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 Title: MIND GAMES
Part: Completely
Author: Cockney
Keywords: Mf, ff, mind control
Summary: A man involved in an auto accident wakes up in a hospital bed
to discover that he can 'hear peoples thoughts' gradually his new gift
develops.

   ====== This story is a work of fiction. =====

   MIND GAMES

   Written by Cockney



   The noise in my head was unbearable a hundred voice's speaking at once,
some softly, some loudly, some screaming and all jumbled together, merging
into a cacophony of pain, I blacked out again.  Each time I surfaced into
consciousness the same thing would happen. I was terrified that I had gone
totally mad and would be living the rest of my life in this Hell, then as
suspicion gave way to reality I slowly began to understand what was
happening.  At the beginning I was terrified of telling anyone for fear of
being declared insane, hell I thought I was insane!  So I just told the
doctors and nurses that the pain in my head was unbearable, which was
absolutely true.  The only thing that helped me were drugs that literally
knocked me back into unconsciousness and even then my dreams were vividly
graphic.  Then gradually, very gradually the intense pain grew less with
each brain-shattering emergence from unconsciousness.  Slowly I began to
realise what was happening to me and by the time I was fully convinced that
I was right and wasn't totally insane I felt it was better not to tell
anyone.  You see, I was hearing other peoples thoughts.

   Consider a deaf man never having heard sounds, then suddenly regaining
his hearing.  I would imagine that until his brain learned to filter those
sounds that were coming at him from all angles, he would experience severe
confusion.  That is the only way I can start to explain my predicament.  I
was 'hearing' in my head everybody's thoughts, all at once.  If my brain
had not learned to start filtering them I think I probably would have gone
mad.  As it was things slowly seemed to settle down and the vast majority
of the noise became a background noise, like traffic in the city, a
constant rumble that with practice you just ignore, not hearing it any more
unless you make a conscious effort.

   How did this all happen?  you ask, well don't ask me, all I know was I
was in a traffic accident of which I remember nothing, and I woke up in
hospital to that maniacal noise.  Apart from the head injuries I had
escaped any other serious injury and not being prepared to tell anyone
about my new 'symptoms' I was not going to find out why.  Because the one
thing that I was absolutely certain about was, I didn't want to spend the
rest of my days as somebody's guinea pig in a laboratory.

   Reading peoples minds, was useful, for starters being stuck in a
hospital for several months without visitors, my wife had died nearly four
years before the accident took place, tends to make you 'edgy'.  Especially
with all those pretty little nurses bustling about and knowing what they
are thinking, it gave me a tremendous advantage over the other ward
lotharios.  You will need to use your imagination again I'm afraid, because
I find it very difficult to explain.

   Imagine yourself in a room full of people, say a party except there is
no music and no light to see anyone by.  Now imagine that they are all
talking at more or less the same level of sound so that the closest ones
you can hear and those further away are not so distinct, OK?  Now imagine
that they are speaking quite openly about their darkest doubts and fears
literally saying exactly what is on their mind.  Great if you wish to
become a blackmailer I suppose, or if you are anything like me, a perverted
S.O.B.  but believe me I had to be real careful to begin with.  It took
some getting used to you know, true honesty, straight from the shoulder,
without the niceties of general social restraint between you and what they
really think of you.  More than once I was about to bust someone, then
realized just in time that it was their thoughts, not what they were
actually saying.  Besides the human mind is like a crazy little bee,
zipping from thing to another, then back again, trying to follow made me
really giddy sometimes until I learnt to let a lot of the thoughts just
flow past me.

   There was one pretty little staff nurse for instance that had a definite
daddy complex.  Her father had fucked her senseless from the age of
thirteen until his death a couple of years ago and I found that my flirting
with her turned her on considerably.  As I grew steadily better and the
headaches waned I began to practice and experiment with my new found skills
and I learned that I could not only hear peoples minds but also influence
them.  It started one warm June afternoon and I was lying back on my bed
just listening to the burble of minds that surrounded me when one of the
patients walked past carrying a fresh jug of water.  He was thinking about
his wife coming to visit him again and was wishing that she wouldn't
because, basically she was a harridan.  Feeling thirsty I simply thought to
myself that I wanted his jug of cool water.  He turned looked at me with a
puzzled look upon his face. "Pardon?" he asked. Now I was sure I hadn't
spoken, so I stared back at him, smiled and thought, 'wouldn't it be a nice
idea to give that guy my jug of water, he looks really thirsty'.  His face
seemed to go blank as if he were lost in thought and he set the jug down on
my cabinet and wandered off, I was, to put it mildly amazed.  I began
practicing in earnest, how far could I take this I wondered.  It was fun
right from the start, getting people to scratch their heads or their arses
if I wished.  Stopping the Matron from berating a pretty little trainee
nurse in mid-sentence and making her smile at the bemused girl and telling
her what a splendid job she was doing and to keep up the good work.  I also
got my pretty little staff nurse with a father fixation to give me a blow
job.

   It all came about when the old guy in the bed next to mine had 'an
accident' in his bed late one night.  The staff nurse and a trainee changed
his bed with good grace and sympathetic murmuring and then gave him a
blanket bath.  The thought of her small soft soapy hands was just too much
for me, so as they cleared away, I sowed the seed that it was my turn next.
They calmly closed the curtains around my bed, flipped back the covers and
helped me out of my pajamas, even in my lusty state I managed to encourage
the two young lovelies to forego the use of flannels and the feel of their
soft soapy hands was pure bliss.  I got the little trainee to wander of on
the pretext of checking the rest of the ward and sowed the idea that my
rampant prick was just like daddies had been and wouldn't it be so very
nice for this poor man to relieve his 'tension'.  Her warm wet mouth felt
better than any sex I had experienced before, partly due to my recent
monastic life style and partly due to staff nurse being an expert.  As you
can no doubt imagine, it became a regular thing after that.

   Ever thought what a bird was thinking?  There it is sitting on the
windowsill, head cocked on one side with its beady little eyes looking at
you, ever wondered what it was thinking?  I did, the trouble is I could
read its thoughts but I couldn't for the life of me understand them, its
thoughts are totally alien.  Traveling in one's head, seeing the world
through its eye's however, now that really is something.  I started with a
seagull, did I mention that the hospital was fairly near the coast?  Never
mind it isn't relevant apart from the gulls swooping and squawking in the
skies around the hospital.  I awoke one morning to find one sitting on the
railing to the balcony outside the window staring at me, it stood watching
me for a few moments as I probed its brain, when suddenly it turned around,
showed me its tail and just dropped away from the building.  I was in there
looking out through its eyes as it happened.  A sudden attack of vertigo
and a sensation of falling, then suddenly the wind was under the wings
lifting it in a great gliding arc up high into the sky.  The feel and the
majesty of it all was an almost religious experience.  We glided
effortlessly across the sky patchwork fields spread out below us and there
coming up fast was the gray-green of the ocean.  I was still trying to
figure out if there was some way that I could perhaps steer this animal
when it suddenly plummeted at terrifying speed straight down into the water
and caught a silver fish in it's mouth, no kidding! I still haven't found a
way to control them sadly, all I can be is a passenger.

   It became clear that some people were more receptive than others were
and everybody seemed more receptive when asleep.  The older the person the
less I could influence their thoughts and strangely enough the more
agitated or angry they were the easier I found it to 'persuade them'. One
day a young lad of fourteen was brought into the ward after his appendix
operation and boy was this kid's mind a festering sewer!  He had never
experienced sex with anything apart from his right hand and his mind was so
receptive I found that I could actually slip into it and even see through
his eyes even though vision was a little blurry.  He was having doubts
about his sexuality, mainly due to his almost permanent semi-erect state
and anything and everything that moved arousing him.  It only seemed fair
to help the poor lad out, so I arranged one of those blanket baths just for
him.  I chose a pretty little blonde trainee for the task because for one
thing he really fancied her and for another she was reasonably receptive
and she thought he was 'cute'.  He got terribly embarrassed when his dick
rose up in front of her, but she pretended not to notice and carried on his
ablutions.  I simply got her wondering what it might taste like.  She was
nervous at first, afraid of him telling someone, but I managed to overcome
her fears.

   It really was a strange experience, there I was looking down at a young
boy's body that was not unlike my own at that age watching a pretty young
girl lower head and take him in her mouth.  There were also slight
sensations filtering through to my own body, not strong enough to be
enjoyable sadly, but they were there, a little like distant memories or
feeling something through thick material, it's hard to explain.  But
needless to say the boy was in seventh heaven and a lot of his doubts
regarding his sexuality drained away as little miss trainee sampled the
flavour, decided she liked it and swallowed greedily.

   It was with some regret that I was finally discharged from hospital, but
with my new found skills my life had been changed forever and for the
better.  I withdrew my meager savings from the building society, traveled
into the City of London and hung around the Stock Exchange for a while.  It
was simplicity itself to find out who was going to buy and who was going to
sell shares and my money situation changed for the better almost overnight,
it brought a whole new meaning to the term insider trading.  I packed in my
job bought myself a nice flat and settled into my new life.

   As I said earlier older minds were generally less receptive, one of the
things I quickly learned was that the younger the mind, the more receptive
it was to my intrusion.  A stroll around the local park proved that to me
on my very first day off from making money.  It was a bright sunny day in
early August, I had more than enough money to be going on with so decided
on a stroll.  It was a surprise to me that even young children have sexual
thoughts, but then when I remembered back to my own youth I realised that I
shouldn't have been surprised at all.  A lot of it was pure
inquisitiveness, a wondering of what it looked like, what it felt like, a
wanting to understand.  There was a girl nine years old riding her bicycle
along the gravel path some distance from me.  I suddenly received a mental
yelp of surprise from her brain as she realised that an elderly man sitting
on a bench had deliberately looked up her skirt at her panties as she had
pedaled past him.  She was scared to start with, her mother was always
telling her not to talk to strangers or bad things would happen to her. 
Unfortunately her mother had never explained what sort of bad things.  On
another plain the girl had got a little thrill from the experience and had
decided to ride past him again to see what it felt like a second time, I
strolled over in her direction.

   As I drew closer I experienced her thrill as the old man actually leaned
forward a little to get a better view.  I scanned the old man's mind.  He
was a lonely old soul who had regular fantasies about little girls, soft
pale skin, innocence and puffy hairless pussies were strong in his mind,
but apart from that he seemed relatively harmless.  Taking a circuitous
route I arrived at a point where I could mentally observe without actually
being seen by them and settled down my back propped against the trunk of a
tree, I then probed the young girls mind.  She was the youngest mind I had
tried so far and the results were absolutely amazing.  She was so receptive
I found that I could literally take over her body.  That was a problem to
start with, I hadn't ridden a bike for years and I wobbled all over the
place finally coming to a halt directly in front of the old guy with my
loose cotton skirt caught up on the handle bars and my panties clearly
displayed.  I watched his rheumy old eyes devour the sight greedily. 
Faintly in the back of her head I could feel the little girl wondering what
was going on, as if she were in a distant room somewhere in the dark.  I
sent a soothing thought to her not to worry it was only a dream and I felt
her anxiety subside.

   The old man was speaking to her, to me, see how confusing it gets!
"Whoa, you nearly fell off there" he told me his gaze firmly fixed upon my
panties.  I had to think about this, I decided, so smiling sweetly at him I
got off the bike and wheeled it away.  Propping it up against the tree, I
walked around and looked down at myself, now that really was weird, I
looked to all intents and purposes to be dozing in the sun.  I turned back
and sat down on the grass and leaned back on the opposite side of the trunk
for a think.  I could positively feel the blades of grass tickling the
backs of my bare legs and a light breeze whispering over my face and bare
thighs..  I lightly pinched my smooth bare arm, yes I could feel that, I
held my breath, I blew a raspberry, I sang a little song softly to myself
just to hear my voice.  It was absolutely amazing, I wondered if this was
the case with all young children or was this little girl unique.  Very
gently I probed her mind.  Her name was Molly she lived with her mother who
worked in a department store somewhere, Molly didn't know where.  She had
been very attached to her grandfather who had gone to heaven some little
while ago, her best friend was Monica Wellersby and so it went on, I wont
bore you with all the details.

   I needed a little more privacy, there was a clump of bushes not far
away, so after a quick glance round to make sure the old man wasn't
watching I ran over to them.  The act of running was a revelation in
itself, I had energy that seemed to be immense, and I felt I could run
faster than the wind and arrive not even breathing heavy.  I felt alive,
vibrant and it brought back sharp and distinct memories of my childhood
that had faded with time.  Safely in the cover of the bushes I could now
explore this young silky smooth body, a hand down the front of the little
white panties to feel the soft chubby flesh I reached down further my knees
bent thighs open and sought out the clitoris.  I don't know what I expected
exactly, but I didn't expect it to be that sensitive, simply by touching it
too hard made it hurt.  I thought of the times I had rubbed briskly at the
woman's clit thinking that I was stimulating her as I heard her groans and
felt her squirm beneath me realising now that I was probably hurting the
poor woman.

   Sitting down on the ground I pushed the panties down around my ankles
and bent practically double I studied this new found sexual organ with
fascination.  Lightly brushing over the sensitive lips was far more
pleasant and in no time at all found I was growing warm and moist with
pleasant ripples of excitement thrilling through my chest and stomach.  I
sampled the taste of the juice which was sweet and utterly delicious, then
as my pussy began to flutter I eased a finger into the warm moist tunnel,
the hymen was intact as I suspected it would be.  Using the fingers of my
other hand I began to explore the little nubbin of flesh more
sympathetically this time.  I found that by wetting my fingers first, then
lightly stroking it the pleasure was far more intense, no wonder women
liked having their pussies licked I realised, next time I would make it
soft, slow and gentle.

   I was so caught up in my experiments I never heard the old man
approaching, so at the sound of his voice asking me what I thought I was
doing, I was literally startled out of my mind, or to be more precise, out
of her mind.  I found myself back in my own head with a shriek of mental
horror echoing in my brain from the poor girl who had suddenly been dumped
into a situation that she new absolutely nothing about.  I quickly returned
concentrating on calming and soothing her agitated brain, finding that I
could actually erase the shocking memory by replacing it with a false,
nicer one.  By the time that I was able to once again concentrate upon the
situation at hand the old man was kneeling beside me with his gnarled old
hand on my slender thigh.  He was telling me that if I was a very good girl
he wouldn't tell anyone about this, but if I wasn't good he would tell my
mummy he had caught me doing rude things in the bushes. The perversity of
the situation appealed to me, I scanned the old mans mind, I had just been
sitting there as if frozen in shock at being caught and all he wanted was
to fondle and touch and taste my bare little pussy.  Why not, I thought, I
was this little girl, she wouldn't know what had happened and I was sure he
wasn't about to turn into some mad rapist child murderer.  I decided to
play along for a while to see how it went. "Please don't tell my mummy
mister" I begged.  He leered, actually leered, and slid his hand up my
thigh to tickle lightly at my pussy. "Ssshh" he hushed, I won't tell your
mummy if you are a good little girl and let me play with your sweet little
pussy" he whispered hoarsely.  I have to admit he wasn't half bad, his
fingers were gentle and once I had got around the idea of allowing an old
man to fondle me I lay back and enjoyed it. He was extra good when it came
to felattio, taking a handkerchief from his pocket he slipped his false
teeth into it then began seriously licking between my held apart legs. 
With no hard teeth to trouble about, just soft gums and a pointy tongue he
was an expert and in no time at all I was experiencing an orgasm the likes
of which I had never experienced before.  I now understand why even female
writers have such difficulty in describing the female orgasm, my god, it is
so intense.  He happily jerked off afterwards whilst I pretended to watch
in utter surprise, which pleased him no end, spilling his seed onto the
earth beside me.  We parted agreeing that it would be our little secret and
we wouldn't tell another living soul.

   With my clothes straightened I returned to the tree and my apparently
dozing self, I even considered giving myself a blow job but decided that it
was just too bizarre to even consider, especially in a public place.  So I
collected the bicycle and pushed it some way away, then gently eased from
the girls mind.  She was a little puzzled poor dear, wondering what had
happened to the nice old man who had been speaking to her and how she got
over by the swing park.  Then calmly dismissing it all she hopped onto her
bike and pedaled off into the distance blithely ignorant of what had really
happened.



   CHAPTER TWO

   I returned to my flat, poured myself a drink and sat and thought long
and hard about this latest development.  For instance was I right in
suspecting that the younger the mind the more receptive it was, or was it
that my skills were still developing.  Opposite the flat was a catholic
secondary school that catered for girls from eleven to seventeen.  The
sound of activity and a whistle blowing floated into the room and I
strolled over to the window and looked down into the schoolyard.  A group
of what turned out to twelve and thirteen year olds were playing netball, a
pleasant enough diversion, slim coltish thighs flashing as they scampered
back and forth with pink breathless faces, and the occasional glimpse of
navy blue knickers.  I idly scanned the minds below me, some were
thoroughly enjoying the game, others were hating every moment of it and one
pretty dark haired girl was acutely embarrassed because a small cluster of
teenage boys were loitering the other side of the railings ogling her.

   The games mistress, an athletic woman with fairly short hair turned out
to be a closet gay and more interesting still, she had the hots for a slim
blonde girl who was barely twelve.  No breasts to speak of, narrow hipped,
almost boyish in some ways apart from her long silky ponytail.  I gently
probed the little blondes mind and hey presto!  Guess who she had a
schoolgirl crush on?  None other than a games mistress named Georgina
Preston no less.  Well, what would you have done?

   The young girl's name was Sally, which she hated, she would have
preferred Marie because it was more romantic.  She was also worrying about
her forthcoming confession that very evening, she had 'abused her flesh'
and was feeling terribly guilty about not telling the father at her last
confession.  I found that by concentrating I could begin to 'feel' the body
of the little blonde, not nearly as well as little Molly sadly, but I felt
decidedly hot and sticky, breathless, tired and needed to pee.  I could
also see through her eyes if I concentrated really hard though it was
somewhat out of focus, as if looking through a pair of spectacles belonging
to someone else.  I wondered if with practice I could improve on this and
set it down as my next project.  She lived about a mile away with her
parents and a younger sister Kate.  I remained with her as they filed in to
change back into their normal clothing with a view to doing a little
peeping tom type activity.  It wasn't entirely successful due to the
blurred vision and I wondered if the girl simply needed glasses, but I
could find no reference to bad vision in her mind so assumed that I was
correct the first time.  She was acutely conscious of her lack of
development compared to some of the other girls, especially as she noticed
Miss Preston continually looking at her.  Hardly any of the girls showered
sadly, even though Miss Preston attempted to insist upon it, she was too
aware of her secret sexuality to be brave enough to insist upon it, afraid
of being a labeled gay.

   I managed to influence things a little, just for the fun of it, getting
the girl next to Sally to hide her underwear under the bench and another to
keep her talking delaying her from undressing due to her shyness.  So that
she was the only one remaining along with Georgina Preston. "Not showering
Sally?" Georgina Preston asked, I picked up a fleeting mental image of the
athletic Miss Preston naked in the shower with the delectable young Sally.
"Um, no miss" Sally responded, one foot tangled up in her knickers as she
hopped about trying to untangle herself, I didn't assist her, in fact by
nudging naughty little thoughts into her mind I was able to prolong her
agony considerably. I did however help Miss Preston on her way a little, I
persuaded her that it would be a good idea for her to take a shower. She
stripped off her clothing telling herself she mad to do it and calmly
stepped under the spray, turning to display herself to the gaping girl with
knickers still around her knees. "Don't tell me you forgot your towel as
well" Georgina said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "No miss, I've got to
get to confession" the girl stammered eyeing her games mistress's firm hard
body, pleased to see that miss didn't have that much in the breast
department either.  She was embarrassed at watching her teacher and dressed
as hurriedly as possible rushing off with a hasty "G-night miss" I switched
back to Georgina who was also feeling guilty now, that mention of
confession had brought an old buried memory to the surface, like a foul
bubble in a stagnant pond.  I got brief images of a young priest speaking
to an even younger Georgina about a confession.  She was desperately trying
to stifle the memory, humming a little tune trying to decide what she was
going to eat that evening so that her mind became a kaleidoscope of images
that made my brain ache.  Something about holy water being needed to rid
her of her vile sensuous ways, and punishment being required to drive the
evil from her body.  It all became too difficult to filter so I slipped out
again and got myself another drink, I needed it badly by that time, it was
like the aftermath of a bad nightmare, you know it is over and that it
cannot hurt you.  But the feelings remain for a while before draining away.

   I parked the car around the corner from Sally's house at ten that
evening, tilted the seat back and scanned the neighborhood.  A couple were
making energetic love across the road, he was imagining she was his
secretary and she was dreaming of Mel Gibson, I left them to it, I didn't
fancy either of them.  I thought I found Sally but then I realised it was
her younger sister Kate.  She was eight and I slipped into her sleeping
body easily.  She was wearing a little cotton nightie and no knickers,
bless her, she didn't like knickers, if she had her way she would leave
them off all the time.  Kate was a complete innocent, she thought the slot
between her legs was simply for peeing out of, she still believed in Father
Christmas, the tooth fairy and that babies were delivered by the stork.  I
had a little feel of her pussy and left her to her dreams, if I didn't have
any joy with Sally I could always go back.

   Sally asleep was far easier than Sally awake, I slipped into her mind as
easily as I had Katy's and this time I could feel her body as well as I had
with both Kate's or Molly's, the girl from the park.  I could feel her
breathing steadily, I could even feel the weight of the blankets covering
her, and therefore concluded that my earlier observations regarding the
sleeping mind being far more receptive were proving correct.  I began by
feeling her tiny tits, they were two pointy little half lemons peaked with
very sensitive nipples that reacted with a very pleasant tingle as I teased
and fondled them.  Her mind started to rouse from its slumber at the
activity but some soothing thoughts quickly calmed her down again, then
tried the same trick I had used on her younger sister Kate of closing her
mind away.  Sally was wearing panties under her nightdress, I slipped her
hand down the front of them and idly fondled her pussy as I probed her mind
a little deeper.  Her confession had gone badly, the elderly priest had
asked a lot of probing questions about her 'abuse of the flesh' demanding
all the details.  Had she enjoyed it?  How often did she do it?  Did she
ever use anything other than her fingers?  Had she ever let anyone else do
it to her?  It had been agony for the girl and she had decided that hell or
no hell she was not going to confess to him again.

   She began dreaming of school, quite an interesting dream really.  She
was in class and Georgina Preston was in front standing by the blackboard,
when miss Preston called her out, Sally stood up only to find that she was
clad only in a short white singlet type vest which reached only down as far
as her belly button.  She was mortified, but nobody else seemed to notice
apart from miss Preston that is who was staring hungrily at sally's bald
little pussy.  In an effort to calm her down a little I cleared the rest of
the class out so that the two of them were alone. "You are very pretty
Sally, far too pretty for your name, in future I think I will call you
Marie, it suits you better" I had Georgina say.  Sally liked that!  I also
suggested to her that seeing as Miss Preston thought her pretty, she might
quite like her teacher to admire her body.  So why didn't she just move her
hands to behind her back, just for a moment and let Miss Preston take a
peek, after all it was only a silly dream, wasn't it.  Sally was still in
some doubt, poor dear, worrying about hell and damnation, I reasoned that,
as it wasn't real, it couldn't be wicked.  This seemed to placate her
because she grasped her fingers together behind her back, knuckles resting
on her pert young bottom and shyly swung her hips. "Do you really think so
Miss?" Sally asked.  She was beginning to tingle at seeing her teacher look
at her, I slipped one of her hands down to her crotch and began stroking
her pussy, feeling her arousal grow.  The scene was set and I was
interested as to how it would pan out so I withdrew and let Sally take over
the dream without any further interruption.  In the dream Miss Preston
adored Sally that was blatantly obvious because they closed upon each other
and Miss Preston took her in her arms and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
A very platonic kiss, but a kiss all the same.  Sally's fingers were busily
frigging her pussy and I was enjoying just laying back enjoying the
sensations and the show, when, like dreams often do, everything turned
awry. Father O'Brien the old priest and Sally's confessor suddenly and
magically appeared, it gave me quite a start I can tell you.  He was
furious, red faced and eyes bulging, screaming for the wrath of god to fall
upon these two wicked, evil transgressors.  I tried a bit of damage
limitation by turning him into a fluffy black kitten, but by then the
damage was done, the mood had changed.

   Dream management was probably not a good idea I decided, who knows what
damage I might do to the psyche.  I decided then and there that I would
avoid it in future, apart from perhaps nurturing a few thoughts and ideas
that were already there, to assist in the waking life.  I erased the lot by
taking her to a dream of a quiet sandy beach with azure blue water and left
her building sand castles with her little sister Kate while I fingered
myself to a very pleasant orgasm. I returned to my body just in time to
find two policeman approaching the car.  I stretched and yawned, opened the
window and took a few deep breaths. "Good evening officers" I called
pleasantly faking a yawn as they drew level. "Good evening sir" the closest
one replied looking at me suspiciously. "Felt a bit weary, so I pulled into
a quiet spot for a short nap" I explained, rubbing my eyes then stretching
again for effect. "Very wise sir" he replied leaning in close enough to
smell my breath. "I smiled at him in a relaxed attitude, "don't worry I
haven't touched a drop since last weekend". He gave me a somewhat sheepish
grin and wished me a safe journey.

   Another lesson learned from the evening's escapade was that parking in a
public place in future probably wasn't a good idea, I wondered what would
happen and they had arrived say ten minutes earlier.  Would they have been
able to rouse me?  I didn't know.  No I needed a better base of operations
somewhere close by a residential children's home for instance or at least
close to where my subjects lived and slept, a move was on the agenda.

   CHAPTER TWO

   I spent a few more days in the City building on my previous successes, I
also found myself a broker in order to save time on the mundane aspect of
actually handling the buying and selling.  Then I devoted myself to solving
the problem of accommodation.  I decided that renting a place would be the
best bet, so I would simply drive to an area, park up and gently scan the
thoughts around me for suitable places.  I found several interesting
targets but there was nowhere close enough to rent to make them suitable.
Then I struck lucky, I was parked in a hyper-market car park when a woman
and three girls trundled a trolley past my car window.  They were pretty
children, rather shabbily dressed, but clean and the woman, their mother
looked old beyond her years.  Her husband, the girls father had been a
truck driver, killed in a motorway pile up the year before in heavy fog. 
She was finding it a struggle to make ends meet and was looking for a
lodger to bring in some badly needed cash.

   I was parked outside their door when they arrived home, she spotted me
and thought I was from the social security office, I quickly allayed her
fears. "Mrs Anderson?" I asked with a smile as she reached up to unlock the
door" "Yes?" she replied somewhat nervously, she apparently had a little
part time job in the evenings cleaning offices that the social were unaware
of. "I saw your card in the newsagents window about needing a lodger, is
the room still available?" I could see the relief in her face, her attitude
changed dramatically. I carefully avoided paying too much attention to the
three girls, without ignoring them, I didn't even listen in to their
thoughts.  I was busy concentrating hard upon mum, she ideally wanted a
female lodger, but I was the first enquiry she'd had in three weeks and I
looked harmless enough she decided, with a little prompting. She set the
girls the task of putting the shopping away whilst she showed me the room.
It was the largest bedroom at the front of the house, obviously it had been
the one she had shared with her husband.  She had taken the back bedroom
and the three girls shared the other two.  Alice who was thirteen had the
one next to mine and Amy and Jenny, eleven and nine respectively shared the
other room.  I explained that I actually lived out of town, but business in
the city meant travelling in and I was heartily sick of the traffic so
wanted somewhere to stay from time to time.  I would, of course rent the
room full time whether I slept there or not.  By the time everything was
agreed she was a very happy mum.  I knew she wanted a months rent in
advance, so before she could raise the matter I offered three months.  She
had thought that she would need to keep the room clean as part of the deal,
I asked if perhaps she might be kind enough to clean for me, or get someone
who would if I paid her extra, and just to lull any lurking suspicions
further, I introduced the idea into her mind that I looked a little on the
gay side.

   I moved in the next day, I kept the other place for mail and until I
found a suitable place out of town and settled into my new lodgings.  That
evening I settled down and went to work starting with the youngest girl
Amy, a cute nine year old with short brown hair, brown eyes, button nose
set in a round cheery face and an easy going attitude to life.  I didn't
'enter' her as such to start with, I just gently probed her memory and
thoughts in order to get to know her better. Her mind was a veritable
whirlwind of activity, skipping merrily from one thing to another with
alarming speed.  I felt quite exhausted by the time I slipped out from her.
I lay back on my bed, lit a cigarette and made a mental log of what I had
learned.

   She was definitely a happy go lucky type of kid, she had got over her
dad's death pretty well, mainly due to the fact that when he was alive he
wasn't about much, due to his job.  She had some nice little memories of
him laughing uproariously at something she had said, of Christmases and
Birthdays and only one bad memory of an angry fight between him and her
mother.  She adored her big sister, Alice, tolerated the middle one, Jenny,
though she thought she was soppy and resented having to share her room with
her all because of some silly old man moving in.  Her mental image of me
was an eye opener, to her I was ancient, somebody's granddad.  I stood up
and looked at myself in the mirror, at forty five I thought I had worn
reasonably well, such is life.

   I was pleased to find that she was definitely a sexual little madam, she
liked playing with the little boy down the street, doctors and nurses,
mothers and fathers and just recently twister which he had got for his
birthday.  There was a very interesting little memory of her playing
twister for the first time with the boy Terry and his father.  On more than
one occasion the boys father had accidentally touched her and twice she had
caught him staring at her panties.  The game had excited her a lot and she
and Terry had later gone up to his room where she slipped her hand up the
loose leg of the boy's shorts and played with his willy (her thoughts
remember) until it had got all stiff.  She had showed him her pussy and he
had prodded it a bit but had quickly lost interest.  Terry's dad had given
her a piggyback home; his hands clasped behind his back a thumb sticking
upwards nestling in the warm tingly hollow between her legs.  Amy had
wanted that journey to last forever.  I made a mental note to check this
guy out.

   Jenny was totally different, the same colour hair and eyes, a more oval
face with teeth that were currently a little too large for her mouth which
she thought made her look like a squirrel.  She was a dreamer, fantasising
of romantic fairy story type events where she was the beautiful princess.
She was concerned about her looks, considered herself plain and worried
terribly about her occasional habit of peeing her bed.  Her mother was
understanding about it and told her not to worry, she would grow out of it,
but it stopped her sleeping over at friend's houses, which to Jenny was a
major problem.  She felt very similar about her dead father and his image
was already fading which upset her.  I intervened and slipped some of the
stored images of Amy's into her mind, just simple ones of him smiling
lovingly and that cheered her considerably.

   She was a little frightened of boys, considering them rough, smelly and
too boisterous, she was also being picked on by a boy in her class who took
great pleasure in crowding her and generally being obnoxious.  I wondered
if there was something that I could do about that, it would be an
interesting experiment.

   Alice missed her father terribly, he had been around a lot more in her
early years, before he had got the job driving long distance runs.  Her
memories of him although pleasant were overlaid with misery of his going,
unlike her two sisters Alice was not sure about there being an after life
or heaven for him to be happy in.  she was wondering about this new man who
had just entered her life, me.  he wasn't bad looking, now if mum was to
marry him, would he be a new daddy to her?  Perhaps he was married already
with children of his own, she was determined to find out.  There was a boy
she liked, but he hadn't even noticed her, he was far more interested in
her friend Claire who had disgustingly large boobs and fiery red hair.  The
mental image she had of her was an impossible one a Dolly Parton four foot
six tall with gigantic breasts.

   Alice had discovered the joys of masturbating a couple of months ago
whilst staying with another friend Claudia a West Indian girl wise beyond
her years in Alice's mind.  They had shared a bed and she had woken up to
find Claudia feeling her pussy.  Although Alice had liked the feelings, she
had been far to shy to admit it, so her friend had pretended that she had
been asleep and dreaming and no more was ever said about it.  Back in her
own bed the following night however Alice had begun to experiment enjoying
the nice warm feelings that thrilled through her.  Her orgasm had been a
total surprise and a pleasant one and she had improved her technique
considerably since.

   Amy was sound asleep when I entered her later that same night, she was
dreaming of a pink pony galloping in almost dance like fashion around a
field of lush green grass and dotted with thousands of bright yellow
buttercups, I left her happily dreaming and took over.  Opening my eyes I
found a dim night light burning so that I could look across the room to
where her sister Jenny was gently snoring, I kicked off the covers and
looked down at the young smooth nine year old body.  Her nightdress was
rucked up around her tummy exposing the prominent puffy swell of her mons
and I toyed with it lightly enjoying the vicarious thrill that it gave me.
Amy was so easy to control I found I could keep her in her present state
whilst I probed the mind of young Jenny.  Could I perhaps have a little fun
with the pair of them without them ever knowing I wondered?  I got out of
bed and clambered in beside the sleeping Jenny, then very carefully so as
not to disturb her I reached down and rested my hand upon her tummy.  I was
pleasantly surprised to find that Jenny preferred not to wear panties to
bed either.  I found that controlling the sleeping Jenny's mind was almost
as easy as Amy's, so keeping an ever present watch upon her sleeping state
I crawled down and settled myself comfortably between Jenny's long slim
thighs.  Her bare hairless little pussy smelt wonderful.  We adults forget
just how jaded our senses get as we grow older, taste smell, sight, even
touch all become less intense, so to breathe in the heady aroma of warm
little girl pussy through senses that were acute was quite something.  I
lightly caressed and kissed the darling little pussy keeping the sleeping
girl happily asleep and unaware of what was happening to her lovely young
body.  As she became more and more aroused I just needed to assure her from
time to time that it was all just a lovely dream.

   Her juices were delicious, stronger than my tongue could ever have
tasted and I lapped greedily at the oozing nectar whilst probing Jenny's
fluttering opening with small soft fingers.  She climaxed making soft
little mewing sounds in the back of her throat, then as she came down from
her hiatus her body relaxed including her bladder.  Salty flavored urine
flooded into my mouth which I drank down spilling hardly a drop, there, I
had done my pretty little subject another good deed, in the morning she
would wake up from a very pleasant if highly erotic dream to find herself
in a dry bed.

   I rested in the following morning deciding to see how far I could
accompany my subject on her journey.  I chose Jenny the middle one who
would be more of a challenge than young Amy and should it not work I would
be able to pick up Amy at lunch time when she came home from school to eat.


   Jenny's school was a short bus ride away and I was pleased to find that
my influence didn't diminish dramatically over that distance, vision was a
little hazy but not too bad.  Somewhat like those romantic scenes in old
films, as if seen through greased glass.  More to the point, since gaining
influence over her body while she had been sleeping I seemed somehow to
have established a stronger influence now that she was awake.  Perhaps, I
thought, her mind had become conditioned to the interloper, less ready to
repel it?

   I felt her fear rise in her chest the moment she entered the school
playground.  The boy 'Stinky Steven Potter' she called him was leaning
against a wall, slightly out of focus for me, but even I could see he was a
little arrogant bastard who obviously got his jollies by frightening little
girls.  The panic swelled in her chest as he sauntered toward her.  I
slipped an image of him naked with an exceptionally small and shriveled
little dick into her mind and felt her tension disappear as she tried to
stifle her giggles.

   "What are you laughing at ratface?" he sneered thrusting his face close
up until they were practically nose to nose, I got a faint whiff of tobacco
on his breath, for Jenny it was evidently far worse, because I felt her
being repelled by it. "None of your business" Jenny replied her voice
quivering with fear.  Plucky kid!  I thought to myself. "Leave her alone
you big bully" I heard another voice that Jenny recognized as her friend
Janice. He turned his head to the left looking beyond Jenny "Stay out of
this big tits, if you know what's good for you" he snapped turning back to
the trembling Jenny once more and raising a fist threateningly. I
concentrated really hard, driving Jenny back into the recesses of her mind.

   "I was laughing", I told him, "if you really do want to know, about I
comment I heard regarding bullies, apparently they have to find someone
weaker than themselves to pick on to compensate for having little dicks".

   I made sure that it was said loudly enough for anyone close by to hear.
The look of shock on his face was a pleasure to behold.  Behind Jenny I
could hear uproarious laughter.

   "Why you little bitch" He spat, his face contorted with rage moving in
even closer ready to attack.

   I brought Jenny's bony little knee upwards as fast and as hard as I
could and felt the satisfying connection with the softness between his
legs. He groaned, his face changing from rage to agony and sank down into a
huddled ball at her feet.  I eased back and let Jenny back to the front
again quickly rerunning the event into her memory as children gathered
around her cheering and laughing wildly.

   "I must have reacted by instinct I think" she told her friend as she
still struggled with the events, putting it down to fear. "Good for you,
that will teach the little wanker a lesson" Janice told her adding with a
giggle, that he wouldn't be doing much wanking for a while now though.  I
felt Jenny's face blush at her friends' crude remark, there was also a
tinge of admiration as well, Janice was so worldly wise to Jenny's mind.  I
accompanied her into the building, pleased with her sudden growth in
confidence.  'Just let that smelly Steven Potter try bullying me again and
I'll give him the same treatment' she thought with satisfaction.  I hoped
that she could manage it on her own, I didn't want the responsibility of
having to protect her all the time. "By the way, how do you know he's only
got a little prick?" Janice whispered. "I didn't, I just made it up" Jenny
told her, wondering what on earth had come over her to say such a thing.

   I didn't fancy sitting through lessons with her, I had never been a good
student in my own day, too short an attention span, so I slipped away and
spent a little time idly flicking through the minds of the other pupils. 
My reception wasn't as good, but I did get some vivid images from Steven
Potter dreaming of revenge upon the girl who had humiliated him so.  The
interesting thing was that he fancied her, but was troubled and confused by
his feelings, so tried to dominate her into submission.  I tried suggesting
that what perhaps he should do would be to get her alone and apologise to
her and try and start again, but his testosterone levels wasn't about to
let that happen, youth is wasted on the young don't you think?

   With the house now to myself, I took a long lazy bath, helped myself to
some cereal and a rather inferior coffee, then returned to my own place to
get a few more things to make my new lodgings more like home. I opened my
mail, paid off a couple of bills and made myself a decent cup of coffee. 
There was no activity in the schoolyard opposite and I was unable to find
young Sally anywhere.  I did find Georgina Preston however, I was confused
at first, because she was deep in thought and at first I thought she was
dreaming but I was wrong, she was very much awake.  I finally figured out
with probing that she was in the tutor's changing room with the door locked
busily masturbating herself with a rubber dildo that she had purchased at
one of those sex aid parties.  Fleeting images of that furious mad-eyed
young priest from her youth were right in the forefront of her mind as she
transferred the slick wet dildo from her pussy to her anus.  She was biting
hard on something to stifle her groans but I couldn't figure out what, some
sort of cloth, a rag perhaps.

   The dildo was hurting her as she drove it deep inside herself, but that
only seemed to fire her arousal even more.  Her images were mixed as well,
sometimes it was of a younger version of herself which would then morph
into Sally the little blonde she lusted after and once or twice the image
was of her, as she is now.  The priest was buggering her slamming his thick
cock deep into her bowels, his hairy belly slapping at her naked buttocks
and calling out for his god to forgive her evilness and wanton lust.  I
found the images shocking and repulsive but at another level I found myself
becoming aroused.  I was only pleased that I couldn't experience her pain
and anguish as I slowly pieced together the story.

   Georgina was twelve, her mother was a devout catholic who spent every
waking moment, either at the church or doing work for the church.  Georgina
knew nothing of her father at that time, but her mother, on her death bed
years later had confessed to the girl that he had in fact been the previous
village priest.  The church had hushed the entire matter up and had
supported the mother and child financially and had sent the erring priest
to a monastery.  When Georgina had reached the age of eleven the church had
paid for her to attend a convent boarding school.  It was there that the
young and very innocent Georgina had met Father Abraham a young and
handsome priest in his early thirties.  Father Abraham was the only man in
the cloistered environment of the school apart from an aged gardener come
handyman and practically every girl had a crush on him.

   It had all happened to the unfortunate Georgina one Easter, her mother
had been taken into hospital and as the girl had no other known relatives
it was decided it was best she stayed at the school.  With only the nuns
for company, Georgina took to spending most of her time out in the grounds
of the convent weather permitting and it was on one of those warm sunny
days that you only seem to get during childhood, that Georgina found her
clitoris.  She had spotted a beautiful brown and orange butterfly settled
on the fallen trunk of a tree and sitting herself astride it had studied
gods creature in awe of its beauty.  The butterfly was not so keen on being
examined so closely and fluttered off leaving Georgina lazily sitting
astride the stump and daydreaming of being a beautiful princess captured by
a wicked witch and locked in a turret.  A good fairy, however had turned
Georgina into a butterfly and she had escaped through the bars into the
forest where she settled on the hand of a prince, who captivated by the
beautiful colours had kissed the gossamer wings and changed Georgina back
into a princess.  Had it not been for a projecting stump of a branch
craftily nestling between Georgina's innocently parted thighs things
probably would have turned out better.  Because as she kissed her prince in
her daydream her pussy came into contact with the projecting branch stub
causing a very pleasant reaction between her legs.

   Unaware that she was doing anything that anyone could consider remotely
wrong, Georgina gently rocked her hips enjoying the warm fluid comforting
feeling that it produced inside her.  Then as her pussy reacted and grew
moist and tingly she reached down the front of her shorts and panties to
find out what was happening.  It was in that position that Father Abraham
found her.  To say that he was furious was an understatement, his face was
scarlet with rage as he screamed for the wrath of god to be visited upon
this evil wretch before him.  Georgina was dragged sobbing and pleading not
back to the school, but to the barn where he demanded she strip off her
clothes and wash herself in the horse trough after he had blessed the water
it contained.  Not content with that however he decided that she was not
washing herself thoroughly enough and took over the task himself.  He
slapped at her naked bottom and thighs if she dared to move or squirm away
from his fingers and kept repeating that she was damned for all eternity
and her flesh would burn in the fires of hell.

   Wet and shivering the young Georgina, still unsure what she had done
that was so terrible was forced over a wooden trestle where she received a
severely painful spanking on her upturned bottom until she thought she knew
exactly what the fires of hell would feel like.  She was wrong, because the
fires of hell would burn hotter, more like the feeling in her poor bottom
as he raised his cassock and preying to his vengeful god for forgiveness,
thrust his rigid cock deep into the weeping girls tight little anus until
mercifully she passed out.  The trouble was she didn't remain unconscious
for long enough, the cramps and pain probably bringing her back to reality
as he thrust deep into her his hairy belly slapping against her hot
stinging bottom.  She didn't feel him come, the pain was far too all
consuming, it was only later as it dribbled out of her mixed with her blood
that she knew that he had planted something inside her.

   It wasn't an isolated incident either, from what I could gather, because
backgrounds kept changing from barn to oak lined study to a girls changing
rooms.  The last one being the nastiest because it appeared that young
Georgina was tied by the wrists to the metal clothes hooks by green sashes
that the girls used to denote which team they were in and then beaten with
a rattan cane before being sodomised.

   I retreated from her anguished brain unable to take any more, I wished
her well for the future and spent the rest of the day haunted by her
memories and resolved to avoid the unpleasant aspects in future whenever
possible, otherwise I could see myself going crazy.  Innocent,
uncomplicated minds, that was where I would develop my skills.

   Copyright (C) 2000, Cockney.  ALL Rights Reserved

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   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.



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