MK Ultra Files: Lightning and Thunder
I’ve got to say getting a woman was easier than I’d expected, and getting women was just as easy. It helps when you have access to all of the MK Ultra files. For anyone who doesn’t know, MK Ultra was a very hush-hush government program that tried to create mind controlling techniques. For a not-safe-for-work read look up their project called Midnight Climax. The thing is, no one was supposed to know about MK Ultra, except for a few people at the Central Intelligence Agency.
The public was never supposed to know about MK Ultra either. If it wasn’t for a few files that were accidently put into the budgeting office of the CIA, there would have never been a record of MK Ultra anywhere. Those few files are what were released to the public, and that’s also when the shit hit the fan. This was in the 1970’s mind you, so things were still a little raw politically.
I’m telling you all this to tell you, I have a copy of all of the files. I found them in my late grandfather’s old books of photographic negatives. He used to work for the records department for the CIA, and wouldn’t talk about anything he did there. He was also a very involved photographer, and won a number of awards for his pictures. At some point he must have snuck a camera into the CIA and took pictures of lots of things he shouldn’t have.
The alien stuff was a disappointment.
Being a Kennedy sucks.
We really did go to the moon because the CIA left a listening device up there.
Even the CIA didn’t know what was happening in the Bermuda triangle.
MK Ultra had dozens of ways to make people into anything they wanted.
When you hear about how the CIA mixed LSD with hypnosis, and hoped to make a sleeper agent, you realized, you’ve seen that movie. In real life that didn’t work very well. Psychic driving was where a person was broken down mentally, forced to sleep with a recording that said one command over and over again, and this had limited success. Most of the MK Ultra projects had limited success. There was one that didn’t.
Someone came up with an algorithm that was hugely complex and became known as project Lightning and Thunder. It would create an image and sound combination that would overload the human mind, and make that person’s mind open to any command given. Here’s the tradeoff. It had to be high definition, and in color. There was only one TV on the market in the 1970’s that had 1080p resolution with a pixel density over four-hundred. This TV was so expensive MK Ultra could only afford one of them. It worked amazingly well, if you could get someone to sit in front of it. MK Ultra was shut down a month after making huge strides in making people do whatever they wanted with lightning and thunder.
Records were destroyed, people were threatened, and many people were suicided. My grandfather developed the negatives, and they sat in his binders of photo negatives for over half a century. I sent the negatives through a machine I got to turn the negatives into digital photos, and was blown away by what I found. I also was desperate to use my computer skills to recreate Lightning and Thunder. Why, you might ask? Because we’re all basically carrying around a high-definition screen in our pockets. Nearly ninety-nine percent of the world has a cell phone that could use the algorithm. I also wanted a woman in my life.
I had been dating this sexy red head for nearly two years. Geena used sex to get what she wanted, and often she used this against me. I gave her money, clothes, shopping trips, vacations, and all she needed to do was be naked, and give me a blow-job from time to time. She never really loved me. I found that out when she dumped me for some other guy that was taller, beefier, and wealthier than me. Who better than to test out Lightning and Thunder on, than the woman who broke my heart.
I sent the program I made to Geena and waited the five minutes for it to do its thing. In five minutes and ten seconds I got texted a close up of Geena pulling her shirt and bra up to show her firm round breasts. In moments I got her declarations of love and obedience texted to me.
Moments later she called.
“Master,” Geena’s sultry voice said over the phone, “I am so sorry I denied you. Please, forgive me, take me, use me, or anything. I am yours. mind, body, and soul. Just tell me what you want of me.”
“Strip naked and come over to my place,” I commanded.
I heard a squeal of delight over the phone. “OH YES, MASTER!” Geena cried out. “I’m—, shit, my keys were in my pants. Okay I have them now. I’ll head right there. I’m at work, but I’ll be there in minutes.”
I chuckled at myself. I wondered what people at the computer repair place thought when Geena stripped and went out to her car. I didn’t ponder that question long as my phone started getting messages pouring in. There were dozens of women in various stages of undress declaring me their Master, and although not knowing me, wishing to be my sex slaves. I forgot about that. I had implanted in the Lightning and Thunder the idea that after being brainwashed, they’d share the video with all the sexy women they knew.
Quickly my phone was getting overloaded with messages from sexy women all but fucking themselves with their phone’s camera. I couldn’t even see faces in most of them. I did see just about every type of breast and pussy in the known world. First it was a few dozen women, then hundreds, and then there were thousands upon thousands of women willing to do anything and everything for me.
While waiting for Geena I sent out some commands through the Lightning and Thunder program. I started with the idea I was not interested in any woman under the age of eighteen, so don’t bother with anything relating to me or my program until they could legally vote. In fact, I like my women a bit more mature than me, so thirty is my ideal age for a woman, but I didn’t say that to anyone. I do like my women with decent muscle tone, so I put in that I like my women with a bit of muscularity to them, so if they didn’t have abs showing when not flexing, don’t bother me until they did. I also strongly insinuated that women with breast implants were at the top of the list. I slipped in that men wouldn’t care what their women did if it related to me.
I sent out the commands just as Geena was knocking on my door. I opened it to a stunning sight. Geena with her long red hair the color of a ripe apple, her firm round breasts, and toned tummy. Her pussy was already glistening with wet desire. Geena also had half a dozen women around her, also nude, also ready for sex.
“Master!” Geena said and dropped to the ground in a full-on bow. The rest of the naked women quickly imitated her.
“I could get use to this,” I saying. “Okay, everyone to the bedroom. Let’s try and break my bed.”
“All of us?” One brunette asked curious.
“Well, you are all now bi-sexual, so hell yeah,” I said pulling off my own clothes. The gasp and look of sudden sexual desire for someone other than myself crossed the women’s faces.
I never did learn all of their names. I was fucking one blond while there was a big breasted brunette under her licking the blonde’s clit. Some dirty blonde was licking the brunette’s clit. One woman with dark brown skin had huge biceps and those biceps were working at a dark-haired Asian woman’s pussy like a speed machine. A brunette with short cropped hair was scissoring an Asian woman thick with muscles.
My memory got blurry after that, and cumming more than I had expected. I woke up with even more women in my bed. There were women lining up outside my place to do anything I wanted. It was a teenage boy’s wet dream. I had countless pussies to slide my dick into. I had women eager to do anything I wanted, begging to please me. It was wonderful.
All good things come to an end, and that end was when I ran into a sexy blond chick from Russia. Her English wasn’t great, but the commands from Lightning and Thunder were simple enough they’d made her my slave. Her husband on the other hand had trouble understanding a word of English. He also had a problem with me plowing his wife. To resolve that problem, the very angry gentleman shot me.
I nearly died.
If it wasn’t for my women fighting off the guy, their quick thinking of emergency medical care, and rushing me to the hospital faster than an ambulance, I wouldn’t have made it. I lost a rib. I’m out several feet of intestine. I also have the bullet that nearly killed me as a souvenir.
I also got the unwanted attention of the federal government. It didn’t take them long to hack my phone, and get the program. It seems they couldn’t undo what Lightning and Thunder had already done, but they could stop it from claiming anymore victims. They’re words, not mine. We made a deal. They could have the program, and I wouldn’t be charged with anything. I’d also get to keep my women. I was fine with that. Even if I had sex with a different woman each night, it would take decades to get through them all.
That was then, and this is now. Now, I’ve got women eager to obey me. I have wealth beyond my imagination from all my women. I get to have sex with as many women as I can handle. I’ll it, as good as it is, it could be better.
Yes, the government took my phone. Yes, they took my computers. Yes, they took my grandfather’s negatives. What they didn’t take was the digital images of those photos, since a copy of those were on the cloud. Recuperating in bed gave me lots of time to work on a new Lightning and Thunder. This one will be multilingual. It will be spread to everyone, not just hot women. I’ll make sure the world, or at least most of it, will be under my control. You’ll know that I’ve taken over when you see big breasted women pumping iron at the gym while wearing next to nothing. Who knows, by the time you’re reading this, it might have already happened. Are you at the gym right now?