The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Alexis dropped down from the skylight, landing silently onto the gleaming spotless floor of the facility. So far, her infiltration had gone without a hitch. The security system was running a peacekeeping program of her own design, and would erase itself after she had finished her work here. She still had to stop briefly to interface with another level of security, or a different type of passcode door. It made sense that the facility had several layers of redundancy when it came to security, as the recent rumours surrounding the technology in development here made it a target for anyone in the world of corporate espionage.

But Alexis was among the best, and the tech, as varied as it was, couldn’t hold up to her analytical and nanobot enhanced mind. Another door, this one with an iris scanner. Alexis ran a data cord out from her utility belt. One end she attached into the debugging port on the security panel. The other, she plugged into the side of her head, underneath a patch of hair that disguised her interface.

Most people in the developed world at least had some manner of brain interface, as embedded technology was the growing fashion of the 21st century. Of course, most people were limited by commercial brand VR and mindscape technology, but Alexis used state of the art military grade software. It helped to be ex CIA, and doubly helped to be well connected. Alexis wasn’t even her civilian name, it was an alias for a being that existed only in the dark depths of forbidden places.

Her mind parried with the security door interface, and after bypassing some sloppy verification code, convinced the system that the precisely expected data sequence had been entered as if the head scientist, Dr Bodenstein, had just placed his eye to the sensor.

The door opened with a low hum of the operating servo. Such a thing as the door opening would of course be logged in the central security computer, but that particular system was due to contract a data wiping virus at around sunrise, and would tragically need to be restored to last night’s backup. More’s the pity, thought Alexis, smiling.

She caught a reflection of her active camouflage as she passed some mirrored windows in the clean research division. Her complement of a trillion nanobots had altered the pigment of her skin, the color of her hair, and some fine details of her facial features, so that she appeared to be a strikingly beautiful Japanese woman with dark purple hair braided into a neat pigtail. In her sleek black cat-suit, she had to admit she looked rather hot. With a single thought, she saved the current appearance configuration for her own personal enjoyment later.

A small voice of unease spoke at the back of her head. It wasn’t that it had been too easy. Much the opposite, the security system was immense, and only herself and a handful of other individuals on the planet were properly equipped to be able to succeed in this mission. It was just that nothing unexpected had happened. Usually there was a stray guard off his usual patrol route for some reason, or else a door with an upgraded security protocol that had somehow been missed on the building plans. But this run had been to the letter so far. Alexis sighed and reassured herself that it was ok to just enjoy it for the few times that actually happened.

Her target was in the clean research division, so she was close. She brought up the facility plans in her visual field, and a holographic wireframe layout of the building appeared in front of her, visible only to her. Two lefts and then the end of the corridor. One guard scheduled to be after the first left, coming towards her.

She stopped before the corner and listened. There was nothing for a couple of minutes, but then sure enough, the heavy footsteps of a guard who had no sense in preserving the eerie quiet came stomping down the corridor towards her ears. She broke the security on one of the nearest labs and hid inside until the guard had traipsed past her, with the look of someone playing a game through his ocular implants, if his random stabs and swipes at the air in front of him with his fingers were any indication. With the coast clear, she left her hiding place and proceeded unhindered to her final destination.

One last security door stood in her path, as was to be expected. This one had a triple security feature that required simultaneous activation in order to avoid tripping any countermeasures or lighting up alarms throughout the entire facility. Appreciating a decent challenge, Alexis got to work, analyzing and developing new code for each authorization but without directly interfacing yet. It took more time that she anticipated, and it was when a guard was within five minutes of walking past this corridor that she finally had all the code she needed. Interfacing again from her skull but splitting the output three ways, she had to use both hands and a foot to click the output cables into all three security panels at once. With less than a tenth of a second in difference for each interface connection, she was able to execute her custom code and open the door as planned. She quickly stepped through as she heard the footsteps of the approaching guard in the distance, and the door closed quietly behind her.

She exhaled deeply. This was it. It was a circular, almost empty room. The floor and ceiling were both paneled in black chrome, dimly lit by a few low energy lights. On a round raised platform in the center was a plastic carry case, about the size of a large suitcase. Around the perimeter of the room were several cameras, which she had expected. The security tapes wouldn’t last through the night, so that wasn’t a problem. She wasn’t expecting the 50″ screens and heavy duty speakers though. There must have been about a dozen of each, equally spaced around the circular wall. They weren’t on any plans, or in her informant’s dossier of the room’s security measures. Part of her just wanted to grab the case and go, but another part insisted she show some due diligence for potential countermeasures here.

She scanned the screens and speakers with all her enhanced human senses and the nanobot implants spread throughout her head. It was as she feared… There were subliminal signals coming from the screens, and from the speakers. The strange thing was that Alexis couldn’t isolate the frequency to allow her to save and replay whatever messages she was being hammered with at a speed she could read and hear. The frequency seemed to be scrambled, and ever changing, so that even her advanced implants couldn’t pin them down, and every time they tried to record the message, they got garbled code or static.

Maybe she could try running a full spectrum scan on one of the screens at a time… Wait, no! Every second she spent in the room with those devices, her subconscious was being bombarded with hidden suggestions, or external thoughts trying to masquerade as her own. She had to finish the mission and get out quickly, or find a way to disable all of them at once. A quick glance at the circuitry of the nearest speaker told Alexis that the latter option would either take too much time or trip an alarm that would have a dozen guards on her within moments. She instead went up to the box and gripped the handles, ready to lift.

Alexis hesitated. What if this box was just a decoy? Yes, it made sense that they would put all these subliminal signal devices here to bombard her with the suggestion that this is the real tech, that way she would take it and discover when she got back to her hideout that is was nothing but a box of tin cans or something.

Grinning, she thought she wouldn’t be manipulated so easily. She had to open the box here and double check that the technology was there as expected. She could see now that her original plan of just grabbing it and leaving was badly flawed, and she congratulated herself for catching it.

The locking mechanism on the crate proved difficult for Alexis to crack though. It had a time scrambled code that changed every four seconds. There was a pattern to the code change, a key even, but Alexis would have to hook up the hex-core processor unit in her head to brute force her way in. And that would take time. Possibly beyond her allowed mission time, even.

She had no choice though. She could feel a strong urge to take the package now and leave quickly, but she was fairly certain that was a thought being delivered to her by the subliminal messages. Actually, wasn’t the original mission plan to take the crate without checking the contents? She thought it was, but could she trust that memory anymore?

Dammit, she was compromised, wasn’t she? Her thoughts were being invaded relentlessly by the screens and speakers emitting their invisible and inaudible suggestions. The normal mission protocol here would be to abort.

Yes, she should abort. Get out now, before the subliminal countermeasures did anything more serious to her mind.

But then she realized that they really weren’t affecting her that badly. Sure, they were telling her to take the crate and leave, which was clearly a ploy to have her leave with a fake unit. And now they were telling her to abort. Everything about them was urging her out of the room, so therefore staying in the room was the best option.

Yes, she had to stay. She had to stay and make sure the technology in the case was the real deal. She hooked a cable from her skull to the case and started the brute force computation to break through the security code.

The subliminals weren’t very effective, clearly. She was ably resisting them as she waited for her implant to crack the code on the case. She sat crossed legged in front of the case; this might take some time, and she should be comfortable. Normally she would be wary of so many generators of subliminal messaging, but it was apparent that her superior mind was shrugging off the potential effects of them. She unclipped her utility belt and placed it gently beside her. It was ok to relax instead. She was immune to the subliminal messages, so she should relax, and wait for her implants to crack the code on the case. The mission was going so well and she would be exceptionally well rewarded upon its completion. It felt good. Great in fact.

She felt her mind wandering, and her body becoming more and more limp and calm. Images of her disguised self that she saw in the mirrored glass earlier started appearing in her head. Smiling softly at first, then blowing friendly kisses. A happy, dopy smile spread across Alexis’ face as she imagined herself winking and smiling seductively. Slowly, imaginary Alexis started to unzip her cat-suit, head bowed but looking up with enticing eyes. Alexis sighed happily at the sight, and felt a rising tide of pleasure and arousal begin to build in her.

She didn’t mean to disguise herself as women she happened to be attracted to, but it did happen to her fairly often. More times than she would freely admit, she would stay in her disguise upon the completion of a mission, take some pictures of her fake appearance in some reveling positions, and possibly have a session in front of the mirror where her alien hands roamed over her transformed body. It was, she would admit, a slight vice of hers. But she had never let her distract her during a mission.

But right now she couldn’t get the image of her current self out of her head. She was picturing herself removing the last of her cat-suit now, and kneeling on the floor with her hips raised and her legs wide, while her hand stroked, teased, and danced around her neatly trimmed hair, promising more intense pleasure any moment now.

Alexis felt that she should maybe shake this image from her mind, that perhaps she should focus on the here, the now. But wasn’t she alone in here? And didn’t she have time to kill while waiting for the difficult code on this box to be cracked?

She barely realized that she was doing it, she just had a dreamy awareness that her real hand had gone to the top of her tight black outfit and started to gently pull the zip down. Yes, why shouldn’t she enjoy herself here and now? She had the time, she had the body, and she had a growing, ever more eager appetite for release.

Feeling that her cunt was now wonderfully wet with arousal, Alexis wondered why the subliminal messages weren’t trying to get her to do anything else other than their original ploy of trying to make her leave with the case without giving it a thorough inspection first. As she unzipped her cat suit more and more, exposing her ample breasts to the room, she thought that the subliminals could have been trying to make her do anything to get herself caught, like intentionally trip an alarm or otherwise reveal her presence to the guards. Maybe they hadn’t been programmed very well, or perhaps she was just able to shrug off any subconscious urge they were trying to plant in her. She finished unzipping her cat-suit and ran her hands sensually down her silky smooth skin, before removing her arms and legs from the suit to leave her entirely naked.

She positioned herself like she had imagined moments earlier and copied the motions she had seen. Running her fingers around and over her cunt, teasing herself one moment and stroking perfect pleasure the next. It felt incredible. Doing this in the middle of a mission in the lair of a high security research compound made it even sexier. She gasped with bliss as her fingers danced to a tune of ecstasy, and soon she drifted off and got lost in mindless pleasure.

Alexis opened her eyes suddenly and tried to remember what had happened. She was on the floor, her face in a puddle of drool and her torso and legs in a puddle of… something else.

Wait, she was naked?! And how long had she been here? Cursing under her breath, she looked around her to get her bearings. A dark circular room with cameras, speakers, and screens around the edge. In the middle of the room, a raised platform, on which an open crate sat. There was an expensive looking silver helmet in the crate, surrounded by molded padding.

The memories of it all came rushing back to her. The subliminal messages emitted from the screens and speakers were unlike anything she’d ever encountered before. They had got to her and convinced her that her own thoughts were false and their transmitted ones were correct. She placed a clammy hand onto her sweaty brow, and exhaled deeply. She hadn’t been prepared for it, and it had done a number on her. Frankly, she was amazed she hadn’t been captured while she was passed out in a pool of her own aroused juices. Maybe not as much time had passed as she thought.

At least the crate’s security lock had been overcome by her interface processor. She reached out her pale hands to open the lid more completely and examine this helmet closer.

Wait… Pale hands? Alexis grabbed a handful of her hair and brought it into view. It was light auburn! Her nanobots had removed the disguise on her appearance! She looked like… She looked like the person who she was when not doing this kind of work. Her identity was compromised unless she could get out unseen and ensure beyond all doubt that not a single image of her remained on the buildings security system!

But how did this happen? She ran stressed fingers through her now naturally brown hair and felt them hit the interface cord still connected between her head and the crate. Oh, oh no. The crate must have had a countermeasure signal that waited for her to pass out from the constant subliminal bombardment… It had hijacked her nanonbot system, revealing her true appearance. What else?

She tried to access all of her enhanced interface systems. The building plans, her intel feed, her optical display… Everything had been disabled and locked down by a code similar to the one that originally locked the crate. Since her own processor was also locked down, she had no means to unlock it right now. She’d have to get back to her hideout, and use an antivirus program on her computer there.

But without her enhancements… How could she escape here with only her dull normal human senses?

“Think, think, think...” she muttered aloud. Then she noticed the helmet still sitting in its padding in the crate. This whole mission was going badly south now, but there was the prize, waiting for her to pick it up and put it on.

Wait, no. She didn’t want to put it on. The mission was to grab the tech and get out. The subliminal countermeasures had convinced her to stay in the room, and now they were trying to make her put the helmet on. This was supposedly the most advanced piece of Virtual Reality simulation technology ever developed. There was no telling what it might or might not do to her if she was to put it on, so it was absolutely pivotal that she leave without doing so.

But maybe that’s what the subliminal messages wanted her to think? Maybe she should put it on now to ensure it was the working piece of kit she was supposed to steal, otherwise she could be leaving with a useless chunk of metal that would fit on her head and do not much else…

Yes, she should put the helmet on now.

NO! It was the subliminals again. They were out-maneuvering her own thoughts too quickly. She had to get out! She had to escape… She had to… to put the helmet on.

Yes, that was the most important thing here. Putting the helmet on was the whole reason she came here, Alexis remembered. At least, she thought that was it.

Crap. She couldn’t remember which was her own thought again. Put the helmet on? Don’t put the helmet on? She thought that maybe she should do the opposite of the dominant thought, but they each had equal merits.

She knew though that each moment she stayed here and lingered in indecision, the subliminals would be pouring more and more suggestions into her mind. She had to get out. That’s what she should have done the moment she entered this room: grab the case and get out. She would just pick up the helmet and leave. Forget her cat-suit, forget her utility belt, she just needed the helmet.

Alexis picked up the helmet from its case and before she realized she’d done it, it was on her head.

“Wait! No—“ she started to say, but was interrupted by a sharp pain in her head. More accurately, several dozen sharp pains. The helmet was inserting interface needles through her skull and into her brain. The pain lasted only a moment, and was soon replaced by a calm euphoria. Clearly one of the interfacing tendrils had connected to and taken control of her pain & pleasure centers.

A moment later, the entire world went blank. Alexis could neither see, hear, smell, taste or touch anything. Even her body, her hands, her tongue, none of it felt like it was there. She was incorporeal. Nothing but utter darkness surrounded her in every direction, though she wasn’t sure she was able to actually look in different directions just then.

Then some bright, bold, two foot tall letters appeared in front of her.

Boot complete. Enter security password

If Alexis could swear, she would have. If she could still feel the helmet on her head, then she would have tried to take it off.

Her own implants compromised, and now her mind so utterly invaded by the helmet’s connections, Alexis couldn’t think of how to even approach cracking this password. She had nothing left, no tricks, no smarts, no luck.

Below the box, there were buttons to submit the password entry or cancel the process. Not seeing any other alternative, Alexis willed the cancel button to be pressed.

To her immense relief, the darkness faded and she found herself back in her naked body. She blinked a few times then immediately took the helmet off.

“Right!” she said with conviction. “No more messing around!”

She quickly put her cat-suit back on, clipped on her utility belt, and grabbed the helmet. She just needed to get out of the room now before the subliminal countermeasures could do her any more harm. Fortunately, the door didn’t have tight security measures to get out, and moments later she was out in the deserted corridor. A glance at her handheld datapad told her that employees would be arriving en-masse within the hour, so she had to make trails quickly. Without her implants active and helping her, getting out was a lot more difficult than getting in, with her having to improvise her way around security doors and narrowly avoid guards she no longer knew the routes of. But through a combination of her steeled determination and luck, she was soon outside where she had left her mission duffle-bag under a bush. Minutes later, with civilian clothing on and the helmet safely tucked away, Alexis emerged onto the main street running in front of the facility and blended flawlessly into the throng of morning commuters.

The air was chilly but crisp, and as her breath misted in front of her, she couldn’t help but smile at her success, and her freedom.

Dr Bodenstein approached his office to find a fresh faced intern holding out coffee for him.

“Thanks, Cheryl.” He smiled as he grabbed it, and procedure to go through the security verification for his office. Once inside he set his work bag down and sat at his desk, coffee in hand, and lazily watched his computer boot up.

Before the loading sequence had finished, the chief of security entered into the room looking flustered and guilty. He was a giant of a man, built like a tank and with a jaw so firm you could use it to crack nuts. There was a line of sweat across his buzz cut brow, and he was breathing heavily.

“Sir, sorry to disturb you.” He said stiffly.

“Good morning , Mr Milliken.” Dr Bodenstein greeted him warmly. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m sorry, sir, I just got in.” Milliken replied, barely avoiding choking on his words. “It looks like we had a break in last night. Our recordings and system logs have been scrambled, and it looks like whoever it was got away clean.”

“My my…” Bodenstein replied. “But why come to me, Frank?”

“Because, sir…” Frank uttered, seemingly too terrified to say whatever he wanted to say next.

“It’s ok, Frank, just tell me.”

“Sir… It’s the Pandora room. It seems like it was the only room targeted.” Frank seemed to be on the verge of a full blown panic attack. Dr Bodenstein quickly got to his feet.

“Breathe Frank, it’s not your fault. We implemented all of your security recommendations for that room, the boss signed off on it personally. Now walk with me.” Dr Bodenstein grabbed his coffee and marched swiftly out of his office and down the corridor towards the circular security storage where his latest creation was being kept. Security chief Milliken kept pace with him effortlessly. Bodenstein was a clear foot and a half shorter than the hulking chief of security, and had a thin, frail look about him. Never the less, he led the nervous security chief down the halls, and other employees arriving for the day sensed the seriousness coming from them both and hurried to get out of their way.

“So tell me, Frank.” Dr Bodenstein said as they walked. “If all our recordings and data were wiped, how do you know that the Pandora room has been hit?”

“A small trip sensor is attached to the door, sir. It’s not on any plans, nor does it activate any security alarms or countermeasures. It only activates a single light on my desk, and I’m the only one that knows what the light signifies. I reset it every time you enter the room, but I know you haven’t been here since 7pm yesterday. It would have been impossible for anyone to know about it or bypass it.”

“Clever, Frank, clever.” Bodenstein nodded. “I admit, I too, made some adjustments to the room recently as well, and I did intentionally omit them from the latest building plans.”

“I just don’t understand how anyone could know about the… about the… you know…” Frank stuttered in bewilderment.

“I think we’re past the point of secrecy, don’t you, Frank?” Bodenstein replied with a smirk. “Any member of our security or research team would know that there was something important in there, even if they didn’t fully understand what it was.”

They approached the door to the Pandora room, and stopped outside it.

“Besides.” Bodenstein remarked idly as he activated all three security checks. “I was the one that put an advert onto the dark net for the theft of our new technology.”

“What?!” Frank exclaimed in disbelief. But before he could utter any more words of confusion or protest, the door opened and he just uttered “Oh!”

“Ahh. Well what do we have here?” Bodenstein smiled widely.

They both entered the room. There was a discarded utility belt and cat-suit on the floor, but both men’s eyes were completely drawn to the naked woman, who was kneeling on the chrome black floor, the shiny silver helmet on her head. She was pale skinned with light brown hair that fell to her perfectly perky breasts. Her body was slim, athletic, and impressively toned. Her mouth was agape slightly, and a line of drool was slowly inching down to her chin. Her eyes, green with flakes of blue, were a million miles away, as though staring into another world.

“Well shit!” Frank exclaimed. “I thought they’d have made a clean getaway, if there were able to at least get in here!” He heaved a massive sigh of relief and bent over to catch his breath.

“That’s where my additions to the room came in.” Dr Bodenstein remarked plainly. “Which reminds me…” He took out a remote control from his labcoat pocket and pressed a button. The screens all displayed “Offline” simultaneously, and red LEDs flashed periodically at the bottom of each speaker. That was better. It would be tragically ironic if he allowed himself to fall prey to the same trap he had laid for this helpless woman.

“So… The target is neutralized?” Frank asked uncertainly.

“You could say that.” Dr Bodenstein replied. He pulled out a tiny data chip from the helmet and held it up for the security chief to see. “What you see here, is a complete backup of the girl’s personality scanned and stored the moment she put the helmet on.” He then unceremoniously dropped the chip into his labcoat pocket. “It may come in useful if we want to use her skills in her own, or another person’s body sometime in the future.”

“So, her personality won’t be the same when she takes the helmet off?” Frank asked, intrigue replacing the panic that had so recently gripped him.

“Well, firstly, she isn’t capable of taking the helmet off.” Bodenstein chuckled. “She was trapped in a seamless virtual reality the moment she put it on. By all account, she believed she was able to take it off, and probably escape this place, sell the tech, become richer than her wildest dreams most likely…” He stroked the girl’s face gently with the back of his hand, before continuing. “But somewhere along the line, her life will have taken a series of very bad turns with the ultimate outcome being that she’s been conditioned and brainwashed into being a completely obedient and loyal slave.”

“Holy shit, for real?” Frank asked, eyes wide and jaw dropped. “All that in a few hours?”

“A few hours for us Frank, yes.” Bodenstein smiled at the security chief’s wide eyed amazement. “But she’s been in her own world for, hmm… Probably forty years now, the most recent thirty where she was completely broken and enslaved. She won’t even remember who she used to be before now when I release her from the helmet… Hence the personality backup, you see.”

“Well I’ll be…” Frank murmured. “But, sir, shouldn’t we be handing her over to the police or something? She committed a serious crime here; she should be going away for ten years, at least.”

“There’s no need to concern the police with trivial matters such as this, Frank. The reason I wanted to first test the device on a spy thief such as this is that she doesn’t exist anywhere on record. She could disappear, and there’d be no trace. If her everyday persona had friends or family, they certainly wouldn’t know about this side of her, and hence no one would ever know where to look for her. At least, if she took her job seriously, that is…”

“What are you saying, sir?” Frank asked, in a serious tone.

“I won’t tell you, Frank. I’ll show you.” Dr Bodenstein replied smoothly as he pressed a few buttons on the top of the helmet.

Instantly, the girl’s eyes came back into focus and she took a sharp intake of breath. In one calm careful motion, she took the helmet off her head and placed it carefully in front of her. She then looked up at Dr Bodenstein with doe eyes, and smiled gratefully.

“State your name and purpose.” Dr Bodenstein addressed her emotionlessly.

Not breaking eye contact, the girl replied. “I have no name, for I am a slave, I am property. I can be assigned a name if you wish, otherwise you may call be slave and I shall answer to it. My purpose is to serve my Master, Dr Bodenstein, in all of his domestic, personal, and sexual needs, to obey with love and obedience, and to always strive to improve my ability to serve as his eternal slave.”

The slave looked up at Dr Bodenstein, infatuated beyond her ability to understand. She couldn’t help herself but add. “Please master, how may I serve you? Can I bring you some food, or perhaps pleasure you orally?”

“Holy fucking fuck nuts!” Frank gasped, taking a few steps back with his hands on his head. He turned to face the slave, looking at her with a mixture of fear and amazement. “This is real. This is actually real, isn’t it? I swear, if this is one of those prank things, sir…”

“Please, Frank, this is my life’s work.” Dr Bodenstein said with a sly smile. “Show a little decorum.”

The slave looked enquiringly at the man called Frank for a brief moment. He had his hand over his mouth and was staring down at her with a look of utter disbelief, and there was something else there that she didn’t understand… Excitement? Jealously? Regardless, it didn’t matter to a worthless slave such as she, so the thought left her mind forever, then she turned her gaze back to her master with unwavering adoration. She wanted commands. No, she needed commands! Every fiber of her being was waiting to fulfil her Master’s needs.

“So… so what now? Shit, I mean… What do we do with her?”

“I’m glad you asked Frank,” Dr Bodenstein said, before clearing his throat. “What’s going to happen now is you are going to go and get a spare security uniform for my slave here. She will dress in it and you will escort her to my vehicle. I will meet you there in 15 minutes, I need to swing by my desk and set up an out of office memo. I will take her back to my home and there she will begin her new life, though to her it is the only life she knows now.”

Frank looked like he was going to say something, but Bodenstein continued. “Before you ask, my friend: If you help me with this, then I assure you, the next young woman who breaks through all of our security measures and winds up in this… Ahem, exposed positon… They will be your slave. And any after that we will decide between the two of us their fate. Take a minute to think about it, but no longer. I have a very busy day ahead of me already, without this distraction.”

“Ok.” Frank said immediately, scratching his head and then clapping his hands together. “Fuck it, I’m in.” He said excitedly, hastily adding “Sir!” in a nervous voice.

“Good man, Mr Milliken.” Bodenstein smiled in satisfaction. “The security on the door is disabled for now, so you can go to get the uniform and return without hindrance. Remember: My vehicle. 15 minutes.”

“Right you are, Dr Bodenstein.” Frank nodded and hurriedly exited the Pandora room.

“My slave,” Bodenstein now addressed his kneeling slave. She perked her head, hanging on his every syllable. “My good friend Frank will be back to get you in a few minutes. Put on the clothes he gives you and blend in as best you can until you get to my vehicle.”

“Yes, Master.” the slave said with utmost respect and obedience.

“Good girl.” Bodenstein approved, stroking the slave’s cheek. She shuddered. “I will see you soon.”

And with that, he picked up the silver helmet, and left the room, the door closing behind him.

He arrived back at his office a few minutes later. Placing the helmet down on his desk. He typed a couple of notes on his compute and then sent an instant message for the intern to come see him.

Cheryl arrived moments later, looking wide eyed and nervous. She had short golden blonde hair and a thin, beautiful face. Her ruby lips smiled widely as her nervous brown eyes looked at Dr Bodenstein.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” she asked, speaking quickly with nerves.

“Yes, Cheryl, thank you for coming so promptly.” Dr Bodenstein smiled warmly, waving a hand to invite her to sit. She planted herself on the edge of the chair in front of Bodenstein’s desk, leaning forwards so much she threatened to fall off. Dr Bodenstein noticed keenly that she was staring curiously at the silver helmet sat between them.

“Was the coffee nice, sir?” Cheryl said with an awkward smile after a few moments of silence passed between them.

“Actually, my dear, it was a little grainy, and not quite sweet enough.” Bodenstein replied, and tried to suppress a smile as the intern squirmed.

“I am SO sorry!” she gasped in horror at herself. “I can go and make a—“

“It’s okay, Cheryl.” He interrupted her, then, with an overeager grin added “I guarantee you won’t make the same mistake tomorrow.”

“Oh, ok.” Cheryl deflated in her chair, clearly beating herself up on the inside.

“Now don’t you worry about that,” Bodenstein reassured her. “I called you in here as I need to run an errand. I shan’t be gone long, but I’d like you to work on sorting some of my files while I’m out. I admit with my busy schedule I have been falling behind on my filing…” He motioned to one corner of the room, where sure enough there was a small mountain of document boxes, papers spilling from every one. They sat in front of a messy group of screens and speakers that didn’t appear to be functioning.

“Absolutely, Dr Bodenstein.” Cheryl replied brightly. “Is there anything else?”

“Yes. Under no circumstances should you put that helmet on.” Dr Bodenstein indicated the silver helmet that Cheryl had eyed up several times now. She gave Bodenstein a shocked look.

“Sir, I would never, please believe me!” she protested meekly.

“Of course I believe you, and trust you, my dear. I just know how curious and distracted youth can be these days.” He said with a disarming chuckle.

Cheryl smiled apprehensively as Dr Bodenstein rose from his desk and strode towards the door.

“See you soon, my dear.” Bodenstein said, and closed the door to allow the intern to work undisturbed.

As he walked towards the building’s exit and his parked car, he took out the remote control from his lab pocket and pressed a button.

Inside the office, the screens and speakers began to emit subliminal messages into the mind of the bright eyed intern as she worked away on the files.

The silver helmet sat waiting upon the desk.