proportion, flooding her with gushing
liquid. He swore he could feel his cock throbbing inside of her,
vibrating from the heavy flow of semen.
As he came down from this high, she gasped for air, finally finished
with the heavy orgasm she'd received. She was totally limp underneath
him. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving the air in and out. He
was pretty spent as well. Between his intense pleasure watching her
orgasm, and his own orgasm, he felt like just going to sleep.
A moment later she did just that. But he got up.
He walked to the bathroom at the end of the hall, and took a quick
warm shower. As he dried off, he spotted the baby oil over the sink.
He filled a cup with cold water and walked back to Paige's room.
She was sleeping lightly. A little shoulder shaking and she smiled at
him. He decided he wouldn't need the water.
"Hello lover."
"Shall we try your back door now?"
"Now!?"
"Sure now, I brought the baby oil, and I'm sure you can help me get it
up again." She looked at him dubiously. He could tell she thought she
was too tired, too blown away by the unbelievably strong release she'd
only just had. He thought at her again. He thought at her that she was
horny still, and had at least one more thrill coming.
She perked up immediately.
"Okay, here's what we'll do. You sit at the edge of the bed, and I'll
try to suck you to erection." she pertly offered up.
Following her direction he sat at the edge of the bed. She got up, her
firm boobs bouncing as she went. Standing immediately before him, she
spread her legs as if to do exercises, tilted her head back, and with
both hands stroked her hair down behind her. The globes formed by her
tits stretched tightly, poking towards Andy's face. He reached out to
both of them and pinched gently on the nipples.
"Oh yeah, that feels nice," she held the pose a few moments. Andy
could tell she'd only meant to stretch, but was enjoying the
stimulation her nipples received. "Oh yeah."
Finally, she knelt down in front of him, with an elbow over either
leg. Her hands began to rub on the still damp prick.
"What a nice cock you've got Andy." She smiled up at him enticingly.
He moved a hand across her cheek, resting his middle finger against
her soft lips. He leaned her head into his palm. As her hands were
still doing all the work on his prick, he inserted the finger into
her mouth he'd rested at her lip.
She sucked the finger greedily into her mouth, running her tongue over
the knuckles and nail. She moved her lips up and down the length of
the finger, while squeezing and pulling on his cock in the same way
with her hands.
He laid back, spreading his arms to either side. Now that Paige's
mouth wasn't worshiping his finger, she devoured his manhood. The
limp, well not entirely, penis was completely enveloped between her
lips. For measure, she also sucked his balls into her mouth as well.
After a moment the organ became harder, and she could only fit the
trunk of his cock into her mouth. As it stiffened, she concentrated on
getting the tip as heavily stimulated as her tongue and lips could
make it. Every third or fourth stroke, she tried to plunge the head
past her mouth, into her throat.
Really stiff now, he tapped her shoulder and sat up.
"Okay," she said, positioning herself on the bed. "take some of the
baby oil, warm it between your palms, and coat your prick with it."
She knelt on the edge of the bed, facing into the bed. She put her
shoulders down against the matress and turned her face left, to see
how Andy was doing.
"Warm a little more up, and work it around my asshole, and in with
your fingers." She reached back to her ass and pulled the cheeks
further apart for him.
He rubbed, as she'd directed, the oil on his cock. It felt real nice.
Maybe he should use this for masturbation too. Although he figured
with this thought control stuff, he'd never want for pussy, not ever.
He poured a little more oil on his hand. He worked some warmth into it
then reached out to her tush. Seeing her face mushed helplessly
against the bed helped keep his cock erect. He began to play his hands
over the lovely skin of her buttocks. Her passive position allowed him
a lot of leeway over when he actually entered her.
He slipped his middle finger into the tiny rosette nestled between her
cheeks. He worked the oil in, then added some more. She moaned, a light
sound as he touched this most intimate part of her body.
"Yess..." came muffled from the soon to be violated woman. "Now when
you enter, do it slowly. It may be tight, but you'll fit."
Using his hand, he rubbed his prick's head against the tiny opening.
She let out a little gasp in anticipation. Shudders ran through her
body, expecting the initial thrust at any moment.
He pressed the head of his prick into her.
"OH!" she yelped.
He could read her amazement at how startled it made her each time a
cock entered her nether hole. He pushed in another inch. A gasp came
from the now completely pinned girl.
"Don't stop now," she gasped out. "it's just getting good!"
He pressed forward, again only another inch. He relished the meeting
of their flesh, her grasping rectum and his rock hard prick. Pushing
on, he lodged himself in her to the hilt. The sensation was of strong
suction, and squeezing. Her muscled cavity was trying to eject him. He
could sense the tingling feeling she was getting from her overfull
ass.
Now that he was in, he began sliding out again. And in. Slowly he
build momentum, reaching around to play with her cunt. Her free arm
was moving to allow her hand access to one of her nipples. Her other
hand worked underneath to her pussy, and ended up stroking the hand he
was using at her crotch.
He fucked her madly. Her ass came pounding back at him, and with a
smack, his balls rocked forward against her frontal cavity.
She moaned, gasped, and whimpered as his antics at her back door
accelerated. Soon he felt the squeezing pulses of flowing semen flood
up through his plumbing and into hers. He shouted out his pleasure.
She continued to beg, plead and whimper for him to keep fucking her.
She finally let loose a spasm of release, and commenced to cry. He
held her, draped across her back, leaving her pinned beneath.
Crying still, she dropped into a deep slumber, not to wake even as he
popped his penis free of her tight ass. He rolled her onto her back
and covered her with the blankets.
Then Andy snuck back to his bed in Eddie's room. Paige had been great
fun. And Ann was going to be sweet when he got her alone.
He went to sleep imagining how many ways he would take Ann.
====
Handwritten on the yellow post-it-note attached: I know how much you
love these little tidbits Dave, I'll send more if I can sneak them
out -Jack
****
Jeez, and this was to be a really short piece. Just didn't work out as
short as I'd intended.
-Blackie
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*Article: 9768 of alt.sex.stories
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*Subject: Storie: From the Files of the Institute WT0002
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Another side tale in the universe of _The Book_.
This is another from the files of the Institutes in which a telepath
picked up by the institute has been 'debriefed'.
There were some interesting suggestions for _The Book_ that may not
get used there, but since this little outlet for more _Book_ universe
stories has been created, I thought, well, what the hey.
This is non-consensual, m/f, f/f. mind control, power trip stuff, ah,
er, there's a sex change trip in this one... it's not what I intended
when I started, but that's the direction the story went.
Hit 'n' now to skip this...
_From the Files of the Institute_
Case WT0002
Memo: status- private.
To: Dr. D. Roberts
Fr: Dr. J. Williams
Re: William Thompson, case WT0002
Dt: February 12, 1980
Dave,
I thought the following would be of interest. This is the summary
of debriefing from the field agents combined with the thiopental
sessions from the subject and his coven.
Our tech writers insist a narrative form is better for the
synopsis. In general we all agree, but I know it isn't the normal
form seen in the literature.
Detailed reports from the agents and transcripts of the subject's
and coven's questioning are only available here on site. Security
will not allow removal of material from this site.
Subject was 24 when he was picked up. He was a spark for over
8 years. Um, there were some real oddities to the capture of this
spark. You may guess what type of oddities after reading this.
Jack.
SUMMARY OF SUBJECT WT0002, MATURE TELEPATHIC OPERATIONS
William, Bill as he preferred to be called, had been through this
before. Over the last six years he'd learned to use his talent well.
He was bored and looking for a new thrill for his sexual release.
It had begun when he went on 'Safari' in Kenya with his father. It
wasn't a real Safari, but some kind of archeological dig his dad
worked at. His mother was anxious since she and his father had been
divorced since he was eight. She was worried the boy's father
wouldn't let him return. He had.
The strange witch doctor visiting the camp 20 minutes from Malindi
took him off to look at the sea. His father didn't mind, so for a few
hours the two of them, the uniquely painted tribesman, and the boy,
stared out at the Indian Ocean. He told the man he liked to hear the
waves.
The witch doctor told him he should hear the waves people made. He
didn't know what the odd but harmless quack meant, but put up with the
waving of his strange rattles and bones in Bill's direction. The old
geezer was bizarre, but friendly enough.
Soon afterwards the talent settled in. He never knew if he'd always
had the skill or if the shaman had woken something new in him. But
afterwards, ever afterwards, he could read minds and manipulate them.
On the flight home, he'd listened in to the thoughts about him with
interest, experimenting on the waitresses, ah, stewardesses, to learn
how to control them. They brought him anything he asked for, even
moved him to the empty first class section of the cabin.
His first sexual conquest had been his own mother when he got home.
She'd been in his sex fantasies since he was fourteen. And after his
African journey she was not only a willing sex partner, but educated
him in many unusual possible sex practices.
After that, there was a string of girls in high school, then in
college. He was erratic in his collection of playthings, keeping only
one or two at a time. He became quite well known in his schools for
being able to get into any girl's pants on a bet.
Once he took a teacher, in front of his classmates, simply on a
wager. It was easy making it look as though he publicly seduced her,
but anyone who really thought about it might wonder just what
happened that day. He had to perform a lot more work afterwards.
Covering up the incident, so she didn't lose her job, so he didn't get
in trouble.
In college he won heavily at poker, but was only marginally better
than others in competitive sports. He found he could only use so much
of the mind reading talent to compete physically, after all.
Graduated, without cheating in classes, he was out and on his own.
He'd gotten a marketing job with P&G and accumulated a little money.
In time, his talent would take him right up the corporate ladder.
But he tended get bored with the pair of girlfriends he had, changing
them for another couple every few weeks. Typically, he'd pick up a
pair of girls who were already friends and when he dumped them, they
went looking together for another man to share. He liked this odd
little twist.
Bill was hanging out at a roller rink, when a woman, about twenty-six,
maybe twenty-seven, rolled past, swinging her arms in a way that
displayed her assets nicely. Her five foot eight inch height was
appealing as well, since he liked taller women.
He decided quickly on having her for the night. Watching her, he
admired her long sinuous legs, the way her bottom was formed as she
stroked her way along the rail, and the smile lighting her face. Her
hair was dirty blonde, tied back to keep it away from her eyes. The
swinging arms were hinged to her body in very attractive rounded
shoulders. Her face was more than passing fair.
He probed her gently, planting the idea she should find an excuse to
come talk to him, any excuse. A few minutes later she skidded to a
halt at the nearest exit from the rink.
"Hi, I could help but notice you haven't been skating much." her voice
sparkled, the face lit up with consummate joy.
"I was waiting for you to invite me."
"Consider yourself invited," she yanked him out into the rink, not
quite what he'd had in mind, but what the hell. The jaunt might be a
fun little exercise.
He wasn't very good, so he gathered from her mind and muscles the
necessary skill for skating, and started to use some of the newly
learned ability. She seemed pleased he could keep up with her.
They zipped around the rink a few times, then he began to perform some
of the little stunt twists, backward skating, and the skate dancing
she liked to display herself. His balance was tricky, but it worked.
"My boyfriend isn't as good as you."
Boyfriend? Ah, yes, the man glaring at us from the area of the
concession stand. He probed the guy, making him interested in finding
another girl and forgetting this one. Hmm. What was her name? Poking
about, rather than asking, he found it, she was Sally.
"Sally, what do you say, shall we go have some dinner?"
"Well my boyfriend," and she began to forget the now vanished
boyfriend, "gee, I guess that would be cool."
He enjoyed the shimmering motions of her backside as she stepped out
of the rink, and headed for her locker. She changed into her sneakers,
oh my- we must change that he thought, and hung the skates around the
back of her neck. He turned in his rented ones, getting his own shoes
on his feet.
Her date had brought her, so taking her in his car was no problem. He
drove directly home. At the door, Jill and Peggy greeted him, happy to
see he'd brought a playmate. But he shooed them off, telling them to
get dinner for his guest.
Sally looked dubious at the idea of some guy having her to dinner at
his house and having his live in housemates preparing the food, but
he easily calmed her fears. He sent soothing thoughts into her mind,
encouraging her to go along, enjoying the moment.
"Well Sally, now we will start a little experiment. You're going to
help."
"Oh boy!" a little too cheerfully.
"I want you to go in the bedroom and lie down for a while."
She frowned, but did as he told her. His manipulations made her
drowsy. Moments later she was sound asleep.
He was uncertain he could do what he intended. He'd been curious about
women for some time, more than just using them. He wanted to try,
well, try on the body of a woman for a while. A little like changing
his clothing. It was something appealing to his sense of adventure.
He went to the spare bedroom, the unused one, there being several
others in use by his house pets. He lay down and made himself
comfortable.
He began by putting his own body to sleep. He'd found some time ago
this was possible now, with his center, his self, still alert and
active. Meticulously, he began taking over Sally's body. He started by
controlling her arms, then her legs. He slowly connected every length
of nerve into his self center. He began to feel the soft contact of
the bed to her body, and air lapping over her face.
He could hear the sounds of the dishes being done. There were the
sounds of giggling women, sharing some sort of gossip as well. She
stood. Er, he, well the body he was using, Sally's, stood.
The balance seemed odd. She was muscular, but the added weight on her
chest was a touch off expectations. S/he looked in the mirror. She
looked pretty yummy. The crotch seemed to dampen immediately. Oh!, she
thought, I've got a cunt. Startled at the gender assumption in her new
mind, she probed her old body, finding it in a mental form of stasis.
Well, she thought, lets try this out a little. She summoned Jill from
the kitchen.
Jill came in momentarily, long black hair flowing back from her head,
almost forming a lovely mane. Jill was almost five feet tall, slender
with firm, not overly large, breasts. She wore heels bringing her
height up a bit. Her stockings were perfectly smooth, and the come
fuck me outfit she wore was a tight fitting knee length dress, with a
body tight sleeveless t-shirt.
Sally, because now she was Sally, realized she still had on her skating
outfit. With her legs exposed, the short skirted exercise dress was
buttoned up the front as one piece, right up to her cleavage.
Jill looked confused by meeting Sally here, but knew Bill's directions
were frequently odd, and she always enjoyed what he had her do.
"Are we waiting for Bill?"
"No we're go to do without Bill tonight."
"Oh." Sally walked around Jill, savoring the confusion radiating from
the other woman. She issued a mental command to Jill, to obey her and
enjoy everything she did to Jill.
"Stand still for me."
Jill twitched, but settled into a pose for Sally. Sally reached out
and drew her fingers along the other woman's red lips. They jutted out
a little in a pucker as she pressed her red fingernail tip into Jill's
mouth.
Sally slid the finger all the way in, allowing Jill to lash her tongue
along Sally's skin. She took her time moving it about, knowing the
tip was actually in Jill's throat. Bill had trained Jill not to allow
her gag reflex to interfere with the pleasure of entering her throat.
Sally worked around Jill's side. Jill's dress zipped down the back.
She opened Jill's zipper, sliding the metal shank slowly down to the
end. Bill had the women go braless and panty free about the house, so
the skin Sally found on Jill's back was not covered by bra straps.
Sally enjoyed tracing her fingernails, about a quarter inch past the
tips of her fingers in a scratching motion along the other woman's
skin. White lines from the claw like attack left white trails on the
surface of the epidermis.
Jill was gasping her pleasure at the attack on her back. Sally's
finger still in Jill's mouth made this a difficult task. Sally let out
a little giggle, to her own surprise.
"My name is Sally," she said, "and I want to hear how everything
feels."
She took her finger out of Jill's mouth. Then she stepped behind Jill
and started to nuzzle the exposed neck, while wrapping her slim arms
around Jill's middle and taking hold of the bouncy tits she knew would
be there.
Jill hung her head forward, letting out a slight moan.
"Your hands feel very soft on my breasts, so nice, so good.. I like
the way you're pulling them in handfuls, it's pleasant and ooooh
yes," this last accompanied a tight pinch at both nipples by Sally's
strong thumb and fingers. "I like that, your tongue on my neck is
sending goose bumps down my spine. You, oh, you can get a little
rougher on my nipples, it makes my knees weak. God yes. I want to turn
and feel you too, but I know I must stand still here. It makes me hot
to be used like this. Your lips on by earlobe are hot and, oh god!, I
want to drop. Please don't stop pulling at my nipples, oh god!"
"You don't have to talk anymore if you don't want to."
Sally stepped back, and yanked the house dress uniform off Jill,
dropping it down around the woman's ankles. Of course this left the
stockings on. They were the old style stockings, held by a garter
belt, and hooks. Bill had liked this, Sally felt this was good too.
The high heels kept Jill standing with her bottom jutting back
slightly.
She stepped against the other woman's bottom, relishing the feel of
Jill's skin. Jill leaned back into her as her tongue explored Jill's
ear. Jill's hands reached back and caressed Sally's blonde tresses as
Sally worked the flats of her teeth along the naked skin of Jill's neck
and shoulders.
Sally felt her scalp prickle with the other woman's gentle caress. The
nails scraped lightly along her hair roots, giving her an eye closing
sensation. She let the other woman run fingers through her hair a
while, reaching around to feel the naked breasts she was longing to
suck.
As she began to twiddle with Jill's nipples, Jill turned her head and
pulled her forward in a delectable full mouthed kiss. Her tongue was
snapped at lightly by hungry and gentle teeth.
For several minutes, the two stood embraced, Sally holding Jill from
behind, lips locked together, neither able to hold their eyes open for
more than a few moments.
Sally felt her breasts were confined. Breaking the kiss she was
astounded to realize she was still completely dressed.
"Undress me Jill."
The other woman smiled lecherously. She began by unbuttoning the
skating uniform from the chest down, exposing Sally's bra, an
underwire support type. When she finished the last button, she peeled
the shoulder and arms of the outfit down along Sally's body, exposing
soft light brown skin as she went. Finally, Sally stepped free from
the outfit and kicked it to one side. Jill began unhooking the back of
her bra, and Sally turned towards the mirror to admire her own body a
second time.
As Jill removed the panties she wore, she looked at her heavy
knockers. They hung a little more than Bill would be thrilled with,
being somewhat larger than seemed right for her body. Her nipples were
large brown disks, tipped with slightly darker knobs of flesh. Her
hips were slender forming an hour glass shape worthy of admiration,
the legs were long and shaped down to narrow but strong ankles. The
sensation she got touching her own boobs was very electric, not
jolting, just a tingling rush.
Jill stood behind her now, and on her own, without direction, began to
cup the undersides of her breasts. Jill's face was pressed against the
back of Sally's shoulders. Her nipples pressed into Sally's back, hard
from her arousal.
Sally felt a hand work around to her fuzzy hairs. The slender fingers
were stroking across the curly little pubic fuzz with a skilled and
practiced motion. Sally began to feel weak in her knees. The caresses
were forcing her body into surges of motion, nice surges, but not ones
she'd planned.
She could feel her chest cavity suck in air more rhythmically, a
rhythm Bill could match, but had never managed to produce smoothly
on his own.
She gasped out an "OH!", and through her lust driven haze could make
out her body in the mirror, shuddering and curling into the
administrations Jill was performing.
A finger touched something between her legs and her knees all but
buckled. The heat and energy generated between her thighs was making
her drip. She could feel a few drops making their way down the
insides of her legs. She crossed one knee in front of the other,
holding that leg up on tip toe.
She was standing there, being held by a very attractive brunette,
being moved to ecstasy, and not in control of her body at all. The
fingers between her thighs slipped inside her. She felt the motion
with a slow motion quality of unreal objectivity. The intruding
finger was sending irresistible signals through her panting, gyrating
torso. It was a control point, permitting Jill to own her orgasm.
And the orgasm was coming to. The explosion sent her head waving about
in circles. Her hair slapped her in the face, and she heard a scream.
Then another. It wasn't until the third scream she realized it was her
own.
She slumped, the strong arms of the other woman holding her up until
she recovered enough to use her own legs.
When Sally did recover, she led Jill to the bed.
Sally lay down alongside Jill and started playing with the other
woman's nipples. Leaning forward, she covered the nipples of Jill's
tits with her tongue, one at a time.
Jill closed her eyes and kept her arms spread wide. Sally sucked the
succulent nipples into her mouth, rolling them about with her tongue.
She pulled and nipped at them, as Jill moaned and rolled her head.
The rubbery knobs of flesh remained sharply erect as Sally pinched
them between her own thin red nailed fingers. Her amorous acquaintance
was making the most delightful moaning sounds. The trail she began to
trace down the woman's tummy with her tongue ended as she reached the
jet black garter belt.
Rubbing her shoulders against the slippery stockings Jill wore, she
moved into position so the shoes Jill still had on were laying against
the middle of her back. Sally started to lick the skin around the
labia before her.
Her fingers touched the furry patch of the brunette, seeking out the
opening to the inner sanctum. The pink, moist pussy lips spread
between her fingers, Sally began to lick the length of the hole. The
taste was, well, bland. But she enjoyed the way Jill's hands had
clamped onto the back of her head, pulling against her to make her
stimulation actions stronger.
Sally tickled the outer cunt lips with her tongue and chin for a
while, allowing her tongue to slide into the cunt the inch or so it
would go. Disappointed at how much penetration her tongue could
achieve, she unwrapped her arms from around one of the silk stocking
covered legs, and inserted her forefinger and middle finger.
Jill bucked against her tongue, and violating fingers. Jill's fist
worked into her own mouth, clenched to white knuckles. The moaning
came in gasps, and Jill's voice pleaded, begging sincerely, to be
allowed to come.
Sally pumped the fingers in and out, lips and teeth nipping at the
clit at the top of the opening. With her free left hand, she managed
to reach for the right tit. She could see the mounds of Jill's
breasts, heaving as Jill arched her back and kicked with her legs.
The spasms of orgasm began, and Jill began to thrash about wildly.
The primal scream stretched into a screech, and Jill's thighs clamped
the head between them tightly. Jill continued to hump wildly for a few
moments, but Sally knew she'd be unable to come again without special
help. Telepathic help.
Jill started to come off the high, gasping and wheezing for breath
after her exertion. The pink glow about her face was pleasing to
behold.
Sally, feeling the need, stepped into the bathroom to pee.
After experiencing a woman's use of the toilet, Bill's center began to
attempt reattaching to his own body. The nerves for the extremities
first, then the more complex nervous systems, then he dropped himself
back into himself.
It felt odd to be a man, the balance was odd without the weight at the
chest. There was something extra in her, er, his pants. Thinking what
he'd done, the lump there stiffened substantially. There was a
strange dislocation, the angle of view was higher, and the motions
restricted by the bones in the pelvis. He stood and looked at himself
in the mirror. Bill was back.
Sally, very confused, and disturbed about her nudity with another
woman, was still in the other bedroom. He changed her, programming her
mind to be in love with him, willing to do anything he requested.
He was going in to fuck her, to fuck himself, to just fuck. One of
the best sessions of masturbation he could imaging would be plunging his
prick in the cunt that would be his on occasion.
For a while, he'd have three playthings. He would be using her again,
perhaps in new and different ways.
====
On a sheet paper clipped to the back of the manuscript: "Dave, we
weren't sure we got this spark until we had all of his coven locked
away too. You wouldn't believe how scared the brass were over this
one. -Jack"
****
Ah yes, those suggestions can lead to unusual stories.
_The Book_ is still being worked on. Episode 9 is in progress.
-Blackie
"Young lady, get yourself a cucumber,
it'll stay hard for a week,
and it won't talk back to you."
-Dr. Ruth
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*Subject: Story: From the Files of the Institute MB0004
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Another side tale in the universe of _The Book_, 'from the files of
the Institute'. Suggested by a reader comment.
This story's characters are not based on anyone real. Any resemblance
to anyone living, dead, or otherwise, is strictly coincidental.
The following is a mind control story. A little different from most.
Maybe worse, Idunno. Once again, I'm not sure I like it.
m/f, non-consensual.
Hit 'n' to skip the story.
_From the Files of the Institute_
Case MB0004
Memo: status- private.
To: Dr. D. Roberts
Fr: Dr. J. Williams
Re: Mary Benson, case MB0004
Dt: April 21, 1980
Dave,
I thought the following would be of interest. This is the summary
of debriefing from the field agents combined with the thiopental
sessions from the subject. This one didn't have the usual coven.
Detailed reports from the agents and transcripts of the subject's
and coven's questioning are only available here on site. Security
will not allow removal of material from this site.
Subject was 29 when she was picked up. She was a spark for over
3 years. She doesn't project the way some of the others do.
Jack.
SUMMARY OF SUBJECT MB0004, MATURE TELEPATH, RECEIVER
She'd been working in the test lab for the last two years before the
incident happened.
They were working on the irradiated version of the formulae, hoping
to reproduce the batch accidentally produced over 5 months ago. There
was profit promised by the strange drug.
She was the last one in the lab, cleaning up the mess. Disappointment
flared, it seemed like too much work to reproduce the original liquid.
When the beaker fell over, she bent to pick up the broken pieces. Cut,
she was startled and slammed backwards knocking over the table someone
had carelessly left the lead lined gloves on. The gloves brushed along
her legs, something sharp puncturing the skin.
First, the hand with blood dripping had to be dressed. The first aid
kit was adequately supplied for this. Then examining the leg, it was
apparent a small fragment of something had entered her skin.
A splinter. A splinter that shouldn't be possible. She found a pair of
forceps and removed the tiny sliver. Uncertain what it was or where it
really came from she turned on the Geiger counter and watched it tick
angrily. She sealed it away in some lead foil and placed it aside for
Frank to lock away with the other radioactive material later. The
brief exposure from so small an object was unlikely to cause her any
problems, but she logged it anyway. The medical staff would look at
her tomorrow.
After finally clearing away the remaining mess, it was time to go
home.
The bath water was a welcome relief, easing tight sore muscles,
draining tension away slowly. The soothing soaking eased the day into
oblivion. She got out, put on her silk bathrobe and lay down.
She could feel odd thoughts in her head. The college kid in the
apartment next door was thinking about sex. Images of breasts and
naked women began to fill her head.
The young man was working at his arousal with glee, and she couldn't
avoid feeling some arousal herself. As she sat, trying not to feel
too aroused, to escape the sensations, he thought of her. The image
of her at the laundry was improved, a fantasy figure. And as he
thought about feeling her body, she became sharply horny. Exactly as
the imaginary her in his fantasy did.
She was on her feet in no time. Grabbing her keys, she popped into the
hall and knocked at his door.
Frantic sounds came from within, where she knew him to be hiding his
masturbation reading material. He tried to keep the sexual images in
his mind though. Obviously intending to return to the activity once
whoever was at the door left.
"Hello?," he said, opening the door, "Oh yes. Hello Mary. What can I
do for you?" He was dressed only in cutoff jeans and a Stones t-shirt.
His brownish black hair tossled from laying down. He opened the door
wider, exposing the sloppily kept apartment.
She stepped past him into the room. His thoughts radiated desire for
her. She couldn't stop them, she knew the heat rising within her
flowed from him.
"I, uh, I haven't seen you recently," she said lamely.
He'd never seen her like this, he thought. Her hair wet, down across
her shoulders, the slinky bathrobe was partially open. A slight touch
of her pale tummy was exposed up to the bottoms of her breasts.
He closed the door.
Her eyes fluttered, breath catching in her throat.
"I...," She leaned into him, pressing her lips against his surprised
face.
Recovering, he pulled him close. Holding her body with his arms
nestled along her back. She drove her tongue into his throat, anxious
to enjoy the lusty body he imagined for himself.
His hands explored her. She could sense the surprised joy inside him,
welling up with it herself. His hardening prick pressed against her
thigh, and the feeling in his crotch filled her's with moisture.
As his fingers entered the slit of the bathrobe, she turned to allow
him easier access to her breasts. The nipples responded with every
touch as he thought how she must enjoy being handled. His belief she
would enjoy rougher treatment led to sharper arousal as he pinched her
nipples.
He felt certain she loved him secretly, or she wouldn't be throwing
herself at him now. The sudden visit was spectacular. She must need me
to take her pretty bad, he thought.
He nipped at the sides of her neck. Whispering breathily into his ear,
she said "I've loved you secretly for a while now. I need you to take
me, badly."
He peeled away the bathrobe, exposing her body, still wet from the
shower. His hands slipped along the curves from her shoulders to her
ass, glorying in the soft naked flesh.
She moaned from excitement. His touch played across her skin as if it
were the keys of a piano. The tiny pressures were delicate and sent
shoots of pleasure from the skin to her throat. At her throat played
a symphony of sexual arousal, a steady stream of moans, changing
pitch and tone as the fingers explored.
He paused to pull off the shorts and t-shirt. Two muscular arms lifted
her. She tucked her face into his shoulder. Gently, as though caring
for a rare flower, he placed her on the mattress in the corner.
She wanted to suck him. Yes, she wanted him in her mouth. She could no
longer tell if this was an original thought, or one extracted from his
mind. As he knelt, she took his cock in her hand, guiding it to her
face.
She could see the image of her unblemished face wrapped around him.
His eyes told her the story of how she made love to his cock. Her
tongue was long and velvety, caressing every curve or edge his prick
had. She sucked him in as deeply as possible, astounded as she
suppressed the gag reflex. He'd known she could do it, and he was
actually in her throat, filling her as she'd never been filled.
She stroked her mouth up and down the manthing she was worshiping.
The soft red of her lips gliding along naturally as though she did
this every day. Her excitement was astounding. It rose heavily as she
felt the come enter her throat and wash into her.
He was shouting his joy. She was gleeful at this sensation, the
thought of pleasure received. But she also felt his desire to make her
come as well.
She allowed him to suck and nip at her nipples again. The fire that
raced through her came both from the physical contact and that belief
he had, that this excited her. She'd never felt this flame rise in her
chest before.
Her breathing was becoming more patterned. It was deeper and now had a
rhythm to it. She gasped as his fingers reached between the slender
legs. Palm in, the hand cupped the thatch of hairs, rubbing along the
entire length of the outer vaginal passage.
Her body rose to meet the hand's motion, lunging after it when contact
was broken. A finger thrust into the cavity, finding moist excited
flesh to explore.
The muscles in her vagina twitched tightly around that finger. A wave
like movement began at her waist, her pelvis rolling with exertion.
She knew her breasts would be bruised afterwards, but oddly the
brutal, inexperienced attack was driving her excitement upward.
Her fingers were clenched tightly, the nails biting into her palms.
She found any position her head was in was not right, so she kept
trying, neck muscles bound tight, to find a more comfortable position.
Eyes clamped shut, body flopping about hot and heavy, a sound rose
inside of her. It was a loud aboriginal screech, an incredible
blowout of the lung's contents. The orgasm plowed throughout her body.
She started to relax, realization struck that she wasn't finished. The
dampness in her crotch was waiting for the stretching impact of his
long, hard cock. He hadn't finished yet, his stiff cock rising before
her greedy eyes.
Legs held back above her shoulders, she waited for him to move between
her thighs. He guided himself in, and she felt the engorged lump of
flesh grow within her to gigantic proportions. Aroused again, the
vaginal muscles clamped down as tightly as possible on the intruder.
They humped madly against each other, she trying to force more of the
ridiculously large cock into her, him trying to get more of himself
through the opening. He was trying to hold out for her second orgasm.
The pulsating thrusts got through to her quickly, or maybe the
knowledge he was coming reached into her desire. She began to thrash
about again, screaming her pleasure, demanding he fuck her, swearing
loudly how good it felt. He poured his semen into the depths of her
being, enthralled by the intense response he was getting from fucking
her.
He was please with her. She felt happy he was pleased.
When he pulled out, she could see he wasn't as large as he'd felt. He
was drowsy, and she could feel he thought she was too. Soon, very
soon, she slept.
====
In the morning she found a note. Her new love had gone to work.
Suddenly she realized she was probably late. Rushing into her own
apartment, she rushed through the morning rituals as quickly as
possible. As fast as possible, she was out the door, on her way.
She'd put on the sexiest outfit she had, short red skirt, revealing
blouse, stockings, and pumps with the highest heels she owned. She
knew her lover would be pleased when he saw her.
She got to the bus stop just in time for her bus.
The bus was pretty empty at this part of the route. She knew the next
stop had a man she'd always avoided. His leering always disconcerted
her in the past.
Today he got on and sat across the aisle from her, in the window seat.
Then he looked at her.
His arousal upon seeing her was immediate. She felt the imaginary
hands inside her blouse, cupping the slopes of her breasts. Her breath
caught, a light gasp slipping from her lips.
She put her head against the rail like back of the seat before her. He
was imagining his tongue along the lips of her labia. She could feel
the touch along the now moist cunt. Her hips bucked lightly, a very
unconscious act.
She could feel her breasts arousal, nipples popping erect. Her
breathing had become very irregular. A sigh escaped from the man
across from her. Her mouth could feel the intrusion of his imaginary
tongue, pushing aside her own, exploring her teeth. The sensations
from her groin were hot, fluid motions, arousing desire in addition to
sexual response.
Her fingers gripped the seat beneath tightly. She was completely lost
to the desire climbing within her. Her ass could vividly feel the
imagined lick from a tongue that wasn't there. Breathing was becoming
patterned, matching the thrusts her hips were trying to make.
A moan escaped from her.
The bus stopped for another passenger. She felt a certain relief the
dark shape remained at the front of the bus. She heard the clatter of
the coins in the fare box.
A sudden thrust entered her vagina. Nothing there, but she could sense
an embedded cock plunging in and out. She felt very full, knowing he
could imagine her tightness around his manhood. She could see his hand
on his crotch, rubbing so she could see.
The plunging sensation moved to her ass, forcing a sudden gasp of
surprise from her. The force of the oddly invisible prick lifted her
from the seat in rhythmic plunges of passion. Her mouth would not
remain closed, and her voice betrayed her pleasure at the unseen
intrusion. She found her eyes would not remain open, giving her a
hazy, blurred view of the world about her.
Knowing how far gone she was, she began to play with her own nipples.
The additional feel of being pinched and twisted lured her body
further down the road to orgasm. She rolled her head, hair in her eyes
now, and choked out a gasp as the feeling of intrusion was now present
in both apertures.
Although she knew nothing was there, the sense of fullness was strong,
with her body grinding against the cocks that weren't there. Her arms
lifted themselves behind her neck, as though seized by a pair of
strong hands pulling them violently aside. The assailant then yanked
her shoulders and head back, stretching her breasts against the fabric
of her blouse. Her nipples were now clearly visible underneath, jutting
through the clothe to show their erect state.
Her head was forced over to face the man across, who was now
masturbating freely. Her panting continued to grow heavier, her eyes
open to stare at her psychic assailant. She couldn't know it was her
reception, not his sending, doing this to her.
Her bouncing came to a dramatic conclusion as she bit back an
overwhelming urge to scream. Her body driving into orgasm. The surge
coincided with the stranger's spurting a white stream from his purple
peter. Inside, she could almost feel the sudden deposit of semen, in
both cavities. The seat beneath her would be soaked.
Recovering, she began to collect herself. The stop she needed was just
ahead. Red faced with embarrassment, humiliated at the loss of self
control, she slipped past the other passengers. The older women
looked disgusted, she could feel deeply how bad she'd been as she saw
their faces. Her humiliation grew as the women watched her get off.
The teenage boy at the front of the bus seemed pleased, and suddenly
she felt like a heroine in his fantasy. A pride welled at her
performance for this heroic young stud. She hurried off the bus as
his imaginary fingers fumbled with her private parts. She was gasping
on the corner, excited by the idea of his young penis plunging in
between the lips of her cunt.
She was still gasping from the new intrusion, when the bus took the
kid out of range.
She was late after all. Stopping in the woman's room to clean up and
re-apply her makeup delayed her. The boss wanted to see her in his
office. Jane said he was in a bad mood too. Matt was always in a bad
mood though.
"Close the door." She could tell he'd been reading a memo from his
boss, and the budget was cut again this year.
Their privacy ensured, he now looked up at her. As he appraised her
with his eyes, she saw the outward professional he always displayed.
Inwards, he was seeing cherry red nipples, the sloping curves of
unbelievable beauty, and a hot to trot little tidbit. She jolted as
sudden sexual desire climbed her spine to her brain.
"I want to talk to you about your tardiness today. I've got five
important studies underway and you...," Matt trailed off, thinking how
nice it would be to peel away the clothing she wore.
"Unngh," was what came from her traitor mouth.
"Are you all right?"
His thoughts though, had her undressing here and now. Begging him
to let her suck his cock.
She stood slowly. Her hands worked together, unbuttoning the top two
buttons of her blouse. Turning away from him, she kicked off the pumps
she'd worn. Looking over her shoulder she could see the man's jaw
hanging open, his eyes wide with astonishment.
She pulled the blouse from the skirt, and wiggled her bottom
seductively. Undoing the rest of the buttons, she made an act of
removing the blouse, exposing her chest to scrutiny. The bra was a
lacy black thing she'd snatched up in a hurry this morning, but
provided concealment to the nipples yet, hinting only at their shapes.
Her red skirt dropped next, unwrapped from her waist carefully,
hinting at the globes of flesh at the back then revealing the black
panties she wore. Matt was amazed how lovely her little bottom was in
black, he could imagine his hands working her derriere free.
She could almost feel the light touch of hands removing the panties,
but they weren't there. She wasn't much more than a dripping,
quivering cunt, waiting for his direct attention.
He walked to her. If he knew he could, Matt would've ordered to stand
poised, arms apart, palms up, for his personal pleasure. He didn't say
it, but she followed the directions despite the heavy silence in the
room.
Standing behind her, he slipped his hands around the front to cup the
ample breasts she all but displayed. Through the fabric of the bra he
could feel the nipples harden. She moaned, aroused as he touched him.
He peeled away the bra and yanked her panties down immediately. She
gasped, suddenly pleased, as he had expected, with her exposed body.
His fingers ran along the crack of her ass. He pulled her to him and
their tongues melded as one in their mouths.
Wavering on the verge of orgasm, she began peeling his clothing away.
It revealed a little paunch, but not much. His hairy chest turned her
on as he knew it would. She played with the hairs, licking the nipples
of his chest with excited passion.
His strong arms lifted her, whimpering with lust, to the flat of his
desk. He lay her back, head hung over his chair. Pulling her legs
apart, he slowly entered her. One inch, two inches. She moaned and her
thrashing knocked papers aside.
Hands clasped into little fists, she waved her arms about as though
uncertain what they could do to help. He was pounding away, excited by
her arousal. He knew she'd come when he did, so her arousal became an
upward spiral, a flight into ecstasy.
He was grunting in time with her throbbing moans. She could feel the
thrusts he made match the humping movements of her hips and waist. She
could feel his hands pinning her to the desk. Finally she found a use
for her hands, exciting him with an increasingly sensual view of her.
Her fingers reached her nipples and pulled. She pinched and stretched
them for his leisure viewing. Matt became very excited wondering how
far she would pull those nipples and how excited it would make her.
The sensations of pain and pleasure sent her farther up the ecstatic
spiral she'd been climbing.
His seed pushed deep within her, she felt the sudden release of
orgasm. She bit back the scream, knowing the secretary outside would
hear. It came out like a hard violent grunt.
Matt collapsed atop her. He knew she'd been yearning to come to him.
She would be glad to screw him any time he wanted. She was thrilled by
his interest in her body. She felt joy at pleasing her boss's desires,
since he knew she loved him deeply.
"I love you deeply Matt," she whispered. He grinned knowing she would
be his secret mistress for as long as he wanted. The hell with Jane,
the bitch had been threatening to tell his wife.
Mary smiled with glee. Matt would surely keep her well while they
slept together in secret...
====
A taped sheet attached to the manuscript: "Dave, This one gave a whole
new meaning to the term Nympho. Almost every guy in the place had her
a few times before we clamped down to restrict the abuses. -Jack"
****
Again, I dunno if I like it. I hope I did the suggestion justice.
-Blackie
There was a young girl of renown,
Who'd been made by each male in her town,
Her morals were loose
As the bowels of a goose,
And her eyes were a sad rectum brown.
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*Subject: Story: From the Files of the Institute, AL0005
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Another side tale in the universe of _The Book_. Just felt like a
brief break from the other tale.
This is another from the files of the Institutes in which a telepath
picked up by the institute has been 'debriefed'. Again, this is based
on a reader suggestion. See, I do pay some attention.
This is non-consensual, m/f, f/f. mind control.
All characters are imaginary, any resemblance to anyone living or
dead is purely coincidence.
Hit 'n' now to skip this...
_From the Files of the Institute_
Case AL0005
Memo: status- private.
To: Dr. D. Roberts
Fr: Dr. J. Williams
Re: Anna Lauter case AL0005
Dt: March, 1981
Dave,
I thought the following would be of interest. This is the summary
of debriefing from the field agents combined with the thiopental
sessions from the subject and coven.
Our tech writers insist a narrative form is better for the
synopsis. In general we all agree, but I know it isn't the normal
form seen in the literature.
Detailed reports from the agents and transcripts of the subject's
and coven's questioning are only available here on site. Security
will not allow removal of material from this site.
Subject was 29 when she was picked up. She was a spark for about
2 years. As you've probably figured out, the sparks I send you info
about are somewhat unique.
Jack.
SUMMARY OF SUBJECT AL0005, MATURE TELEPATHIC OPERATIONS
Their house was on a hill overlooking a copse of trees by a lake.
Anna looked out over the foliage spying the neighbor's homes scattered
about, as isolated as this one. The spring rains had come and gone.
Little green buds were popping up in the yard and garden, the animals
once again poking their noses into the human occupied areas.
She didn't know how, but it all started last week. She suspected it was
the meteor shower she and Todd sat up to watch. The stars dropped at
sharp angles to the horizon. A fuzzy, comfortable feeling dropped
across her senses as she watched. After a while, Todd wanted to screw.
The sex had been strong as usual, Todd both demanding and gentle.
They'd done it twice, the second time far more intense.
It was as though she could feel his sensations from bearing down on
top of her, pinning her with his cock in her moist tight cunt. She
savored her own helplessness beneath him, both from submitting,
relinquishing the act to him with joy, and from his sense of mastery.
She remembered wishing they had one of their girlfriends around to
join in. But the women who would join them were away on business, or
lived hours away, so they gleefully enjoyed each other that night.
She liked it when Todd took another woman. It made her importance in
his life seem so much greater. She was the one he married, she was the
one he kept. She got the best sex, the most love, all the good fun
they shared. Besides, she got to make the girlfriends too sometimes.
Dominating their girlfriends was sweet too, a lot like being an
extension of Todd.
Starting a week ago, she found she could feel other peoples emotions.
She noticed it today when the man came by to repair the well pump.
He'd been irritated, which showed on his face. But under the
irritation was a desire to go home for tender dalliance with his wife.
She wallowed for a while in the bedroom while he worked, sensing every
imagined orgasm he would give his wife. It was all she could do to
keep from trying to seduce him. But she really wanted Todd. Later
after he left, she visited her neighbor, Janice.
Janice was a lovely woman. Her kindness had helped when they moved in,
but under it now, Anna could sense a boredom. The kind of boredom the
droll existence as housewife created.
Anna couldn't see why she'd be bored. The woman was very attractive,
at about five feet six inches her body was in excellent condition. She
was wide boned, with plenty of tasty deep cleavage and soothing
curves at her waist. Almost any man she wanted would tumble her
without a second thought. Todd recently expressed a desire to explore
Janice's body. Anna liked the idea too.
They'd babbled for a while and she invited Janice to come to dinner
tonight while Janice's husband was away on business. She made an
attempt to push the feeling of happiness with the idea at the woman.
It was a little surprising to realize it had worked. The invitation
was quickly and eagerly accepted.
Janice should be here at any moment. Dinner was almost completely
ready. Todd was cleaning up in the basement, and would join them as
soon as he'd washed up. Anna could feel him happily imagining
humping Janice after dinner. She smiled at the thought, she would help
in any way she could.
She took her panties off in anticipation, returning them to the
bedroom. She lingered a moment, wondering if she'd get to use Janice
as well.
A new Buick pulled up the driveway, Janice's car. She'd come right on
time. Even from here, Anna could sense her pleased happiness at coming
to dinner with them.
After an exchange of pleasantries, the weather, how Mr. Morgan might
ruin the view putting up a windmill, and on and on, they sat down to
food. The roast was cooked perfectly, Anna was very pleased with
herself.
Todd did pretty well over dinner, not openly displaying his lust for
the other woman. Anna could tell his excitement was high, hoping
they'd find an opening to draw Janice into the sack.
They adjourned to the living room. Janice sat on the couch, Todd sat
down beside her. Anna, knowing what Todd wanted, as much from sensing
his desire as from knowing him, sat in the arm chair.
Janice had worn a short skirt, displaying her long tanned legs to
great effect with 3 inch pumps accenting her ankles. She wore one of
her husband's old shirts. It was a soft felt thing, and did a fair
job of keeping her large bustline hidden. That seemed to be Janice's
intent. Her brunette hair bobbed just even with her ears, teardrop
earrings accenting a smooth brown neck.
Janice felt comfortable. She changed her plans to attend a local
artist's meeting tonight to have dinner with Anna and Todd. They were
a nice couple, but she usually wouldn't have come on Art Gathering
night. But here she was.
They'd been talking about local politics, who should be mayor, when
Janice felt Todd's hand start to explore her knee. She was shocked and
alarmed. Even if she were interested, which she wasn't, he was doing
this right in front of his wife!
She reached her hand out to push Todd's away.
Anna immediately felt her consternation. She tried to share sexual
arousal, the arousal she felt just watching Todd, with her friend.
She wanted Janice to feel the heat of Todd's advances.
The change in Janice was immediate. Her eyes locked onto Todd's and
desire seemed to glow from both of them. Her tongue pressed the back
of her own teeth.
Janice didn't know what to make of the hand as it crept up her leg,
but now she didn't want it to stop either. She could feel moisture
between her legs, and a tingling excitement in her chest. Her nipples
crinkled under the soft bra she'd worn. A run of goose bumps crept up
her back.
"What... are... you...," she managed to sputter out. Then she leaned
into Todd, offering her lips to him. Todd joined in, sinking his
tongue between those soft lips, allowing her to guide his body closer.
Anna clapped her hands together in glee. She could make Janice give
herself to Todd! She watched as Todd's face merged with Janice's,
necking passionately. Her own cunt wet in anticipation.
Janice wasn't sure what was happening. A moment ago she would have
screamed if someone suggested she cheat on her husband. Now though,
oh, Todd was so yummy to taste. Their lips wrestled for position as
tongues dueled in the open space between.
Anna could feel the way Todd's body wrapped around Janice. They had
rolled to a more comfortable necking position on the couch, Janice
across Todd's lap, her legs up on the arm and back.
Janice reached an arm around behind Todd's neck, help to hold herself
against the man's face while they necked. She could feel his hand
working under the felt shirt, trying to get to her tits. With her free
hands, she pulled the shirt free from the skirt, clearing the way for
his hand. His touch on her nipple was electric.
Anna knew the touch would bring her friend a jolt of arousal. It
always did for her, so now she projected the knowledge to Janice, and
amazingly the sensation was almost identical. Janice's eyes fluttered
at each sensation now shooting through her glorious body. Anna began
to finger herself, reaching a hand under the short skirt she'd worn.
Her finger felt so nice against the swollen clit. She began to feel
her own small breasts through the fabric of her blouse, pulling and
pinching at the nipples.
Janice was humping her hips up and down, using her legs on the back of
the couch for leverage. The long legs in motion caused her skirt to
fall of it's own accord to uncover the pink panties underneath.
Anna's mouth watered seeing the hidden delight exposed. She licked her
own lips, applying pressure to help her own arousal along. She
couldn't help bucking against her own fingers.
Todd managed to undo the front of the felt shirt, revealing a pillowy
pair of boobs, still embraced by a bra. He undid the front clasp one
handed, and they burst free. The nipples were large as well, his palm
just covered one. They were also very stiff from the rubbing and
caressing he'd been giving them.
Anna watched her friend's breasts bob about as her husband cupped them
and squeezed them. She strove to feel the rolling flesh as Janice did,
finding herself hotly aroused from the contact her tits felt. She was
tapping into the sensations as though Todd was making her, rather than
Janice.
"Why don't you get undressed," he whispered into Janice's ear, "but
leave those lovely shoes on..."
Anna started to undress, almost believing it was she that he'd
addressed. She undid her blouse revealing her own small breasts,
almost as much nipple as other flesh, completely unrestrained by a
bra.
Janice stood, peeling her skirt and panties down her legs. The shape
of her lengthy legs were highlighted as she bent down to slip the
clothe over her feet. Anna had a incredible view of her heart shaped
tush as she leaned over.
Anna unsnapped her own skirt, kicking it away quickly. She had worn
flats on her little feet, she kicked them aside as well. Standing
naked, she compared herself to Janice. Janice had the shapely curves
to drive men berserk. Anna was almost straight at the hips, and with
so little bustline, she really didn't compare well. But she knew, more
than ever before, Todd liked her the way she was.
She didn't realize what she was doing, but a tendril of thought
control slipped into Janice. A conduit for Anna to wear Janice's body
in her mind. A way to share the shape and form of the other woman.
She made Janice drop to her knees and reach for Todd's prick, now out
in the open. Todd had undressed as quickly as the women. Todd let out
a low sigh of pleasure as Janice leaned forward, tickling the tip of
his manhood with her little pink tongue.
Anna sucked in the feeling of Todd's fat cock in the mouth of her
neighbor. She found herself needlessly straightening her own neck to
allow him deeper penetration. She felt the little ridges of his skin
as Janice licked the underside with her tongue.
Looking at Janice over Todd's lap, she could see the other woman's
ass, a little pucker at her sphincter. Anna bent to her knees behind
the jutting tush, and reached around for the cunt she knew was
dripping with desire. Janice's high heels rubbed against her ankles,
a reminder of how visually enticing Janice's legs were. Anna's
fingers tickled along the belly button, then down over the light
curve of tummy to the soft furry patch she sought.
"MMMMnnfff!," came the surprised and muffled response.
As she hit the little joy button again, she couldn't help but join
Janice in a little yelp of sudden pleasure. The sensual lust started
to flow through her groin in waves, matching that of the woman she was
touching.
"Ohhh, yesss...." Anna let escape from her throat.
"MMnnngff," came from Janice.
"UUnnnggg," came with matching moan, timed with perfect coordination
from Anna.
Todd could see his wife over Janice's back. He wondered to himself if
their neighbor had figured out just who was twiddling her twat. This
didn't stop him from enjoying the moist mouth he was now embedded in.
She kept trying to plunge him deeper into her, rubbing him against the
soft thickness of her tongue. He was excited about the way both women
seemed to be moaning with coordinated writhing and sounds.
"OOOhhhnnng," Anna let out, matching a muffled moan from Janice.
Janice felt completely overwhelmed. The fingers in her pussy were
driving her wild. She hazed over with sex, thrilled her neighbor's
wife knew just exactly where to touch. Each contact the exploring
digits made drew another gasping moan, restrained only by the hard
cock in her mouth. She tried again to suck it in deeper.
"Mnnnngff," cut off as the prick drove into her over her tongue. The
matching sound from Anna sounded like Janice's own.
Todd was grunting himself. He had no idea why, but it seemed he was
stroking into both women at the same time. The lips engulfing his
organ were puffed from the sex, soft and luscious on his cock. A
sudden surge grew beyond his control. Flame bursting up from his
testicles pumped the white hot liquid into his neighbor's mouth. She
gulped in every drop.
Anna felt her mouth fill with semen, it felt that way, and the surge
of difficulty swallowing the fluid her husband pumped out. Her throat
reacted exactly as though it was her mouth wrapped about the trunk of
his manhood. The gag reflex had to be suppressed, then there was a
sense of warm liquid sliding down her throat. She knew though, it was
Janice gaining the precious nectar. She wanted to force Janice's
orgasm now, make her take the jolt of ecstatic pleasure while Anna's
husband was still in her mouth.
Janice had a radiating burst of energy, rolling up from her undulating
hips. It surged along her swaying breasts, shooting a painful pleasure
out to her nipples. It felt as though light was shining out of her
cunt, out of her nipples, out of her eyes, along the tip of her
tongue,... she screamed with her mouth still full of hard cock.
Anna swayed violently. The surge of sexual energy came from Janice,
but like a wall, slammed into her groin, and in turn radiated through
her body almost identically to the way Janice had felt. Her scream, a
loud and primal sound, was totally unrestrained by anything occupying
her mouth. The release was strong, and without any physical contact to
her own clit.
Leaning forward, Anna felt Janice's sweaty back against her own sweaty
chest. She lay there panting, trying to recuperate after the heady
orgasm.
Janice relished being snuggled from behind with her face still in
Todd's crotch. Janice began to lick at the flagging prick she was
nestled against. Unlike her own husband, Todd seemed to come right
back from the sexual burst. His cock was starting to become stiff
again, right before her eyes.
Todd tapped Anna's shoulder and waved her off Janice's back. Janice
looked up into his eyes as he began to kneel beside her. He pulled her
face into his own again, smothering her tender lips with delicate
kisses, only occasionally sliding his tongue along her teeth.
She felt her groin begin to grind again. She could tell arousal was
rising within her, although after the jolting orgasm she'd just had,
it was hard to believe.
Anna believed the other woman was ready again. Anna sat watching with
amazement how much sexual excitement her neighbor could exhibit. The
slender woman couldn't know how much excitement she was forcing on her
neighbor simply by projecting it.
Todd tilted Janice over and lay her back to the floor. Her large tits
sagged lightly to either side. Todd sucked in one of her nipples. The
shock of his teeth rasping along the nubby knob of flesh sent chills
throughout her body. Fingers clenched into fists unconsciously, she
rolled her head in reaction to the succulent sensations rolling about
her boobs.
His hands were exploring the breast his mouth couldn't please, the
fingers pulling and pinching. Her chest had never been a particularly
erogenous part of her before, but the stream of exciting, almost
electric shots of pleasurable pain was unbelievable.
Janice couldn't tell Anna was watching, thinking how wonderful it
must feel to have such large tits allowing jolts of pure arousal
centered there. Anna knew it must feel that way, her own little tits
were so easily excited, such large ones must be proportionally more
thrilled at the attention.
And since Anna thought it, Janice felt it. Her breasts were vibrant
with sexual arousal. Every lick of Todd's tongue, every touch of his
lips, every nip, pinch, pull or suck sent another wave of flashing
heat through her chest.
Todd felt the rolling abdomen against his hips. Janice went into
heaving rhythms from his every attack on her lush breasts. Her head
was rolling as he watched, lips locked on her nipples.
"yess," she whispered frantically, "yess, yess, yess, yess..."
He bit down on one nipple, hard enough to leave an indentation. She
yelped, arching her back to thrust the nipple into his mouth again.
He pulled back anyway, pulling her knees apart. The access to her
shining pussy allowed him to settle in between her legs and rub his
cock head against her outer cunt lips. She shuddered with the contact,
as if expecting sudden violation of her inner self.
"Oh yes, come in me," her voice low and meaty with arousal.
"I am coming in. Wild horses couldn't drag me away from that yummy
little hole now."
He pushed in a teasing little bit, and flopped it out again to rub
against the crack of her ass.
"You're teasing me. I want you in me so bad it hurts," Janice muttered
with a pleading undertone.
"Hmm, maybe you should beg," Todd smiled with the pleasure of the
whole act.
"Oh, please don't, please don't, please don't leave me unfucked," she
responded, smiling back through the haze lust had dropped over her
eyes.
In response he plunged his cock to its full seven inch length.
"OH! OH! FUCK! YES!"
He pulled back slowly, and thrust into her again.
"YES! MORE YOU FUCKER! OH GOD YES!"
He started working to make a rhythm, but she pumped into a pattern
first. She moaned deeply, letting out a preliminary orgasmic squeal.
"OH GOD! IT FEELS SO GOOD TO HAVE A PRICK IN ME! GOD WHAT A FUCKING
BIG COCK!" He could feel her muscles tighten, going into another low
starting orgasm. "OHHHH! YESS, YESS, YESS. YOU CAN STOP NOW! OMIGAWD
NOT AGAIN! YESS, YESS, YESS, OHHHH, PLEASE STOP, OH, OH, OH, OH GOD!"
But he didn't, he kept pumping away, thrusting his pecker into her as
deep as he could manage. She went into another wildly thrashing
orgasm, and yet his pumping at her aroused her again, and again.
She was a totally untamed roiling mass of flesh, sweaty and wild. He
felt his own orgasm rise, the jism flooding hot through his own tubes
to enter her. Janice accepted his seed with raw clawing release, still
in an orgasm as he completed his own. He could feel it pump a second
flow into her, intruding even further into her delicious cavern.
She started to come down, successfully this time, as he panted while
planting tender little kisses along her swollen lips. Occasionally he
slipped his tongue between her teeth, receiving a light tongue contact
back for his trouble.
Anna was sweating profusely on the couch. She'd shared every orgasm the
other woman had. She was likewise flush from her own sexual release.
Her whole body was limp from the use Todd made of Janice. She could
hardly wait for the three of them to recover enough to screw again.
This time, she would take Janice and feel her own tongue at the
woman's clit.
====
A paperclipped sheet attached to the manuscript: "Dave, I thought
you'd find the idea of a spark procuring for her husband interesting.
An entertaining side note; the neighbor threatening to put up the
windmill dropped the idea after having a chat with her. No big
surprise there, eh?
-Jack"
****
Once again those suggestions can lead to stories. As always, I'm glad
to hear them, but I don't guarantee a thing.
_The Book_ is still being worked on. Episode 12 is in progress.
-Blackie
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