The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Prologue

Dr. Gabriel Wilson paced back and forth in front of the dry erase board in his laboratory, examining the equations and formulas that he had written there, staring at the noticeable blank space into which he hoped to put the final piece of this puzzle.

“I need something that facilitates oxidization. I need something renewable. I need... I...”

Tiffany, his student assistant, perked her head up. “Did you figure it out?”

“I.. I think so!”

He ran back to his computer and typed in a few words. The silence in the laboratory accentuated the sound of him clicking on his mouse button a few times.

Tiffany cautiously stood up and approached her mentor. Before she could get too close, he yelled out, “Yes!”

“What?”

He walked back over to the dry erase board and quickly scribbled some information into the blank space, ignoring the physics major whom he advised.

“C’mon Dr. Wilson! Talk to me!”

He sighed deeply and smiled. “Could you please pull down the map of the world over there?”

“Um, sure.” She did as he requested “What are we doing with the map?”

“Do you know where the Black Sea is, Tiffany?”

“Yeah. That’s over here to the south of Russia, right?” She looked at the map and, after looking at both the Black Sea and the Caspian Sea, found the correct body of water on the map.

“Do you know why it’s called the Black Sea?”

“Um, I, er, well....” Tiffany decided that this was one question she couldn’t bluff her way out of. “No, I don’t think so.”

“If you take a piece of silver and dip it into the waters of this oversized lake, your silver will turn black.”

“Really?”

“Yes. It’s nothing more than a combination of sulfur and the oxidization of the metal, but the ancient Russians obviously wouldn’t have known that. It’s perfectly safe, and, in fact, the water is quite healthful.”

“And you think the water from the Black Sea is what you need to perfect your invention?”

“I do. Do you see that diamond-shaped spit of land at the north end of the sea?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s the Crimean Peninsula. Very historic place. Obviously, the Crimean War was fought there. But it was also the base of operations for Genghis Khan from when he invaded Russia. And, of course, the city of Yalta, at the southern tip of the peninsula, is where Stalin, Roosevelt, and Churchill met in one of their most important conferences to end World War II. It’s really a beautiful place. Also, both Aleksandr Pushkin and Anton Chekhov found a fair amount of inspiration from the beauty of the place, too. If you get a chance you should read the poem ‘The Fountain of Bakhchisarai’ or the short story ‘Lady with a Lapdog.’”

“The Fountain of what?”

“Bakhchisarai. It’s sometimes referred to as the fountain of tears because of the way water drips through it. Pushkin visited it and started the tradition of putting two roses on the fountain in honor of the people for whom it was designed.”

Tiffany opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t quite put the words together to suggest that she was interested in joining the professor if he was going halfway across the world to a place of such supposed history and beauty.

“Would you like me to see if I can get approval from the university to bring you with me?”

Tiffany responded immediately and enthusiastically. “Yes!”

“I can’t make any promises, of course. And if you are allowed to come with me, you’re going to need to make sure you’ve got all of your vaccinations straight. Do you have a passport?”

“Yes.”

He smiled broadly. She obviously didn’t realize what his new invention was supposed to do. All he knew was that he had been silently lusting after Tiffany ever since he was named her advisor. This invention, if it works, would be a great way to turn some of his fantasies with this girl—or any other girl for that matter—into reality. “Let me talk to the Dean.”

“Thank you, Professor. Could you tell me the name of that poem I should check out again?”

“I’ll write it down for you.”

“Thank you again.”

“Keep your fingers crossed. I’ll let you know when I hear something.”

Chapter 1 — Arrival

As their airplane landed in Simferopol, the capital city of the Crimea, Tiffany looked over at her professor and smiled. “It’s good to finally be here.”

“Yup. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to getting into a nice comfortable bed and sleeping.”

“Me, too. We can do our research in the morning.”

“Agreed. Out of curiosity, did you have the chance to read the poem I told you about?”

“You mean the one about the fountain of tears? Yes! It was beautiful.”

“Well, maybe if we have the time at the end of the week, we’ll go check it out.”

“That would be cool.”

The pilot of the plane went over the loudspeaker in the plane and spoke in Ukrainian, Russian, German, and English, to announce their arrival and to inform everyone that the local time was 8:24 pm. Tiffany and Dr. Wilson both looked at their watches and adjusted the time.

She smiled at her advisor. “So we’re seven hours ahead of home, huh?”

“Looks like it.”

They deboarded the plane and found their way through the somewhat small airport to the baggage pickup. Dr. Wilson was carrying the vital parts of his experiment with him because he didn’t want it to get damaged by the handlers.

Once they retrieved their luggage, Tiffany looked at the professor again. “What’s the name of our hotel?”

“Palmira Palace. They should have a shuttle to bring us there from here.”

They followed the signs to an escalator, which they took downstairs to a place where drivers awaited their passengers. A man wearing sunglasses was holding a sign which bore the name of their hotel. A woman stood next to him, smiling.

Dr. Wilson approached the woman and spoke slowly. “My assistant and I have reservations at the Palmira.”

“Yes, thank please. What is name?”

“My name is Gabriel Wilson, and my assistant is Tiffany Marquez.” He looked at the woman’s clipboard and pointed to both of their names as he said them.

“Yes. I trust you had safe flight?”

“It wasn’t too bad, thank you.”

“We await one other family. When they arrive, we depart.”

Dr. Wilson and Tiffany stepped away from the representatives of the hotel. He scowled at his student. “I saw you snickering while I was confirming our ride to the hotel. What was so funny?”

“I’m sorry, but she sounded almost exactly like Natasha from the old Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoons. I started wondering if he sounded like Boris. It was all I could do not to ask her to say, ‘Moose and squirrel’.”

“And I’m sure they can hear something in our voices to make fun of, too.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

A man cautiously approached the driver and his assistant to take them to the hotel. After a short while, he indicated for two people to join him. Tiffany guessed that the three of them were taking a family vacation. The daughter, she surmised, was about her own age.

The five tourists followed their guides to a large van and got in. The man with the sunglasses helped store their luggage. Dr. Wilson held onto his carry-on bag tightly.

Rather than make a scene, the driver and his assistant let the professor keep his bag.

Once they started moving, Tiffany tried to engage the other family in small talk. “You guys here on vacation? Ever been here before?”

The daughter looked at her and said, “Entshuldigung?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t speak ... whatever language it is you’re speaking.”

Dr. Wilson leaned over Tiffany and whispered, “German.”

“That was German?”

“Yes. She said, ‘Excuse me.’ Yalta is quite popular among the Germans.”

“I see.” Tiffany looked at the daughter again and asked, “Do you speak English?”

“A small bit.”

“Where are you from?”

“Berlin. And you?”

“New York.”

“Why have you to Yalta come?”

“Research,” Dr. Wilson interrupted the conversation. The daughter saw the look on his face and quickly turned away.

For the remainder of the trip, the two groups of tourists chatted amongst each other, pausing, as necessary, to listen to the tour guide point out historical points of interest. Tiffany perked up when the guide said something about the town of Bakhchisarai, and the center of the “Khanstvo” where Genghis Khan had maintained his base.

The ride from the airport to the hotel, in the end, took a little bit less than two hours through a somewhat mountainous terrain.

When they finally arrived at their hotel, Dr. Wilson and Tiffany were treated regally and escorted up to adjacent rooms. After her luggage arrived, Tiffany stepped out onto the balcony, and admired the beautiful scenery of this resort town.

She inhaled deeply as she took in the beauty of a deep blue sky, with two or three clouds floating by. The sky was reflected in the calm waters of the Black Sea. She looked off to her left and saw a green mountain that dipped directly into the water.

She took a picture of this scene with her camera and walked back into her room. After she changed into her nightgown, she lay down in the bed and quickly fell asleep.

Chapter 2 — On the Beach

The following morning, Tiffany woke up and decided again to look out over the sea from her balcony. She was still somewhat amazed that she was here, with her favorite professor and advisor. A moment of peace swept over her. She closed her eyes and let out a deep, contented sigh.

She listened to the sounds of the birds flying around the water and on the beach below. As their calls echoed around her, she thought more about Dr. Wilson. Would she have the chance to tell him that she’d always thought he was somewhat attractive, in a geeky kind of way? That part of the reason why she was so eager to come to this place with him was to see if he had even an iota of interest in her? Even if she had the chance to do so, should she? Or would that be crossing some line of impropriety?

After a few short moments, Dr. Wilson stepped out onto his balcony. He glanced over at her and smiled. “Did you get a good sleep?”

“Wonderful! You?”

“Yes.” After a short pause, he picked up again. “Are you ready to go down to the water?”

“I just need to change into my bathing suit.”

“I do too. I’ll come by your room in fifteen minutes, if that’s all right.”

“That’s perfect.”

As promised, the professor knocked on her door fifteen minutes later. Tiffany smiled as she opened the door, buttoning the last button on the white blouse she was using to cover the top half her black bathing suit. She adjusted her white skirt and told her advisor, “Let me just put my sandals on and I’ll be ready to go.”

“Take your time.”

She looked at him. Judging by his outfit, she would have guessed he was about to give a lecture back home, not hanging out on the beach. “You could dress a bit more, um, casually.”

“I just don’t want you seeing my legs.”

Tiffany wanted to say that she didn’t mind. Instead she just laughed. “But won’t you want to get into the water?”

“Maybe later. After I’m done with the experiment.”

She let out a sigh. “All right.”

“But if you want to get in the water once we’re down there, you’re more than welcome to.”

“We’ll see.”

The two of them headed out of the hotel and down the winding path that leads to the beach. There was no shortage of street vendors selling just about anything they could find. Tiffany paused to admire a set of Russian nesting dolls and made a mental note for herself to come back here and see if she could still pick it up later.

As they got closer to the water, they saw more and more people sunbathing. Tiffany paused for a moment to stare. “Is this a nude beach?”

“No, why?”

“Well, half of the women out there are only wearing a bikini bottom.”

“I guess it’s just more socially acceptable here than it is back home.”

“I guess.” Her voice trailed off. Looking around at some of the people on the beach, she chuckled to herself. There was a very attractive but topless woman playing ping-pong against two guys who looked like they were about her own age. She decided against saying anything about how the woman was bound to win that particular match.

“Please try not to stare.”

She laughed but didn’t say another word. Soon enough, they arrived at a spot near the slowly moving water. She threw down a blanket on the small rocks that made up the beach and kicked her shoes off. “Do you mind if I get in the water?”

“Be my guest. Let me know how it feels.”

She took off her blouse and skirt, revealing a black one-piece bathing suit. He made every effort not to look like he was staring at her body, but this suit accentuated all of her curves to the point that he felt self-conscious about how he was feeling, as though his thoughts on display for anyone and everyone to see.

She stepped forward and dipped a toe into the water. “It’s pretty warm, actually.”

“I’m not surprised, this time of year.”

“And so amazingly clear. I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“Look! A school of jellyfish!”

“But, they don’t really, um.... you know, they don’t look like... I mean, they’re so... well, not, um, translucent.”

Dr. Wilson laughed. “Remember. We’re in a closed ecological system. You don’t usually see these kinds in TV and in the movies. If those other swimmers are any indication, I don’t think they’ll hurt you.”

Tiffany nodded but didn’t want to move until the school had moved on. He laughed.

Once the reddish-colored fish had moved away from Tiffany, she pinched her nose and dove straight into the water.

When she surfaced a few seconds later, she shook the water out of her hair and walked slowly back towards the shore. “I could stay here on the beach forever!”

Dr. Wilson looked up from the flask he was filling with water from the sea, to tell her, “I would appreciate your help with my experiment.”

“Fair enough. Where is it now?”

“Back at the hotel.”

“Why’d you leave it there? Why didn’t you bring it down here with you?”

“Because, um, it’s kind of bright out here. It would help if we could be somewhere where we had some control over how bright or dark it is.”

“Okay. That makes sense. Is that all you’re doing, collecting water?”

“No. I can also prep some of the water for infusion into the unit when I get back up to my room.”

“How long do you think that’ll take?”

“I don’t know. Maybe about a half hour or so...”

Although she didn’t say anything, she wanted to stay here in the water for longer than that. She hoped her scowl made that point clear enough for her advisor.

He chuckled lightly. “We can stay down here for about an hour before we go back. We can always come back here later.”

“All right.”

She dove back into the water and intentionally kicked some water up high enough to splash a few drops onto his clothes. He didn’t react to this act.

He filled two more flasks and then dropped a small metal rod into each flask. He glanced down at the flasks and watched the small bubbles rise to the surface. He leaned back and watched his student enjoying the water. He let out a deep sigh as she splashed playfully in the water.

Chapter 3 — Experimentation

After Tiffany had tired of swimming, they agreed to return to the hotel to put his invention to the test.

“All right, Tiffany. Before we do this, why is a flashlight a good test of this technology?” Two flashlights were laid out on the desk in his room. He picked up one and held it up before her.

“Because we can measure both the voltage of the battery and the brightness of the bulb itself.”

“Correct. If this battery works properly, we will have an inexpensive, reusable source that creates unlimited energy. It’ll be a stretch to adapt this to large electrical devices, like cars, buses, and planes, but it’s a damn good start.”

“So what do we do first?”

“We fill the battery,” he said, pointing to the midsized black metal box that lay in the middle of the table. “Do you have the funnel?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Good! Now I need you to hold it ... here.” He adjusted her hand to balance the funnel properly over the intake valve.

As his hand came in contact with hers, she let out a slight gasp. Fearing that this might have revealed something she wasn’t entirely comfortable with, she started to giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I thought of this last night and.. well, you’d... I’m not sure you’d appreciate it.” Although this was true, she didn’t want to admit the real reason for giggling.

He cracked a slight smile. “Try me.”

“Well, you know that poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson? The Charge of the Light Brigade? Well, that took place around here, didn’t it? In the Crimean War, right?”

“You’ve studied your history. Very good. So what’s so funny?”

“Well, I guess you could say that we’re the flashlight brigade. And we’re charging it now. See the connection?”

“That’s very clever.” He smiled at her and she blushed.

Soon, the battery was ready for its first real test. He inserted the battery into the flashlight and screwed the cover shut. “I guess we should start by using nominal power, shouldn’t we? We’ll try the higher power levels later.” He looked up at her.

She silently nodded agreement.

“Would you mind please turning out the lights?”

She smiled and switched off all of the lights in the room. A thin ray of light shone through the blinds behind him, but the room was otherwise quite dim, considering it was nearly noon on an otherwise beautiful day in this resort town.

As she was turning out the lights in the room, he slid the switch on the bottom of the flashlight to the N. Before he said or did anything else, he felt a slight pang of remorse, in the knowledge that he had misled her. While it was certainly plausible that the N would stand for nominal power, just as S could stand for semi-complete power, and C could have signified complete power, the reality was that these letters stood for “Nudity,” “Sluttiness,” and “Control.” That is, if they worked properly.

“Are you ready to try it out, Dr. Wilson?”

“What? Oh, yes, I guess I’m just a little bit nervous, that’s all.”

“Don’t blame you.”

“Well, all right. Here goes.” He grasped the flashlight firmly in his hand and aimed it at the wall, near where Tiffany stood. With his thumb, he pushed on the yellow power button.

They both paused as the machine started to emit a whirring noise. Gradually, the pitch of the noise increased and came to an abrupt stop. When the noise stopped, a thin but very bright beam of light penetrated the dimness of the room, visible in a circle that was barely larger than that of a standard flashlight from the same distance.

“That’s brighter than I expected,” Tiffany remarked.

“Me too, actually. We can measure the brightness in a minute. What’s most important right now, is the fact that it actually works.”

“Yeah.”

She glanced at the additional equipment that was stored neatly on a desk in the corner of the room. She found the small black box that measures the brightness of this light. “Do you want me break out the luminometer, Dr. Wilson?”

“Um, sure.” She turned around and held her hand out with the brightness meter. When her hand entered into the beam of light, she stopped moving. Her expression slackened, and her hand loosened its grip on the meter. The sound of the meter falling on the floor was muffled by the carpeting.

“Tiffany?”

She didn’t respond to his call. By this point, her face had lost all expression and her pupils became visibly dilated.

He stared at her for a moment. He wasn’t overly surprised at the fact that his student might as well now have been a mannequin, but there was still something disconcerting about this whole situation, too.

He took a deep breath and adjusted the beam of light to shine directly into her eyes. In spite of his shaky hands, he was able to hold the flashlight such that her mind absorbed all of the commands being generated by the flashlight. After what felt like an eternity, she closed her eyes.

“Looks like the reprogramming is complete,” he said softly to himself as he turned off the flashlight.

After a few seconds, she shook her head and smiled. “You know what would be a cool idea with that flashlight?”

“What’s that?”

She started to unbutton her blouse. “I’m going to take off all of my clothes. I want to see how well the light works, when highlighting my tits and my pussy.”

“What?”

She ignored him as she quickly stepped out of her skirt and then peeled off her bathing suit.

As she stood, completely nude in front of him with an expression that effectively said, “Ta-Daa!” he feigned some reluctance, in spite of his appreciation of her newfound lack of modesty.

“Um, Tiffany, do you like being naked?”

“I love it! Do you like what you see?”

He paused for a minute. Although the answer was definitely “yes,” he wondered if he ought express his desires.

“It’s very, um... nice.”

“Thank you! You’re sweet. Now, are you going to shine your flashlight on my tits or my pussy, or do I have to take it from you so that I can try it myself.”

He laughed. “All right, I guess.” The whirring noise did not sustain itself for as long as it had the previous time, when he turned the flashlight on again. He made a mental note of this point, and reminded himself to measure the duration of the whirring noise with each successive usage.

After a moment, a thin beam of light shone across the room and he adjusted its location to fall squarely over one of her breasts. She let out a gasp as the light came in contact with her bare skin.

He stood there in silent amazement as he watched her nipple stiffen. He looked up at her face and she was smiling broadly. “Do you like what you see?”

With a shaking hand, he redirected the light to her other breast. He stood there in amazement as that nipple tightened up as well. “How are you feeling?”

“Wonderful!” She lifted her hands from her sides and started to jiggle her breasts slightly. “Is there something else you’d like to get a good look at?”

He let out an audible gulp as he lowered the beam to focus directly on her slit and the “landing strip” of hair that grew directly above it. He smiled. He had heard that a lot of girls nowadays like to be completely clean-shaven but he was glad Tiffany wasn’t one of them.

It was hard to tell if the rigidity of her nipples was the result of some kind of sexual arousal or if she simply needed to acclimate herself to the newness of this situation. He asked her some more probing questions. “What do you mean by ‘wonderful’? Is there something you’d like to do right now?”

“I mean, well... wonderful. I want to show my body off to the world. That’s what I really want to do right now!”

He cocked his head to one side and smiled. “I guess I’d better turn off this flashlight for now.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, I’m not going to follow you around the whole world with this flashlight, am I?”

“But it was just an exp—”

“I know that. But I had a hard enough time keeping the light on you when you were standing still.”

He turned off the flashlight and walked around the room, turning the lights on and opening the blinds.

“Do you at least mind if I step out on the balcony for a minute?”

“Be my guest. But I’m not going to shine the light on you when you’re doing it.”

She sighed but otherwise put up no additional protest. As she stepped out onto the balcony, she looked around and saw the German girl from their van sitting in a chair on the balcony next door, reading a book. Tiffany smiled and said, “Are you enjoying your trip?”

The German girl nodded her head and said, “Ja!” Finally looking up from her book, the girl’s expression turned from what she reserved for friendly banter to confusion and disbelief. “Was machst du?”

“Huh? I’m sorry, I don’t speak German.”

The girl stopped and said. “Vhat are you doing? You are, um... How does one say.... You are, um, naked.”

“What, oh this? Yes, it feels great! Liberating! I’m free! You ought to try it.”

“Nein, Danke!” The German girl quickly shuffled back into her room.

Tiffany stepped closer to the railing on her balcony and looked out at the road below. If anyone happened to look up at her, she would wave to them and draw their attention to her as best as she could.

After a while, she decided she was done on the balcony, at least for now. She turned and headed back into Dr. Wilson’s hotel room. “That was fun!”

“I’m glad you had fun. Can I get you anything?”

“Well, I ... I was thinking that maybe you might want to try the semi-complete power setting now. See how bright that is.”

“Not a bad idea. Do you want to get dressed first?”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and shook her head. “You’re kidding, right?”

He decided not to press that issue any further, so he picked up the flashlight from his bed and gazed at it appreciatively. He turned the switch on the bottom to the ‘S’ and pointed it at the wall again. “Are you ready for me to do this?”

“Absolutely!”

He took a deep breath and pushed the power button. The whirring was louder and higher-pitched than the first time, but it persisted for a shorter amount of time than the two prior uses.

Both Tiffany and Dr. Wilson stood in amazement for a moment at the brightness of the light that now shone on the wall.

She looked back and forth between the spot of light on the wall, and her advisor, who was sitting a few feet away on the bed.

“Would you like me to shine this light on your breasts?”

“Yes, please!”

As the beam of light came into contact with her skin, she gasped loudly. As before, she stood motionless when the light came into contact with her skin.

When her eyes were visibly dilated, he raised the flashlight slowly so that the beam came in contact with her face. This time, when her mind was fully reprogrammed, she leaned forward and screamed, “Oh, yes!”

He felt compelled to ask her what he suspected. “Tiffany, did you just have an orgasm?”

“Oh, yes, baby! Now, what do I have to do, to get you naked hard, and inside of me?”

“Um....” He really didn’t know how to respond.

“Oh, come on, Gabriel!’ She stood up and started playing with her breasts, running her hands along her sides. Clumsily, she stepped forward and knocked over a lamp sitting on a side table. It fell into the wall, bounced off, and landed on the floor. Although the lamp did not break, the clatter momentarily distracted Tiffany.

When she regained her senses, she looked down at the lamp, stepped over it, and seductively approached her mentor and would-be lover, still sitting on the edge of the bed. She leaned forward and put her hands on his knees.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, seductively, as she let her breasts hang close to his face.

He smiled and hummed agreement.

“Do I turn you on?”

“More than you can possibly know......”

She started to unfasten his belt, when she was interrupted by a knock on the door. Tiffany looked at the door and sighed. She stood up straight and smiled, wondering what she should do next.

When the knocking persisted, she picked up the flashlight. Looking back at Dr. Wilson, Tiffany wagged a finger at him. “Don’t you go anywhere... Stud.”

Tiffany confidently walked to the door and opened it. On the other side of the door stood the German girl she had known from the trip to the hotel.

The girl scowled at Tiffany and asked, “Ist alles OK?”

“OK? Oh, yeah. Let me show you.”

Before the girl could register any emotion in response, Tiffany turned on the flashlight and aimed it directly at the face of the girl. Her expression slackened and her eyes dilated when the light kicked on following the short whirring sound.

Tiffany raised the beam of light to the girl’s eyes. Soon, her neighbor was moaning loudly in pleasure.

“Now, why don’t you come in and make yourself comfortable?”

“Is good idea, ja!”

Tiffany closed the door behind her neighbor. “You know, I never did find out your name. What’s your name?”

“Ingrid.”

“Well, Ingrid. How are you feeling?”

“Sehr gut!”

“Is there something you want?”

Ingrid stepped forward and placed her hands on Tiffany’s breasts. Tiffany shuddered. After a moment, Tiffany had found the bottom of Ingrid’s shirt and lifted it over her head, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Very nice, Ingrid. Very nice. Now why don’t you show yourself off to my friend over there...” Tiffany pointed to Dr. Wilson.

Ingrid, by this time overwhelmed by her own arousal, didn’t need to be told what to do, so she glanced over at the professor and smiled. “I didn’t know you weren’t alone.”

“Well, I do like to share.” Tiffany stepped close behind Ingrid, wrapped her hands around her torso, and started to squeeze, fondle, rub, and massage her new friend’s breasts as she crushed her own breasts against Ingrid’s back.

Ingrid calmly removed her shorts and underwear, exposing her visibly aroused slit to the man who now was much more interesting than she had first realized on the ride from the airport to this hotel.

The professor put up no resistance to Ingrid as she leaned forward to unfasten his belt and roll his pants down to his ankles.

Tiffany, seeing this, began to wonder if inviting the German girl into the room was a good idea. After a moment’s thought, she leapt forward and reached for her man’s solid hunk of meat. Ingrid fell backwards as Tiffany wrapped her lips around his member.

Tiffany promptly began sucking gently on his cock, hoping to get him ready to slide into her.

Ingrid, for her part, didn’t want to be kept away from the dick she wanted to claim as her own. She slowly moved forward and, from behind, began to tease, pinch, fondle, and grope at Tiffany’s breasts.

Tiffany let out a gasp but didn’t stop sucking on Dr. Wilson’s cock. If anything, the sensation that Ingrid was giving her only intensified her own need.

Kneeling on the floor before her advisor, Tiffany asked Dr. Wilson with as seductive a tone of voice as she had ever heard, “You’ve got something beautiful that I want. Whaddaya say we put it here?” She pointed between her legs.

Dr. Wilson leaned back and smiled. “If you insist.”

Tiffany squealed happily at his response. She jumped up on the bed next to him and started rubbing his stomach. She quickly straddled him, guiding his prick in between her swollen lips.

Ingrid, who had wanted his cock for herself, paused, crossed her arms, and started to pout.

Dr. Wilson, seeing her reaction, gestured for Ingrid to join him and Tiffany on the bed. She reluctantly did so, kneeling on the bed next to the two of them.

Once she had settled down next to the two of them, Dr. Wilson grabbed Ingrid’s hands and pulled her nearer to him. She fell awkwardly over his chest, and he immediately began playing with her tits. Ingrid let out a gasp that was a combination of pleasure and shock.

He pinched one of her nipples and gave her a gentle tug. After some additional manipulation of both her arms and her legs, he soon had her right where he wanted her: in a place where he could eat her out and feel all of her juices flowing down his chin.

Tiffany, seeing this, wrapped her arms around Ingrid’s body and played with her tits even more, crushing her own breasts into Ingrid’s back.

Dr. Wilson lifted his hips slightly and raised Tiffany off of the bed. Tiffany fell forward and into Ingrid’s back, giving her the opportunity to plant a series of passionate kisses at the nape of the German’s neck.

Between one mouth on her pussy and another on her shoulder, Ingrid let out a scream, “Oh, ja! Ah, Gott, ja!”

Dr. Wilson smiled and thought about how, even in other languages, some phrases are far more universal than you might think or expect. When Tiffany screamed out “Oh, yes! Oh, God, yes!” shortly thereafter, he could barely suppress his laughter.

Neither Tiffany nor Ingrid noticed the fact that he was on the verge of laughter, because he quickly intensified his movements towards both of their needy cunts.

Soon enough, though, he came, and couldn’t continue to pleasure Tiffany any longer. He adjusted himself underneath Ingrid’s body and asked them both if they were satisfied.

Two heads nodded enthusiastically.

“All right then, ladies.” He stood up, found his pants and put them on, and then grabbed the flashlight. Sliding the switch at the bottom of the flashlight to the letter ‘R,’ which would revert their personalities and attitudes back to their original states (and not Recharge as he had previously told Tiffany), he shone the light into both of their eyes.

Both Ingrid and Tiffany casually retrieved their clothes and put them back on. Once fully dressed, they smiled at one another and Ingrid said, “I’m glad no one is hurt.”

Tiffany looked over at the fallen lamp and scratched her head, trying to determine what she clearly couldn’t remember. Ingrid disappeared out the door.

“Well, Tiffany,” the professor said, calmly, “It looks like our experiment worked, huh?”

“I guess so.”

“Would you like to do some touristy stuff around here for the next few days before we have to go home?”

“Sure.”

“Let me see if I can arrange a day trip to Bakhchisarai.”

“That would be cool.”

Chapter 4 — The Mountains

The following morning, over breakfast, Dr. Wilson informed Tiffany that he had procured passes for a day trip, sponsored by the hotel, to Bakhchisarai, on the day before their scheduled departure. “So we might as well just have some fun around here in the meantime.”

“I agree,” Tiffany smiled.

Over the course of the next three days, Dr. Wilson used the flashlight with the Sluttiness setting on Tiffany countless additional occasions. On a couple of occasions, he saw Ingrid in the hall and invited her into his room for some additional experimentation as well.

He found that both women enjoyed their overall experience, attaining orgasm more quickly and more frequently than they had at first, mindful all the while that he hadn’t yet had the chance to try the third and most powerful setting, that would turn the subject into a completely mindless slave, willingly doing whatever he asked. He was thankful, at the very least, that the high-pitched noise that preceded the light actually turning on, was all but non-existent.

Every time he considered doing it to Tiffany, he started to feel guilty about the implications of his actions. One morning, he looked at himself in the mirror and said with a laugh to his reflection, “You’d make a really lousy mad scientist.”

The day of the trip to Bakhchisarai arrived and the professor and his student got onto the chartered bus rented by several of the hotels to take them to the mountains that Genghis Khan himself once called ‘home.’ As Dr. Wilson took his seat, his hand reached into his jacket to confirm that he had brought one of his flashlights along. You never know, he surmised, when you might need one.

A few minutes later, Ingrid and her parents stepped casually onto the bus. Ingrid sat down directly opposite the professor and smiled at him.

Once the bus started moving, Tiffany started telling Dr. Wilson about some of the things she had seen in Yalta, while he was working on documenting his findings in the hotel room. She spoke of the government building that was preserved from the summit where Stalin, Roosevelt, and Churchill had agreed on courses of action that would ultimately end the war—preserved with replicas of all three nations’ flags. She spoke of the small cottage with stained-glass windows where Chekhov once found inspiration. She spoke of the markets all along the streets and some of the souvenirs she had purchased at rock-bottom prices.

After about an hour, the bus pulled into a large parking lot where all of the passengers were given instructions to return in five hours. Tiffany took stock of the remains of the village from which the Khans ruled Russia until Tsar Ivan IV (“the Terrible”) drove them out. She looked off to one side and saw the temple in which the Fountain of Tears stood. She paused and reflected as she watched the droplets of water falling out of a large basin, into two smaller basins on the right- and left sides of the fountain, then rejoining each other in the middle, then separating again, until it reached the stone floor.

Tiffany wiped a tear from her eye as she glanced at the pair of fresh roses on the top of the fountain, wondering who had placed them there and how often it’s needed. She looked up at Dr. Wilson and sighed, “Pushkin really was a genius, wasn’t he?”

“Yes. Yes, he was. You should look into some of his other works if you get the chance.”

“I think I will.”

She glanced over at the bust of the poet that stood catty-corner from the fountain itself and looked at the plaque. She gasped in shock when she saw the dates of birth and death. Not being able to read Russian, all she recognized was the years 1799 and 1837. “Is that true? He was only 38 when he died?”

“37.”

“What happened?”

“Killed in a dual, defending his honor. His wife’s lover pulled the trigger.”

“That’s horrible!”

“Jealousy is a terrible thing, you’ve got to admit.”

Tiffany was nodding her head as Ingrid walked in to admire the fountain. She held her breath as she saw her teacher, her mentor, the man she admired greatly, gazing somewhat eagerly at the German girl. She had to remind herself that jealousy is a terrible thing. Besides, this trip would be over tomorrow and he’ll never see the German girl again.

The German girl left the building, while Tiffany and Dr. Wilson remained behind. He dipped his hands in the water of the fountain and smiled at Tiffany. “I think I’m going to go check out the mountains over there. Care to join me?”

“Sure.”

The two of them stepped out the building and turned up the pathway that led to the top of the green-covered mountains. Once the vestiges of the town were far enough from view, Tiffany noticed some graffiti painted on the paved pathway that led up the mountain. She stopped to glance at the Russian letters painted on the ground.

“That first set of letters. CCCP. That’s the old Soviet Union, isn’t it?”

“That’s right, Tiff.” The professor smiled. “Any idea what the other ones mean?”

“Unfortunately, no. Someone must’ve liked the sentiment of this graffiti, though, in order for it to still be here this long after the Soviet Union dissolved.”

An older man stopped and smiled. “I tell you what words means.”

“I’m listening,” Tiffany said. She pointed at the three-letter word that began with a C, the middle letter looked a little bit like a W, and then it ended with an A. “What’s that mean?”

“Et’s America. I believe you say ‘Yoo Ess Ah?’”

“Really?” Tiffany looked up at the professor, who shrugged. “What’s the third word mean?” The third word, which formed a triangle between the names of the two countries, was spelled M, followed by a backwards N, and then P.

“It means—how you say? Not war, but, ah... Peace, yes?”

The professor let out a slight sigh. “That explains why they didn’t want to remove it. Spasibo.”

The older man nodded his head and continued up the path.

Tiffany looked at Dr. Wilson, “What was that you said to him as you left?”

“I said, ‘thank you’ in Russian.”

“That’s good to know.”

“Yup.”

When they reached the top of the mountain, they saw several caves and carved out halls and rooms in the mountains. “I’m going to do some exploring. I’ll meet up with you later,” Tiffany said.

The professor was glad to go off on his own. He turned and found a small cavern and poked his head in. He smiled broadly when he saw Ingrid looking out a window in the cavern, gazing out over the surrounding valleys. “It is gut to see you again, professor.”

“And also you, fraulein. I was hoping to catch you alone.”

“Me, why?”

He pulled the flashlight out of his pocket and set the switch to ‘C’. “Because I have need for your ... assistance.”

“What kind of—” she stopped speaking mid-sentence as the light of the flashlight brushed across her cheek. When her eyes were fully dilated, he redirected the light directly into her eyes. After a few short moments, she said, in a monotone voice, “How may I serve you, master.”

He leaned forward to whisper a command in her ear.

As he stepped back, she said, “I understand, my master.”

“Excellent. Now let’s see how well you understand the flashlight’s uses.” He handed her the flashlight. She started towards the entrance into the chamber in which they both stood, when another girl walked in.

Ingrid quickly slid the switch on the flashlight to the N setting and shined the light directly in the girl’s eyes.

The newcomer quickly and calmly removed all of her clothes. Dr. Wilson looked at Ingrid and said, “She looks Russian. Find out her name.”

“What is your name?”

“Ariana Petrovna.”

“Are you ready to bring Ariana to the next level, Ingrid?” The professor asked with a hint of laughter in his voice.

His slave said nothing but slid the switch on the flashlight to the letter S and turned the flashlight on Ariana a second time.

Ariana looked around the chamber. Upon seeing Dr. Wilson she practically ran up to him, pulled his pants down, and lay down on her back in front of him. She pointed at his cock and, with a slight whimper, simply said the Russian word for ‘please:’ pozhaluysta.

He nodded agreement and began to climb on top of her. Before he moved any closer, though, he looked up and gave Ingrid additional instructions. “You want to watch me and Ariana very closely. You will be very aroused by what is happening here. That said, you may not touch yourself in any way while I’m with Ariana. Instead, when Ariana has an orgasm, so, too, will you. Do you understand, Ingrid?”

“Yes, master.”

“Very good.” He looked down at Ariana and flashed her a knowing, wicked smile. She let out a gasp has he plunged himself in between her legs.

Ingrid stood by and large motionless, watching her master and the Russian girl together. The Russian girl was very expressive with her pleasure. Although her yelps were in Russian and neither of her companions in lust understood much of what she said, it was clear when she was approaching orgasm. Ingrid responded in kind.

Each successive climax for Ariana was more powerful than the previous. At one point, Ingrid’s knees buckled and she had difficulty standing up to ensure that she was seeing what was really happening.

After what felt like an eternity of intense pleasure, Dr. Wilson finally came. When he stopped thrusting, Ariana whispered, “Spasibo.”

He nodded politely, stood up, and pulled his pants up as casually as he could. Looking over at Ingrid, he smiled at her and said, “Let her go.”

Ingrid slid the switch on the flashlight back to the letter ‘R’ and pushed the button.

Ariana calmly retrieved her clothes, put them on, and walked out of the chamber, to explore more of the grasslands amidst these mountains.

“I believe you know what to do from here, Ingrid.” He handed her a business card with his phone number and e-mail address.

“I do.” She pocketed the card and the flashlight and left the professor alone with his thoughts.

Good thing I brought two units with me, he mused. She will definitely prove useful over the long run.

Epilogue

About two weeks after Dr. Wilson and Tiffany returned home from their trip to the Crimean Peninsula, Tiffany began the process of proofreading the final report that they had compiled.

The numbers on the spreadsheet on her computer screen started to look blurry. She stood up and rubbed her eyes.

Tiffany sighed and thought about her week with Dr. Wilson, a man whom she hoped she might be allowed to call “Gabriel” by now. She thought of everything she could remember from that week. It was such a beautiful setting, so amazing: historical, literary, artistic. By the end of the week, she had resigned herself to the knowledge that he wasn’t interested in her in any manner other than professional.

“Too bad,” she said to her computer screen, glancing down at her breasts, cupping them with her hands. “You really don’t know what you’re missing, Gabriel.”

She laughed as she said this. Dr. Wilson had seemed somewhat interested in that German girl, Ingrid. She remembered feeling some pangs of jealousy when she smiled at him on the bus, both going to Bakhchisarai and heading back to the airport. She even thought she’d seen Ingrid and the professor in one of the caverns in the mountains, but wasn’t sure and decided not to confirm her suspicions.

She saved the latest updates to the spreadsheet and decided she needed to get something from the snack machine.

She locked her computer and ambled out into the corridor leading to the vending machines. She stopped to watch the news on one of the televisions hanging from the ceiling.

“...bizarre story from Berlin, Germany. Last night, large numbers of men and women have started walking around the city, completely naked. If the nudity weren’t enough, none of the people walking around is even doing anything that would attract attention to themselves. We’re receiving reports that these people don’t even realize they’re naked. As more information becomes available, we’ll keep you updated on this story.”

Tiffany scoffed. As she turned away from the TV screen, she saw her advisor.

“Did you see that news item, Dr. Wilson?”

“I did.”

“Strange what passes for news anymore. Or should I say ‘strange what passes for nudes’?”

Dr. Wilson laughed. “Are you going to be back in the lab today?”

“Oh, yes! I’m just taking a quick break. I’ll be back in in five minutes.”

“Great! I’d like to see the numbers you’re working on.”

“I’ll show them to you when I get back.”

Tiffany continued down the hall towards the vending machines. The professor went into the lab.

As he sat down next to his own laptop, he noticed that he had an e-mail waiting for him. It was a single sentence: “Phase one of plan initiated.”

He whispered to his computer. “I know, Ingrid. I know. Nice job.”

Tiffany came back into the lab and set a can of Diet Coke down next to her computer. “Do you want me to show you the numbers?”

He picked up one of the flashlights from his desk and stepped around to Tiffany’s workstation. She showed him the spreadsheet and the numbers that represented energy consumption, consistency, brightness, duration, and a few added statistics about the noise from the early tests, plus some related measurements taken from the tests of the flashlight. “These numbers look pretty good, Tiffany.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

He casually turned on the flashlight in his hand and moved it so that the beam hit her hand. She stopped moving in anticipation of the light being redirected into her eyes.

He did exactly that and in no time she was taking off her clothes. “Ingrid has started Phase I of my greater plan. I’d like to give you a quick demonstration of Phase II.”

Tiffany turned to face him. With a snap of his fingers, she had a powerful orgasm that coursed through her entire body.

As the orgasm subsided, she remarked,“Phase II sounds like fun.” Her voice gave a slight hint that she had not fully recovered from the amazing sensation that she had just felt.

“Oh, it will be, my dear. It will be.”

She drifted off into a state of mindless bliss as he repeated the phrase “It will be” one last time. With any luck, between the German girl and the professor, everyone will know the peaceful world she had been privileged to be a part of. Who knows, maybe she could be allowed to introduce it to everyone, too.