Bunker Pt. 2

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§ F. Suspicious Sam

Back at work, Sam was one of George's snitches and my hated rival. I can't remember when Sam started hating me, or even why we continued to dislike each other after working together for several years, but we did. It was mostly petty stuff, I'd avoid him and he'd snitch on me. Our boss, George knew about it and, as long as it didn't interfere with work, left us alone. Now Sam knew that I was being punished with the scout detail to the lab level. But I guess her got a suspicion that I wasn't bringing up a lot of inventory reports from the level I was supposed to be surveying. Sam confronted me one night at quitting time, accusing me of being lazy and sleeping on the job. I laughed at him, telling him that he should worry about himself rather than about my work habits. Looking over to the admin building, I saw George standing in the window, watching the whole scene. I nodded toward him but he turned away from the window without acknowledging either Sam's scene or my nod.

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George was looking at the inventory slips Jack had submitted for that week. Since most of the items were electrical equipment, George was happy because that indicated a lot of wiring, which in turn indicated profit. He initialed the slips and put them in a routing envelope. He shrugged on his coat and left his office. On his way out, George walked through the distribution room. Facing a wall of pigeon hole boxes, he ran his eyes across the tags which noted which offices each box belonged to. He dropped the envelope containing Jack's inventory slips into the only distribution box without a nametag. For a moment he wondered who emptied that box and read the inventory slips, but then he remembered Larry.

Larry had asked those same questions. At first it had been a joke between the supervisors, "I'm dropping off distro to the Black Hole." But then Larry had started poking around, hanging out near the distro room and watching who came to pick up the envelopes that had no routing names. Pretty soon Larry had an accident. He was OK, as long as you don't unplug his respirator. The doctors say he's got the brain of a lizard. George concluded that it was easier to do what your told and not ask silly questions.

The distro boxes were emptied as usual. The courier loaded everything into his car and made his rounds of the offices and buildings on his route. The envelopes from the box with no name were taken to a big mailroom in a complex of buildings in a nearby city. A mail room worker placed them in a plastic tub and sent the tub along a conveyor belt. The tub entered a long tunnel between two buildings but, when it left, it was empty.

Deep beneath the office buildings, inside a window-less office brightly lit with fluorescent lights, a man behind a desk opened the envelopes and read through them, making notes on a computer while doing so. He finished the stack, leaned back, and stretched. Picking up his coffee cup, he headed for the break room. On the way back from the coffee machine, he stopped into one of the many anonymous cubicles in the blank, sterile area. Knocking lightly on the cubicle's entry, he looked in at the young lady who sat there.

"I think you'd better take a look at what they've found in Bunker area Seven Kilo Three Twenty Two. It might be one of the hot spots the boss was looking for."

She thanked him with a word and started tapping commands into her computer. She scaned the information that was displayed and then picked up her phone.

"Take a look at Seven Kilo322. Possible green light."

Without waiting for a response, she hung up the phone and resumed working at her computer.

§ G. A Busy Week

I spent the next week smuggling lab reports, notes, and schematics out of the lab and into my garage. I didn't have time to read through everything so I skimmed everything looking for more clues about the MC Device. Trying to identify the focal point of each investigation was impossible. I was amazed at the breadth of the lab's researches and the sheer number of projects that had run concurrently. Every conceivable area was included: mind control, time travel, fantastic weapons of destruction, and various occult topics. The reasons for these inquiries were unclear but the fact that there had been results was undeniable. I was able to smuggle several schematics out of the lab in addition to the prototype MC Device I had retrieved earlier. Soon, my small apartment was crowded with piles of bound reports and notebooks and tubes of diagrams and blueprints. The lab reports often held false trails, some seemed deliberate, that caused me to study the reports into the wee hours of the morning.

One Saturday morning I lay dazed on my cheap, ratty couch. My brain was fried from the stress of weeding through the voluminous library in the lab, getting the material out of the bunker, and trying to make sense of the techno-occult lab reports. I was roused by a light knock on the door. Struggling off the couch, I stumbled through the mess to the door. Opening the door I saw Lucy standing on the doorstep, nervously shifting from one foot to the other.

I invited her in, wondering what would cause her to come up this early in the morning. She had never visited me, either before or after our incredible afternoon. I had been too busy to choreograph another session so we had confined our social interaction to greetings in the parking lot. Playing the host, I made myself busy offering her a place to sit and a drink. At the same time I tried to chase the image of her begging Kaitlyn to make her come from my mind. I was shocked when she mentioned, in a small voice, her last visit to my apartment.

Until that moment, I had not realized that she could remember what had happened while she was under my control. It had never dawned on me that I had left my "victims'" memories intact, recording the details of their actions.

Other details crystallized. I had briefly wondered if Francine had been avoiding me at work but I had been too busy to pay attention. Kaitlyn had left noisily earlier that week. Was this backlash from the lowered inhibitions? When Lucy spoke frankly about her embarrassment, I realized that I was holding my breath. Seeing her, so vulnerable and open, I felt close to her. I admitted to having been consumed by work the last week but apologized for not calling or taking the time to talk with her. I confessed that our passionate encounter had been spur of the moment but that I hadn't meant to hurt her. All of this was true, I told myself. I had only omitted what had instigated the encounter, my MC Device.

Not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable in my messy apartment, we went on a picnic. Lying on the warm grass, she spoke openly to me while I told half-truths to hide what I knew. I felt like an A-1 heel. I had sifted through this woman's most intimate memories and desires, all so that I could manipulate her into my bed. I had touched her soul for selfish, base reasons and now I winced with regret.

The afternoon progressed in sensitive conversation with Lucy. Her visit ended with another amazing sexual encounter, this one without the need of "the necklace." She kissed me farewell and went back to her apartment, every twitch of her hips promising more delights in what they had now established as a purely physical, but friendly and honest relationship.

§ H. Tidying Up the Details

Realizing now that The Device's victims could still remember what they had done under its influence, I made an effort to make amends with Francine. She, like Lucy, was deeply embarrassed by her actions but was equally ready to try again and reach the heights of pleasure she had experienced the first time. Once again I felt hypocritical making platitudes and half-truths while Francine confessed intimate details about her love life with past boyfriends and her husband. Freed of the guilt she had internalized, she stood and moved around her large, imposing desk. No male could have ever mistaken her intent. We adjourned to a locked conference room. Things progressed rapidly from that point, making lunch pass more swiftly than I would have wished.

I spent the afternoon in Brantwell's office in the bunker writing reports and arranging the lab to make things look like nothing had been removed. Volumes of reports Brantwell had derided in his diaries as false leads were catalogued and readied for shipment to the surface. As I left work that evening, I dropped my reports into George's box.

George stepped out of his office and asked me to come in and sit down. George complimented me on all the good work I'd done recently. I was immediately on guard. George only took the time to compliment people when he had something unpleasant to say to them.

George hid his thoughts behind a coffee mug for a second and then told me that I would receive another assignment tomorrow. Acting nonchalant, I said that one job was like the next, but that there was still more to do in the level I was working on. He seemed relieved that I was taking the news so well, but said that I was going to survey another area of the same sector. I agreed in a noncommittal way, still waiting for the bad news to hit. George made some small talk about sports but the interview was clearly over. I waited a polite amount of time and then excused myself.

That's when George dropped the other shoe, "Oh by the way, on Monday make sure you drop by the staging area to get your partners. They start at 8."

All the way home I stewed over this new development. I knew I was being set up, but which one partner would be the spy? Or would they both be spies? The thought that they were just two new workers never entered my mind. There had been something in the reports, even my carefully sanitized ones that had sparked someone's interest. And now I was being saddled with a keeper. My stomach soured as paranoia flooded my mind.

I pulled into my apartment's driveway. Lucy and her friend Andrea stood in the driveway chatting. I greeted them distractedly, walking to the stairs on autopilot. I almost didn't hear Lucy invite me over for dinner. Remembering my manners I quickly accepted, asking for just enough time to shower and change.

Twenty minutes later I was at Lucy's door, cleaned and changed. Lucy explained that she had invited Andrea over for dinner and a movie but that there was plenty of food for a third person. She hugged me, commenting that I looked like I could use a decent meal. Since I was wearing the necklace, more out of habit than any plan to use it, I saw through her ruse immediately.

Her plan was to stage a threesome with Andrea and me; something I was quite eager to take part in. Even though I had taken part in her tryst with Kaitlyn, I was surprised that Lucy's greatest desire was to explore her lesbian fantasies with her friend while I watched. Throughout dinner I explored their minds, setting controls and prompting impulses. I should have felt guilty but I didn't, rationalizing that I was just helping Lucy get what she wanted.

After the dinner dishes were done, I waited for events to take their course. I didn't have to wait long. As the girls settled on the couch to watch the movies, I literally watched Lucy's mind work. Her imagination raced to develop a way to start her fantasy. I decided to help out with my necklace. First, I planted suggestions and impulses into Andrea's mind enflaming her desire to have sex with Lucy. The next part was trickier; I had to "motivate" both women into letting me watch.

Working slowly, as their concentration was on the movie, I fanned their passions and lowered their inhibitions. When the movie ended, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. Waiting an appropriate amount of time I tip-toed back quietly, stopping in the doorway to see the girls sitting on the couch facing each other.

As I spied on them, Lucy reached forward and lightly touched Andrea's breast. I could see my implanted suggestions at work as Andrea responded by leaning forward and kissing Lucy full on her lovely mouth. The intensity of the kiss seemed to break the ice. Their hands roamed over each other. Andrea took the lead, undressing Lucy and pressing her back against the arm of the couch. As the girls warmed to the occasion, I entered the living room and sat on the chair opposite the couch. My presence energized them. Andrea started to perform for me, positioning herself and Lucy so that I could see exactly what they were doing. Using the filthiest, most graphic terms Andrea described the texture and taste of Lucy's vagina. Lucy soon succumbed to the attention Andrea was lavishing on her clitoris and orgasmed loudly. Still hot with desire, Lucy quickly traded places with Andrea and returned the favor, licking and kissing her way from Andrea's lips to her very wet pussy.

I had seen Lucy eat pussy before but sitting in the same room with her acting like she was a cheap porn star was incredible. I unbuttoned my pants and freed my swollen cock from its confines. I lightly stroked my cock, surprising myself when I came. Lucy worked more slowly than Andrea had, working both her tongue and fingers in and out of Andrea's cunt. Andrea came more quietly than had Lucy, grinding her hips against Lucy's fingers.

As Andrea relaxed after her orgasm, she looked at me with a hungry stare. Lucy looked back over her shoulder from her place between Andrea's legs, "Your turn big boy."

They quickly stripped my clothes off before turning their attention to my cock. I lay back enjoying the double blowjob. The girls got me hard and slick with their mouths before Andrea threw her leg over my hips and mounted me, Lucy helped by guiding my turgid cock into her wet hole. We fucked furiously for a few moments, all that was necessary for me to cum inside her. Lucy, wanting her turn, positioned herself so that she straddled my face and sucked my cock while Andrea licked my balls. They got me hard again with their expert nibbling and sucking. Andrea got up onto the back of the couch and spread her legs wide, inviting Lucy to eat her again. Lucy crawled between her friend's legs on all fours and began to lick Andrea's pussy. Seeing Lucy's ass wiggling an invitation, I obliged by entering her from behind. A long slow fuck ensued, ending in all three of us coming for a third and last time.

§ I. The Day After

After cuddling for a while, Andrea, Lucy, and I unstuck our bodies from each other. The girls went to Lucy's room and I snuck back upstairs to my apartment. My head throbbed, like a massive hangover after a night of drinking cheap tequila. Pitching forward into bed, I fell unconscious.

Dreams came to me; slowly coming into focus like the light of the sun becomes clearer to a diver ascending from the depths. In my dreams, I was climbing stone stairs. Drums boomed out the cadence as I marched out of a torch lit staircase. The crowd roared in anticipation as I stepped onto a broad, paved courtyard. My guards forced a corridor through the cheering throngs of people.

Details became clearer. The people were short and wiry, dark skinned with straight black hair. I continued across the open space toward a giant, stepped pyramid. Marching stiffly up the stairs the smell of incense grew stronger, almost overpowering me as I reached the top. There, standing behind a tremendous black altar, stood a man who was undeniably a high priest of some sanguine religion. The tall, feathered mask that hid his features was his only raiment. Streaks of drying blood ran down his thin chest and drew streaks along his skinny thighs. I hesitated at the sight of the long black dagger in the priest's hand but was shoved toward the altar from behind. Unable to fight back, I was dragged on to the altar, strong hands pinning my wrists and ankles to the smooth, warm surface.

I woke, a damp towel on my head. Struggling to sit up, I saw Andrea came into the room.

"Are you OK? You don't look so good." There was a note of concern in her voice.

She gave me something cool to drink and sat on the edge of the bed beside me. She explained, somewhat embarrassed, how she had come upstairs after lunch hoping for a little "reprise" of the previous evening's fun. She had found my door open and me passed out on the bed. When she found she couldn't wake me, she stayed and played nurse. It was now Saturday evening, I had slept a whole day. We had a quiet evening together, Andrea ordering pizza while I nursed the fading echoes of his monster headache.

On Sunday, my head felt more normal. I sat down with a pot of coffee and the stack of Brantwell's private diaries. There had to be some connection between "the necklace" and my vision. Much more intense than a nightmare, I could still remember the smell of the blood and incense as I stood in the breeze atop the pyramid. I still didn't have any idea how my dream fit into the situation, but there was bound to be a clue somewhere in the diaries.

The closest I came to an answer was a circuit diagram of a later generation MC Device with a "signal amplifier" in addition to the other circuitry. Apparently the brain couldn't put out enough power on its own to broadcast control signals to one person for a long time or more than one for shorter periods, I reasoned. To give the controller this expanded capability, the researchers had developed a feedback circuit to amplify the controller's brain power. In other words, the controller used power derived from the returning brain waves of his subjects. This way he had to supply less energy and could, therefore, broadcast for longer periods of time or to more subjects. Since it was late, I put the diaries away and decided to spend the next week modifying my "necklace" before trying it out.

§ J. New Partners mean Paranoia

Monday morning I went to meet my new partners. My stomach fluttered as I walked into the break room, the fear that one or both were company spies gnawed away at my insides. Our assignment was to explore the area adjacent to the lab that had been used as personal living space for researchers and staff. I remembered some of the more mysterious working accidents in the complex. People that had asked questions or somehow made waves had often fallen victim to strange and debilitating accidents.

The rumor around the coffee pot had been that the company was looking for something in the bunker. The salvage operation was merely a front for some dark, unspoken mission. Why else would teams be sent after file rooms and labs rather than the big transformers and wire closets where the valuable copper and gold wire could be found? I had always been disliked by Sam and George, so usually they let me work alone. No witnesses and dangerous settings meant lots of deniability if the company wanted to get rid of a troublesome employee. Since I wanted to be alone anyway, it seemed the perfect arrangement. Now that I had found another lab I was assigned partners, completely out of character for George. Normally he would have just sent me to another area - still a solo. To keep me on the same level, investigating what was obviously living quarters with two "newbies," was definitely suspicious.

I stuck my head into the staging area and waved at the supervisor.

He looked at his list, "Clarke and Forrest."

Two heads perked up in the crowd. The supervisor nodded toward me, indicating where they should go. I introduced myself as we walked down the hall. The guy's name was Bert Clarke. He was a well-built six-footer who didn't look much past high school age. The girl was Ernestine Forrest, a petite brunette who looked like she didn't weigh 100 lb. soaking wet. They made some jokes about Bert and Ernie. It was so cute I wanted to gag. I helped them draw their equipment and board the bus. Entering the bunker, we spent the day working through a dorm area, opening closets and looking into empty drawers. In contrast to the lab that I had just finished, this place looked like it had been abandoned in an orderly fashion.

During breaks, I got Bert and Ernie to talk more about themselves. I found out that both were locals, about my own age, with stories similar to my own. Without enough money to leave or prospects if they stayed in town, they had taken jobs with the company to build a stake before leaving town.

Bert had been working in on a salvage crew in one of the other bunkers in the complex. He said that it had been a warehouse. His crew was one of many that had spent the days opening and cataloging the contents of the crates that were stacked from floor to ceiling. Some crates were taken away in trucks, other just moved to the other side of the warehouse.

Ernie had been a forklift operator, a coveted job, before getting into a disagreement with her supervisor. She wouldn't talk much about it. I suspected her immediately. Moving from driving a forklift to spelunking in a steel cave was quite a move down the company's pecking order. She was either a spy or had pissed somebody off.

That night, I packed Brantwell's papers into boxes and took them to Andrea's apartment, hiding them in a crawl space above her garage. I worried that someone might break into my apartment, looking for some of the things I had stolen from the bunker. Security was definitely tighter at work, the guards more vigilant than before. I wrapped my first necklace in a plastic bag and hid it in the toilet reservoir. The second I hid in the bottom of my mailbox. It was the old-fashioned key-lock kind and the postman used the big mailbox on the street anyway. Once everything was safely hidden I plotted my next move.

After work, I tinkered with the necklace, adding the feedback circuit mentioned in Brantwell's papers. I finished late Saturday afternoon and tried the necklace on. Immediately, I could feel the increased power of this new design. Without trying, I could "feel" people's minds. I eavesdropped on Lucy as she made dinner and Annette as she got ready to go out to a club. I changed and got ready to go down to Lucy's. Perhaps I could get a decent meal and some "stress reduction."

To my surprise, my doorbell rang. Looking out the window I saw a young, cute brunette. I hadn't finished opening the door when she produced a pamphlet and a laminated card, quickly introducing herself.

"I'm Stephanie and I represent Students International, an organization… "

She had her sales pitch memorized and there was no getting a word in edgewise. Letting her talk, I swiftly inserted my controls into her mind. Instead of manipulating the avatars in her mind, as I had done with Francine and Lucy, I restricted my tinkering to her base instincts. Never leaving the basement of her mind, I separated her conscious thoughts from her sub-conscious impulses. I found her sexual desires and primitively aroused them. I smiled smugly as she stumbled in her well rehearsed speech. Sweat appeared on her upper lip and her nipples pointed through her blouse. The influences I sent her were crude, appealing to instincts as old as mankind. This approach lacked all of the subtlety of my previous experiments but was proving to be much quicker.

"Why don't you come inside?" Asked the spider to the fly, I finished mentally.

Once she was inside, I blocked her inhibitions while freeing her subconscious desires. Courteously, I invited her to sit but she stood, momentarily confused by her feelings. Taking her by the hand I pulled her down to the couch. Sitting beside her, I ran my fingertips lightly up her thigh.

"This is better, isn't it?"

She answered by leaning back and spreading her legs, an unspoken invitation to reach higher inside her thighs. Simple and straight to the point, this method also produced immediate results. I pushed her basic erogenous urges, making her pant and squirm like a bitch in heat. Leaving one hand glued to her crotch, I unbuttoned her blouse and helped myself to her pert tits. Her breath came in ragged gasps, punctuated by animal groans.

Excited by her reaction, I pushed her miniskirt up to her hips and pulled her white cotton panties to one side. She invited me to taste her, guiding me to the target with a hand firmly on the back of my neck. Leaning forward I accepted, licking her rapidly moistening cunt. Once we'd made physical contact, events progressed rapidly. I ate her, she sucked me, then I fucked her pussy. We climbed over the couch as if it were a jungle gym, shifting positions to allow me to stick my cock in her from different angles. She'd come once or twice, but these made her try harder to reach the pinnacle of release.

I had her bent over the arm of the couch, fucking her savagely. Taking advantage of a pause in the action, she reached back and cupped my balls. I thought she was ready for another position change. The surprise came when she asked me not to come inside her.

"Fuck my ass," she said spreading her ass cheeks and offering me her bottom.

Pressing the head of my cock against her tight brown bud, I slowly worked my thick cock into her tight sphincter. I let her set the pace, giving her plenty of time to relax her muscles to let me enter her. We fucked slowly, until I felt myself ready to come. Pulling out of her, I stood and jacked off, shooting my load onto her face and breasts. A classic skin movie cum-shot.

She smiled shyly as she gathered her clothes and pamphlets, my cum still dribbling off her chin. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time." A quick kiss and she was gone.

Satisfied with my modification, I wrapped the necklace in a plastic bag, taped the entire thing until I was sure it was waterproof, and then hid it behind the sewer flush out. My apartment being on the top floor, I knew it wouldn't be washed down the pipe and it was the last place a burglar would think to look. I went to sleep confidant that I now had the tool that would enable me to leave my lousy job and this boring town forever.

§ K. The next day

I finished out the week still leery of Bert and Ernie. But now that my necklace was working, I felt confidant that my time in the bunker was coming to an end. Half in celebration and half in curiosity, I decided to take a trip to the big city and experiment with the necklace some more. I checked into a business motel and went out to get something to eat and find some playmates.

At a small grill in the club-section of town, I found two secretaries eating dinner. While they ate I scanned their minds. Waiting for my chance, I struck up a conversation. It was so strange, having a conversation with someone and all ready knowing their answers. We went back to my hotel for drinks.

I decided on the slow subtle method. Based on my experiment with Stephanie the door to door sales girl, I found that I felt more satisfied and less tired after manipulating avatars and controls than I did when I explicitly torqued a girl's sensations. I started by investigating their desires. Some sage once said, "Give'em what they want." I used it like my mantra.

I worked slowly, letting them relax, and finally got them back to my room. I had discovered that Ellen, the smaller blonde, had a lesbian fantasy. Her friend Mary had one as well but was more inclined to play a submissive role. I invited them to sit on the couch and settled myself on the edge of the bed ready to direct the action.

Rather than try to control their every move like a puppeteer, I decided to use some of the techniques Brantwell had written about. I set commands in their minds, alternating between Mary and Ellen to build their excitement and my control over them. At the same time I worked on dampening my own sexual responses. I didn't want to cum too soon or I wouldn't be able to participate in the three-way I had planned for after the girls get finished warming each other up.

Ellen started things off by sliding to her knees on the floor. Pulling aside Mary's panties, she stuck her tongue in Mary's slit. The physical stimulation on her sensitive clit reinforced my suggestions, encouraging her to be more aggressive with Ellen. Hot and ready, Mary didn't give Ellen much chance between her legs when the larger blonde pulled Ellen onto the couch.

Mary was much more decisive then her friend. She held her friend down and teased Ellen's nipple by lightly flicking them with her tongue. Ellen squirmed with pleasure, grasping Mary's head to try and spare her sensitive nipples but Mary used her size and strength to push her hands behind her head. After Mary was sure that Ellen was warmed up, she moved down her firm, tan stomach to lavish her attention on Ellen's wet snatch.

I wanted to push the pace of their show, so I amplified the sensations that emanated from Ellen's lust swollen pussy. Ellen cried out, arching her back to push herself tighter against Mary's agile tongue. Mary, sensing that her friend was close to a climax, augmented her tonguing by sliding her fingers in and out of Ellen.

Ellen's body tensed. Her eyes were screwed shut. She gulped breath in hoarse groans. The only movement of her lithe form was the violent trembling of her hips as she clamped down on Mary, trapping her friend against her snatch as her orgasm came in waves.

Once Ellen's fantasy was realized, she turned to me. Mary followed her gaze to my thick, rigid cock. Without any need for further prompting, they climbed off of the couch and came over to the bed where I sat. Pushing me back, Mary straddled my cock, Ellen guiding it easily into Mary's ready love canal. I continued to fight with my own urges, enjoying the pleasurable feelings of Mary sliding up and down my pole while blocking my body's urge to release my cum. By denying my own orgasm, I made myself last longer with these two nymphs.

Ellen made everything harder by running her tongue around my balls and ass hole while Mary had slid to the top of my cock. It wasn't long before Mary came and slumped against my chest. I was still hard, my cock starting to ache with the need for release.

Rolling her off my cock, I commanded Ellen to turn around. Taking her from behind, I abandoned all pretense of slow, teasing sex. I released the controls in my own mind, pounding my cock into Ellen's pussy with frantic desperation to find orgasm. My balls slapped against her pussy lips, stimulating her at the same time as I neared my climax. I felt my balls tighten and I drove my cock hilt deep into the short blonde, pinning her against my hips as my seed spurted into her hot, wet void. The fury of their lovemaking left us all spent. I checked their minds, making sure that everything was back where it should be before wishing them goodbye.

My mission a success, I spent the next day lounging around my hotel room reading Brantwell's diaries. I noticed that most of the diary entries during WWII dealt with the MC device. Once that had proven to be a success, albeit limited by pre-transistor technology, Brantwell and his Inner Circle moved on to the next challenge: Time Travel. In his diaries, Brantwell explained that the intense dreams experienced by MC Device controllers after straining themselves were actually "windows" to another time or dimension, he wasn't sure which. He wrote about trying to develop a means to control trips through these windows.

While he extolled his successes, his diary entries also become increasingly critical of the "clerks." Apparently the nameless suits he worked for wanted the Doctor to continue to develop the MC Device, which they wanted to use for Cold War purposes, and stop "wasting time" with Time Travel. In frustration, Brantwell made vague hints about the preparations that he was making to leave the clerks behind.

I got home around dinnertime on Sunday. Opening the door I found my apartment is a shambles. Someone had broken in and trashed the place. I ran to Lucy's place and called the police. The police detective, Sgt. Neil, had stayed long after the uniformed officers had taken their statements. He seemed very interested in my background, chatting for a while about my plans and ambitions.

A few hours later, after making statements and signing reports, I went back upstairs to start cleaning up. Lucy, thoughtful as ever, brought up some dinner and helped me straighten things up after the detective finally left. We had the place livable before too long and went to bed.

I camped out at Lucy's that next week, since the burglars had been thorough enough to slit and disembowel my mattress. The next weekend I ran into Bert while shopping for some cheap furniture to replace what had been smashed during the break-in. While Bert seemed suitably sympathetic, I couldn't help but wonder if my new partners had something to do with my recent burglary, the first in the many years of living in Mountain View.

Still bitter over the break-in, I decided to test Bert and Ernie. They had seemed friendly enough but I couldn't help shake the suspicion that they were company agents. The coincidence of our meeting right after I unearthed the MC Device was too pat. My only challenge would be to get them to a place where I could use my necklace.

I didn't want to try anything at work, just in case. Instead, I arranged a night out at the movies with them. Sitting in the dark theater, I probed their minds for ulterior motives. It was almost a disappointment when I found them to be innocent, normal twenty-somethings. I relaxed once I knew that I could trust my new partners.

Mulling over some of their fantasies, I reverted to my old horny self and set about choreographing a three-some with them. I didn't see much of the rest of the movie, spending my time setting controls and suggestions in their minds. There wasn't a lot of work to do, both Bert and Ernie were average, lusty young people and it wouldn't take a whole lot of encouragement to get them to hop in the sack.

The movie ended and we left for a few drinks. I ordered some beers and made chitchat while I waited for an opportunity to try out my latest experiment. Brantwell had written about using planted suggestions. These were controls that lay dormant in the subject's mind until an event or a phrase triggered the desired response. During the movie I had found that Ernie could be more easily motivated toward a threesome than Bert, so I planted some suggestions in her mind, leaving me free to concentrate on Bert.

We stood in the crowded bar while we drank our beers. As we came to the point when we would either order another round or leave, I mentioned that I usually watched a certain TV show at this time but couldn't since my TV had been stolen. The name of the show was Ernie's trigger phrase and I watched with great interest as the planted suggestion activated. She seemed to get a far-away look in her eyes for a moment, as if remembering something from a long time ago. Then she turned to put her beer bottle on the bar and brushed her hand against Bert's crotch in passing. From my vantage point inside Bert's mind, I almost laughed out loud as his mind raced to try and make sense of what had just happened. It was pure comedy watching Bert trying to decide whether Ernie's contact with his crotch had been an accident or a come-on.

Right on cue, Ernie invited us both to her place to watch TV. I eagerly accepted, anxious to see where this would go since I couldn't risk taking control of Bert in a public place. Bert agreed as well, although he was wondering how long I would stay so that he could get Ernie alone.

We arrived at Ernie's apartment and crashed on her living room furniture. It was a tiny student apartment, actually a few rooms of an old house. She gave us a quick tour and I noticed that the bathroom was unusually big for such a small apartment. Bert made a joke about her renting out the bathroom since it was bigger than his apartment. She said that the landlord had fixed up an old bedroom to make the bathroom, which was why it was as big as her bedroom.

We went back to the living room and settled down to watch TV. With the lights off, I was able to concentrate on them and get them ready for the next step in my plan. Bert and I sat on the couch, with Ernie on the floor in front of the table. By the time the first commercial came on, I had gotten Ernie set to show both Bert and I for the time of our lives. She stood and stretched like a cat, making sure that both Bert and I got a good look at her lithe form. She massaged her rear end through her jeans, claiming that her butt had fallen asleep on the floor.

I excused myself to get a beer, turning up Bert's interest a notch with a quick surge of power. Ernie went into her bedroom to "get into something more comfortable." Again, I almost choked trying not to laugh at the thoughts that ran through Bert's head. He was still too shy, however, for what I had planned so I started working on him some more. This was the first time I'd tried to arouse another man and I was having some problems finding the right places to put my controls. While most guys are horny ol' goats, Bert had a streak of modesty in him that, quite frankly, was getting in my way. Finally, I abandoned the idea of subtlety and clamped down on his conservative inhibitions.

By the time Ernie came back out of her room in a pair of sweatpants and a loose old T-shirt, I thought Bert's dick would rip a hole in his pants. Ernie joined me in the kitchen and asked if anyone wanted an ice cream sundae. She was pulling things out of the refrigerator when she spilled something on her shirt in a very clumsy "accident." Turning to face Bert, she smiled coyly and yanked her shirt over her head in a single, smooth motion. His jaw hit the ground as she stood brazenly displaying her pert breasts.

"I guess I need to wash up." She grabbed his hand and led him into the bathroom. I followed along, ready to get the show started.

There was plenty of room for all of us in the bathroom. Ernie leaned into the tub, turning on the water and giving both us guys a good look at her ass at the same time. Satisfied with the water temperature, she stood and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweat pants.

"I'll scrub your back if you'll scrub mine."

A quick yank and her pants hit the floor. I waited to see what Bert would do, hoping that my controls would stay in place. I stood with one hand on my belt, ready to drop my pants and join the fun, watching the internal struggle in Bert's mind. Years of Sunday school and clean living battled with raging animal desire in the corridors of his mind. Finally, only after he made a conscious decision to take this opportunity and live with his regrets later, did he start unbuttoning his shirt.

I shucked my clothes in a pile against the door and watched Ernie help Bert undress. She was on her knees in front of him, undoing his belt and pulling his jeans down to his ankles. His stiff member sprang out his briefs and poked her in the cheek. She giggled and started nibbling at the sensitive seam along the bottom of his cock. He spread his feet shoulder width apart and let his head fall backward; his eyes closed tightly in ecstasy.

Before things went much farther, Ernie stood and led Bert into the shower by his stiff schlong. I followed them, pulling the curtain around the tub. Ernie had resumed her oral attention to Bert's thick manhood and I placed my hand gently against her soft, sensitive mound. Feeling her press her hips against my hand, I spread he nether lips with my fingers, opening her for my own turgid cock. I placed its head against her wet hole, pressing softly but insistently for entrance to her private delights. I worked my way inside her slowly, relishing the tight grip her cunt had on my cock. I held her hips, holding her still so I could work myself inside her. Finally, I had sunk the length of my shaft inside her.

Relishing the feeling of my balls against her pussy lips, I quickly checked on Bert. He had completely given himself over to the passion of the moment. Once again, my controls had opened the door but native instinct had filled the gap and carried the matter to its conclusion. Releasing him and Ernie from my dominance, I stopped distracting myself with having to control them and let myself enjoy this new type of situation. The three of us traded positions in the tub, Bert and I taking turns in each of Ernie's receptive orifices. I left them tired and spent., my back sore from the awkward positions I'd assumed over the last hours.

We showed up to work the next day as usual. Bert was a bit uncomfortable at first but I set him at ease on the bus ride to the work site. After a little blushing, he and Ernie rode to the bunker holding each other's hands. I led the way down the stairs into the lab wondering at the aftermath of a session under the influence of the MC Device. As it turned out, Bert moved out of his parent's house and into Ernie's apartment a few weeks later, so I guess some good comes out of everything.

After work I continued to study Brantwell's diaries and lab reports. I was careful to keep most of his things in the hiding place above Andrea's garage, but I relaxed a little after I realized that the burglars hadn't taken anything of value. Brantwell's work had progressed on the Time Travel device after the war, becoming his main project by the early 1950's. He theorized that the same brainwave energy that allowed his MC Device to broadcast impulses into another person's mind could also open small passageways between "worlds." Since the actual power in the brain wave transmissions was low, he sought the circumstances that would make actual physical travel possible.

Dr. Brantwell had several groups investigate this problem at the same time. Some of the same people that had helped him make the MC Device a success were prominently named in these investigation. Throughout the 1950s and most of the 60s, Brantwell's researchers experimented with what they called Time Travel. After several years of hard, frustrating work, Sylvester Lavagre's group actually succeeded in sending a person through a rift to another world. Lavargre's technique involved using a special crystal.

The crystal's structure made it resonate when it was bombarded with brain energy waves. To travel between worlds, a crystal was placed on a person's chest. The traveler lay in the center of a circle of a group who concentrated on the crystal using the transmitters from MC Devices. The crystal would resonate energy in a spherical field and whatever was inside that sphere was sent through to the other world.

Or so they thought, since they couldn't bring anything back from the destination. After sending several people through to the other world, the group of travelers was able to send someone back. They described the new world as Camelot, a place of knights and castles. Brantwell was ecstatic.

The diaries of the 1960's dealt with the advances his researchers made with Time Travel. They succeeded in developing a means to navigate between worlds and built a machine that only needed one person to operate it. They built maps of the various worlds they found, sometimes using one as a staging point for farther destinations. Along the way, researchers died or were turned into brain-dead vegetables but Brantwell pressed on, resolved to perfect the Time Travel device. In 1969, just before Armstrong landed on the moon, Brantwell wrote that his Time Travel device was complete. It was the sphere, 6 feet in diameter, of platinum wire. At the center, mounted on a pedestal, was the drive console containing the crystal and the means to aim its cargo at a specific world.

The last entry in Dr. Brantwell's diary was November 1969. It was "And now to start again, someplace else, free to be myself." I read that and felt cheated. Cheated like the person that reads a good book, only to find that someone has removed the last chapter. I set the diary down. I knew I had to find Brantwell's Time Travel machine. There were prototypes mentioned in the diaries. One could take me away from Mountain View. Then I could start again, free.

I knew the machine wasn't in the lab. I hadn't found anything that big in any of the rooms. We worked down to the storage level of Bunker 7 hoping to do some poking around but Sam was put in charge of my team, so I was watched too closely to do anything. As I passively watched the company's salvage teams label and crate everything in the bunker, I wondered how long it would be before someone realized that Brantwell had fooled them and they came looking for him.

After work my active love life continued. I went through different phases, experimenting with sex and mind control at the same time: 2 girls and a guy, 2 guys and a girl, lots of girls. The only time I got scared was when I realized I was thinking of my partners as "subjects" rather than people.

This feeling was especially sharp one morning after having Francine, Andrea, and Lucy over for a romantic and tasteful dinner. A nice quiet evening that started out over hors d'oevres ended in a pile of clothes and naked limbs on the living room rug. The runaway power of the controls I had placed in their minds frightened me. Anguish gnawed at my conscience, but I was unwilling to give up everything that we had together and go back to being lonely. Over the next few weeks, I slowly removed the controls I had placed in their minds, satisfied that our special friendship would last.

One night, Lucy and Andrea brought me dinner and introduced me to Sue, Andrea's aunt. Although she was in her early forties, exercise had kept her small, tan frame as sinuous and firm as a twenty-year old. Her body was one wiry muscle.

Despite all of my earlier conscience pangs, I saw an opportunity for another sexual experiment that was too good to pass up. I went to the bathroom to prepare as the girls returned downstairs to get things ready. Removing the necklace from the sewer pipe and fastening the clasp behind my neck, I scanned the vicinity but found only familiar voices in my head.

Lucy and Andrea had brought Sue along because "she needed a man" and they felt I could amply satisfy her needs. Dinner led to a mini-orgy. I took special pride in satisfying all three women and orchestrating Sue's first bi-sexual experience. What pleased me most, however, was that I could orchestrate such a large group without straining myself or placing completely restrictive controls on anyone.

§ L. Getting ready to leave

Despairing of finding the Time Travel Machine, I made plans for a more mundane escape from Mountain View. My plan was to go to my cousin's hunting cabin for a few weeks and then make my way to the city, where I could start afresh. I started by collecting things I will need, buying things with the credit cards I intended on leaving behind.

One day I came home as usual, but there was something wrong. I searched my apartment, trying to find what ever it was that looked out of place. It took me a while to put my finger on it, but I finally noticed that some of my books had been disturbed. It shocked me to realize that the first break-in had been a deliberate warning, to scare me.

This burglary was all business. Someone was looking for something particular and they were being very careful. Thankful that I returned all of the diaries to their hiding place, I began to intensify my escape plans. I packaged the diaries and schematics in small, waterproof containers, ready to be moved. I made and reviewed lists of what I'd need to live in the woods for a few weeks. I also read more about Brantwell's Time Machine, teasing myself about making "a clean getaway." I'd even selected a world called Hole-in-the-Wall as my hideout. The Wild West had always appealed to me and, if I could only find the Time Machine, it was within my grasp.

I was getting caught up in my plans to leave. One night, everything stopped. While I had been at a gun show one Saturday morning, Lucy surprised a burglar in my apartment. I found her body in my living room, a small bullet wound behind her left ear.

I called 911 immediately. The police came and questioned everyone. I sat in a squad car, numb and blaming myself for involving her in a situation I couldn't control. After the police left, I sat in my living room. Her death had accelerated my plans, I was going to leave that night, before anyone else could get hurt. I knew that the burglaries were professional, high school kids don't use silenced 9mm's and that's what the sergeant told me was the probable weapon.

Not wanting to be next, I called Bert and asked for a favor. Bert's uncle ran the local army surplus store which had most of the items on my list. I quietly offered Bert a few hundred dollars in cash to let me have a "private shopping spree" in his uncle's store. Bert, a true friend, wanted to help but thought that I might be trying to run away from my grief over Lucy's death. He agreed to help and talked me into stopping by Andrea's on the way to the store.

When we got there, I found that Bert had assembled the whole gang to show their support. Andrea, Sue, and Ernie all tried to console me, offering tea and sympathy for my loss. I was touched and ashamed that I had once used mind control on these people. I told them the story of the lab, focusing on the time machine and barely mentioning the other devices. Looking at their faces I could tell they didn't really believe me, but I pushed on and told them my plans to hide in my cousin's cabin while I studied the diaries.

My theory was that Brantwell traveled from whatever world he was on to Mountain View, discovered that I had found his lab, and then tried to stop me. Once I could find the machine, I could find Brantwell and discover who killed Lucy. The rest was pure revenge. None of it would have stood up to close scrutiny. Brantwell would be over ninety by now. The others were now completely skeptical of my sanity. All except Ernie.

She said that, based on my description if the time machine, she might know where it was hidden. She had moved a lot of crates around the bunker complex warehouses as a forklift driver and she remembered some large cubes in the back of one level. The large packing crates had been too big and heavy to lift. At the time, she'd been told to let them be. I guess that the company was searching for the MC Device, something small. I still don't know whether my friends decided to look in the warehouse to humor me or because they believed me. I'm not sure it mattered.

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