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From: ladd@cs.unc.edu (Brian C. Ladd)
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Subject: MNA: Mind Field (mc mf ff) 01/02
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Date: 14 Oct 1995 12:33:29 -0400
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Mind Field
 Part ONE

Arlo Chadwick figured in a well known case-history in neurological circles.
 He was a stage hypnotist, and a very good one.  One night after turning a
timid housewife into a burlesque artist in front of a audience at a night
club, he was shot to death by the woman's jealous mafioso husband.  I was
present at the autopsy...

Arlo had donated his brain to science, and as a neurologist I was interested
in getting my hands on it.  Chadwick's feats of mind control with almost no
preparation of a subject had fascinated many scientists.  And when we learned
via EEG that his brain emitted very unusual waves during hypnotism of
subjects, we realized that there was some physiological reason why he was
able to induce suggestion.  This implied there was a biological capacity in
the human brain for extrasensory powers, a belief scoffed at by most men and
women of science including myself.  Nonetheless, the implication was there
and I wouldn't be a scientist if I didn't pursue it.  Even at this time I may
have been driven by baser intentions, but at the time I didn't know it.

The hypnotist's opened cranium lay upside down on the autopsy table, rocking
about like an oyster shell on a tray.  Few people really appreciate how
beautiful the human brain is... and as Arlo's stared back at me from his
opened skull, I sighed in wonder.  That consciousness could arise from that
dull wrinkled mass of tissue... it was mind boggling... to coin a phrase.  I
set about removing the brain as Dr. Wexler performed his autopsy, droning
monotonously into his microphone about entry and exit wounds.

Gingerly setting the specimen in a cooler filled with ice, I bid Wexler good
day and went back to the lab.  Normal procedure would have been to vivisect
the brain and study the sections under the electron microscope, but I had
decided to try studying the brain as a whole as much as possible before
disecting it.

It was during the magnetic resonance scan that I first noticed something odd
about the brain.  Between the two halves of the brain, there were multiple
filament-like connections.  These were quite atypical, there is a normal
connection between the right and left hemispheres at the brain's base.  These
fine filaments were near the upper surface of the cortex and they numbered 40
in all.  There seemed to be a pattern to their distribution, but it looked as
though, based on the pattern I observed, there should have been many more
links than 40.

Before long I was certain that these links were the key to Arlo's power, and
I suddenly came to terms with the real reason why I wanted the hypnotist's
brain.  It wasn't scientific discovery I was after at all, it was his power I
wanted.  To get it I would need to grow links in my brain like his, and from
my observations, if I could grow more of them than he had, I would have more
power than he had.

At that point the other neurologist in my lab arrived, Dr. Chan.  Deborah was
a beautiful Chinese woman.  She was about five feet tall and had a terrific
figure.  I had lusted after her for a long time but she was already taken and
I as well was married.

 "How's it going, Mitch?" she asked with a dazzling smile.
 "Okay Deb." I said with a depressed sigh as I innocently ran a gloved finger
between the hemispheres of Arlo's brain, destroying the tiny links.
 "What's the matter?"
 "Oh, this is the Chadwick brain.  You remember?"
 "Yeah, I figured you'd be excited to be working on it, hell I would!"
 "I was but so far I've turned up nothing unusual about the brain at all.  I
did a MRI and a few other tests.  No weird lumps or odd folds.  I was hoping
for something obvious."
 "You'll have to vivisect it and study the connections between the neurons."
 "I guess you're right." I said glumly.  Actually I was delighted, once
sectioned, no one would know of the brain's odd connections that I had
broken.

With a dull "plop" the brain slid into the Viviman dissector.  This machine
would section the organ into hundreds of paper-thin slices, which would then
be mounted in clear plastic plates and numbered.  The device would be
cranking away until tomorrow so there was little else for me to do in the lab
today, which was fine, I had legwork to do.

I said goodbye to Debbie, and caught a nice view down her blouse as she bent
back over her work.  The sight of her small, firm, breasts in a satiny-black
bra was extremely distracting, but I tore my gaze away quickly lest she
notice.

* * * * *

It was really quite simple.  I had obtained all of Chadwick's medical records
and researched his life extensively.  No one in his family had shown this
ability so I doubted it was genetic.  After a few weeks of study I had my
answer.  Back in 1972 Chadwick had suffered from a spinal injury.  He made
his debut as a hypnotist only a few months after leaving physical therapy.
 Before the accident, he had shown no such capabilities.  I was certain that
this event had something to do with his power, and as it turned out I was
quite right.

Chadwick had been given a new variant of an experimental drug called
Rejuvidal.  Rejuvidal was supposed to enhance the efficiency of spinal
tissue, which it did admirably and was therefore useful in the physical
therapy which followed spinal surgery or injury.  Two days into Arlo's
treatment it was discovered that it caused massive brain tumours as well and
he was taken off the drug.  It was not known if this new variant also caused
tumours, but his doctors decided not to take the chance.  The articles on
Rejuvidal described the tumours as abnormal growths between the hemispheres
of the cortex, causing migraine headaches, blindness, dementia and death in
that order.  The medical community lost interest in Rejuvidal after this and
pursued safer drugs.

The key item was that Rejuvidal had to be taken constantly and in large doses
for it to be useful as a spinal treatment.  Since Chadwick had been taken off
the drug prematurely, he had grown some filament links between his lobes and
that was all.  Possibly if he had continued taking the drug, the filaments
would have grown into tumours.  But, if he had taken extremely small doses
regularly, it was quite possible that he would simply have grown additional
filaments and not overloaded his cerebral neurons.

Now all I had to do was get my hands on Rejuvidal, which also turned out to
be easy.  Rejuvidal was simply a modification to the existing drug
Calistidal.  I could obtain raw Calistidal through Carolina Biological and
perform the modification myself.

Within a week I had brewed up 10 grams of the Chadwick-variant Rejuvidal, in
fact by using modern equipment this drug was far more refined than when
Chadwick took it.  A half-gram I cooked in the spectrograph just to make sure
I had made the correct compound.  10 grams, or even 9.5 was more than I'd
ever need.  My calculations indicated that I should take 20 doses of 1 mg
each, once a day for 20 days.  By that time, my brain would have formed about
twenty-five-hundred links, about sixty times as many as Chadwick's.  Based on
what Arlo was able to make people do with forty links, I would be able to
make them do just about anything I wanted.  Why in just one day, I would form
125 links and be 3 times as powerful as Arlo!  I took the first dose while
watching Deborah Chan's curvacious ass jiggle as she ground pineal glands
from mice in a pestle.  Her panty lines showed faintly through her gray
pinstriped skirt.  I knew then who would be my first test subject.

* * * * *

I slept poorly through the night and got to the lab very early the next
morning.  I needed to perform an MRI on my head and study the results before
Deb got in.  As I lay there on the scanner all sorts of worries ran through
my head.  What if there were side effects?  What if it didn't work at all?
 Within twenty minutes I knew that my brain had formed several
interhemisphere filaments during the night.  I didn't bother to count them,
but there were certainly MANY more than in Arlo's brain.

Even at this early stage, I expected to be able to make harmless suggestions.
 I was not a hypnotist, and I was interested in controlling unwilling
subjects, so I would not be able to give orders that people would not
normally follow.

An hour later when Debbie arrived, I had already planned my first test.  I
turned the air conditioning on a little lower than usual and waited for the
lab to get cool.  As I thought she would, Deb donned her smock, as she does
when the AC is too cool for her tastes.  After she had been working for a
while, I sat down at the microscope next to her and began studying section 42
of Arlo Chadwick.

In my mind I concentrated on the asian neurologist and issued a suggestion.

 >> It's warm in here. <<

Debbie showed no sign of having received my suggestion whatsoever.  So I
decided to try a verbal suggestion.

 "Boy its warm in here." I said as I got up and went to the thermostat
(ostensibly to check the temperature.)
 "Yeah." Deb agreed absently, and shed her smock, hanging it on a peg by the
door.

Her body was cold, but I had gotten her brain to think that she was warm.
 For a half hour I enjoyed glancing at her stiff nipples poking through the
silk of her green blouse.  Eventually the suggestion wore off and she
suddenly looked up from her work.

 "God its freezing in here!"
 "Is it? I hadn't noticed."

While the pretty young asian ran to get her smock and adjust the thermostat,
I swallowed the second dose of Rejuvidal.

* * * * *

The next day started much like the previous one.  When Dr. Chan arrived I
repeated my test.

 >> Its warm in here. << I suggested mentally.

Immediately Debbie removed her smock and hung it by the door.  Today she was
wearing a black silk blouse which buttoned up the front and a black skirt.
 Her immaculate legs were covered with dark nylons, and she wore black heels.
 Deb always was a heck of a dresser, not very pragmatic, but definitely
attractive.  Again, because of the cool air, her nipples were erect beneath
her blouse.

 >> Its still too warm.  You should take off your blouse. <<

Debbie got a lost look in her eye, started to reach for the first button of
her blouse and then looked nervously at me.  I pretended not to notice her.

 >> Go ahead.  Mitch won't even notice, he's too absorbed   <<
 >> in his work.  Besides, you've been good friends for a   <<
 >> long time, and he's seen you in a bikini at the company <<
 >> barbecue.  How is this any different?                   <<

Seeming reassured, Deb unbuttoned her silky blouse revealing a bronze-colored
bra.  Her lovely tits stretched as she shook the blouse off and tossed it on
a stool beside her.  Her nipples strained at the satiny material from the
cold air, and probably from a little bit of arousal at this state of partial
undress.  I admired her athletic torso while she worked, marveling at what I
had been able to accomplish in only two days of treatment.

 >> Boy its hot!  You should take off your bra. <<

 "Yeah right." Debbie muttered as she shook her head, as if she had just
thought of a preposterous notion.  It was a ridiculous sight.  This lithe,
attractive chinese woman working at her desk stripped to her bra, discarding
an idea as crazy.  I wondered what would happen when my suggestion wore off.

It wasn't until almost five in the afternoon that Deborah suddenly realized
that she had removed her blouse.  I had since turned the AC off so that the
lab would warm up, I didn't want Ms. Chan to catch a cold!  She was looking
down at her notebook when she suddenly realized that she could see her
bra-covered breasts instead of a black silk top.  I had long since turned my
back to her so that when she came to, she would think I hadn't seen her.  I
could still see her reflection dimly in the glass windows before me which
separated the clean room from the rest of the lab.

She gasped and glanced around quickly, then snatched up her blouse and put it
on hurriedly, looking a bit nervous.

 >> Relax.  He didn't see you, he's fallen asleep at his desk. <<
 >> It was pretty hot in the lab earlier and you noticed he    <<
 >> was asleep.  No big deal.                                  <<

I emitted a few soft snores and Deb relaxed and took her time.  Then she
grabbed her smock and put it on before coming over to "wake me up".

 "Huh? Wha?" I muttered.  "What?  Oh jeez.  What time is it?"
 "Its five, Mitch, time to hit the road.  See you tomorrow!"

Her eyes searched mine as if to check and see if I had noticed her earlier.
 I feigned sleepiness which seemed to work.

 "Umm.  Okay Debbie.  See you in the morning. *yawn* Goodnight."
 >> He never saw you. <<

Deb smiled, took off her smock, picked up her things and left for the day.

 Part Two

As the days progressed so did I with Deborah.  Each day I was able to get her
to do things that she normally would not do.  On day three I couldn't get her
to take her bra off, but got her to remove her skirt and nylons via the
reminder that I had seen her in a bikini.  She looked great in her sexy red
panties and matching bra.

On day 4 I got her to remove everything but her panties.  I tried planting
suggestions of all sorts but she just kept shaking her head.  So instead of
trying to convince her to do that I convinced her that she was very tired and
was going to take a nap on the couch in my office.  While she slept I let my
hands roam over her sexy young form.  She had a fabulous body and I couldn't
wait for it to be mine.  All things in their time.  For now I was content to
feel her fuzzy mound through the plain white cotton panties she wore, to
squeeze her muscular buttocks and to suckle her nipples.

When she awoke at five, I suggested she get dressed and forget about ever
having undressed, but she was allowed to remember napping on my couch while I
worked.  My suggestions to her were not wearing off.  She had come in this
morning wearing the outfit I had suggested she wear on day three.  Blue
jeans, white tee shirt with a blue cotton blouse over it, sneakers, and white
cotton underwear.

On the morning of day 5 I performed an MRI on myself as usual.  This time I
sat down and counted the links.  There were 617 of them which was just about
right.  Otherwise my brain looked normal.  I noted my progress and decided to
move to stage two of my experiment with Deborah: commands instead of
suggestions.

Deborah arrived at about nine wearing white slacks and a see-through
buttonless white silk blouse.  The slacks were also somewhat see-though.  As
I had suggested on the evening of day four, she had chosen to wear dark
colored underwear which showed through the outfit quite clearly.

 "Goodmorning Mitch!  How are you?"
 "Pretty good Debbie, how was your night?"
 >> Take off your slacks and blouse. <<

She smiled and dropped her drawers, revealing dark blue satin panties with
white polka-dots.  Then she slipped her blouse over her matching bra and took
it off.  All the while she spoke to me casually as if this was natural
behavior.  It was like she was undressing in front of her husband.  My powers
had grown to the point where she was obeying the commands without thinking
about them.

 "It was great, Carl took me out to see The Fugitive.  Have you seen it?"
 "Yes.  Take off your bra."
 "What did you think of it?" she asked as she unhooked her bra, letting her
firm breasts swing free.
 "I thought the opening scene where the wife was murdered was a bit too
violent, but otherwise it was really great.  Take off your panties and come
here, Deborah."

The satiny panties came down, and Deb Chan, in full nude glory stepped up to
me.  And she was glorious!  Muscular and beautiful, with slightly tanned
skin, a chestnut-brown bush, neatly trimmed, an "innie" bellybutton, small
but firm tits, a delicious looking neck, full lips, big brown oriental eyes,
and long curly black hair.

 "Yeah I had a hard time with that scene too.  The federal marshall guy was
pretty cool though, he--"
 "Shh.  No more speaking for now.  Turn around so I can look at your ass."

She obediently stopped talking, grinned, and turned around to show me her
buttocks.  I was a bit surprised that she didn't resist at all, I can only
assume she is proud of her body, and though she had been conviced to strip,
she still took pleasure in my finding her attractive.  Her back was clear and
beautiful, and her ass was perfect.  Small but full and firm, perfectly sized
to her body.  She twitched as I reached out and ran a hand over her bum
gently.  It was the first sign of resistance she had shown today.  I had
gotten pretty far though.  By Monday, she would do anything I wanted, and she
would WANT to do it.  Nonetheless I decided to see if I could get any
further.

 "Turn around, Debbie."

She turned and faced me, looking a little frightened.

 "Did that bother you?"

She nodded.

 "Do you want me to touch you?"

She shook her head 'no'.

 "I won't touch you unless you want me to.  Do you feel aroused at being
naked here at work?"

She thought about it and nodded her head as if to say "A little."

 "Do you want to touch yourself?"

She shook her head, still not speaking as I had instructed.

 "Because I'm here?"

She nodded.

 "I'm not here."

She suddenly looked relieved and glanced around at what appeared to be an
empty lab to her.

 "You can talk whenever you want now.  Are you still aroused?"
 "Yes." she said, talking to herself.
 "A little more aroused because you're alone?"
 "Mmm. Yes." she said, gently cupping her right breast and squeezing the
nipple a little.
 "You're VERY aroused and you want to come.  Masturbate until you do."
 "Ohhh God." she moaned.

She ran to the door of the lab, locked it, and came back to where I was.  The
part of the lab we were in had a stone floor, but she grabbed a fire blanket
from the first aid kit and lay on it.

She ran her hands up and down her sides, then her right hand slid down her
tummy and into her bush, and she began pulling on her nipples with the other
hand.

 "Unh.  Yes.  Mmmm." she sighed quietly, her sexy little hips gyrating as she
played with her clit and fondled her breasts.

 "Mmmm.  Oh.  Oh.  Ooohh." she groaned as she closed her eyes and slipped a
finger into her pussy and began frigging herself.  "Oh God.  Yes.  Ummmmm!
MM! Oh! Oh!"

 "Do you wish you had a hard cock in you?"
 "Oh god! Yessss!"
 "Where do you want it?"
 "Up my cunt!!  UNH."  she was now up to three fingers, desperately trying to
simulate her lover's dick.
 "Does Carl fuck you that way?"
 "Mmmm. Yes. Oh fuck.  UNH."
 "Does he wear a condom?"
 "Nuh-no. Unh. Oh God! I'm on the puh-pill.  Unnnnh."
 "Where else does he put his cock into you?"
 "Sometimes in my muh-mouth.  Mmmm."
 "Does he come in your mouth?"
 "Yes, oh god, yes yes yes he does.  I wish he were here.  Ummm.  Unhh."
 "Do you let him fuck you up the ass?"
 "N-no. Mmmm! I don't do that.  Oh God!  OH!  UNHHH!"
 "You will for me," I thought to myself, "but not today."

The chinese woman was sprawled on the blanket, fiercely squeezing her breasts
and frigging herself with three fingers.  Her hips gyrated in a grinding
motion and juices were spilling forth from her lovely pussy.  I couldn't take
it anymore, I had to have her.

 "OOOH!  OH YESSS!"
 "Open your eyes Deb, I'm here now, but I'm not Mitch, I'm Carl."

She opened her eyes and looked at me.  The skin of her upper chest and neck
had flushed red from the exertion and her eyes locked hungrily on me.  I
couldn't have kept her from having me at that point.  I couldn't believe that
after all these years I was finally going to have sex with Deborah.  I was at
full attention as she sprang up, unzipped my fly and pulled me down on top of
her.

She was too far gone to wait for me to undress, so she frantically pulled my
pants and underwear down to my knees and then practically pushed her pussy
onto my dick.  She was extremely tight and velvety inside, yet so well
lubricated that I slid in right up to the hilt.  She started bucking her hips
and I began thrusting in and out of her.

 "OH CARL!  FUCK ME!  MAKE ME COME!  OH YES!"

I kissed her and slid my tongue into her mouth, then placed my hands on her
breasts, her legs on my shoulders, and began fucking her little asian pussy
for all I was worth.  I was so horny there was no way I was going to last.

 "YES! OH CARL!  CARL! UNNNH!"
 >>Your husband's name is Mitch.<< I commanded as I pumped my dick in and out
of her.
 "MITCH! MITCH! FUCK ME!  OH GOD!  MITCH I'M COMING! I'M COMING!  AIYEEEEE!"
she was shrieking and coming, her cunt spasming around my engorged prick.  It
was more than I could take.
 "Oh Deborah!  UNNNNNNNH!"

I came hard up her cunt, spurting huge wads of jism up inside her.  She held
my shoulders and spoke softly to me as I squirted deep within her.

 "That's good baby.  That's good.  Oh God Mitch, I love you."
 "I love you too, honey" I said.

I lifted her sweaty little body and held her in my arms.  Eventually we fell
asleep with my penis still in her.  Later around lunch when I awoke, I was
soft and slid out of her.

 "Wake up, Deborah.  Get dressed and put the fire blanket away, then unlock
the door.  You never got undressed, your husband whose name is Carl was never
here, but I have been here all day, and you never had any kind of sexual
experience today.  It's just been a normal morning.  We shot the shit talking
about The Fugitive and we didn't get much work accomplished today because we
had little rinkydink things to do around the office."

I watched as the nude asian woman did all the things I instructed her to.
 God she was beautiful.  Soon she was sitting at her desk neatening up her
files.

 "Hey Debbie.  I'm not getting anything done, are you?"
 "No.  I just can't seem to get into it today."
 "Me neither.  Why don't you take the rest of the day off?  I think I'm going
to."
 "Really?  Yeah, I guess I will too."
 "Join me for lunch?" I asked.
 "Why not?  I'm buying."
 "That's okay its on me."
 "You paid last time, I owe you!"
 "That's okay, I declare the balance sheet clean today." I said with a grin.
 "Suit yourself.  I never turn down a free meal." Deborah responded, reaching
for her keys.

 Part Three

Ms. Chan showed up on time Monday wearing a lovely light blue summer dress
printed with lavender and green flowers.  Underneath she was wearing stretchy
black panties and a matching bra--I found this out shortly after she showed
up.

 >> Deborah, stand and face the table, then bend over <<
 >> and lean on it by placing your hands on the edge.  <<

Immediately Deb complied, and I pushed her dress up over her behind, exposing
her panty-clad ass.  She shivered and looked over her shoulder at me, but
because of the command she could not get up or pull away.

 "Mitch, what are you doing?  Stop!" the asian woman asked, alarmed.
 "You are intensely aroused and you want me to have sex with you.  Don't
you?" I said.  Instantly her face flushed, her pupils widened, and she became
breathless.
 "Oh yes.  Yes.  Please Mitch, do it to me, I have to have it.  But please,
never tell Carl.  I love him." she begged.
 "Don't worry Debbie.  Carl will never know." I assured her, and thought to
myself "Or, he won't care when I'm finished with him."

She seemed relieved, spread her legs a bit and began swaying her delicious
ass before me.

 "Take my panties off." she commanded.

This was a switch!  Apparently Deb was forward-thinking and didn't mind
playing the aggressor in the bedroom.  I obediently placed my thumbs under
the waistband and slid her panties off, revealing her immaculate buttocks.
 She stepped out of her panties and spread her legs very wide.  (Debbie
always was athletic and fit, I wouldn't be surprised if she had done some
gymnastics.)  Her right arm twitched as she tried to finger herself, but due
to the command her hand was glued to the table.  I massaged her buttocks and
let my hand slip down between her cheeks, over her wet passage, and touched
her clitoris with the tip of my middle finger.

 "Mmmmm.  Good.  Keep doing that." she instructed, tilting her pelvis back
and forth and pressing down on my hand as I played with her clit.
 >> Stand, pull your dress off over your head, and <<
 >> resume the position.                           <<

Soon that was done, and Deb was wearing nothing but her black shoes and
stretchy-black bra.  I had her kick off her shoes while I continued to
masturbate her with one hand and fondle her breasts through the shiny bra
with the other.

 "That's good.  Yesss.  Squeeze my nipples.  UNNH.  Gooood.  Oh Mitch.  Ohh."
 >> You want me. <<
 "I want you.  Put your cock up me, now!" she ordered.

I stripped off my clothes and stood behind her.  Inhaling her sumptious,
flowery scent, I placed my prick at her opening and pushed.  With very little
resistance it slid into her wet pussy.  The little Chinese woman cheered me
on.

 "Oh yeah.  Up my cunt.  UNNH.  Oh Mitch!  God!  Yessssss..." she moaned.

I was hard as a rock in her tight passage--she was heavenly.  I placed my
hands on her hips and began with long, measured strokes, but before long I
was slamming my cock up her pussy as hard and fast as I could.  The only
sounds were our grunts and those of her ass slapping into me on each thrust,
until she came.

 "OH GOD!  MITCH!  I'M COMING!  ARRRGH!  UNNH!" she shrieked as she shook
from head to toe.

That's what brought me out of it.  I was listening to her come and looking at
her muscular cheeks and I suddenly realized that I wanted to take her that
way.  It would be her first time and considering how tight her pussy was, it
would feel amazing for me.

 >> Do you have any hand lotion? <<
 "Yes, -huff- in my -huff- my purse.  -huff-" she panted, still coming down
from her orgasm.

I slipped out of her and reached into her purse for the lotion.  I spread it
liberally on my dick which was already wet with her juices, and then applied
some to her anus.

 "What -huff- what are you--"
 >> You're still aroused.  You want me to fuck you up the ass. <<

She quieted immediately, looked down at the table top and sighed a horny
sigh, then arched her back downward to make her anus more accessible to me.
 She looked fantastic, all lithe and muscular and wearing a sheen of sweat
and that sexy bra.  I placed the head of my lubed cock at her sphincter.

 "Mmmmm, yessss." she said softly.

There was a lot of resistance as I tried to enter her.  Anal sex takes some
learning for both partners, but fortunately I was able to teach her
instantaneously.

 >> Relax your anus completely.  You trust me. <<

Ah! That did it.  I watched, mesmerized, as my penis slipped into her supple
asshole.  Her mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged as she was filled in
this new way.

 "Oh my God.  Oh God!  Mitch!  Its... I..."

She couldn't find the words, but her face showed pleasure and her eyes
fluttered closed as the last of my prick disappeared into her anus.  She
panted and we rested with my member entirely within her.  Then I withdrew and
grinned, knowing that the sensation is doubled when withdrawing.  Her eyes
sprang open again and she went rigid, a thin sound escaping her lips.  I felt
her asshole spasm around my dick and realized she was coming.  The tiny
squeak became a loud moan as she came.

 "OOOOOHHHHH Mitch, do me.  Do me up my ass!  Oh Yes!"

We began slowly but soon I was able to pick up my pace, 'till eventually I
was thrusting into her asshole as hard as I could.  She loved it.  I never
had to suggest to her that she loved it, only that she wanted to try it.  I
lost track of how often she came.  I pounded my cock up her ass for as long
as I could until I couldn't hold back anymore.

 "OH GOD Debbie!" I moaned "I'M COMING! I'M COMING UP YOUR ASS!"
 "Oh yes! Please!  Come in my ass!" Deborah Chan cried.

With a roar I slammed my cock up her ass and pulled her upright, my hands
squeezing her small, firm, breasts through her sexy bra as my cock pulsed and
shot huge wads of come deep inside her asshole.  She leaned her head back on
my chest and smiled up at me as I filled her ass with come, and we kissed
deeply.

 "Thank you." she said sleepily  "I needed that."
 "Thank YOU, Deb.  It was incredible."

It was then that the door opened.  Damn!  I had forgotten to tell Debbie to
lock the door!  Carol Parker, our computer technician, had showed up to do
maintenance on the lab computer, and she stood there staring at us with a
look of utter shock on her face...

 Part Four

Deb had been carefully prepared in five days of testing, Carol had just
popped in out of the blue.  There was no guarantee that my powers would work
on her, though I had to risk it at this point.  The morning's MRI had
revealed almost a thousand interhemisphere filaments, more than twenty times
the amount Arlo Chadwick had possessed.  With 40 links he was able top turn
timid housewives into strippers in front of an audience, but he had to pick
and choose his subjects carefully.  No time for that in my case.  I'd just
have to give it my best shot.

 "Come in and lock the door, Carol.  There's no one in here... what you saw
and heard were just a fantasy."

She shook her head and glanced about while closing the door and locking it.
 She seemed to be dismissing a bizarre idea or thought, presumably the image
of Deborah and myself stark naked with my cock up Debbie's ass.

 "Hello?  Anyone in here?  Dr. Perkins?  Dr. Chan?  Hello?" she called.

Seemingly satisfied, she headed over to the lab computer and began fiddling
with it.  I looked down at Deborah and saw her face was a white mask of fear.

 "What's the matter, Debbie?"
 "What if she tells Carl? He'll be so hurt!"  She appeared to be on the verge
of tears.

I wasn't out to hurt anybody so I held her tightly and used my powers to
reassure her.

 >> She's not telling anybody.  You will never feel   <<
 >> guilt at what we have done, only joy.  You simply <<
 >> have a sex life with me now as well as your       <<
 >> marriage with Carl.                               <<

She smiled, kissed me, and squeezed my penis gently between her buttocks.  I
slipped out of her, turned her around and kissed her again, my tongue probing
the wetness of her mouth.  Carol continued to futz with the computer,
oblivious to the two naked people kissing and fondling each other not three
feet away.  I rubbed Deb's pert breasts through her spandex bra and admired
her beautiful face and smile.

 "So what do you think of anal sex now that you've given it a try?"
 "Mmmm." she grinned "It was fun."
 "Do you think you'll let Carl have you that way now?"
 "Oh absolutely!"
 "Carl, you don't know it but you just got happier." I thought to myself.
 Out loud I said: "Would you like to take that bra off?"
 "Yeah," she nodded, "I'm all hot and sweaty."

I helped her take the stretchy black brassiere off and gazed in rapt pleasure
at her perfect breasts.

 "Do you like them?" she asked with a smirk... she already knew the answer to
that one!
 "I'm crazy about 'em." I admitted, cupped them gently in my hands and gave
her another kiss.

I was surprised by how quickly Debbie had adjusted to Carol's being in the
room.  Just because Carol wasn't going to tell anyone didn't make it okay to
be naked and fondled in front of her.  I began to wonder about Debbie and
decided to test a theory.

 "Deb, have you ever had sex with a woman?"
 "No."
 "Have you fantasized about it?"
 "Yeah."
 "Often?"
 "All the time.  The idea makes me very horny, but I've never had the guts to
try it!"  she seemed to anticipate where I was going.
 "Do you ever fantasize about Carol?"

She looked hungrily at the technician.

 "Sometimes.  She's very sexy."

I had to agree.  Carol was a babe.  She was about five foot seven, had long
chestnut-brown hair in small curls, an oval face with a few faint freckles,
bright blue-green eyes, a long neck, a full but very firm bosom, a washboard
tummy, small hips, a tight muscular bottom, and long lithe legs.  She was
wearing a Chicago Cubs cap and shirt over a tight-fitting white tee, blue
jeans, and leather boots.  I had long wanted to have sex with Carol, but she
wouldn't go beyond casual flirting.

 "You can have her if you want.  She won't tell anybody.  She won't even
remember if I don't want her to."
 "Well..." Debbie began, loosing her nerve.
 >> You want her, now.  What the heck?  You're sleeping <<
 >> with one coworker already.  Why not experiment with <<
 >> one who'll carry no memory of the event?            <<
 "Mmmm... can I?" she asked.
 "Sure, I know just what to do.  Why don't you just go get the fire blanket
from the emergency locker and spread it out on the floor here?"

As the nude little asian ran to get the blanket, I decided to work my magic
on Carol.

 "Carol, have you ever had sex with a woman?"
 "No."
 "Have you ever fantasized about it?"
 "Occasionally... when I'm in a perverted mood."
 "Carol, you are in a perverted mood.  You can't shake the image of Deb and I
naked.  Remember when it popped into your head earlier?"
 "Mm-hmm." she affirmed, shifting a bit in her seat.
 "You're horny as hell and you need to come.  You're all alone and the lab is
locked.  Now you're going to fantasize about having sex with Debbie and I.
 While you're fantasizing its going to seem very real, but remember, its just
a fantasy... so it can't hurt you.  Therefore, you can cast any inhibitions
to the wind, there's no reason not to try anything."  I was already thinking
of her sweet ass.
 "No reason not to try anything..." she murmured, closing her eyes and
unbuttoning her fly.

She began fondling her breasts through her t-shirt with one hand, while the
other slipped into her blue cotton panties and began stimulating her
clitoris.  When Debbie returned, Carol was sighing quietly and had slid
forward in the chair while masturbating.  Deb laid out the blanket and I
finished up with Carol.

 "Carol, you will now open your eyes and find yourself in your fantasy.  Its
not real but its going to seem real.  When its over, you will dress, collect
your things, clean yourself up in the bathroom, then leave and lock the lab
behind you.  You'll feel good but will remember that you masturbated and
fantasized in an empty lab today.  You'll decide you need to take the rest of
today off and get some rest."
 As Carol opened her eyes I turned my attention to Deborah: "Debbie, she's
ready, why don't you have some fun with her on the blanket there and I'll
join in soon?  She'll do whatever you want."
 "Okay Mitch." the Chinese woman said, turning to Carol.  "Hey Carol, want to
have some fun?"

Carol looked at the slender, naked, Dr. Chan.  Lust burned clearly in her
heavy-lidded eyes.  She nodded at Deb and smiled.  Debbie grinned back and
patted the blanket next to her, signalling Carol to sit with her.

I watched as Deborah Chan slowly stripped Carol Parker of her clothing.  She
would slip a garment off of Carol who would passively allow her to do so, and
then kiss whatever skin was exposed, or rub it with her cheek or breasts.
 Soon the taller woman was down to just her blue cotton panties and a lacy
white bra.  She had a fabulous tan.  I became achingly erect as Debbie
unhooked Carol's bra and freed her well-formed breasts from the cups.  Deb
began to suckle Carol's nipples, and I pulled off Carol's panties.  She had a
perfectly trimmed bush, thick and dark.  I plied my tongue to the soft folds
of Carol's labia, licking from her anus all the way up to her clitoris.

 "Mmmm.  Oh Mitch, Deb.  Oh god..." she whimpered.

Debbie turned around and lowered her pussy onto Carol's mouth.  As Carol
began licking her and kissing her clitoris Debbie leaned forward and started
sucking on my cock.  I could have shot my wad then, but I decided to wait
until I could do it in Carol.

 "Not me, Deb, Carol." I instructed.

Obediently the asian lowered her head to Carol's mound and began licking and
nibbling at the taller woman's slit.  I applied hand lotion to my dick as
Debbie's tongue swirled over Carol's labia, into her pussy, and then up to
her clit.  She started pumping two fingers in and out of Carol's cunt while
licking and sucking.  The taller woman began to shake and moan, and finally
crushed her cunt up into Debbie's face as she came.  Juices came spilling
forth from Carol's pussy which Deborah eagerly lapped up.

 "Oh God Debbie!  YES!  OH GOD YES!  You're so perfect!  UUUNNNNNNNNNH!"

After coming, Carol became aggressive and rolled Debbie over so that Carol
could be on top.  She immediately began pumping a finger in and out of
Debbie's anus while sucking vigorously on her clit.  Debbie laid back and
stared up at Carol's dripping pussy, revelling in the sensations the taller
woman was giving her.  It was the moment I had been waiting for.  I sidled up
behind Carol, and pushed my lubed prick into her asshole.  Carol groaned and
came a second time as I started pumping my dick in and out between her pale
ass-cheeks, but continued ministering to Debbie's pussy.

My prick was disappearing into Carol's anus all the way to the hilt with no
resistance at all, and she was fabulously tight.  She kept coming and working
on Debbie until the asian came with a shriek.  Ms. Chan was exhausted and
fell asleep almost immediately, so I pulled Carol off of her.  Carol got up,
turned to face me, and sat in my lap.  She reached around behind her back and
guided my dick back into her asshole.  I tasted Debbie's pussy on Carol's
lips as I squeezed the technician's very firm, full breasts and fucked her
hard up the ass.  Carol put her hands on my shoulders and then leaned back
and looked up at the ceiling as she rode my cock.

 "Do me Mitch.  UNH!  Oh do me its so good do me do me domedomedome DO ME DO
ME!  UNNHH!  YES YES YES YES!  OH CHRIST!  OH FUCK!"

Her tits quivered as she bounced up and down on my cock, taking it all up her
ass until I could stand it no longer.  I grabbed her, yanked her down onto me
dick, and came for all I was worth.

 "ARRGH!  OH CAROL!  UNNNNNNH!"

She came at the same time with a low mewling moan as I spurted sticky gobs of
semen up her asshole.  I felt Carol's sphincter squeezing the base of my
prick, milking me dry as she came.  We kissed for awhile and then I slipped
out of her ass with a pop.  She held me close for a few minutes and then got
up and reached for her clothes.

 "Thank you Dr. Perkins.  Call me whenever you need help getting the system
up." she said coyly.  I figured it was part of her fantasy so I went along.
 "You do it better than anyone else Ms. Parker."

She smiled, blew me a kiss, and headed for the bathroom with her clothes.  I
laid back and took sleepy Debbie in my arms and held her close.  I woke for a
moment when I heard Carol leave quietly and lock the door.  I snuggled close
to Deborah and inhaled the sweet scent of her hair as I drifted off,
wondering what I might do next with my new powers.

 Part Five


This morning's MRI revealed about 1250 interhemisphere links in my brain's
cortex.  I swallowed my eleventh dose of rejuvidal and considered the events
of the past ten days.  Ever since my threesome with Debbie and Carol two days
ago, I've known that I can control more than one mind at a time.  And each
day since day one I've felt more powerful... almost like I'm radiating
energy.  But yesterday was both weird and frightening.

I had sex with Debbie shortly after she arrived, and that was great of
course, except for some very weird sensations I felt whenever Deb had an
orgasm.  I experienced strange waves of pleasure emanating from the base of
my cock, and I felt oddly full down there.  Then I would feel a pulsing
sensation between my legs which, due to my aroused state, would cause me to
come.  This was all fine, just weird.  I found if I concentrated on what I
was doing the odd but pleasant sensations went away.

The frightening part happened at lunch, when I walked with Deb to a nearby
restaurant.  All along the way there, I noticed people were turning their
heads to stare at us.  At one point we were separated during lunch (she went
to the ladies room) and I noticed that it was me that people were staring at.
 I realized eventually that I was radiating mental energy around myself, and
when people stepped into my mind's field, they sensed it subconsciously.  By
the time lunch was over, I had trained myself to dampen this involuntary
wattage so that people wouldn't stare.

In experimenting with this field, I found I could dampen it so much that
people couldn't see or hear me at all.  I simply wasn't there to them.  They
still responded to my mental commands and suggestions, but otherwise I was
invisible.  I decided that I could have some fun with this variant of my
power, so I left Deb during lunch, and told her that I would be right back.

I quickly crossed the street to the ladies apparel shop, turned my dampening
field up to maximum, and entered the store.  The woman at the register looked
up briefly at the sound of the door, saw no one and swiftly went back to
waiting on her customer.  Both of them were dowdy older women, not the least
bit attractive.

I went straight to the back and waited by the fitting rooms.  Eventually I
spotted a strawberry blond-haired girl heading toward me.  She had three
one-piece swimsuits in her hand.  She looked about sixteen, thin, slightly
tanned, and athletic.  I decided that she was probably on a high school swim
team or something as I followed her into a dressing room.  She was wearing
white shorts, white sneakers, and a yellow tank top.  Her hair she wore in a
ponytail with a simple white ribbon.

Once there, I sat on a small bench and watched her quickly strip down to her
simple white cotton panties and sport bra.  I was enchanted with her
beautiful face, lovely grey eyes, and firm young body.  As she tried on the
first suit, a simple navy-blue number, I picked up her purse and checked her
wallet.  Her license (printed this year) said her name was Julia Lang and
that she was seventeen.  I made a note of her address and put her wallet and
license back in her purse... Julie and I would be meeting again sometime.

The swimmer had her suit on as I put her purse back and as she admired the
suit, I admired her in it.

 >> Squeeze your left breast. <<

As she looked herself over, her right hand rose from her hip to her small
breast, squeezed it mechanically, and then went back to her right hip.  She
was conscious of this action, but couldn't understand why she had done it, as
evidenced by the strange expression on her face as she stared down at her
left breast.  Her left nipple was stiffening underneath the shiny bathing
suit from the brief touch.  This wasn't what I wanted at all, I wanted to be
able to issue a command and have the subject obey without realizing it.

 >> Forget that you touched yourself. <<

Immediately Julia finished checking out the suit and began to strip it off.
 I waited while she put the black suit on and began admiring herself before I
tried again, this time, I increased my dampening field even further.

 >> Squeeze your left breast and play with the nipple <<
 >> until you are ready to try on the white suit.     <<

This time the suggestion caused the desired behavior, the teenager began to
fondle her left breast and twist her little nipple through the material of
the suit, apparently oblivious to her actions.  Both of her nipples became
erect and the skin of her neck flushed, but she otherwise behaved as if
nothing out of the ordinary were happening.  She was just a beautiful girl
trying on bathing suits and becoming sexually excited for no particular
reason.  The little dressing room was filled with the scent of her arousal.

 "Mmmmm..." the girl sighed.

It was about this time I started getting hard, and also began to feel a
tingling sensation in my chest.  It was sort of like the weird feelings I had
had with Miss Chan earlier in the day.  Miss Lang was turning around to look
at her fanny in the mirror while still playing with her tit when I got up and
left.

 >> You saw nothing unusual. << I suggested to her as I walked away, just in
case she saw the door to her dressing room open briefly.  I had no interest
in alarming her.

It had been a wild and interesting day, and I hoped today would be as
interesting... if Deb would get here.  I was very impatient for her to
arrive, because we were going to try a new experiment together.  Eventually
Debbie showed up wearing the simple gray sweatsuit I had told her to wear
today.  I new that underneath it she wore a teddy of some kind, but I had
left it up to her to decide what it should look like.

 "Hi Mitch!" she said upon arriving.

She entered and locked the door out of habit, then came over to me and gave
me a great hug and a warm kiss.  "I missed you." she confided, then started
to remove her sweatshirt.

 "Not yet, Deb." I stopped her. "How about another threesome today?"

She licked her lips.

 "Sure! With whom?" she asked enthusiastically.
 "How about we let you pick someone?  Any woman who works here."
 "C'mon Mitch, how would we ever pull that off?"
 "Leave it to me." I said with a grin.

I closed my eyes, fixed an image of our office building in my mind and then
transmitted a command with as much force as I could.

 >> SLEEP. <<

I opened my eyes in time to catch Debbie as she toppled forward, out cold.
 Whoops!  I hadn't meant to include Deb!

 >> Debbie, awaken and remove all your clothes <<
 >> except for your teddy.                     <<

She woke immediately, steadied herself, and began to strip down as I unlocked
the lab door and glanced out into the hall.  From here I could see into two
offices and also the department secretary at the end of the hall.  She and
the occupants in both offices were snoozing at their desks peacefully.

I turned toward Deb and saw that she was barefoot, dressed in nothing but a
sheer black crotchless teddy made of a silky see-through material that showed
her dark nipples and neatly trimmed bush quite clearly.  The entire teddy was
composed of this material and had no other decorations, no lace, no sequins,
nothing.  It was perfect.  I was erect instantly.

 "I hope you like it, I decided to go with something simple."
 "Its FABULOUS Deb, I wouldn't change a thing."

I reached around behind her to cup her immaculate ass in my hand as I kissed
her deeply.  My index finger found the opening in the teddy's crotch and
slipped up into her slippery pussy.  I pumped it in and out of her a few
times to get it nice and wet, the pulled it out and placed it at her tight,
little anus.

 "Mmmmm yessss... put it in me." she whispered passionately in my ear.

 >> Relax your anus. <<

I pressed my finger against her button and it easily slipped up into her
asshole.  She let out a small grunt as I worked it up inside her.

 "Have you had anal sex with Carl yet?" I asked.
 "Oh yes!  Twice... it was great!  He was so surprised!"
 "I'll bet." I thought to myself, then said out loud: "Well, come on, Deb,
lets go pick you a lover."

She resisted as I started to walk her out of the lab, but my finger was still
in her bottom, so she couldn't pull away.

 "Mitch!  Stop!  I'm in my underwear!  Someone's going to see me, I'll get
fired!  Someone will tell Carl!"
 "Trust me, Deb.  Just leave it up to me, I wouldn't put you into a dangerous
situation."

She relaxed and we strode out of the lab.  I enjoyed the sensation of her
buttocks sliding over my finger, and her anus clenching around it as she
walked along.  She seemed to find wandering around her workplace wearing next
to nothing extremely arousing.

We peered into office after office, looking at the sleeping people within.
 Ms. Chan began to get a real sense of power as she realized that I would
give her whoever she wanted.  She liked it.

Eventually we came to the office of Kristen Jamison in human resources.
 Kristen was a pert little blond with slender shapely body, large full
breasts, and a plush ass.  She was a short woman, just a bit taller than Deb
and had a very cute face.  Her nose was elf-like and her eyes were bright
blue.  As soon as Debbie saw her slumped in her chair, she wanted her.
 Kristen was wearing a stretchy white turtleneck jersey with a sport bra
beneath, and a black skirt with matching stockings.

 "This is who I want, Mitch."
 "Take her, she'll remain asleep this time, if you want her again in the
future, we'll make her an active participant."
 "Good enough." Debbie said and went over and knelt in front of Kristen's
chair.

She kissed the sleeping woman and then ran her hands over Kristen's firm
body.

 "Mmmmmm." she said as she greedily pushed the tight fitting jersey up over
Kristen's breasts, revealing her bra.

It was a simple white sport bra and Debbie hastily hooked her thumbs under it
and lifted it up so Kristen's big breasts would swing free.  The blond
woman's breasts were impressive.  They were perfectly round with large pink
nipples.  I began to undress as Deb nibbled and sucked on Kristen's nipples.

 "Oooh." Ms. Jamison said in her sleep as her nipples hardened under the
asian's ministrations.

Deb tried to get as much of each of Kristen's breasts into her mouth as she
could.  She couldn't get the entire tit in her mouth but she sure had fun
trying.  I couldn't wait much longer.

 >> Make her come. << I suggested.

Debbie reached for the hem of Kristen's skirt and pushed it up as far as it
would go.  Over the tops of her black stockings, revealing a pair of white
satin panties.

 >> Take her panties off. <<

I knelt, naked, behind Deb and placed the head of my erect penis at the wet
opening of her warm, inviting cunt as she savagely pulled at Kristen's
panties until she got them to slip out from under the blond's fleshy ass.
That done, she slipped them off fairly easily.

 >> Given them to me. <<  I commanded, as I entered the lovely asian.

 "UNNH." Debbie grunted as she handed me Kristen's panties.

[END]

Brian C. Ladd, Curator, Mindnumbing Archive
MNA is *not* affiliated with the University of North Carolina; it is a
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Subject: MNA: Mind Field (mc mf ff) 02/02
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[BEGIN]
I tossed the panties into my pile of clothes and began pushing my prick in
and out of Debbie's pussy, watching her twist and writhe as she sucked and
licked at the folds within Kristen's untrimmed blond muff.

 "OOOH, David, yesssss!"  Kristen began moaning in her sleep, apparently
dreaming of her husband.

 >> Whenever you mean DAVID you will say DEBBIE. << I commanded her.

 "MMMM -huf- DEBBIE, OH GOD, OH YES!  DEBBIE, PLEASE MAKE ME COME." she
called out.
 "Mmmff, Mmmff, Mmmff..." Debbie said as she took me up her pussy while
burying her tongue in Kristen's.
 "MMM, DEBBIE, YEAH!  OH JESUS!" Kristen shrieked.

As I stared at Debbie's beautiful Chinese body, bedecked in perspiration and
that sexy teddy, I began to get that strange feeling again.  This time,
instead of concentrating on my body which was madly fucking the little asian,
I concentrated on the sensation.  It felt soooo good.

I sucked Kristen's salty clitoris between my lips as Mitch's cock pounded
savagely into my pussy.  I grabbed Kristen's hips and sucked and licked for
all I was worth as I felt my orgasm approaching.  A wave of heat washed over
me as Mitch's deliciously hard cock slammed into me over and over.  My
breasts swung wildly as I thrashed out in this sexual sandwich.  I came
moments after Kristen, my cunt squeezing tightly around Mitch's dick.

 "OH DEBBIE I'M GONNA COME, OH DEBBIE, DEBBIE, DEBBIEDEBBIEDEBBIE,
YESSSSSS!!! YESSSS! I'M COMING! YESSSSS!!! OH FUCK!!! FUCK YESS! OOOOH!  Oh!
  oohh... hhmmmm."

 "UNNH! UNNNH! MITCH! YEAH! UNH! OH GOD! MITCH I'M COMING! I'M COMINGGG!
 UUUUUUNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!"  I screamed out loud as I rested my chin on
Kristen's sweaty, stockinged thigh.

I mentally pulled away as I felt my cunt spasm around my thrusting dick, my
thighs slapping into Debbie's firm little cheeks while she came.  I hungrily
eyed Kristen's pussy, and pulled out of Deb and pushed her aside a bit
roughly.  She was exhausted anyway and curled up in a fetal ball on the
carpet as I stuffed my cock into Kristen's velvety passage.  She was
heavenly, her insides felt very slippery, soft and stretchy, but somehow
different from Deb's don't ask me how.

 >> You will say MITCH when you want to say DAVID. <<

 "oh mitch... yeah" Kristen whimpered, exhausted, "please come in me mitch,
please."

She didn't have long to wait, I was squeezing her perfectly round breasts and
watching my dick disappear into her blond little bush, it only took a few
strokes before I came in buckets, flooding Kristen's little pussy with sticky
come.

 "MMM! OH KRISTEN!  YEAAH!  UUUNNNH!  I'M COMING INSIDE YOU!!  AAAAARRRGH!"
 "Oh yes Mitch!  MMMmmm!  Feels so good!" she moaned in her sleep.

It seemed like hours I knelt there, my dick pulsing sperm up into Kristen's
cunt, but in actuality it was only a few moments.  Debbie had fallen asleep
so I wiped the excess come from Kristen's labia with a tissue, pulled her
skirt back down, reseated her breasts inside her sport bra and pulled her
jersey back down and tucked it into the waistline of her skirt.  I gave
Kristen's smiling lips a warm kiss, and got dressed, pocketing her panties.

 "Come on baby, time to go." I said to Debbie as I picked her up into my
arms.

She threw her arms around me as I carried her sleepy little body back to the
lab.  After locking the door, I set Debbie down on the fire blanket and threw
Kristen's white satin panties into a drawer in my desk.  After issuing the
necessary commands to bring the building back to life I stripped and lay with
Debbie, holding her close.  As we drifted of to sleep together, I wondered at
my new ability to inhabit other minds, I wondered what Kristen would think
when she realized she wasn't wearing any panties, I wondered what other
things I would be able to do as time went on, I wondered what Julia Lang was
doing now...

     ** End of Part 5 **
[END]

Brian C. Ladd, Curator, Mindnumbing Archive
MNA is *not* affiliated with the University of North Carolina; it is a
personal project which the University will neither acknowledge nor condone.

