Archive-name: Control/i-mb0004.txt Archive-author: Blackie Archive-title: Files of the Institute, MB0004 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. _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" --