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story_codes: M/gg (11,4), mind control, semi-cons

story_intro: After experiments in telepathy end in an apparent failure, test subject Connor is released on condition of secrecy in exchange for an all expenses-paid but monitored life. What is former controllers don't know is that he has attained powers of a sort. And what fun is espionage or dirty tricks in the name of national security when he can intimately spy on little girls and play dirty tricks without anyone else noticing?



story_language: English





The Touch

Written by madvlad


	The general in plainclothes stopped Connor at the gate and sighed.

	"Nothing else?" he asked. "You're sure? Not even a bit of remainder?"

	Connor looked sheepish as he shook his head.

	"I'm sorry, but no. Ever since I came out of that coma, I've been, well, perfectly normal."

	Although the general showed nothing outwardly, Connor could sense the sharp bolt of frustration from the man. He could sense a great many things in people all around him but he wasn't going to let that out.

	"Well, I'm sorry for those two weeks," the general who pretended not be a general said while Connor sensed no sorrow at all. "But remember your confidentiality agreement - and everything that's at stake for you."

	Connor tapped at the wallet in his back pocket.

	"I know. But I'm not going to give up my magic ticket."

	Neither man said a word as Connor departed.

	It had been an experiment that Connor had volunteered for. Initially, it was for a little spending money and to kill some time between jobs. After weeks of trials with various medications and corresponding brain scans, Connor had been the last test subject left. He had figured it had something to do with developing telepathic powers as toward the end he could hear whispers in his head, faint and often indistinct. But tests had showed they did match up, albeit somewhat imperfectly, to what the control subjects had been thinking.

	They were discussing the next phase with Connor as the star when he experienced a break instead of a breakthrough. No one knew why, especially Connor. But he had collapsed without warning and spent the next two weeks in a coma. Brain scans and other testing revealed nothing but inside Connor's head, everything was revealed.

	Dr. Armstrong was in fact an Air Force general in charge of this project. Although Connor could not read exact thought-like words, he grew attenuated to conscious imagery and empathic impressions in people's heads. While his body was dormant, his powers grew.

	Although he remained aware of the passage of time, he acted as if he had only been asleep for a nap when he finally "woke up". Now he knew if he let slip about his powers, he would be kept here, an eternal lab rat. Instead, he pretended that everything had regressed to the point where he had been when he first came in for initial testing.

	As they analyzed him, Connor learned how to use his powers to alter the perceptions of those who thought they were still in control. His tests were all normal, as per his subtle, unspoken suggestions. As he learned to weave into the minds of others, he began to sense their bodies in strange ways.

	The first really good one was the lab technician. He had eaten chili for lunch and Connor could feel the stuff in the guy's stomach, making him a little gassy. When he belched, Connor could taste the spices. Reading another struggle, Connor realized the guy was trying to suppress the need to pass gas while the general and other bigwigs were in the room. Connor took control, breaking down the lab tech's defenses, relaxing his control down there until the poor guy generated a loud, long, and rather juicy fart.

	It was crude and boorish, but Connor didn't care. Excited by his abilities, he tried a rather hot-looking nurse to see what she might be feeling. As luck would have it, she was having her period and Connor got the hell out of her in a hurry.

	In the end, Connor had been debriefed and dismissed with dire warnings about secrecy. As compensation and to give him incentive to stay quiet, he had been given a credit card that the project would pay for. When it expired, he would get a new one and there were no credit limits on it. Of course, that also meant they could track where he was and what he spent money on, but Connor had no problem with that.

	After all, they could track the card, but they could not imagine the playground his mind now occupied.

	First, it was time to travel. It was at the airport that he started experimenting with young girls. The tweens were his favorite attraction and he got into their heads, feeling their bodies as they scratched an itch or otherwise touched themselves in innocent ways. The best had been a girl in whom Connor sensed a fixation on her body. It was her chest and the girl was desperate for something to happen there. Surreptitiously, she would brush her hands over her shirt, checking the marble-sized bumps that were not growing fast enough for her liking.

	Connor encouraged her, pushing her to act more aggressively until he made her pinch her nubbins sharply. For a moment, the girl loved it and he could feel her carnal reaction. Then she abruptly stopped, shocked by what she had done and then relieved when she determined that no one had seen her.

	Acting as if he hadn't noticed her, Connor mentally savored the rubbery feel of her titlets as if it had been his fingers on them. New possibilities were opening up and he had to give thought to how best to employ his powers in this arena.

	It was on his next flight that it occurred to him. He was sitting in a first class window seat, enjoying the comfort but annoyed by the strong cologne the man sitting next to him was wearing. When the flight attendant served the man his drink, Connor mentally reached out to her as both she and the passenger were holding the cup. He made her feel a stroke across her hand as if the guy was making an overture with his finger.

	Startled, she splashed the cup on him. She profusely apologized as she dabbed at him with a towel but Connor could sense the falseness of her words. The woman pissed that this guy was making a move like that.

	It was then that Connor determined that an airliner would be the perfect place to play. There were plenty of people in close proximity. But he didn't want others to see his subjects' reactions while he played, so he chose red eye flights - the all-night flights when most people would be sleeping.

	He chose to fly coach since kids were rarely in first class. While checking in for flights, he "pushed" the ticket agents to seat him near families but he was still limited by one insurmountable barrier. He couldn't get in people's heads when they were sleeping. Ever the optimist, he treated each flight like a roll of the dice, knowing that sooner or later, he'd get a seven or whatever the hell won a craps game and find a girl who had woken up.

	The first girl was Tracy. Connor only knew her name from her conversation with her mother. She'd had a birthday party not long before and he got the memory image of eleven candles a flame before the girl's breath crossed over them. Her wish at the time amused him.

	Three hours into the flight, the girl fidgeted awake in the darkened main cabin. Connor could sense people waking all the time, most of them falling asleep again in mid-flight. Tracy was going to do the same thing, but Connor decided to give her some things to keep her awake.

	He touched her mind, nudging her thoughts to that birthday wish. It was slowly happening, the marks of approaching womanhood she sought. They were currently encased beneath the silky training bra she wore. Connor chuckled to himself, wondering how many girls her age wished for tits - likely a good number of them.

	He knew what they felt like because she had done that on numerous occasions. Still, he planted the wordless suggestion in her mind and she pressed her hands to her chest, feeling through her shirt and bra. She had a lovely way of doing, pushing against the modest mounds, squeezing lightly with her fingers.

	But always her fingers. As her body warmed, her memories bubbled up. There was another's hands upon her breasts. It was outside, behind some trees. Connor could hear the nearby ping of an aluminum bat and the yells of kids. Tracy was wearing a yellow t-shirt - her softball team's shirt. The ball game was over and Tracy was busy with some little boyfriend.

	Connor caught the image of long brown hair, a little frizzy. No, not a boy but another girl wearing the same type of shirt as Tracy. Feeling Tracy's emotions, Connor knew of her excitement - and a little jealousy. Ah, yes, the other girl had a bit more development. Connor knew because Tracy was reciprocating the girl's fondling with her own hands on the other's chest. Yes, the other girl's titlets filled her hands a little more.

	The touch of lips on lips. The other girl's lips were plush, opening as were Tracy's. Wet flicks of tongue tips upon each other. Tracy became a little bolder and now Connor could feel the bumps of the other girl's braces as Tracy swept her tongue over her upper teeth.

	Connor's erection became full as he learned of the tightness between Tracy's legs. She was wondering if her friend was experiencing that. Digging a little deeper, Connor saw Tracy's vulva, still smooth as the eleven year-old tentatively explored her mysterious font, learning a little about her sex while it still remained childlike.

	What if the other girl's tongue were down there? Connor planted the questions in Tracy's mind. In her airline chair, the girl sighed loudly, her hands nearly mauling her titties as she wriggled in her seat. It would feel better without the clothing in the way, wouldn't it?

	Tracy agreed, believing it to be her own idea as she slid her hands beneath her shirt, pushing her lingerie up and settling her questing fingers over the training bra-sized breasts. The girl's tongue flicked out of her mouth, seeking the other's tongue until her mental perception changed. The other girl was lower now, her lips kissing the eleven year-old's font and her tongue licking at the slit.

	Undulating in the seat, Tracy pinched her stiffened nipples, her crotch going wet as she felt her friend's mouth on her cunny, nibbling and licking inside of her. No longer was the girl careful with her oral touches as she had been when they experimented with kissing. She was ravenous, slobbering over Tracy's prepubescent twat, her teeth and tongue insistent, setting Tracy on fire. Her pussy was tightening, tightening and melting...and...and...

	With a strangled grunt, Tracy came. She felt a brief surge of fright at the unexpected reaction but let it carry on, her young cunt releasing. Consciousness returned as Tracy registered the dim outlines in the darkened airplane cabin. She went still, not daring to even move her head as her eyes darted about. Everyone around her was asleep and she wondered if it had all been a dream, remembering that day again.

	But no, her hands were under her shirt. Blushing fiercely, she tugged her training bra back over her throbbing little buds and pulled her hands free. Everything was normal again - except for the moisture in her still-tingling quim.

	Connor was barely able to control his breathing. Everything was now imprinted in his brain, his little foray allowing him to experience some preteen lesbian sex. Even now, he could read her relief at not having been caught on her little adventure and her thrill at what had occurred inside her panties. Connor felt the mess there. No, also inside his own pants. Their climaxes had merged and Connor had cum with no physical contact to his crotch.

	So young Tracy had given him one hell of a show and a ride. In return, he had provided some guidance and left her with the gift of her first orgasm. He left her to her thoughts while he pondered what he might do with the next girl.

	Connor's next two flights were a disappointment. One had no prospects and the other had a girl about thirteen who promised to be fun from her looks. But she was already becoming a real entitled bitch and Connor finally withdrew from her mind and her insufferable attitude about everything. It was easy to see where she got it - both of her parents had behaved like assholes to boarding agent and the flight attendant.

	Feeling pissed off, Connor decided to release his frustration with a bit of naughty fun. Steeling himself, he went into the girl's mind again, planting suggestions of how to enjoy herself. She certainly had some experience, having already sucked an older boy's cock once and had tried a variety of objects in her bitchy little cunt although nothing was quite satisfactory.

	Connor left her with some lewd inspirations, leaving her to wonder how her father's cock would taste - definitely more manly than a boy's. Oh, and that mentally retarded janitor at her school that she and her friends loved to torment? Well, he would feel so good with his prick driving between her legs - she'd just have to encourage him.

	On the third flight since his "date" with Tracy, Connor finally was sitting across the aisle from a young, sweet-natured piece of girl meat. The trouble was that Avery was only four. It took none of Connor's extraordinary skills to glean this information as the tot happily chatted with him, introducing herself and telling him all about herself. When the girl's mother tried to apologize, Connor merely laughed it off, assuring her that her daughter was perfectly charming company.

	She really was a sweet-looking kid; her appearance matching her personality. An hour into the flight, her mother was asleep, as were most of the passengers. But Avery was having difficulty as she was still excited about her first flight. As she examined the plastic set of play pilot's wings pinned to the bib of her light blue overall dress, Connor got an eyeful of her tiny legs. From his angle, he could see partway up the inside of one smooth thigh. Ordinarily, she would have been too young for his taste, but Connor decided he shouldn't indulge in age discrimination with such a sugary little treat.

	It would be nice if she pulled up her dress to show more, feeling the hem brush nicely against her skin as she did so. It did feel good as Avery followed the suggestion that had wormed its way into her mind. This left Connor with a lovely view of her bare little legs and the panties with little colored hearts splashed all over them.

	As he tried to form an impression of the cunny hidden inside her undies, Connor had only vague inputs from Avery. She hadn't done any exploring in a sexual manner and he got bits and pieces of images from her recollections in the bath. Even there, her focus had been on her bath toys, ignoring the best toy of all.
Injecting some of Tracy's reactions from three nights ago, Connor got Avery intrigued by something that might feel very good. Curious, the little girl slipped her hand inside her panties. Connor felt the bald little cuntlet beneath her hand, the way the plump flesh contracted as she squeezed. It tickled when she drew a finger through her slit and as Connor hardened, he felt her wetness ebb onto her fingertip.

	The girl froze and Connor wilted at the girl's horror at having wet herself like a baby. He flooded her with images of Tracy and what she had experienced. Understanding that this was a big girl kind of wet, Avery fingered herself again and began to enjoy the frissons she produced. Of her own volition, Avery pulled the waistband of her panties away from her body so she could get a good look at her new happy place.

	Connor saw it too, the bald preschool cunt all nice and puffy between her luscious little thighs with a bit of drool at her cleft. He wanted to get in there in a desperate way.

	She must be quiet and Connor mentally stroked her vocal chords, rendering them useless for a little while. He imagined his cock there, pressing against the preschooler's delicate mound, making her chubby labia open for him. She was so small but of course she could stretch for her first lover. Confused, Avery tried to whimper but couldn't. All the same, she opened her legs wide in her seat so this thing could happen.

	Avery's hands fell to her sides, away from her crotch so they couldn't get in the way. Although her panties were still in place, they no longer existed in Connor's mind as he pressed into the little girl's quim.

	Of course she'd be a virgin and her membrane only provided enough resistance to tease him. Then it pulled apart, just giving Avery a little sting to know something incredible was about to happen. In her seat, Avery's mouth dropped open, silent as she felt something thick and hard sliding into her body.

	The four year-old's pussy opened for him like a spring rose, the dew-coated walls of her immature sex welcoming him with their petal-like softness. In the bubble of Connor's fantasy, she could take all of him. Her sultry tunnel practically sucked him in, gobbling his prick as he sank into her.

	Avery rocked in her seat, her eyes closed and her mouth still open as her little hips hunched to the copulation she was experiencing. Connor speared the innocent tyke ferociously with his cock, plowing the tight, syrupy cunt of the child. Her immature sex responded ever more wetly, heating to near-boiling as she was lustfully pummeled.

	Her heart racing wildly, Avery panted as her cunny grew a magical, tingling bubble in there. Connor kept thrusting, using the little girl like a cheap whore and making her love it. Avery's orgasm hit them both ferociously. The preschooler wriggled in her seat, lifting her ass and slamming it down while her mother slumbered on, unaware of her daughter's sexual initiation.

	Connor gritted his teeth, feeling his balls unload as he poured his seed into the for year-old's pussy, saturating her tiny baby maker with every surge.

	His eyes shot open and he could hear his heavy breathing. Across the aisle came the whispery moans of the well-sexed little moppet. Connor shifted in his seat, grimacing at the goo in his crotch. Except it wasn't there. But damn, he had sure as hell cum.

	He sent his thoughts to Avery and easily verified her climax. But there was more. The little girl was clutching herself, trying to stem the rich flood of hot liquid that was threatening to escape her cunny.

	Connor understood. He didn't know how he had done it, but he had actually inseminated the tot during their mutual orgasm. What was the term sometimes used for a climax - "the little death"? Somehow, the fallen borders of the mind bridged to the physical, consummating little Avery's first sex to the actual injection of sperm into her virgin snatch.

	Oh, and it was still virgin. Connor rode Avery's feelings which now firmly centered on that magical place between her legs. He travelled inside of her, finding her hymen perfectly intact.
Now he felt her concern over the mess she might make as she squeezed her cunny muscles and pressed with her hand to keep the stuff inside.

	Connor leaned across the aisle and gently tapped her arm.

	"I bet a big girl like you can use the bathroom in the back all by yourself."

	Avery nodded and scooted out of her seat, toddling to the back with her hand still between her legs. Tracking her, Connor shared her wonder at all of the white stuff that poured out of her in the bathroom. It took quite a bit of bathroom tissue to absorb it all but at last her hairless twatlet was nice and clean like a good girl's should be. Avery wasn't sure why all of those fun tingles put all of the white stuff there but she thought all of the magic she had just experienced was quite fun.

	Walking back to her seat, Avery was quite exhausted and Connor did not intrude upon her as she fell asleep.

	Avery was still quite tired after they landed and kept her head on her mother's shoulder after the woman picked her up. Connor politely allowed the woman to step into the aisle first and then he followed. Leaning close to her shoulder, he whispered in Avery's ear.

	"Thanks for the great fuck, little girl."

	Avery looked at him sleepily, not understanding but gave the nice man a smile and a little finger wave before she closed her eyes again.



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


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