TEDS-DOC Penal Facility #4, Somewhere in Arkansas
“OK, Heather, who’s next?” asked the man in the center of a 5-person panel situated at a large table in front of the auditorium. “Chief Keith” was engraved on the name placard sitting on the table directly in front of him.
At end of the table, a woman took a file folder from the top of a large pile, opened it up, and announced, “Geoffrey Sanderson. Caught in October 2006, after a year’s research he was convicted of, let’s see... Direct Psionically Induced Alienation of Affection times 32; Indirect Psionically Induced Alienation of Affection times 58; Permanent Conspicuous Personality Adjustment times 148—each of which is tagged with at least one Sexual Inhibition, Sexual Preference, and/or Sexual Drive rider; Conspicuous Static Body Alterations times 231; Conspicuous Triggered Dynamic Body Alterations times 7; innumerable counts of of Nervous System Response Adjustments with Adjustment Triggers Loss of Self Control riders; that looks like it, hang on....”
“Oh, is that all?” asked Seth, the man sitting next to Heather, his tone a mixture of sarcasm and boredom.
“Well, that was the summary from the yellow and purple sheets, but there’s a pink one here someone forgot to check,” the woman said, flipping through the pages.
Keith laughed. “Ah, so a telepath, a low-grade reality shifter, and a magician! Come on down, Mr. Sanderson. Heather, what’s on that pink sheet?”
“Ooooh, my favorite: Enhancements to Inanimate Objects. I bet you made more than one magical dildo, didn’t you, hon?” she said, winking at Geoffrey, who was still making his way to the auditorium’s stage. “I love those, always a surprise. Anyway, under ‘Number of Counts’ it says ‘Innumerable,’ and look at these riders: Adjustment to Physical Response... Adjustment to Sexuality... Adjustment to Behavior... Adjustment to Thoughts and Personality... and one rider for Adjustment to Body Shape, Conspicuous. And, pretty much the same list, except only 14 confirmed counts, where he also did this to actual people.”
By this time, Geoffrey Sanderson found himself standing in front of the panel. At the unspoken command of one of the five people in front of him, he sat down on the offered chair. As soon as he was able to speak, he asked, “So... do I get parole?”
Recidivism
by Bobwhite
Author’s note: In a world full of normal people (norms) and variously talented and powerful mind controllers (‘trollers), sooner or later, someone with too much power will cross the line. And, eventually, he or she will get caught and thrown in some kind of jail. As in regular society, the Telepathic & Esoteric Defense Syndicate’s Department of Corrections prides itself on its ability to rehabilitate dangerous criminals into productive members of society.
This is the story of Geoffrey Sanderson, one of those freshly rehabilitated, formerly dangerous criminals.
Chapter 1: Parole for a Hemidemisemigod
“Is that the best you could come up with to say, Mr. Sanderson? ‘Do I get parole?’” Keith asked.
“No! No, sorry. OK, look. Yes, all of those things are true, I did all of that stuff.”
“We know,” said Will, man at the opposite end of the table as Heather, who was rearranging Geoffrey’s folder and writing notes.
Geoffrey continued. “Right. OK, look, then you also know that by the middle of 2009, you’d dragged me all over southern California, and here, and there, and everywhere in between, and I fixed everything I could, under your direct supervision. So most of that list is... well it’s not moot, but I’ve done my best to make amends, you all saw to that. I also aced all the classes you made me take at the Puysegur Institute’s extension office here on the grounds. Ask the professor—she even trusted me enough to have me assist with a couple of the classes last month.”
“That’s true,” said Professor Smith, the the woman sitting between Keith and Will. “I’m recommending parole for Mr. Sanderson.”
Keith picked up his obviously plastic gavel and said, “Well, I hadn’t put it to a vote yet, but what the hell. Heather, Seth?”
“Parole,” Heather replied, signing her name on one of the 5 lines she’d just stamped on Geoffrey’s folder. She then passed the folder to Seth.
Seth thumbed through the folder lazily, signed on another of the lines, said “Parole,” and passed the folder past Keith to the Professor. She nodded, signed on one of the lines, and gave the folder to Will.
“Parole, with Level 2 monitoring for the first month,” he said before signing and passing the folder to the center of the table.
“Thanks, Bill. And, that’s a good idea,” Keith said, signing his name on the remaining line. “Parole is granted, Level 2 monitoring for the first month, after that Level 5 for two years, then Level 8 for five years, then you’re officially out of the system. Make any noticeable waves and we will revoke your parole, increase our scrutiny, or take other action, at our discretion. Understand?”
Geoffrey nodded and enthusiastically said, “Yes, I understand.”
Will then spoke. “Now mind you, we don’t expect you to never, ever use your abilities. Try that, and the temptation will build up, and you’ll screw up eventually and end up right back here—if you’re lucky, that is.”
Seth, momentarily appearing interested in what was going on, then added, “And remember, since you can’t seem push your alterations into reality any further than just altering some woman’s body to suit your fantasy, you’re going to get caught if you abuse the norms around you.”
Heather added, “And breaking up marriages is bad, and easy to catch. Also, turning every woman who isn’t in a relationship you see into a wet dream who isn’t satisfied unless she has sex with an absurdly well-endowed man... well, that sets in motion the kind of crap that we will eventually find and trace back to you. You watched the film about Trowsville, up in Alberta, Canada, right? When a few thousand norms found out about a little clique of ‘trollers who played with the townsfolk like puppets?”
“Yeah, I watched the film, I get it,” Geoff said. “Never underestimate norms,” he said, remembering the film that told the story of just how violently norms tend to react to the realization that they’re not always in control of themselves.
“Right,” said Keith. “OK, well, we’re granting you parole. For the next two years, you will meet with a TEDS agent weekly, and he will scope your memories to see if you’ve been a good boy. He’ll meet you in two weeks in Kansas City; we’ve got a bus ticket for you. But don’t think we won’t be watching you for those first two weeks, understand?” When Geoff nodded yes, he found himself able to control his legs again. He walked up to the table, took his bus ticket, and left the auditorium as quickly as he could without running.
Behind him, he heard Keith shout, “Next!” After that, things got fuzzy, and they stayed that way for quite some time.
Kansas City, Missouri, at the bus stop at the corner of Trouble and Fun
The next thing Geoff could remember he was getting off of a bus somewhere in Kansas City. “Wonder if this is Missouri or Kansas?” he said out loud to nobody. His stomach rumbled, and he added, “Never mind that. First, dinner.” He reached into his pocket and found a cheap nylon one wallet held closed with a velcro strip. Inside was $1024 and a note that said, “This should get you by for two weeks, when you meet with your parole agent. Do not steal from norms.”
“Of course,” Geoff said, taking in his surroundings. It didn’t take him long to decide that he didn’t want any barbecue, so he wandered toward the downtown area, hoping to find some fine dining opportunities. When he heard some passers-by thinking about a place called Antony’s, he was intrigued. Non-barbecue? Check. Steak? Check. Secluded dining area apart from the main dining room? Check. Female wait staff with potential? Quadruple-check! His choice made, he had the couple whose minds he was listening to invite him to share their cab when it arrived to pick them up.
A few hours later, Geoff was sitting at a table in the nicest non-barbecue restaurant he could find, relaxing after the best meal he’d had in years. He’d finished eating a couple of hours prior, but with a nudge here and there, he’d secured permission to hang out for as long as he wanted.
He had spent much of the previous hour testing out his powers subtly, like someone who drives across the country would stretch his legs when he pulled into a rest stop after several hours on the road. He added a cup size to a few ladies’ breasts, enjoying their shocked reaction. Sometimes, he didn’t let the woman notice until someone she was with pointed the “problem” out.
Predictably, the women’s hands flew to their chests, and that’s when they found out how sensitive they were. After the target came down from an orgasm that could be measured on the Richter scale, he reversed his changes and adjusted their memories; the only hint that he’d played with them was the standard (not to mention intense) residual arousal.
He was tempted to make some minor permanent changes—like enlarging a woman’s clitoris, removing her the pubic hair, and so on—but then he remembered that these things make women horny but also a little scared. Once they’re done fucking, he thought just before doing something like that to a waitress who’d just walked by, they’ll wonder why their pubes are falling out, why they’re not growing new ones, why their clit is so swollen and sensitive, and so on, and then they go to the doctor, tests are run, reports are made, and finally the system that monitors medical reports sends up a red flag....
Still, Geoffrey couldn’t resist pushing it a little further. He took a napkin from his table, clenched it into his fist, imbued it with a fun little bit of energy, and gave it his server, a nice guy named Jim. He told Jim that it was a lucky napkin. When Jim asked what made it so lucky, he was only told to show it to any girl he wanted to have sex with, make her touch it, and then he’d find out. He did it as a goof, not even needing a slight mental push.
Geoff was taken aback. He didn’t usually stick around to see what kind of trouble people got into when they picked up one of his innocent-looking surprises, but the fact that this guy so willingly ran with the idea without the slightest mental push made him curious. Only a guy with a crush on some chick would ever, even on a goof, take a supposedly “lucky napkin” from some weirdo at a restaurant and rush off to make some girl touch it, Geoff thought.
He looked around and noted that the smallish private dining room he’d arranged to be seated in was, for the time being, empty. His curiosity quickly got the better of him, so he tuned into Jim’s mind, allowing him to experience everything that Jim did without Jim knowing he was being watched. I promise not to interfere, he thought to himself, hoping he wouldn’t be too tempted to break that promise.
Jim walked around the restaurant, which was starting to fill up. Glad I have the private party room, so I don’t have to mess around with this crap, he thought as he made his way to the greeter’s area. A fair-skinned, petite blond stood there, glancing down at the table assignments. When she noticed Jim, she flashed him a million-dollar smile, which Geoff knew—even if Jim didn’t—was just her way of being friendly.
Geoff felt Jim’s reaction to that smile. This is his kind of girl, he realized. Short; thin; blond; light-skinned; perky, speed-bump tits; and what has to be a super-tight, firm, shapely—if small—ass. Jim thought, She’s old enough and so is Jim, so this should be OK... not my cup of tea, barely even a starting point really, but I guess I can see the appeal....
“Hey Sarah! Hey, uh, when is the Child party coming in? I’ve got them tonight in the private room with some other guy,” Jim said for the purpose of talking to the girl. He could have gotten that information in a half a second by glancing down at the reservation book.
“Some other guy?” She said, with a curious, questioning look that Geoff admitted made her look even cuter.
“Yeah, he got here before your shift started, and they sat him in there. It’s cool, but I want to know when... when the wedding jerks come in,” he said, trying hard to hide his nervousness.
“God, they are the worst tippers, aren’t they? Let’s see... OK, looks like you have ‘til eight, so you have plenty of time. Hope that guy who’s in there is a good tipper.”
“Hahaha, yeah, he’s cool,” Jim said, almost shaking.
God, he has it for this chick hard, Geoff thought, almost laughing. This is... OK, I’m supposed to be sickened by this, but I have to admit it—this is adorable!
“Uhm... do you need anything else?” Sarah asked Jim, who was standing there smiling.
Jim shook his head, but before he took a single step, he remembered the napkin. “Oh! OK, check this out. That guy in the private room? He gives me this napkin, tells me it’s his ‘lucky napkin’ or something, and says I should go and show it to... to a pretty girl who works here. Talk about weird, right?!”
Sarah cocked her head to the side and raised one eyebrow. “So, are you saying I’m a pretty girl, Jim?” she said, smiling.
Holy shit, that did something to him! Geoff thought. This girl is so sweet she probably bleeds sugar.
Jim couldn’t find any words that wouldn’t sound dumb, so he just laughed a little, and Sarah held out her hand. “Let’s see this lucky napkin, then. Ooooooh, white, white napkins are a girl’s best friend,” she said as Jim handed her the cloth. The moment it hit her skin, though, her expression changed.
“Sarah?” Jim said. He’d seen her face go from happy and joking to... to something that he wasn’t sure he recognized. She took the napkin in her hands, squeezed her fingers around it, and shot Jim a look that was so hot it could have melted a mountain in a minute.
“Hey Jane? I’m going on break, can you cover?” she called out. When she got the OK, Sarah bit her lower lip and looked around to see if anyone was watching her. No one was, so she came up to Jim, leaned in, and whispered in his ear, “Service room in the old private dining room, five minutes.” Then she slid her tongue into his ear, reached down and squeezed his crotch through his pants, handed him the napkin, and sauntered off toward the old room that the restaurant now used for storage.
Jim looked around. What just happened? he thought. When Jane came into the greeting area, Jim excused himself and went to the bathroom to take a leak. Geoff was able to resist the temptation to add any girth to Jim’s man meat, figuring it would be best if his first time—Jim was a virgin, Geoff just realized—was not spoiled by any supernatural weirdness. For the next four minutes, Jim paced and fidgeted in the men’s room.
He actually counted down the last 10 seconds before making his way to the room where his prize lay. At least, he thought his prize lay there. He still wasn’t quite sure what was going on.
When he got there, he found the object of his desire, the girl who’d been haunting his dreams ever since he took this crappy job, naked and playing with herself. One hand worked her pussy and the other alternated between her little tits, paying extra attention to her longer-than-Geoff-expected nipples. As soon as Sarah saw Jim, she came to him and kissed him full on the lips. Her tongue slid into his mouth a moment later.
Geoff was only barely able to fight the temptation to fill Jim’s head with some experience. At least Jimbo here can kiss halfway decent, he thought. Jim clumsily caressed Sarah’s body, finding her quite responsive to his every awkward move, thanks to enchanted napkin. Sarah broke the kiss and whispered into Jim’s ear, “First time?”
Jim was too humiliated to answer, and when Sarah reached down and undid his belt and pants, he wouldn’t have been able to speak even if he could think of something to say.
“I thought so. I’ll make this extra good for you. I’ve seen the way you look at me, you know. I think you’ve earned this,” she cooed into his ear, her mind rationalizing her sudden, irresistible desire for the young man who handed her the napkin. She dropped to her knees, taking his pants and underwear down with her, and nudged his legs so he’d step out of his shoes, pants, and briefs.
“Now, I’m going to go really slow, don’t want you to pop off too soon,” Sarah told Jim. She took his rock-hard dick in her hands, stroked it a couple of times, and slid it into her mouth. She gently sucked on his manhood, teasing him with her tongue, but not getting carried away, knowing how prone virgins are to ending the party prematurely. After a couple of minutes, she stood up and pulled Jim, by his dick, over to a sturdy table.
She laid herself down on the table and spread her legs. “Oh, before I forget,” she said, reaching for a foil package on the corner of the table and handing it to Jim. “Got that in the restroom. Put it on.”
Jim needed no further prompting. He carefully opened the condom wrapper, figured out which way it rolled, put it on, and lined himself up with Sarah’s slick pussy. It took several strokes before he was all the way in, she was so tight, but soon he had a decent rhythm going. Sarah took his hands and put them on her tits, and groaned when he squeezed them.
Soon, a steady stream of “fuck... me... faster... faster... harder... more...” was quietly pouring from Sarah, who was having trouble keeping herself quiet enough not to get caught fucking at work. Geoff peeked in at her mind, and found that she couldn’t believe she was getting such an excellent fuck from a virgin. She’d cum several times already, and hoped that when he came, she’d cum really hard. She was also glad she picked up the condom, not only to keep from getting pregnant, but also because she thought it nullified just enough feeling for the guy that he’d go longer.
Inwardly, Geoff grinned. Other than that napkin, I haven’t touched either one of these two, and as far as she’s concerned, this virgin is the best fuck she’s ever had. Exactly as planned. This is coming along nicely... oh, speaking of coming along..., he thought, feeling Jim’s climax building quickly. With several awkward, jerky, hard thrusts, Jim poured his seed into the rubber around his wildly twitching and throbbing cock. And just as Geoff had planned, Jim’s climax brought about a massive one in his partner. Sarah’s hands slid down Jim’s back, leaving claw marks all the way, and her fingernails dug into his ass as she lost control and screamed in ecstasy.
“Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
Immediately, Geoff felt everybody’s reaction to the scream that had broken the dining room’s silence, so he reached out and replaced their concerns of who, what, where, and why with a global sense of “who cares, now what were we talking about?” Then, he switched back to Channel Jim.
Sweaty and panting, the impromptu couple came together for a long, passionate kiss while Jim’s deflating rod was still inside Sarah. That was Geoff’s cue to cut off the feed, as it were, and he immediately found himself back in the private dining room. He reached down and was relieved to discover that while he’d shared Jim’s first orgasm inside an actual girl, he himself hadn’t cum in his pants as a result.
Several minutes later, a slightly disheveled Jim staggered into the room, flanked by a couple of waitresses who started getting the large table in the room ready for several diners.
“Well?” Geoff asked Jim, as if he hadn’t been watching through him the whole time.
Jim held up the napkin. “Sir, this is... haha OK, wow. Wow. WOW. That’s all I can say. Does that happen every time?”
“Well, yeah. That’s what makes it lucky. Don’t ask how I got it.”
“Don’t suppose you’ll let me have this as my tip?”
Geoff sighed. “Normally, I’d love to do just that. But these things have a way of causing trouble at best, and outright havoc at worst. You better let me hang onto that,” he said, mentally forcing Jim to hand it over, but letting him think that it was his choice.
“Well, thanks, anyway. My wedding party will be here soon, so I’m going to take a break. Should I send anyone in or will you be OK until about eight or so?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Geoff answered. After Jim had left, Geoff reached out and found Sarah’s mind, and checked to see if there were any after-effects that could cause any problems for her, or Jim, or even worse—for himself. He was relieved to see that as far as she was concerned, it was a consensual, wonderful, probably one-time thing. No regrets, no concern, no memory gap, and no lingering obsession.
Sounds harmless to me, he thought, pocketing the napkin. Geoffrey was silently congratulating himself on his rehabilitation, feeling particularly proud that he was still able to have fun while making a positive impact in people’s lives, when she came into view. She, as it turns out, was a newly wedded woman, and in possession of the most naturally beautiful face he could remember seeing. She had arrived with a man at her side, presumably her husband, and a small group of other men and women. He lightly scanned them all for some information.
Her name was Julie Thatcher, and she’d just married Mike Child, the man sitting next to her. He then realized that she would be going by Julie Child for the rest of her life, and she was a terrible cook. I could change that, of course, but wouldn’t that just get me in trouble? he thought, snickering a little. That slight noise drew the attention of everyone at their large table, but he was happy to see that their looks weren’t the disapproving glares older people often like to give people who aren’t behaving properly. Instead, they quickly returned to the matter at hand: celebrating the new marriage without having the in-laws and other relatives around to make everything proper and boring.
Nodding his head in approval, Geoffrey realized that he genuinely liked these norms. He was considering leaving them alone and finding some action somewhere else when he saw Julie from behind as she prepared to sit down. He couldn’t stop himself from having her stop and pose for him. Nobody at the table noticed, and Julie was only slightly curious as to why she was standing, turning, putting her hands on her hips, shifting them side to side, and slapping and squeezing her ass with her hands while she bent over slightly.
Geoff’s dick began to stir. Her face was perfect—clear skin, blue eyes, and the whole thing was framed by gorgeously styled curls of red hair. But what was piquing his interest the most was her outstanding ass. She was wearing a nice dress that was perfectly fitted to showcase her best asset, and putting her through the paces earlier only served to emphasize its perfection. She didn’t have much on top; a quick check of her memories revealed she wore a B-cup bra. He knew he could do something about that, but again, he didn’t want to get caught.
Deciding that the potential trouble probably wasn’t worth it, he reached for his cheap wallet so he could pay his check before he got himself tossed back in the clink. Noticing that he was starting to get a hard-on, he squeezed his dick through his pants, hoping to relieve some of the urges that were boiling up inside him. And, painfully aware that it’d been about five years since he’d had sex that he was in charge of, he finally just said to himself, “Fuck it.”
He was so horny from the brief human puppet show he’d put Mrs. Perfect Ass 2011 a few minutes before that he couldn’t, wouldn’t, let a tasty morsel like that, with so much potential, slip through his fingers. But, he also was acutely aware that he couldn’t put her through his normal routine without drawing undue attention to himself. He had to figure out a way to have his fun, but make sure it didn’t ruin anybody’s lives. To buy some time so he could work out what he needed to do, he sent her an irresistible need to get herself off. Almost immediately, she started squirming in her seat, and within seconds she’d excused herself and headed to the restroom.
He saw some of the wedding party had brought in gifts, probably too personal in nature to be opened in front of their assembled families and friends, and a wicked idea struck him. Scanning the groom, he discovered that they’d had a big, fancy wedding, and that he came from serious money. That meant he could pad his wallet a little without stealing. Quickly, he reached out with his mind and checked in on Julie, who had just gotten her panties down and slid to fingers inside her pussy. He upped her sexual sensitivity and compelled her to stay where she was until he called for her.
With that detail taken care of, Geoffrey cleared his throat. The groom excused himself from the table he was at and walked over to the strange man who’d summoned him with nary a word.
“Hi, I’m Mike,” the man said.
“My name’s Geoffrey, but only my parents and people who write stories about me use that name. Call me Geoff. Have a seat,” Geoff said, gesturing toward the other chair at his table. “You and I have something to discuss.”
Mike took the offered seat and said politely, “What are we going to discuss?”
The fact that your wedding night plans have just been changed, he thought, wearing a grin he hoped wasn’t too creepy.