Psychic Driver Device
Have you ever heard of the invention’s secrecy act? If you haven’t, let me tell you, it sucks for inventors like me. I came up with a converter that can absorb EM radiation from the air, and turn it into viable power so one ten square foot sheet of collector could power an entire house, and everything going at the same time, with no problems. This was stollen from me by the government.
I came up with a portable way to make clouds produce rain. With one small rocket that shoots out small particles of aluminum, and the cloud will drop half its moisture in a steady 0.05 inches per minute. This was taken away from me by the government.
I came up with a road way surface that will last until the sun goes red giant, and this was stripped from me. How about an engine that runs on compressed water and air that can be produced at home, and this was appropriated from me by the government. How about an improved cell phone that has a battery that would last for nearly three months between charges, but the government took this too.
I was pissed off more and more, so I came up with something that would stop the government from taking my inventions. I came up with a mind control device. It wasn’t that hard. I called it my psychic driver device. It was mostly optical, but you shine the light into a person’s eyes, and their mind starts thinking whatever you program into the device. They not only start thinking what you want, but they will keep thinking it, and keep thinking it, and over and over again until they accept as true whatever you program into the device. Every time they try to fight, whatever, their mind will keep thinking the command until they fully accept it, again. It’s the ultimate in self-compliance.
So, when I came up with a way for robots to create other robots using programming and 3-D printing of carbon stripped from the air turned into nano-tubes, I just had to wait. I didn’t have to wait long for the G-men to show up. A single zap from my psychic driver and at the speed of thought, I had half a dozen men in suits on their knees before me.
I was safe from the government, and in weeks I was stinking rich. I was so rich I could do anything, so I went to the state’s Comic Con with knowledge I could afford anything I wanted. If you don’t know what Comic Con is, think of the biggest collection of nerds, and nerd associates in your area all in one place. You can find any comic book, any cartoon, and any figurine you can think of at Comic Con. This is also when and where people can play dress-up.
Take any cartoon, movie, comic book, video game, or TV show that involves fantasy of any kind, and there will be someone dressed up that way. It is called Cosplay for obvious reasons. Finding a woman dressed up as a comic book character is one of the hottest things I can think of. I think it has to do with the idea that if she can dress up and pretend to have super powers, then she can pretend to like me. What really turns me on are the women that take cosplay serious enough to build up muscles and get breast implants. These women are few and far between, but they are out there.
I went to the Comic Con dressed up as an obscure 1970’s villain, Space Sleeper. In the comic Space Sleeper would go from planet to planet, making people fall asleep with my hypno-gun, and robbing them. In the comics the Universe Authority would usually come in and break the hypno-gun, or Space Sleeper’s jaw, or both. I was rather delighted when I came to the convention wearing the baggy silver space suit, and someone shouted out, “Space Sleeper!” As you can guess my hypno-gun was actually the psychic driver in disguise as a gun with a large spinning spiral on the end. I even motorized the spiral so it would rotate when I turned on the device.
My first real conquest was a woman “dressed” up as a fictional video game fighter. The outfit had a large opening in front, held together by a single strand of leather, over augmented breasts the size of cantaloupes. I loved the skin tight metallic purple and flat black outfit, as well as her prominent abdominal muscles. She was the first woman I zapped into wanting to please me, completely. She wanted to drag me to my room and fuck me right then and there. I wanted more slaves.
My next cosplay babe was dressed up like a bat themed crime fighting porn star. Her hair was black, and her muscles were huge. Her breasts were slightly smaller than grapefruits. I loved how her dark gray latex top molded around her breasts. I also loved her bare arms and shoulders, showing an impressive set of muscles. She could have worked on her abdominal muscles more, but she was beyond nice looking. I’ll it her tight short gray latex hot-pants were very nice.
I went for one more woman. I was looking for something impressive, and found it. Blonde hair, big breasts, tight muscular body, and wearing a full body spider themed outfit. It was the happy look on her face that did it. Someone in the crowd yelled there should be a reboot between Space Sleeper and Spider-babe. We took pictures together for the crowd. I even zapped her before everyone, and people thought she was acting. They thought she was acting when she swore to obey me completely. They thought I was acting when I told her to come to my room after the show.
It wasn’t acting.
I made the women keep most of their costumes on. Spider-babe ripped a hole in the bottom of her skin tight red and blue outfit for access to her dripping slit. Bat-babe did have to peel off her short shorts. The fighter just pulled her bottoms to the side. The fighter wasn’t much of a fighter as she gave zero resistance to my cock plunging into her and making her cry out in pleasure. The crime fighter couldn’t defend against me taking her from behind and using her impressive breasts for leverage to pull her onto my shaft. Spider-babe was on her back and wrapped her legs around me to pull me deep inside of her. While I had my way with one, the other two were embracing their newly created bi-sexual side. There’s something about watching two women sixty-nine while I pound away at a third that feels so erotic to me.
After releasing my load twice, and the women having countless orgasms, we were done. They peppered me with questions about what they could do to please me. I gave them the whole, muscles, breasts, good looks, sexy outfits, and a burning unyielding desire to please me in every way possible. By then I was tired and wanted to sleep. The women didn’t. They wanted to make everyone please me, just like they did. I was too tired to care. I got onto the bed and made them get on the bed with me. Then I told them to sleep, and they all dropped like rag dolls. I rather enjoyed sleeping with three worshiping babes cuddling with me.
I was alone in bed when I woke up, but the babes were all still there. They had my psychic driver ray-gun hooked up to a laptop I’d never seen before. The women had gone to their rooms and brought back all of their electronics. Just as I got my eyes to focus on what they were doing the spider-babe, still in costume, pressed a button on her laptop in a dramatic fashion. That’s when my cell phone received a message. The babes stopped me from answering it.
It seems that spider-babe and video game fighter were both engineers, and bat-babe was a programmer for a cell phone company. The three of them thought to please me by making the entire world obey me, or a very large chunk of it. They knew that my hypno-gun was the key, so after I fell asleep, they woke up from my snoring and devised a plan to enslave as much of the world as possible. Now, my psychic driver ray was coming through people’s cell phones, making them want to please me, and then a list of commands I’d already given my babes were being enacted all over the world.
I’m not sorry. The very first thing I did was make the government give me back all my inventions, and then I sold them to the highest bidder. I have more money than I could spend in twenty lifetimes. Women all over the world are developing their bodies to my preferences. Cosplay has become a big business in every corner of the world. The world’s entertainment companies are putting out quality superhero movies and TV shows. The comic books have gone back to good writers and started putting out good stories with well-developed characters. Of course, most wars and conflicts are over. Many people are focusing on science and technology, taking my lead. Green energy has been examined for cost/benefit to decide how things should move forward. Things are moving forward in a positive way.
With everything set up, I’m enjoying the fruits of my labor. Mostly other people’s labor. Mostly women’s labor, on my cock. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t get as much pussy as I want. There isn’t a day that goes by that my servants, and slaves, are not dressed in fetish superhero costumes. Once a week my psychic driver is broadcast to everyone in the world, just to make sure everyone stays under my control. I don’t have a fear of anyone breaking free of my control, but better safe than sorry. Now, the hardest part of my life, is trying to figure out new and exciting ways for costumed sexpots to please me.