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From the Files of the Institute, #2
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_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.
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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...
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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"
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