Case 4

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.