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.
_From the Files of the Institute_ Case WT0002
Memo: status- private.
To: Dr. D. RobertsFr: Dr. J. WilliamsRe: William Thompson, case WT0002Dt: February 12, 1980
Dave, I thought the following would be of interest. This is the summaryof debriefing from the field agents combined with the thiopentalsessions from the subject and his coven. Our tech writers insist a narrative form is better for thesynopsis. In general we all agree, but I know it isn't the normalform seen in the literature. Detailed reports from the agents and transcripts of the subject'sand coven's questioning are only available here on site. Securitywill not allow removal of material from this site. Subject was 24 when he was picked up. He was a spark for over8 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. Itwasn't a real Safari, but some kind of archeological dig his dadworked at. His mother was anxious since she and his father had beendivorced since he was eight. She was worried the boy's fatherwouldn't let him return. He had.
The strange witch doctor visiting the camp 20 minutes from Malinditook him off to look at the sea. His father didn't mind, so for a fewhours 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 thewaving 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 alwayshad the skill or if the shaman had woken something new in him. Butafterwards, ever afterwards, he could read minds and manipulate them.On the flight home, he'd listened in to the thoughts about him withinterest, experimenting on the waitresses, ah, stewardesses, to learnhow to control them. They brought him anything he asked for, evenmoved 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 hisAfrican journey she was not only a willing sex partner, but educatedhim in many unusual possible sex practices.
After that, there was a string of girls in high school, then incollege. He was erratic in his collection of playthings, keeping onlyone or two at a time. He became quite well known in his schools forbeing able to get into any girl's pants on a bet.
Once he took a teacher, in front of his classmates, simply on awager. It was easy making it look as though he publicly seduced her,but anyone who really thought about it might wonder just whathappened 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 getin trouble.
In college he won heavily at poker, but was only marginally betterthan others in competitive sports. He found he could only use so muchof 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, changingthem for another couple every few weeks. Typically, he'd pick up apair of girls who were already friends and when he dumped them, theywent looking together for another man to share. He liked this oddlittle 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, headmired her long sinuous legs, the way her bottom was formed as shestroked her way along the rail, and the smile lighting her face. Herhair was dirty blonde, tied back to keep it away from her eyes. Theswinging arms were hinged to her body in very attractive roundedshoulders. 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 voicesparkled, 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 thenecessary 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 someof 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 theconcession stand. He probed the guy, making him interested in findinganother girl and forgetting this one. Hmm. What was her name? Pokingabout, 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 tosee 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 athis house and having his live in housemates preparing the food, buthe 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 herdrowsy. Moments later she was sound asleep.
He was uncertain he could do what he intended. He'd been curious aboutwomen 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 changinghis 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 bycontrolling 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 herchest was a touch off expectations. S/he looked in the mirror. Shelooked pretty yummy. The crotch seemed to dampen immediately. Oh!, shethought, I've got a cunt. Startled at the gender assumption in her newmind, 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, slenderwith firm, not overly large, breasts. She wore heels bringing herheight up a bit. Her stockings were perfectly smooth, and the comefuck 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 skatingoutfit. 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 directionswere 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 outa little in a pucker as she pressed her red fingernail tip into Jill'smouth.
Sally slid the finger all the way in, allowing Jill to lash her tonguealong Sally's skin. She took her time moving it about, knowing thetip 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, sothe 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 outa 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 wouldbe 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 turnand 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 ofJill's skin. Jill leaned back into her as her tongue explored Jill'sear. Jill's hands reached back and caressed Sally's blonde tresses asSally worked the flats of her teeth along the naked skin of Jill's neckand shoulders.
Sally felt her scalp prickle with the other woman's gentle caress. Thenails 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 formore 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 ofher 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 heavyknockers. They hung a little more than Bill would be thrilled with,being somewhat larger than seemed right for her body. Her nipples werelarge brown disks, tipped with slightly darker knobs of flesh. Herhips were slender forming an hour glass shape worthy of admiration,the legs were long and shaped down to narrow but strong ankles. Thesensation she got touching her own boobs was very electric, notjolting, just a tingling rush.
Jill stood behind her now, and on her own, without direction, began tocup the undersides of her breasts. Jill's face was pressed against theback of Sally's shoulders. Her nipples pressed into Sally's back, hardfrom 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 onesshe'd planned.
She could feel her chest cavity suck in air more rhythmically, arhythm Bill could match, but had never managed to produce smoothlyon his own.
She gasped out an "OH!", and through her lust driven haze could makeout her body in the mirror, shuddering and curling into theadministrations Jill was performing.
A finger touched something between her legs and her knees all butbuckled. The heat and energy generated between her thighs was makingher drip. She could feel a few drops making their way down theinsides 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. Thefingers between her thighs slipped inside her. She felt the motionwith a slow motion quality of unreal objectivity. The intrudingfinger was sending irresistible signals through her panting, gyratingtorso. It was a control point, permitting Jill to own her orgasm.
And the orgasm was coming to. The explosion sent her head waving aboutin 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 herown.
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 pinchedthem between her own thin red nailed fingers. Her amorous acquaintancewas making the most delightful moaning sounds. The trail she began totrace down the woman's tummy with her tongue ended as she reached thejet 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 againstthe 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 fistworked into her own mouth, clenched to white knuckles. The moaningcame in gasps, and Jill's voice pleaded, begging sincerely, to beallowed to come.
Sally pumped the fingers in and out, lips and teeth nipping at theclit at the top of the opening. With her free left hand, she managedto reach for the right tit. She could see the mounds of Jill'sbreasts, 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 clampedthe head between them tightly. Jill continued to hump wildly for a fewmoments, but Sally knew she'd be unable to come again without specialhelp. 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 toattempt 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 thechest. There was something extra in her, er, his pants. Thinking whathe'd done, the lump there stiffened substantially. There was astrange dislocation, the angle of view was higher, and the motionsrestricted by the bones in the pelvis. He stood and looked at himselfin 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 hermind 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 ofthe best sessions of masturbation he could imaging would be plunging hisprick 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.
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On a sheet paper clipped to the back of the manuscript: "Dave, weweren't sure we got this spark until we had all of his coven lockedaway too. You wouldn't believe how scared the brass were over thisone. -Jack"
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Ah yes, those suggestions can lead to unusual stories._The Book_ is still being worked on. Episode 9 is in progress.
-Blackie˙