The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Nick Walker

Sometimes, there are benefits to working for homophobic, religious nutjobs.

In this case, they provided great health care, full dental, six weeks of paid vacation every year.

And, oh yeah. The sex slaves.

I couldn’t help but be grateful for the “career choice” I made two years ago as I sat in my comfortable lab chair, watching the gorgeous, ex-lesbian redhead bob her head up and down my thick cock as she knelt between my legs, her arm snaking down past her large breasts, fingers rubbing her clit.

The Patriarchy—yes, that’s actually the name of the organization—knows I’m not a true believer of their bullshit. Lesbians need to be brainwashed straight to purge them of their demonic influences? Women are inherently inferior and should be subservient to men? The fuck is that?

No. I don’t believe any of that. But they need a scientist to develop and run their brainwashing machines, and no one else remotely close to my IQ would be dumb enough to accept a job with these idiots.

So why did I accept this job? Well, it’s definitely not for the shitty pay; I can tell you that much.

Two reasons. First, I get complete autonomy over my experiments. I don’t have to answer to any ethics committees. I can do whatever the fuck I want.

Most importantly, though, I get to satisfy my darkest desires. In theory, I’m feminist and pro-LGBT, but nothing makes my dick as hard as turning a feminist lesbian into a submissive cockslut.

I know I’m a horrible person. But shut up. I don’t care.

I have no moral qualms about doing whatever it takes to get my rocks off.

What makes me different from the priests is that I don’t try to justify it.

“They’ll be much happier straight.”

“We’re saving their souls.”

Fuckin’ bullshit. They just want to get their dicks wet in some tight, lesbian pussy.

At least I’m man enough to admit it.

A beeping sound brought my attention to the computer set up next to a large brainwashing chamber.

UNKNOWN ERROR

What the fuck does that mean?

“Hey, slut. Stop. Get out.”

I had to pull Dakota off my cock with a firm grip on her hair. Thanks to the conditioning, she was addicted to sucking cock the way single mothers working two jobs were addicted to caffeine.

“Hahhh...”

Her tongue was wagging out of her mouth as she looked at the cock, desperate for the creamy reward. But the only thing stronger than their addiction was their need to obey.

“Yes, Master. Your slut obeys.”

Now that I could think, I leaned forward, inspecting the brainwashing chamber. It was one of the many identical, human-sized, see-through tubes lining the walls of my lab. A litany of cables ran behind it, leading to a massive machine in the corner of the room, joining the other cables plugged into it, various colors on the front blinking sporadically.

The chamber housed an attractive blonde whose arms and legs were restrained, an IV attached to her left arm. Various cables hanging from the top were attached to adhesive nodes placed at specific parts of her body.

Twelve of the nodes were attached to various spots on her head. One was attached to the left side of her chest, where her heart was. One wasn’t connected to a node but to a VR headset wrapped around her head, hiding her deep, blue eyes from view.

Cables from the bottom of the chamber were connected to a node covering her clit, a dildo in her pussy, and a dildo in her ass.

“Ohhhh!”

The moans coming from the blonde were even louder than the vibrating dildos making her body tremble in ecstasy.

Everything looked normal, but I didn’t want to take any chances. She’d already been processing for two hours—more than enough time for her Override Mode to be implemented, so I typed the disengage command in the console and hit enter.

Override Mode is what’s implemented first in our “rescues” in case of an emergency. That way, if anything goes wrong, all I have to do is give the command, and she becomes helpless and obedient to any command I give her. Kind of like a hypnotic trance, but much more powerful.

The chamber hissed as its pneumatic seal was broken, a cloud of steam shooting out the sides, and I rushed to make sure the subject was unharmed. Seeing that she was still properly restrained, I quickly unhooked the nodes and cables from her, very briefly checking to see if any were damaged.

They looked fine, but I’d have to do some in-depth diagnostics later.

I unhooked her VR headset and could see she was still out of it, so I unhooked her restraints and carried her out of the chamber to set her on a nearby mobile bed used to wheel subjects in and out of the lab. But to my complete surprise, something unexpected prevented me from starting my inspection.

Pain.

That bitch kneed my stomach!

But I quickly recovered and subdued the subject, calmly taking control of the situation.

...is what I’d like to say, but fuck it. Here’s the truth.

Completely caught off guard, I wheezed as I fell backward onto the lab floor. Fortunately, my head avoided the tile.

As I lay on the ground in shock, out of the corner of my eyes I saw her raise her legs and swing down from the bed onto the ground, landing on her feet.

But she was still groggy from being hooked into the machine for hours, various images flashing into her eyes, sounds playing in her ears, so she started to stumble... and... no. She didn’t fall.

Well, not until she tried to take a step.

She fell forward, crashing onto the ground a few feet in front of me.

She was quick to recover, though, and started to stand up, but I reached forward and grabbed her ankle, tripping her again.

That bought me enough time to stand up, but she wasn’t far behind, having landed on her hands and knees.

I rushed towards her, but she kicked her left foot behind her, landing in a very unfortunate place.

My reaction was notably less manly than the last time she kicked me, and I again fell backward, hitting my head on the hard lab floor.

With my last strand of energy, I managed to say through the pain, “Mode Override Omega Five Delta!”

Twitch.

It made her pause for half a second, but she quickly regained her senses and made her way out of the lab.

As my consciousness faded, my last thought was...

If Hell really does exist, then... well, nothing. Fucking lesbians the past couple of years was totally worth it.

Security Officer Jacobs

I was stationed at the security gate when I heard a loud shriek.

Probably just one of the subjects.

I know it sounds inhumane to ignore such a scream, but trust me. They’re doing the Lord’s work back there.

If this really was some kind of evil organization, they’d be going after all the prettiest women, right? But no. The Patriarchy was saving the world, starting with those who needed it the most: lesbians.

Those women who had been led astray by the Devil and the media into a life of sin that ended with no children to pass on their legacy, and an eternity in Hell.

Poor, misguided lesbian. We’ll save your soul.

Patter, patter.

Wait a sec.

I heard the sound of bare feet running across the floor towards one of the exits.

I turned around and saw her. Naked.

A quick glance showed a tiny blonde, maybe five feet tall and 110 pounds at most. But I didn’t have much time to inspect her closely while I bolted off after her.

“Stop!” my voice boomed authoritatively.

She didn’t.

Oh well.

Fortunately, I was much closer to the exit, so I was able to get there just before her, and I grabbed—

I was on the floor before I realized it.

As I watched her running past me upside down, I thought...

What the fuck kind of self-defense classes are they teaching women these days?!

Ava Taylor

I’m free!

I laughed in amazement. Escaping was scary but exhilarating.

If I hadn’t taken aikido lessons last year, I never would’ve escaped.

And thanks to the Matriarchy, I could resist brainwashing. I was new, so I hadn’t been bestowed the powers of a full member. Only some low-level powers.

I was a rare case in that I joined voluntarily, and already being a lesbian, they didn’t need to introduce me to the superiority of sex with women over men.

But we had lots of sex anyway. That was just one of the perks.

They’d already cast the routine spells of protection on me that members get, which was why I could hold out for so long.

But recruits don’t get full powers until their initiation ritual. Coincidentally, I had been on the way to that meeting when the religious nuts captured me.

Having taken care of the security guard, I went outside and noticed they’d been holding me in a vast facility.

I quickly looked around to take note of any possible escape route.

There was a parking lot and a heavily wooded area.

That meant I could either look for a car that conveniently happened to be unlocked with keys left inside, or run into the woods, barefoot and naked.

Neither were great options.

My good mood vanished as reality crashed down on me, and I started panicking.

There was one other option that was non-ideal.

I could find a phone to call the cops and hope they get here in time. It was risky, but maybe it was my best choice.

Right as I decided that, I heard an emergency siren.

They were looking for me.

Fuck it. Woods it is, then.

I sprinted in that direction, my heart racing. I might actually make it! I might actually—

There was a sharp sting on my ass, and for a fraction of a second, I thought it must have been a bug, and that running through the woods naked was going to suck.

And then I was on the ground, the worst pain of my life shooting through me as I heard the crackle of a stun gun behind me. I tried to get up, but the Matriarchy’s magical protections were only good for protecting my mind. It didn’t do a thing against 50,000 volts of electricity.

I groaned, trying to will my arms to help me crawl away. I saw black, shiny boots and blue pants walk in front of my vision. Looking up, I could see a security guard twice the size of the last guy winding up to swing a nightstick.

That was the last thing I remembered.

Father Ivan

It’s so rewarding to cure lesbians of their affliction.

That’s what I thought—not for the first time—as I walked into a large, nondescript facility with a specific room as my destination.

Minutes earlier, I received a call notifying me of an unexpected issue with the latest acquisition of my organization, the Patriarchy—a secret society of men working together for the noble cause of correcting the evils possessing women to stray from their God-given roles of domestic servitude to men. They were helping women fulfill their true duty of subservience to men.

It was so much easier work now than in the past. No more torture. No more drugs. No long hours of hypnosis sessions over the course of months. No. These days, we had advanced technology to brainwash lesbians into proper straight girls, the way God intended.

Afterward, we had to test the women to make sure the brainwashing was successful. After all, if the ex-lesbians didn’t enjoy fucking and sucking men, that meant they needed more rounds in the machines.

Of course, the women never minded the orgasms that accompanied the practical tests. And they were always thankful the men had cured them of their evils.

The machines made sure of that.

It was all difficult work, but someone had to do it. And these righteous men were the ones who volunteered for such a task.

Finally reaching my destination, I walked into a large laboratory with human-sized, see-through tubes lining the walls, cables leading everywhere.

I looked around and walked towards a dark-haired man in a white lab coat sitting in front of one of the big tubes, monitoring it. He was hunched over, apparently still in pain from his altercation with the girl who had tried to escape. I heard about the damage to the scientist’s testicles.

I shuddered in empathy. I didn’t want to think about it for too long.

The last time I visited the scientist’s lab, he was holding the back of the head of a redhead beauty kneeling in front of him, giving him a blowjob. We had just ignored her as the scientist and I had our discussion.

After all, it had become quite a common occurrence with him.

“Nick. I heard you’ve had... problems,” I channeled subtle anger into my voice.

He gulped, nervous.

“There was an LB10L error—fluctuations in her hippocampus. If I hadn’t aborted the process prematurely...” he babbled, trying to shove in as much jargon as possible to deflect blame away from himself.

“Mister Walker.” And just like that, the disdain dripping from my voice was enough to shut him up.

I wasn’t really as mad as I portrayed myself to be. But the scarier I made myself look, the more people wanted to avoid risking my ire.

Plus, I needed to keep the nerd in line.

“I don’t need to hear your excuses. I won’t even pretend I know half of how all of this works... I just want results. How long will it take you to fix the issue and break her?”

The scientist bit back a retort. He must really be obsessed with rambling about details, because the nerd went from nervous to annoyed in seconds.

“Months, maybe. I know that seems like a long time, but you need to consider that the firmware of the neural nodes needs to be—”

I cut him off again. “No. You need to consider the consequences of your actions. How you almost had the entire facility compromised!” I held my forehead in frustration. “I just want results. We have to find out if this issue has any negative implications for our operations going forward. So I’ll give you one month to fix it. If you don’t, I’ll indefinitely revoke your privilege to... test... the brainwashed lesbians.”

As expected, that was the perfect motivation for him, because the scientist looked like a kid whose puppy was about to be taken from him.

I knew he wasn’t a true believer in the cause, but we needed him. And if giving his perversions free reign is what it takes, then that’s what he gets. After all, it’s for the greater good.

The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist. But no. He’s real, and he’s been busy. Tempting women into sin. Tainting their souls. Damning them to Hell.

Worst of all, gifting them with dark magic so that they can spread their corruption around the world. The Patriarchy was all that stood between the Devil and humanity. And the soul of every man, woman, and child was on the line.

And until women were put back into their proper place, this war would never end.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” I said as I turned around, heading back to my house where my wife was waiting for me.

She’d been a lesbian too before I fixed her. And she was so grateful, she thanked me every day for it.

The brainwashing had made sure of that.

Nick Walker

It’d been twenty-four hours since that fucking bitch kicked me in my jewels, and it still hurt to walk.

Fortunately, she was tased, restrained, and shoved back into the brainwashing chamber.

Ever since then, she’d been processing nonstop, her basic needs such as food and hydration taken care of directly via connections to her. Every once in a while, I tested to see if any progress had been made, but it was always only marginal at best.

And I wouldn’t be surprised if that was just due to sleep deprivation rather than the machine.

I sighed.

She was the first subject who had ever been able to resist my machines.

But I wasn’t angry. Sad. Depressed. No...

I was fucking excited!

I’d done a deep dive on the diagnostic record that had led up to the error from before, and it made zero sense. The neural stimulation had been functioning as normal, but there had been an external source of stimulation at a dissonant frequency, canceling it out. As if attempting to brainwash her with the machine was triggering some other brainwashing device to act at her from a distance.

Such a thing should have been impossible. My colleagues—if you considered dullards who took six years or more just to earn a Ph.D. “colleagues”—would’ve called it dark magic. Bullshit. There was a scientific explanation for the phenomenon, and once I understood it, it’d propel my research ahead by at least a decade!

Did I ever mention how much I love a fuckin’ challenge? No? Well, I do!

I had told Ivan I’d need months to crack it, and predictably, he’d taken the bait, giving me only a month to work, with the threat of cutting off my supply of free, busty, sexual labor should we run into overtime.

Good thing he was as primitive as the rest of these goons, or he’d have realized I could have it cracked in under a week.

I just needed to fine-tune the stimulation, increase its intensity to override whatever remote stimulation was preventing it from working, and do it without completely frying her brain.

So I was coding away on my lab computer as I periodically glanced over to the nearby chamber housing Ava.

Until the abrupt sound of short-circuiting equipment alarmed me.

Fuck! I quickly shut down the machines that were sparking and starting to smoke, before a fire could spread.

After everything was powered off, the only sound in the room was my panicked breathing. But upon inspecting all of the electronics, it became apparent they were all ruined. Gone. Dead.

My machines... My babies...

I called security to help remove Ava and restrain her while I hooked up my spare laptop to a server backup to look over the logs to determine what happened.

But there was nothing there. That made no sense.

Dark magic?

Whatever it was, it was a nightmare. It’d take me a year and a million dollars to rebuild everything.

I looked over at Ava and sighed. I could freak out later. Ivan needed answers soon. So for now, it was time to go old school.

Ava Taylor

I was unhooked from the machine and carried away from the lab into a small, sparsely decorated office. Two comfortable-looking chairs faced each other, but one had connectors for strong restraints to lock into place.

I didn’t need more than one guess as to which chair I’d be in.

Sure enough, I was forced into that chair, my arms and legs restrained. I hadn’t noticed at first glance, but there was even a spot that restrained my head, forcing me to look directly forward to the other chair.

As the security men left, I was left alone, tired yet clear-headed for the first time in... I don’t know how long. I’d lost track of time a long while back.

But I used the opportunity to collect my thoughts.

It’d been hell on me. They wouldn’t let me sleep. I had to look at images of cocks and straight porn close up in a VR headset.

The spells are still protecting me from their brainwashing technique, but I was starting to wonder if it was worth it. I just wanted it all to end.

No. I have to fight. My Sisters will track me. Save me. These evil men only have tech, but they don’t have powers. And my Sisters’ powers can make us immune to their tech. My experience is proof of it.

I heard the door open, but I couldn’t look to see who walked in... until he sat in the chair in front of me.

He was the scientist whom I’d fought trying to escape. This was the first time I’d gotten a good look at him.

He was younger than I’d expected. Maybe even a little younger than me. Dark hair that he kept slicked back with the sides shaved off. Thick eyebrows that seemed perpetually furrowed. Blue eyes. Piercing blue eyes. Extremely intense blue eyes that could see right through me.

He was attractive. Nice jaw. Kept himself in good shape. Probably stood at least six feet tall. But the vibe I got from him was that he always believed he was the smartest man in any room, and that he wanted everyone else to know it as well. It was probably true, too, if he was the one who’d built those machines.

Whatever. He still looked like an obnoxious prick.

“Hello. Ava, is it? I believe that’s what your driver’s license said. I’m Nick. Nice to meet you,” he smiled disarmingly. His voice was natural and relaxed, but his smile didn’t touch his eyes.

“Fuck off.” I wasn’t interested in chatting with him.

“Okay, then.” This time, the smile was genuine, his mask coming off. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to hypnotize you with this.”

He reached into his pocket and took out a green pendant connected to a chain.

“You’re going to stare at it and get so relaxed you fall into trance. Understand?”

Why would he show me his cards? Is he trying to trick me or something?

“You can’t hypnotize me now that I know you’re trying to,” I retorted.

He chuckled. “Maybe. Maybe not. Let’s start anyway. Shall we?”

He held his pendant in front of him and gently let it swing back and forth.

“Just focus on the pendant swinging back and forth. Back and forth. And let yourself relax.”

Like I’d actually do that. Plus, they may have restrained my head, but they can’t restrain my eyes. I needed to keep my eyes open in case he was tricking me into closing them.

But I could still look away from him and his fucking lame pendant with my eyes.

So I fixed my eyes on the corner of the ceiling behind him and to the right. That way, I could barely see the pendant. But he didn’t stop swinging it.

“And now perhaps you’re noticing that you’re taking deeper and deeper breaths. Relaxing you more and more.”

I noticed my breathing, but I stopped myself from breathing deeply.

“It doesn’t matter what you look at, though. Whether it’s this pendant, or the corner of the ceiling. Either way, it relaxes you.”

I couldn’t help but find myself getting a little more relaxed. But he was just trying to trick me. He wanted me to look away from the spot I chose so I’d get caught by the pendant.

“You’ve had such a long day,” he said sympathetically. “And it helps to just allow this relaxation to wash over you. You deserve it.”

His voice sounded so calm. So gentle. He must be good at acting, because he sounded like he genuinely cared.

“You’re doing great,” his voice sounded encouraging. Softer. “You don’t have to worry about anything now. Just stare at that spot and relax more as your eyelids grow heavy. Breathing deeper, and letting that calm wash over you as you stare into that corner.”

I couldn’t help but relax to the sound of his soft voice.

But I won’t be tricked. He wants me to lower my guard and look back towards his pendant.

Even if I’m so relaxed now...

“I know you’re feeling relaxed. And you’re going to feel even more relaxed. Not just your body, but your mind will feel wonderfully relaxed too.”

I do feel so relaxed... What was I in the middle of doing? Relaxing? Wait. Resisting, right?

“You were relaxing because you deserve it.”

Had I accidentally said that out loud?

“You just need to stare at that spot, because the more you stare, the more you relax. And the more you relax, the deeper you go. And you love going deeper for me.”

I love going deeper for him... Wait... No...

Do I?

It’s so hard to think.

“And I know that you’re so deep now, you’ll easily go into trance when I tell you to drop for me. You want that so much now.”

Drop... I wanted to... drop?

“Yes, you do. Just relax and... drop for me.”

Everything went blank as his words became my world.

Nick Walker

I figuratively patted myself on the back.

Psychological manipulation is always fun. Same with misdirects.

...What’s that, you ask? How did I happen to know hypnotism?

Uh, hello? Brainwashing kink! Of course I’d take that psychology class as an undergraduate!

It was the backbone of all of my research. And I’d gotten very good at it. My MILF professor, Lisa Thompson, would attest to that. After all, she’d been the first lesbian to suck my cock all those years ago.

“Ava. Hypnosis feels so good, and each time you drop, you drop deeper. And you become more obedient to me. Do you understand?”

Her brows furrowed for a second, but then she responded.

“Yes.”

“Good! Do you know why you’re resistant to our tech?”

“Yes.”

“Will you tell me?”

“No.”

I couldn’t help but grin. That was what I’d hoped to hear. I love a challenge!

Just don’t tell Fuckhead Ivan.

“That’s perfectly fine. But let’s play a game. I’m going to give you statements that you will repeat back from your perspective. That’s harmless, right?”

“Yes.”

“But before we begin, there is one more rule. I want you to vividly imagine that it becomes more true each time you repeat it. That’s easy, right?”

Short pause. “Yes.”

“Great! Let’s begin... You trust Nick Walker.”

“I trust Nick Walker.”

“You love to obey Nick Walker.”

“I love to obey Nick Walker.”

“You feel safe being hypnotized by Nick Walker.”

“I feel safe being hypnotized by Nick Walker.”

“You love Nick Walker.”

“I love Nick Walker.”

“Nick Walker makes you happy.”

“Nick Walker makes me happy.”

“Good girl. Now, I want you to repeat those statements you said. The ones that become truer each time you say them. Do that until I stop you.”

“I trust Nick Walker. I love to obey Nick Walker. I feel safe being hypnotized by Nick Walker. I love Nick Walker. Nick Walker makes me happy. I trust...”

Watching her repeat those mantras made my dick hard. Fortunately, she was deep enough that I’d have some time for relief.

I walked out the door and called to my redhead waiting outside. “Dakota! I need some relief. But be quiet.”

I turned back into the room, hearing a whispered “Yes, Master” followed by quiet footsteps.

I took off my slacks and boxers and sat back in my comfortable chair as Dakota got on her knees before me, swallowing my already-hard cock.

“...I love Nick Walker. Nick Walker makes me happy...”

Ava Taylor

Time flies by.

I don’t know how much time has passed since I was kidnapped, but it’s been several days at least. Each day I’ve had multiple hour-long hypnosis sessions with Nick.

He isn’t such a bad guy, really. And I enjoy my hypnosis sessions.

Plus, while I’m enjoying my wonderful, safe hypnosis sessions, my Sisters must be out there tracking me down.

I can’t wait to escape, though I feel a bit bad knowing what they’ll do to Nick.

Despite my Sisters telling me that men are evil, I can’t help but admit that I... really like him.

Maybe they can make an exception for him. When they rescue me, I can show them that there is one good man.

I really don’t want to leave him. But I have to go.

When it was time for the next session, the security officers came to get me. Only, they didn’t restrain me this time. Instead, they just escorted me to the office.

And this time, there wasn’t a chair with restraints, but a couch, and Nick’s chair facing it.

The security guards led me to the couch and told me to hop on, so I sat on it, looking around, waiting for the man who made my days endurable.

Shortly after the two men left, Nick came in and gave me a gentle smile as he sat down.

I was so wrong about him. He really is the smartest man in every room, but he’s humble too. And caring. Trustworthy. Sexy.

“If you’re curious why you aren’t being restrained, I didn’t think you needed it anymore because you’ve been such a good girl lately.”

I beamed at the praise. “Thank you, sir!”

I’d never called a man “sir,” even back when I worked retail jobs. But with Nick, it just felt... right.

“You can lie down if you wish, and make yourself as comfortable as you want.”

I immediately complied, and moaned when my back pressed against the soft material of the couch. It was much more comfortable than the mobile bed I’d been sleeping on.

Actually, I couldn’t remember anything more comfortable in my life!

I tested my head on the couch pillow. It was tempting to lie on my back and close my eyes, but instead, I turned on my side and faced Nick.

I wanted to stare at that hunk for as long as I could until he dropped me into trance.

Wait. Did I just call him a hunk?

Yes. He is a hunk. I know I haven’t been changed by brainwashing, and I trust Nick Walker. So that must be my own belief.

I knew it. Although men are evil in general, Nick is an exception.

There are always exceptions to rules. Right?

“Are you ready?” Nick smiled, and I eagerly nodded. “We’ve made so much progress that I don’t even have to use your trigger. You’re such a good girl for me that you’ll drop into trance just by my command. So, do that. Go into trance for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

I let myself be swept away into the wonderful feeling of trance.

Nick Walker

It hasn’t been easy, but we’ve made progress.

“You trust me. Don’t you?”

“I trust Nick Walker.”

“Good. Now, can you tell me how you’re immune to our tech?”

“No.”

I was relieved she said that, actually. Because that meant there was more fun left to have.

“That’s fine. Don’t worry. Now I’m going to give you some more true statements to say. Ready?”

“Yes.”

“You want to fuck Nick Walker.”

“I want to fuck Nick Walker.”

“You want to serve Nick Walker.”

“I want to serve Nick Walker.”

“You are completely straight.”

“I am completely straight.”

“Great. Now repeat them all until I tell you to stop.”

“I want to fuck Nick Walker. I want to serve Nick Walker. I am completely straight. I want to...”

Like always, I went to get Dakota for relief, and as she worked her mouth on my dick, I considered where to take things with Ava from here.

First, I was directing the commands to me in specific, and not the Patriarchy. I wanted her for myself.

And though I found it hot to fuck a lesbian while still a lesbian, I had to make her straight to appease the nutjobs.

Ava Taylor

When I woke up the morning after the session on the couch, I was horny. I had sex dreams all night of being fucked by Nick. Sucking his hard cock. Being dominated by the strong-bodied man.

He wasn’t a body-builder or anything, but his body was what I’d call athletic.

Just perfect.

I needed to get myself off before the morning session with Nick, and I didn’t have long.

I started rubbing myself, moaning in pleasure, but it wasn’t enough.

I needed Nick’s cock in me.

I didn’t know why I knew that. I’d never had sex with a man. But I just had a strong feeling that was exactly what I needed.

Still unsatisfied by the time the guard—now only one—was about to come to get me, I sighed and got dressed.

When I got to the office to meet Nick and sat on the couch, I couldn’t help but start rubbing as I watched that hunky man in front of me.

He wasn’t surprised at seeing my uncharacteristic behavior. In fact, he was grinning.

“Why are you masturbating right now?” he asked.

By now, I trust Nick so much, honesty and obedience are second nature to me. My reply was automatic.

“I can’t help it. I had sex dreams about you all night, and for some reason, I can’t orgasm from rubbing myself. I know I need your cock, but I don’t know why. And just seeing your hunky body turns me on so much I can’t help it. It’s like my hand is moving on its own!”

“Oh, really?” His smile widened even more. “So you need this?” He gestured to his crotch.

“Yes! Please, please, pretty please, sir!”

“Well, I’ll consider it,” he said as he started taking off his clothes in no particular hurry.

I squirmed and continued rubbing as I gradually got glimpses of his perfect body.

First, his lab coat came off.

Then he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside, showing off his wonderful, manly chest, full of dark, curly chest hair.

His pants went next, revealing a large bulge in his boxers.

As he pulled down his boxers, his hard cock flopped out, and I couldn’t help it.

My mouth watered.

I rubbed myself even more furiously.

After he stepped out of his boxers, kicking them aside, he approached the couch, his cock near my face.

I reflexively tried to lick it, but he backed up an inch, causing his wonderful cock to slip just out of my reach.

“Please...” I whined.

“Hmm. Strip and get on your hands and knees facing the couch.”

I couldn’t move fast enough. At record speed, I stripped off my medical gown and tossed it on the floor, landing near his discarded clothes.

I got on my knees facing the couch, draping my arms across it.

After a few seconds, I felt something warm and fleshy tease my pussy lips, but it didn’t enter me.

“Please!” I whimpered.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me with your cock, sir!”

He waited, still teasing me with his cock, now rubbing it around my clit as I moaned.

“But you’re a lesbian. Aren’t you?”

I immediately answered. “Yes.”

“Well, lesbians don’t fuck men. Do they?”

“No, but—”

“Straight girls get fucked by cock. So which are you?”

“I’m... I’m... straight! I’m a straight girl!”

Right as I said that, I felt him plunge into me with his cock, stretching the tight walls of my pussy with his thick meat. His crotch slapped against my ass, pushing me forward on the couch, nearly slamming my face into the wall behind it.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned.

“You’re my straight girl,” he growled as he continued pounding. Hard.

Pushing my hips forward, my cheek and hands planted on the wall now. I was tiny, and he was so big. I couldn’t resist a cock like that if I wanted to. And I didn’t want to.

“I’m yours! I’m your straight girl!” I moaned in ecstasy.

“And no one else’s,” he snarled with a slap on my ass, never dropping his pace.

“Only yours! I’ll always belong to you!” I moaned loudly.

The experience was sheer bliss. I’d never experienced anything like it.

I loved being a straight girl.

I especially loved being Nick’s girl.

And the moment he shoved his warm, throbbing member deep inside me and unloaded his hot cum, I had an epiphany.

I was made for cock.

For his cock.

Nick Walker

We had sex countless times over the next several days, and I got distracted from my primary mission.

Instead of hypnotizing her, we fucked hard, showing her the bliss of being dominated by a man. Being dominated by me.

Neither of us could get enough of each other.

I was getting addicted to her.

Sometimes the sex was rough, but sometimes it was gentle, gazing into each other’s eyes as I slowly rocked in and out of her.

But what’s bizarre is what happened after sex. We cuddled and talked, about anything and everything. We talked about our lives and interests, but we intentionally avoided mentioning the Patriarchy and her captivity.

Like every woman I’d brainwashed, she was in awe of my genius. But unlike them, it didn’t end at awe, something incomprehensible. No, she was fascinated. Sure, she was addicted to my cock. But she hung on my every word. Asked about my research. My life. What I wanted to use these gifts for. I’d never hypnotized her to invest herself in me like that.

I’d never experienced intimacy like that.

For a brief moment, I started worrying I’d developed feelings for her, but nah... Couldn’t be.

Love was impossible for me.

Ava Taylor

Several days later, I was squirming in anticipation as I stared at the clock.

It’s time for my session with Nick!

I hopped up out of my chair in the lab and darted to the office. No one escorted me. They don’t need to anymore.

They’d only need to restrain me if they tried to pry me from my lover, Nick.

Unless Nick wanted me to stay away, then I’d do that. I love Nick so much.

As I approached the office, he was sitting in his chair already, completely naked aside from his lab coat. He didn’t need to wear it. But I said it looked hot on him, so he indulged me.

I love him so much.

“Go ahead and start.”

He was already hard, so all I had to do was kneel before him and take his cock into my mouth.

I slowly bobbed my mouth lovingly.

Up and down.

Rhythmically.

The comforting motion lulled me into the amazing feeling known as trance.

I had become used to dropping, so I was partially aware of what happened. I just couldn’t make out his words completely.

I always hear them as whispers. And I love that he’s changing me.

Up and down.

So calming.

So safe.

Nick Walker

I decided she’d be more useful to me as an accomplice rather than a mindless slave. I already have one of those, and it’d be nice for me not to have to babysit Ava.

...At least, that was my justification to Fuckhead Ivan for why I hadn’t transitioned her to the final stage of brainwashing, where personality and memories are wiped and built back up.

But the fact was, I couldn’t bear to have that happen to her.

I was developing feelings for her. And I was considering cashing in on my favor to have her as my wife instead of being sold off to slave buyers like they do for most of the women.

...Oops. Did I say “slave buyers”? I meant “donors to our noble cause”—the official justification for the horrible fates of the lesbians and feminists we kidnap and brainwash.

Anyway, I began the session by asking her the usual question.

“Ava. Can you tell me why you’re resistant to my tech?

She frowned. “No.”

That was the first time she’d shown emotion when I popped the question.

Maybe she wanted to tell me, but couldn’t for some reason.

“How much do you want to tell me? Elaborate.”

“I want to tell you so much! It’s killing me not to say. I love you so much. Please trust me. If I could, I’d—”

“Stop,” I interrupted her. “I get the idea.”

She nodded and closed her mouth.

I’ll try asking her in general terms.

“Is someone else preventing you from saying why?”

“Yes.”

“Is it hypnosis?”

“No.”

“Is it tech like we have?”

“No.”

“Is it drugs?”

“No.”

I cycled through an exhaustive list of possibilities.

No blackmail, no duress, nothing.

I was out of ideas, and joked, “But it can’t be magic, can it?”

Instead of responding, or saying no, her brow furrowed intensely.

...What?

All of that bullshit the Patriarchy spouted about lesbians using dark magic. There was just no way. But I’d ruled out just about every other possibility, hadn’t I?

“Was magic making you immune to my tech?”

Furrow. “I... I can’t say.” Furrow.

So it’s either magic—which it can’t be—or someone fooled her into thinking it’s magic.

I decided to humor her.

“Does magic exist?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know magic?”

“Yes.”

...Bizarre. But it couldn’t hurt to follow along with that line of inquiry.

“What magic can you do? Elaborate.”

“Right now, just low-level spells such as creating light, and seeing in darkness. I can also use telekinesis, but not strong enough to be of any practical use. I was supposed to go through a ritual to increase my magic powers the night you saved me from my misguided life as a lesbian.”

No fuckin’ way.

“Show me telekinesis.”

She looked around for a few seconds, deciding what to use to demonstrate. Then she stopped on my dick.

Apparently, she decided.

With a gesture and a look of intense concentration from her, I felt an incredible stroking sensation on my cock, but nothing was touching it.

It was impossible. It was unbelievable. But I couldn’t deny what was happening.

Fucking. Magic.

My mind raced at the implications of this discovery. The implications of discovering the impossible.

I was right to make her an accomplice.