IV Control
The spirit of the deceased Victorian Reformatory Overseer found that the longer he inhabited Trish's mind the easier it became to find his way around. Moving around a mind is not like being in a city as thoughts are not neat and separate like buildings. It is more like being in a forest and finding one's way between bundles of synapses and thoughts some of which are ragged and unwieldy while others are neat and self contained like low bushes. Doctors reckon that if all the nerves and capillaries in a human mind were stretched out they would cover many thousands of miles but, as The Overseer had no human body of his own, distance meant nothing to him and he could think himself instantly into any part of his new home.
He explored her memories and unearthed the way that she had felt when she had pleasured herself at night on a college night away and then realised that five other girls had overheard her involuntary moans of passion. Every sexual encounter, the satisfying and the humiliating, was laid bare to his questing. One night as Trish slept he found his way blocked by the psychological equivalent of a door. This was not a natural part of the mental landscape; he knew that Trish had deliberately placed the barrier here to shut something away but nothing could bar his way. He slid through the door and found a picture memory of Alycia who had been a fellow eighteen year old sixth form student. Trish was holding a memory of Alycia emerging from a shower with her thick black pubic triangle shining wet and rivulets of water running down her perfect young body with its flat stomach and pert, upturned breasts. The body was alabaster white and so slim that the skeleton was very visible in the ribs and the pronounced collar bones. There was no mistaking the tint of guilt and lust which surrounded this picture. So Trish harboured thoughts like that; he was sure that he could use this snippet at some point.
While his host slept he explored her motor centres and found that he could flex her fingers and move her limbs. If she had been awake she would definitely have fought against him controlling her in this way but he knew that if he practised enough he would be able to manipulate the body when Trish was awake. He saw to it that she always awoke in the morning to find her fingers pressed to her labia. If he could keep her mind awash with endorphins she would find it harder to organise her resistance to him.
It was important that he build up his skill in controlling her and also that he should be able to measure how successful she was in resisting his control. To this end he planned a series of experiments.
The first experiment occurred when Trish was in a bar socialising with a group from work. They were all seated around low tables in one corner of the very respectable establishment where conversation was muted and civilised. Trish was one of three women present and one of the others, called Sasha, was slim and dark haired so she bore a passing resemblance to Alycia. The Overseer drew memories of Alycia to the front of Trish's consciousness and combined them with fantasies involving Trish; he noticed that Trish kept looking discreetly at Sasha and her temperature and blood pressure were both slightly raised. It was only a small step to place Sasha into Trish's own erotic fantasies about Alycia and now Trish was increasingly uncomfortable. She was trying to push the unwanted thoughts from her mind but the more that one centres on something, even on suppressing it, the more powerful it becomes.
As the evening progressed The Overseer applied pressure to Trish's passion centres and twice her speech faltered as she sensed that she was losing control. He noted with satisfaction how she crossed her legs and pressed them together as if trying to squeeze out the pressure which was building up in her sensitive nerve endings. She was becoming moist now and he planted the fear in her that those around the table might pick up the pungent scent of hot girl. Trish was working really hard at regaining control but she was failing and then she excused herself from the group and quickly made for the powder room where she locked herself in a stall, pulled up her dress, stripped down her underwear and began to urgently attend to the tension between her legs.
Her hands worked with great vigour and she could not suppress small groans from the back of her throat. The Overseer rested and took in the picture of his victim perspiring, panting, red faced and exhausted as she came down from the storm of passion which he had created. Now he would wait for the opportunity to press the young woman further.
During this period Trish had been successful in defeating any suggestions that the old reformatory be demolished but there had been an interesting development. The government, concerned about rising crime, had set aside some funds for the building of new penal institutions and they had made enquiries of the Consortium about the old reformatory. Of course no-one in the twenty first century would want to build a reformatory but the government wanted to build "Secure Accommodation for Women with Challenging Behaviour". The original plan had been to convert the building into luxury flats but now Trish, under the direction of The Overseer, began to push for accepting the offer from the government. Converting the property to flats would be very profitable but also very expensive. Trish argued that simply converting the building to a modern equivalent of its original purpose would be cheaper and, as they were dealing with Civil Servants who are not noted for commercial acumen, leasing the completed building to the state would be more profitable than selling flats.
While this was going on The Overseer had the opportunity to further test his control over his host. One summer evening Trish went for a walk in the local park and The Overseer planted the instruction in her mind to go into the dark space between the cricket pavilion and the fence. He had taken the woman by surprise and she was half way down the side of the pavilion before she realised what was happening. She tried to turn back but The Overseer shouted into her mind an order to keep walking. By now she was so accustomed to obeying his orders in business meetings about the reformatory that she obeyed and found herself in a dark narrow space with a few beer cans on the earth floor amid tangled vegetation.
The Overseer used Trish's own fingers to drag her t shirt up over her head exposing her small white bra. Now she began to fight him but he grabbed a knot of pain receptors and Trish fell to the floor doubled up as a sharp pain took her between her legs. She was speaking aloud in a hoarse whisper.
"No don't do this, not here, let me go. Stop."
As she writhed on the ground he used her fingers to drag her bra free of her breasts so that it bunched up around her neck and he unzipped the back of her skirt and pulled it down. She was covered in dirt now and still writhing as she tried to recover her modesty but the skirt was free of her feet and he threw it a few feet from her. The young woman was terror stricken that she could at any moment be discovered by the people who were walking dogs or eating ice cream just a few metres away and her terror increased as she saw her hands go to the waistband of her black panties.
