Case 3

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.