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CALL ME BOB [ part 14 ] “Right Mr. Wilson, if you’ll just lie down here, and please don’t move. I’m going to be in that other room. Now if you feel claustrophobic press this button and someone will be with you.” The technician said. “Where’s Charlene?” I asked – I’d been nervous since I entered the hospital and had tried to keep Charlene as close to me as possible. “She’s in the control room, keeping an eye on you.” I was told and then he left, leaving me in the belly of the beast . . . Actually it was a scanner, the doctors decided that they needed a brain scan to ensure there was no permanent damage following my accident. I’d already had my cast removed and now just had a light bandage on my arm, with instructions to use it as much as possible – and now, when I’m able to exercise it I have to keep still. “Are you ready Mr. Wilson?” The technician asked through the intercom and then the machine started up, a low buzzing noise and then it started to rotate, and all I could do was to remain still while this thing produced slice after slice of my head and brain. After the scanner had finished its fiendish task – why was I so negative about this? – I was released to the doctor’s office for Charlene’s examination. When we entered the room I noticed in the corner was a young – well 20 year-old man – wearing jeans and a faded t-shirt, but he had several gold rings on his fingers. He had a leer on his face. I was going to comment on him, you know a ‘who’s that?’ But then felt a command press on my mind. ‘Sit down and ignore me and everything that goes on in this office!’ I allowed myself to follow these instructions, but my mind started thinking, here was another person like myself, ‘a controller’ – but from the way he was looking at Charlene he wasn’t like me . . . or rather her was worse than me! ‘Come on doc, let’s see the bitch!’ The man said, the doctor frowned for a moment and then his face brightened. “Now Charlene if you will undress and then get up onto this table.” He directed Charlene. Charlene looked at me and then back to the doctor, she didn’t see the man! She smiled up at the doctor and stared to undo the buttons on her dress. “Shouldn’t she have a gown?” I asked the doctor ‘Shouldn’t you be quiet Pops?’ the man glanced at me and seemed to concentrate on my mind . . . so I let myself split, one part walking behind the man while the other was giving an impression of a tired, bored teacher. ‘Now sit back and watch as a real man gets to work!’ The doctor, in the meantime, had raised Charlene’s legs and spread them out using stirrups, while examining her pussy closely. “Yes she’s virgo intacta” he declared. ‘What? You mean you ain’t prodded her yet? What type of tired old fart are you? Spread her lips doc, I’m going in!’ the man smiled and started to undo the fly on his jeans. ‘Now little cunt, see me!’ He commanded Charlene while the doctor moved behind her and brought his hands forward to hold onto Charlene’s loins. “No! Don’t hold me like this! Who that man? What’s he doing? Uncle Bob, Uncle Bob, help me! Uncle Bob he’s taking off his trousers! Now he’s showing me his pee-pee!” Charlene had received a calming message from me which was why she was now using childish words. ‘That’s right bitch! And this man’s cock is going to rip you wide open, and then when I’ve finished with you? The doctor and that poor idiot are going to have their turn with you . . . you’ll enjoy that won’t you doc? You see cunt our friend here is now a secret paedophile. If I hadn’t come along he’d never have become like this! How old was the first one? Nine? Ten?’ the man asked the now sweating doctor – I could see he was trying to fight the control that was being exerted on him. “S . . . she was . . . 10, but I didn’t want to. . .” The doctor began. ‘Shut it doc! You’ll live with it, she does!’ I decided that I didn’t like him and so I decided to work on him. First of all I made him wilt just when he wanted to enter Charlene. ‘What the fuck!’ The man – Jason I found his name was – said as his flaccid cock rubbed against Charlene’s tight slit. ‘Language! And in front of a child as well!’ I spoke into his mind, feeling the tendrils of his control reaching to the doctor and my body. I noticed there were others leading away from him. People he had controlled and was still controlling. ‘My, you have been busy haven’t you Jason?’ I could feel him try to fight back, but with the training I’d just received I was able to divert his attack, although the doctor collapsed on the floor. I felt a large pulse of energy was starting to move along a pathway but I pictured a pair of large shears and cut the link! ‘What the fuck are you man?’ Jason asked as his energy was forced back into his mind. ‘Just an interested party . . . You! Wilson! Get up and take that girl out of here!’ I passed the order to ‘myself’ watching as ‘I’ grabbed a gown and, after releasing her from the stirrups, helped Charlene to her feet, put the gown on and then ‘we’ both ran out of the room calling for help. ‘Hey man why didya let them go?’ Jason asked me, ‘we could have had fun with them both!’ ‘Sorry Jason, but that’s not on my agenda. I have something else planned for you!’ I said putting a sense of menace in my words. ‘What do you mean?’ Jason was starting to sound worried, ‘I mean . . . you don’t know who you’re dealing with! It’s not just me man, I’m just a small fish . . . a small fish, there are others you know! . . . Others who will . . .’ Jason’s speech was interrupted by security guards who came into the room. I could sense him start to work on them, noticed how he concentrated and then I remembered the constraints that Marjorie had been given, I understood them and applied them. ‘I can’t touch them! What have you done to me? Help me somebody help me!’ his voice faded as I worked on him, taking his controlled people and adding them to my burden. Somehow I found enough space in ‘my mind’ to hold onto these threads, I then placed a fiction within the mind of Jason as I locked his powers away from him. I followed the nearest thread to the doctor’s mind, where I found two personalities, one created by Jason. The other one held behind a ‘glass’ door – a door which had started to crack, so I gave it a kick, shattering it and allowing the real doctor to surge out, overwhelming the persona that Jason had carefully created. ‘Oh god what have I done?’ The doctors’ mind spoke out in his anguish. ‘You didn’t do anything; it was the construct of Jason that did those things.’ I reassured him. ‘But I did. I didn’t stop myself. . .’ He tried to protest. ‘How could you? He’d tied your mind up so tight that it couldn’t resist his orders. You were not in control and felt guilty and it was that guilt that he used to keep you under his control – Now get back onto track. He broke in and attacked you, tied up that guy Wilson and went to assault the girl; somehow you recovered enough to free Wilson and distract Jason while Wilson got her out of the room. Got it?’ I sketched out a workable scenario. ‘But what if he says anything?’ The doctor protested ‘He won’t be able to, I’ve stopped him. Even if he tried to say a word he’d feel the pain that he exerted on others. Just get him arrested and then return to your normal life.’ I told him putting warmth into my words. ‘Very well, but what about his other victims? What’s going to happen to them?’ He asked me. ‘Leave them to me, but if I need some medical work done? Can I depend on you?’ I asked him. ‘Of course! But how will you. . . Oh! Yes I did forget didn’t I, but what do I call you?’ The doctor asked me. ‘Just call me Bob, now pay attention because security’s here!’ Our conversation had taken less than a second, the guards had just reached Jason who was looking around confused. “Doctor Blaine, is something wrong?” One of the guards said. “Yes, this man broke into my office and attacked me, I’m not sure what he would have done to that poor girl if I hadn’t managed to stop him.” Doctor Blaine said. “You stupid fucker, she was prime cherry! I would have . . . should have . . .” Jason said but was held by the other guards. “What should we do with him Doctor Blaine?” I put a suggestion into his mind. “Let the police deal with him, I’ll sign a complaint against him.” The doctor said and the guards took Jason away, a thread led from him to me, but it was so fine that it was thinner than a spider’s thread. When the room was empty the doctor looked around, “So what should I do now?” he said into the empty air, and so I answered him. ‘Carry on as normal, I think you need to re-examine that Wilson girl, make sure she’s alright after all this’ I suggested. He nodded and flicked a switch on the intercom, “Penny can you send Miss Joylett and Mr. Wilson back in please.” It was strange to see myself walk in with Charlene. Dr. Blaine asked them to sit down, as ‘I’ did so I merged with ‘him’. “I . . . I have to apologise for the events earlier.” Dr. Blaine began, “How that . . . person was able to . . .” I interrupted him. “I don’t understand doctor, how you were able to stop him as you did! I don’t know how you managed it, but we’re glad you did.” I said. “Who was that girl you spoke about?” Charlene asked. “I don’t think . . . I mean it wouldn’t be . . .” Doctor Blaine was getting flustered. “Charly I think the doctor needs some time with that, now why don’t we carry on with the examination.” I suggested much to Doctor Blaine’s relief. Charlene looked at me and narrowed her eyes slightly; I gave a slight shake of my head. “Okay Uncle Bob.” She replied. “Bob? She called you Bob!” Doctor Blaine looked sharply at me – I knew I should use another name. “Well it’s simpler for the children rather than calling me Robert every time, I suppose they could call be Rob. But I always liked the phrase Bob’s your Uncle, and I like the way Charlene here calls me Uncle Bob.” And then I told him about the shopping trip we spent, and how Charlene nearly got us both arrested by the police. It made the doctor laugh and seemed to reassure him that the name was just a coincidence. He started to re-examine Charlene, but this time he kept away from her genital area, “I don’t want to cause you any distress with this examination.” He explained. Charlene didn’t even take a second, “That’s alright Doctor Blaine, I trust you.” She said simply and then removed her gown to stand naked in front of the doctor. “It’s not really necessary to . . .” He began to say but I interrupted him. “Doctor she’s letting you know how much she trusts you, now can you continue with the examination?” I said to him. Shaking his head at our words Doctor Blaine decided to carry on with the examination, his attitude now of a professional man at work, although he did apologise when he touched Charlene’s chest with his cold stethoscope, he then weighed and measured her, something that gave him a troubled expression. He finished off by taking a blood sample, which ended up in several plastic bottles in a bad for testing. I helped Charlene to dress and then we sat down while Doctor Blaine checked his results. Then he looked up. “Well Mr. Wilson, Charlene – you’re obviously recovering with the help of Mr. Wilson here, but I am concerned about your body weight, you are seriously undernourished and you need building up. There are nutritional additives that you require for which I’ll give you a prescription, I’ll also include some lotion to be used on your body, I believe you’re already used to using that?” He asked me I nodded, “Good, I think to be sure I’ll need to see you every two weeks?” we both nodded our agreement. He started writing something out on a pad when Charlene spoke, “Uh, Doctor Blaine can I speak to you,” She glanced at me a pained look in her eyes, “in private please?” She added. I was slow to take the hint as I just looked back at her blankly, why couldn’t she talk to him with me in the room? “Please Uncle Bob, It’ll only take a moment.” I looked at Doctor Blaine who raised his eyebrows, he wasn’t sure what Charlene wanted either. I reluctantly got out of my seat and went outside the office, if I wanted to I could have eavesdropped but decided that if Charlene couldn’t trust me was I the type of person to look after her. After a few minutes a nurse was called to enter the office, she quickly left – but not before looking at me and smiling. I remained in the dark until the door opened and Charlene appeared with Doctor Blaine, she was rubbing her arm in an abstracted manner, a small smile was also on her lips. “Thank you Doctor Blaine.” She said sweetly. “That’s alright Charlene, don’t forget to allow a couple of hours before you do anything.” He said and then called the next patient. “What was that all about?” I asked her. “Can I tell you later Uncle Bob? I want to get back to school. I can’t wait to see what happened to Mrs. Johnson.” She said with a smile. “Why? What did you all have planned for her?” I asked but Charlene didn’t answer. I looked at the time, it was half-past one and I knew I was hungry so we stopped at a fast food place and waited for the food to arrive (I don’t know why but in England it take at least 5 minutes for the food to be served and that’s supposed to be fast?) We went to a clear table and started eating the food – Charlene’s seemed to just vanish and I was tempted to get her another meal but she didn’t let me, “Please Uncle Bob hurry up!” She said. I was, frankly, surprised but decided to go along with her – if I was a more suspicious person I would have gone for a walk in her mind, but somehow I just couldn’t! – and so we arrived at the school with just over an hour left of the school day. ---- When we arrived outside my classroom I was glad to see the curtains were drawn and very little sound coming from the room itself. I went to open the door, which was locked, and so I fumbled in my pockets for my key, but Charlene went to the door and gave a strange number of knocks – almost a secret code. There was a moment of silence and then somebody knocked on my door – from inside! I looked at Charlene who smiled back at me and then repeated the knock, I heard a key being turned in the door which was then opened. April was peering around the door, she smiled when she saw who it was and opened the door to allow us entry. “Well I’m glad to see you have a sense of . . . What are you doing to poor Mrs. Johnson?” I asked the class. There in the middle of the room with her clothing removed and tied up was . . . Jackie!
Sorry about the lack of . . . well everything I suppose, but this was to allow me to start another set of spin off stories Jason’s victims. To appear soon. |