Long-term Test
It was a hard call. Did I want money, or fame? I had a choice. You see, I’m a researcher into the human brain. I made a link between the mind and the brain, and how to manipulate one to control the other. In doing so I could either publish my work and get my Nobel Prize in medicine, or I could use it on people in a way to make them slaves. I could sell the slaves, or make them give me everything they have. As you can see, a dilemma.
I made the first link when I was in my early twenties. I was about to graduate from undergrad with a degree in biology, and start my graduate program. I was your normal geeky guy with glasses, bad hair, and no social life. It was in two books that were completely different subjects that I first found two molecules in the human brain that were eerily similar. One is made when you go into REM sleep, and the other produced in a lab called GWX. I got ahold of GWX and tested it out on an unsuspecting woman. Moments after she drank her tea, she all but collapsed onto the desk in front of her. It lasted for about an hour. In REM your mind is in a sleep mode where dreams happen, or more specifically, your mind has little resistance to stimulation.
My next big breakthrough came just as I was about to enter my doctoral program. A small electro-magnetic pulse to the site just between the cranial nerve nuclei XI and XII would make a person unable to prevent stimuli from being filtered out by the human mind. I had to test this.
The undergrad was very attractive. Her brown hair and dimples won me over. Her body was just short of stunning. When she looked at me with those deep brown eyes I was won over. She had a boyfriend. It was the first thing she said to me. Still, I welcomed her into my lab. The first test was a calibration of sorts. I got to mapping out her brain. Nothing odd happened that first test.
The second test I had the GWX set up. I claimed it was a non-toxic tracker so I could see what was happening. She was reluctant at first, but decided that I was being so analytical that she trusted me. Well, that was a mistake. She was deep into the artificial sleep as I put her in the chair, and started shooting her brain with the electro-magnetic pulse. Seeing the decrease in brain activity on the monitors I put the headphones on her, and started playing my special recording.
She woke up about an hour later. I confess I was nervous as hell. She apologized for falling asleep, rubbing her eyes. Then when she saw me the look of complete joy, lust, and devotion filled her face. She instantly started telling me how sexy I looked, and how any girl should be thrilled to be my girlfriend. When I told her that I didn’t have a girlfriend, she volunteered. I reminded her of her boyfriend. She claimed he was nothing to her, and that I was more important than anything. It was exactly as I programmed her to be.
The programming started wearing off after about a week. The brain is so plastic that it can reshape as needed. I noticed the program wearing off when she was under my desk, giving me a blow job. The sexual stimulation of my cock going into her warm wet mouth kept me focused on my work. Feeling her head bobbing up and down, her tongue sliding along my shaft, and her lips firmly around my rod, it gave me a good feeling that only her vagina was better at. The thing is, I can’t work when I was fucking her. When I said I was close, she asked if she could spit out my cum. This is when I realized the programming was weakening.
I got her back under with the GWX and back on the chair, and zapped her brain with the EMP. She was again my loving slave. The problem was, it wouldn’t last. I needed something that would last.
I was just about to get my doctoral degree. I was confident I could defend my thesis in brain development in an electromagnetic environment. However, my slave was becoming less and less under my control. It was then I hit upon a new chemical compound. If you’ve ever heard of ‘forever chemicals’ it is a lot like that. A derivative of Perfluorohexanoic acid this chemical goes into the brain, and stays there. If you it it at just the right time, then the brain will sort of lock into the state it is as long as the chemical lasts. Which for PFHxA, is longer than the human lifespan.
I’d added lights and sounds to my setup when I finally had my, now annoying, slave get into the chair. I gave her the GWX, I zapped her brain with the EMP, I started up the lights and sounds to subdue her mind. I started her reeducation program. I also istered the PFHxA. She woke up as my slave again, but this time I wanted a long-term test.
I sent my slave away with some commands that if she were to follow would have a dramatic change to her body, mind, and lifestyle. I got to work defending my thesis.
I was now a doctor. A number of companies wanted me to work for them, and I took the best paying job. I also had a side business that nearly no one knew about. I’d bring women to my place, and enslave them. When they were enslaved, they would do anything I wanted, including becoming the slave to people who would pay me. Word got around quick that I was a magical man. A woman wants a divorce, one visit to me, and she’s her husband’s loving slave. A mistress threatening to go public, and after seeing me, she’s more than happy to do anything to keep the secret. Some hot intern not giving you any action, and after I meet her, she’s a sexual wild cat. It didn’t take long to be making more money from my side gig than from my legitimate job.
I even made the apparatus portable, and fined tuned things to cut down on time. A suitcase size mind control machine. Twenty minutes with me, and the person, man or woman, is putty in my hands, or a warm mouth around my cock. I’ll it that I was living the fun life of a bachelor. I had two live in slaves, that worked as my maid and cook, and fuck-toys. One blonde, and the other black hair, one pale skin, and the other dark brown skin, one tall, and the other short, but both toned, tight, and with enhanced breasts. I picked them up at my local gym, and to all their friends and families, they’re very happy with their change in life.
Five years since I got my PhD, I went back to see my first slave. I wanted to see if my conditioning had held. It was a surprise to see her. She still had brown hair, and dimples. Her body was morphed into something almost unearthly. She’d dropped her body fat to a nearly unhealthy five percent. She’d been weightlifting since I sent her away, and now her muscles were packed under her tanned tight skin. She’d gotten implants that were so large and buoyant that if she walked into a wall, her nose would never touch. The wicked thing was she wore as little as possible with a top that might as well have been a skimpy bikini, and shorts that were smaller than most panties. This showed off her body to all the guys, and some girls, that loved to look. She’d never been with a man since me. This was just as I had commanded of her.
She saw me, squealed with joy, and ran to me as fast as her huge boobs would allow. I could tell she was fighting herself to not drop down and suck me off. I got her someplace private and we talked. Well, we talked after one of her blow-jobs and she eagerly swallowed my cum. She’d worked hard to afford her implants, and was taking supplements to replace hormones from her fat loss. She’d been modeling, doing clothing shoots, and putting the body I made her have, out to the world. Unnoticed by me, she’d won half a dozen fitness and figure competitions. Regardless, one of the first things she said to me, and kept saying, was she would obey me completely.
I wanted to fuck her so bad. I also wanted to fuck this one Latino woman I saw working out in the gym. As a test I made my slave bring my target to this little private area I found. My slave obeyed without question as I set up my suitcase machine. A surprise injection of my new compound that send the Latino to sleep, and my slave used her impressive muscles to get the woman into position.
While the machine did its thing, I fucked my slave. I instantly realized what I’d been missing as I entered her pussy. With her new body, she was familiar, but different. I loved the firm ass she developed. When she was on her back, I used her huge breasts as handles as I repeatedly slammed into her, pulling her towards me. She had many orgasms, being commanded to be multi-orgasmic. Eventually, I pulled out and sprayed my slave with my cum.
The Latino was finished, with my new machine making the process only take twenty minutes. This woman was now my slave, and nothing could ever change that. I ended up taking my two slaves back to my place and fucking them both. I modified their sexual preferences with a command. Now they would eagerly lick each other, touch each other, finger each other, with all the sexual ion they had for me.
I couldn’t get over how good it felt to be with my first slave. For the first time, in years, I finally found something that I’d been lacking. I was comfortable. Not just having my cock inside of her, but in other ways too. When I had my arm around her while we slept, when we were just talking in the kitchen, and when she came back to my place after hours of working out, I was happy to see her.
I put a ring on it. It was a quiet affair, barely twenty people were at our wedding. We had our honeymoon on an Alaskan boat cruise. I’d never been and she was eager to see nature. We fucked for hours. I was comfortable with just my one slave, even if I did bring along my mind control suitcase. There was no desire to enslave anyone else. My wife, odd to say that, was more than enough for me.
Four months after getting married my wife was waiting for me when I got home from work. She was holding something in her hand, and a nervous look on her face. I was happy to see her, but concerned by her look. She then held up what she was holding. It was a positive pregnancy test.