Through Fire and Flame: The Mindwalker Memoirs, Part 7
Author’s Note: This is a fictional story that is intended for a mature, adult audience. It contains graphic depictions of sex, violence, sexual assault and rape, coercion, abuse, and abuse of authority. The author does not condone any of this, except abusing authority to get a better parking space. Viewer discretion is advised.
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I am a member of an endangered species. Homo Superior. At least that’s what we will be called once our existence becomes common knowledge. Greater Man.
What am I? I’m a telepath. Teep, mindreader, dreamwalker, mystic, whatever you want to call my kind, I can read and change minds, as well as move some objects. I am one of maybe 80 fully capable teeps on the planet. I’ve spent the last couple decades studying and researching where we came from and how we came to be. Long story short, about 1 in a hundred million becomes a teep. Though many have the genes, it takes a special combination of events to trigger the change. Take one part latent telepath, one part shock, one part overactive hormones, two parts trauma, throw together and mix.
That’s what this chapter of my memoirs is about. How I experimented with triggering that change. Could I play god and change the odds?
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August 2024 saw the first pieces of our existence come out to the world. After all of our fun in Beijing, people started talking. Even in a country with such extreme censorship, people love to talk about the strange and unusual. It started just as we were going wheels up and news of the death of the former Premier and most of the State Council made the airwaves. It was the largest assassination in the Party’s history and within a day the new Premier, Mr. Lee, had released evidence that they found which linked a tampered HVAC system by a group of dissidents from Gansu Province that had infiltrated the maintenance crew. That alone was fishy, but combined with what was found in the ruins of the underground lab and the aftermath of Meg’s little massacre, there were too many questions left open.
What we didn’t know until we landed was just like her dreams from the last few days, Meg transmitted everything that happened in the underground base. Every latent in Beijing saw her mow down everyone in her way like it was a video game. They saw all the different ways she killed her tormentors, how she dragged the two beds behind her, and eventually how she calmed down and collapsed in my arms. The last things she projected were Dr. Wu and me. And just like the previous dreams, they were transmitted around the world. She told me that if she put enough power behind a thought, she could use latents and other teeps like a cell phone tower, sending the message around the world, though the latents wouldn’t be able to send it too far. And on top of that, she could embed a feeling into descriptions of what happened. I had no clue that was possible on that scale until after it she did it. All 300 latents in Beijing sent this dream around the world before the refugees boarded our plane. The reason we didn’t know about it was because Ana, Dr. Wu, and I were sending out shields to protect all of us from any blastback from Meg. She used that shield to bounce the signal off of to the rest of the city.
So by the time we landed in Los Angeles, every telepath and latent in the world saw my face, and saw me helping Meg. When I saw the vision myself, I looked rather charming and kind. I was flattered.
What complicated matters further were the reports that came out of the ruins of the underground base. The Chinese government found dozens of bodies floating in the main facility, and another dozen or so locked in a conference room. It looked like only 2 died of drowning while all the rest were either shot or suffered severe trauma. They pieced together what they could, and combined with some surveillance footage that was offloaded to a cloud server, they had a record of everything. This info was buried deep, but people still talk and there are some classified state secrets showing what we did. What wasn’t hidden as well was the footage of Fernando and Kira stealing an airport shuttle and driving to the lake where nearly 2 dozen people in various states of undress escaped from a maintenance shaft labeled ‘No Trespassing’ and ‘Violators Will Be Shot’. They even tracked us all the way to the airport. How nice of them. They lost us going back to deal with the Premier and the State Council, but they did get us reboarding the plane after the assassinations made the press.
In the aftermath, a few reports came out of some people that had those dreams ‘hearing thoughts’ or ‘getting visions’ like they were psychic or something. And for some reason, many of them had a compulsion to return home, but their actual homes didn’t feel safe anymore. Some kept the powers a little longer than others, and a couple just couldn’t shake that they had to come to Los Angeles. They were drawn to us like a beacon. Over the next several weeks, about 3 dozen people showed up at my tower in downtown LA. They were latents on the verge of blossoming. We couldn’t turn them away, so we set up some residences for them as we figured out our next steps. The first step was keeping this as quiet as possible.
The next few weeks were spent trying to come to terms with what happened and get the logistics of our next steps in place. Our biggest problem was getting visas for 20 Chinese refugees with no ID’s and whom their government wrote off as dead. The official channels can take months, but that much time wasn’t something we had. Creating ID’s isn’t as easy as it used to be before DNA testing and facial recognition, but with the help of a good friend in the State Department, we were able to get the ball rolling and within 3 weeks we had new ID’s, visas, and passports for everyone we rescued. It cost me a lot of money and my friend insisted on spending the night with his favorite actress, but it was worth it, if just to see the look on Sandra Bullock’s face when she had to fuck some ‘nobody’. She’s still hot for her age, and I had a little fun myself. This was right before I went in to reverse my vasectomy, so she was my last swimmer-free fuck.
Getting officially dead people a new identity was easy compared to getting the families of the scientists out of China. They were being watched like hawks, so it took a little subterfuge and a lot of money to get them out and safely to the States. I settled the scientists in an area near one of my towers, where they were able to expand on their work. I converted a couple floors of the building into condos where the new teeps could live when we’re not on my island. Dr. Wu, Ana, and I worked with them on establishing and strengthening their powers.
Meg, well, my fiery redhead needed time alone. She was still coming to terms with her first mass murder and getting ready for her senior year of college. Though, studying for finals is a different kind of stress than crushing heads with a thought. Her first flow of investments were coming to fruition so she would be a millionaire by the end of the year, but she felt empty, lonely, and afraid. I gave her all the space she wanted. She visited her home for a few days before leaving for school early. Meg was disgusted by the number of times she caught her brother thinking of fucking her while he was jerking off to incest porn and tried to put a stop to it by walking in on him during one of his wank sessions. In his convoluted mind, he thought he was really going to fuck her, and she almost attacked him out of reflex. She then immediately left for her new off-campus apartment and tried to meet up with her girlfriend Maya, but then she found out that Maya was seeing someone else. Her friends weren’t around, and being surrounded by horny college students who broadcasted each and every thought stressed her out to the point that she had a panic attack and had to get away. Hence why she fled to my island villa until school started. The first two days she spent in contemplative silence, just trying to enjoy the quiet. I hung out with her on the third and fourth days, reminding her of her training of blocking out others and taking time to focus on herself. During this time she had a healthy cry about not being normal anymore and feeling like she was cursed at times. I let her get it out of her system, but did my best to convince her that she was gifted, not cursed. Though, sometimes the two feel like the same thing.
We spent some time talking about making the world a better place. I agreed with her, but we had different views on how to do that and who to do that for. She wants to make the world a borderline utopia for everyone, while I’m the cynic and focus on making it where telepaths can grow and live. We talked about some of my exploits and why I’m ‘such a jerk’ as she put it. It’s funny. I’m a telepath and I spend so much time in other people’s heads that I don’t take the time to examine mine. I figure my negative view on humanity comes from seeing them at their worst so often, and it is much easier to manipulate someone’s base emotions than change their surface rationality. For example, I remember this one time I was in Colorado back in the early 00’s, and I ran into these crunchy granola protestors. They were Neo-hippies through and through. One of their group was trying to shut down some mining operations in their area that their newly elected senator had signed off on. I think her name was Wesslin, Wesley, something like that. Whenever this lady was mentioned, I could feel the anger and lust rise in this guy, their leader. I didn’t plant any specific plans in his mind, just gave him the intention and the desire to want to rape the shit out of that lady, and also track down the daughter of the representative that signed off on this desecration of the land and spoil her, too. I left the suggestion in his mind, but was surprised to find out months later that he followed through on those thoughts. Meg was appalled but not surprised that I would do that. I also reminded her that I was much younger then, and nowadays would probably cause one of the machine operators to create a catastrophic accident that would bring down the entire mine, costing the company so much money they’d have no choice but to close down operations, then one of my subsidiaries would swoop in and buy it all up.
Meg talked about using her powers for good, but also realizing how much of her power she was just discovering. She replayed the events from the base over and over again, wondering how she was able to cause so much raw destruction. The bullet stopping scared her almost as much as ripping the one guard apart on a cellular level. As she talked, I noticed that the room got very hot. I told her to focus her energies on a nearby palm tree. It was old and ready to be chopped down, but the more she thought about what happened, the more the tree glowed until it burst into flames. We spent the rest of the day honing her teek powers, everything from lighting things on fire to moving large and small objects.
Her vacation on my island was just what the doctor ordered before going back to school. Her grades were once again amazing, and she perfected several techniques of taking knowledge from other students and the professors. Ana, our disembodied partner in crime, would often travel with Meg on a slow day and make her way through the classes, just hanging out in everyone’s mind for a little while. She enjoyed the freedom of exploring minds and the thrill of taking over someone to act against their normal nature. Like one time, she was in a lecture hall where she took over this one sexy black girl who was sitting next to a cute hispanic boy. She read both of their thoughts and figured ‘why not be a little naughty?’ In the middle of class, she starts giving the boy a handjob under his desk. After class, they’re banging in a utility closet, and Ana’s having fun in both bodies.
Things were pretty calm until one day late in September. My assistant Kira made the moves on me. Even if I couldn’t read her thoughts, I would’ve picked up how obvious she was being with me. Though, in retrospect she was only this obvious because the subtle flirting didn’t work. She’s a very pretty petite brunette with a couple tattoos on her body, the most prominent being a lily on her left shoulder right above her breasts. Her black hair comes down just past her shoulders and has some light curls to it when she doesn’t straighten it, which makes her skin look even paler than normal. She looks a lot younger than her license says at 30, and she loves to work out. Her body was small and tight, just the way I like. I kind of figured out she was down to fuck when she came into the office flustered, wearing one of the sluttiest work-appropriate outfits around. She wore an overcoat that came to mid-thigh, 3 inch black pumps, a satin choker collar, and black lace lingerie. I sat behind my desk, just enjoying the show as she strolled across the office, shed her coat, and mounted me in my leather chair. I didn’t have to manipulate her, chase after her, do anything with her mind. She wanted me right then and there. After a little makeout session and foreplay, I slid her panties to the side, dropped my trousers, and let her fuck me right then and there. I’ll admit, it’s been a while since I was fucked by a woman outside of my control, and it was a great change of pace. After I came the first time, we cuddled and talked for a bit while I recovered for round two. She knows about my plans for ‘spreading the species’. Fuck, she wrote the plan. She knows how much in child support I’ll pay out to future baby mamas and how that is life-changing money. Kira doesn’t like traditional relationships but wants to be a mom. This would be a win-win for everyone involved. I couldn’t fault her logic, especially as my dick came back to life.
I fucked her three more times that day, each time having her keep her black lace lingerie on the whole time. Man, there is something about the feel of pantyhose wrapped around my waist or feeling them on a sexy woman that just drives me wild. The sight of her bent over my desk is one of my core memories. I’ll be honest, I didn’t get any work done that weekend, unless we’re calling fucking Kira work. And if that is the case, then I was putting in some overtime.
Kira and I didn’t exactly keep this little affair a secret, and we both knew where the other was coming from. Fuck, I mean she literally set up the various plans on how much the future baby mommas would get paid to raise my kids and the future of the telepath race. She knew she was a latent, and even occasionally could hear my thoughts. She was definitely trying to get knocked up, and there wasn’t any love there. At least not romantic love, anyway. Maybe I think I’m too cynical for that.
Meg was less than thrilled when she found out about Kira and I. I could sense the jealousy. As pissed as she was about Kira being involved in our ventures, she understood her role and normally liked her. I was honestly surprised, but kept an eye on that going forward. Just as I was surprised about what she was up to at college. She was setting up one hell of a prank or sting or whatever she called it, and wanted Ana and I involved for funsies.
It all started in her senior economics course where one of her professors was a lecherous asshole. By all rights she should’ve had straight A’s but he kept grading her papers lower than anyone else. It took her all of 3 seconds to talk to him and realize that his plan was to fuck her for a better grade. She played along, acting all naive but read his mind and knew that he played this game about once a semester. He’d pick a pretty student and coerce her into blowing him or fucking him for a better grade. Where he fucked up was he picked a teep to try this trick on. Meg made a split second decision to ruin this man’s life, and wanted me along to enjoy the show. There was no way she was going to fuck him, but he didn’t need to know that. But she read his mind and knew he was doing the same thing with two other girls in class named Claire and Doris. She told him what he wanted to hear, begging if there was anything her and her friends could do for a better grade. He couldn’t believe his luck but knew he’d never get as good of a chance as this. He told her to grab her friends and meet him at his home Friday night at 9PM, and plan for a late night ‘study session’. She read what he meant by that, it was an all-night fuck session. She promised she’d do her best. Meg then talked to both Doris and Claire. Doris was down for whatever with next to no manipulation, but Claire refused to take part in anything, even if it meant destroying this abusive professor and failing this class she needed to pass. She did a deep dive in both women’s minds. Doris was a little older, returning to school after a few gap years and was kind of a slut. Claire on the other hand was as prudish as possible. She was a singer in her church band and still a virgin at 20 years old. Claire was very adamant about not taking part in any of this, but a little help from our disembodied friend Ana, Claire found herself on Friday night putting on some sexy white lace lingerie underneath her sexiest satin white miniskirt dress with her nicest matching heels.
I showed up with Meg at the Professor’s house shortly before 9PM. Meg was dressed in a white dress that came down to the mid thigh and had a plunging neckline. I was dressed in a suit, like most times. What was different was the camera bag I carried over my shoulder. She suggested to the Professor that I was a long trusted friend, and we were invited in. After arriving, he felt the urge to delete our arrival from his Ring doorbell. The other two girls showed up shortly thereafter. Doris drove them over and parked out front in a muscle car. I could feel Doris’s excitement and Claire’s fear as soon as the car stopped. I also picked up Ana inside of Claire’s head, and was the only reason Claire was here tonight. They arrived and entered.
The two women were about as different as could be. Claire was a skinny and tall woman with a model’s build. Her straight blonde hair came down to her shoulders, and her brown eyes screamed fear with every look. She couldn’t understand why she was here or why she had no control over her actions. She looked super sweet and virginally sexy. Doris on the other hand looked like she just rolled off of a porn set. Her DDD tits were barely held in place by a green tiger striped minidress that looked like it was either from the club or a brothel. Her ass was big and juicy, and her bright red lipstick made my cock ache. She had recently dyed her air blonde, and as soon as she spoke her Latina heritage became obvious. She was very pale for a Mexican and easily passed as white.
We all made our way to the rumpus room. I mean seriously, he has a rumpus room with a ‘conversation pit’ in it. It looked like it was straight out of the 70’s architecturally but the furnishings were up to date. It was a black leather U-shaped couch with a coffee table in the middle. There was a fireplace along the wall opposite the pit. Meg and I sat on one side while Claire and Doris sat on another. The Professor made us some drinks while I set up my camera. I read his mind and saw him spike the girls drinks with ecstasy. Meg caught the same thing and shared my gin and tonic when she was thirsty. Claire refused to drink and shrank back when Prof put his hand on her thigh. Ana stopping Claire’s voice was the only reason she didn’t scream in panic. Doris enjoyed her drink and as soon as the Prof talked about getting this party started, she was already making her way over to him on her hands and knees. It didn’t take her long to get him naked from the waist down, and he helped remove the rest of his clothes. Doris was already sucking his dick when Claire tried to run again, only to have Ana stop her and make her walk over next to me. The fear and excitement as Ana made the lovely young woman ask “May I suck your cock, sir” was almost too much. She fumbled with my belt and zipper as Ana guided her to remove my cock from my pants and wrap her lips around it. I scanned her mind for any experience. She hadn’t even so much as kissed a boy, so the fact that my dick was in her mouth before a man’s tongue was simply enthralling.
Meg, meanwhile, was enjoying the show. Doris had now mounted the Prof and was riding him on the couch, screaming something in Spanish as she came. He busted shortly thereafter and needed to relax as he readied himself for round 2. I blew my load down Claire’s throat and a little suggestion later she swallowed. Meg went and grabbed herself another non-drugged drink and one for Claire as well. I spent some time playing with Doris while I came back to life.
As much as I would’ve loved to bust Claire’s cherry, I knew that it would look suspicious as hell if I had her first before the Prof. But I did fuck her throat first, so at least there’s that. I grabbed the camera and hit record as Prof stripped Claire down to her lacy one-piece lingerie and kissed her. Ana let Claire talk and beg for this not to happen, but refused to let Claire fight back. Claire was shaking as Prof stripped her down completely and cupped her tiny breasts, then creeped his fingers down to her blonde-covered pussy. A little cajoling and Claire was on her back on the couch with Prof above her. Ana let her fight some more as Prof fingered her just enough to get her wet for entry. When it came time for Prof to fuck Claire, Ana was only along for the ride. Claire screamed and yelled and begged for him not to do this to her, but he didn’t care. Well, he did hesitate until I entered his mind and made him get turned on by her cries. I stood by and recorded Claire’s deflowering, watching her cry as he fucked her on the couch. I captured the entire half hour on video, culminating with him cumming in her and Claire crying.
Meanwhile, Meg had stripped down and was fooling around with Doris. Doris was normally straight but was a little bi-curious. It didn’t take Meg much effort to make her open to Meg’s advances. I didn’t feel the need to record that, I figured there was enough incriminating evidence with Prof raping a student. While Meg was eating out Doris, I moved over to Doris’s face for a blowjob. She sucked me good for a few minutes before I decided that my next course of action would be to fuck Claire for myself. Her second time went much better than her first, as I applied some TK to her clit as I fucked her. Pretty soon, she was on the verge of her first orgasm. I pushed her over the edge. I withheld nutting inside her for two reasons. One, I was just unfixed, so there was a chance of knocking her up, and two, I didn’t want my sperm showing up in the inevitable rape kit that she would get in the morning. Prof couldn’t help but fuck Claire again as this time I made my way to Doris’s sweet ass. I fucked her doggystyle while she ate out Meg and blew my load all over her back. Prof made Claire lick it up, then while he was recovering again, ‘forced’ all three women to enjoy each other. Doris went to town on Claire’s pussy while Meg kissed and caressed her.
Eventually all of us were exhausted. As I was about to wrap things up for the night, Meg caught me completely off guard and sat on my lap. I was stunned. In the year or so we’ve known each other, I’ve done some shady shit by her side and in front of her, but I’d never made a move on her sexually. I knew she was a lesbian from the first time we met, and also she’s my student, my mentee, my protege. It’s not that I didn’t think she was beautiful or sexy, it’s just that I never wanted to threaten that with some meaningless fling. As I tried to figure out what she was on about, she slowly ground on my cock, her pussy going back and forth over my member. At that moment, I was in her complete control. She leaned over and whispered in my ear.
“When I’m ready for you, you’re mine. You can fuck anyone you want, but you belong to me. Got it?” Then she leaned over and kissed me. I kissed her back. Before we went any further, she climbed off of me and made her way to Claire and sat on the skinny blonde’s face.
The night ended shortly after. Ana rode back in Claire’s mind and would handle things from there. As soon as Claire arrived home, she took her parent’s car and drove to the local hospital where she relayed the whole night to the doctors and later the police. As she was telling them what happened, she received video of her rape from an unknown number and that information was then used to charge the Professor.
Even with tenure, the university put him on leave as the case was investigated. Several other women came forward, including Doris who said that she was coerced into have sex with him for a better grade. The scandal rocked the school, and another professor took over for his classes for the remainder of the school year. The Prof was eventually charged and fled. He didn’t see any jail time as a jealous boyfriend of one of the women he harassed met him one day and pushed him in front of an oncoming bus. If anyone asks, my alibi is that I was two towns away, judging a ballroom dancing contest. I certainly didn’t give that jealous boyfriend the motivation to push that lecherous shit in front of a bus. No, not me… 😉
Meg kept Claire and Doris around for the rest of the year. She felt bad about hurting Claire, but justified it for how many girls this helped and would prevent this happening to in the future. Her ‘study group’ would often devolve into studying each others bodies in her apartment. Not gonna lie, I’d invite myself over for the occasional threesome with that sexy Latina and the church girl coming out of her shell. Meg had a lot of fun slowly turning Claire into her own little slut.
As far as for what happened between Meg and I that night, we had a long, awkward conversation towards the end of October that year, just as the rumors of our existence swirled around the world. It’s hard to lie to someone that’s a teep, but even harder when they know you so well. We talked about everything that was going on and the long and short of it was that Meg was jealous of me and Kira. Meg didn’t want kids yet, but was hurt as hell that I was having them with Kira instead of her. Over the past year we’ve developed a very close relationship, and she knew how much I cared for her when I went after her in China. I tried to play it off as a teacher/student thing, but she cut me off.
“Save the bullshit. You may not admit it, but you do have emotions, and I can feel what you have for me. Would you have done even half of that for Ana or Kira or Fernando? Thought so. And it’s not just because I’m a blossomed telepath or particularly powerful, but because you love me in your own way. Ever since our first encounter, you never laid a finger on me. You had dozens of chances to fuck me, could’ve turned me into one of your puppets, but you didn’t. The weekend with the gymnast and her sister, the night with the twins, the night with the Professor, and all the other times in between, not once did you make a move on me. But I can sense your lust each time you see me, and I’ve noticed how it’s changed to something else, but you go out of your way to hide it. I know a large part is you don’t want to ruin anything between us and you still have more to teach me, and another part is you know I’m not into men and don’t want to stress that out. But you need to realize something. I have those same feelings, I’m just not ready to act on them yet. Like you said before, being a teep is lonely, but I love the time we spend together. We’re less lonely together, and someday when I’m ready to settle down, I’d like it to be with you in some way. I just don’t know what that looks like yet.”
It didn’t help that she used my tricks against me and answered what I was thinking while I was thinking it. As we talked for a little while longer, something occurred to me. I was on board with everything she said and if that day came when she’d have me, I’d be a happy man. But until then, we were both free to do as we pleased. Though, I did hitch a ride in Doris’s mind as she and Meg were fucking, and I know she did the same when I was banging Doris, and that curvy Latina wasn’t the only woman we did that with.
But those are stories for another time.
