The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Dr. Hawken?” My receptionist’s voice sounded from the speakerphone.

“Yeah?” I mumbled around a mouthful of Skyline Chili.

“There is a Mr...” She paused, and I could hear voices in the background. “...Mr. Dory here to see you, from...” She paused again. ... Meretricis Pharmaceuticals. Should I show him in?”

I stopped chewing and swallowed. Hard. I hadn’t heard Hugh Dory’s name since the failed drug study that produced the anesthesia cocktail I use to implant suggestions in my patient’s minds. He was SmithGlaxoKline’s clinical drug safety specialist for the study, the man who should have told us to stop as soon as we discovered its psychological effects. After corporate R&D learned what was happening and pulled the plug, Hugh disappeared; some guessed he was wearing cement shoes at the bottom of the Ohio River, others figured he was interrogating terrorists for the CIA. And now he was in my waiting room.

“Dr. Hawken! Good to see you again.” Hugh Dory oozed cheer like cheap fried chicken oozed grease, and his handshake left me wanting a napkin. He was in his mid-thirties, just like me, but with slicked-back hair and a glossy pin-stripe suit. As far back as I’d known him he’d been fighting a battle with middle-age spread, and he was still losing. “You’re still looking good, I see.”

I shrugged and waved him to a chair. Unlike him I’d kept fit; with strong facial features and tousled blond hair I didn’t really need drugs to score with women.

“This is an...unexpected surprise, Hugh.”

“What? No words of welcome for an old friend?” He stuck out his lower lip in an unattractive pout. “After all this time?”

I let a beat pass before replying.

“Good to see you again, Hugh. How have you been?” I conceded, but my smile didn’t reach my eyes.

“Much better.” He said, and his didn’t reach his eyes either. “So. How is business?”

“No complaints.” I temporized, still trying to guess why he was here.

“And your patients, they follow instructions, do they?” He said, slinging one arm over the back of his chair and relaxing.

I chilled. Did he know that we still used the anesthesia cocktail? Blackmail—is that why he was here today? I tried to think of how he might have discovered us.

His smile became a leer.

“Always the coy one, weren’t you, Hawken. I remember your lectures about patients’ rights, but we know what kind of doctor you really are, don’t we.”

“I—I don’t—” I began, but he cut me off with a wave of his hand.

“Don’t waste my time, Hawken. You’ve got a cute receptionist.” He changed the subject abruptly. “And I’d like a blowjob for my trouble.”

I jerked back in my chair.

“Heh.” He mocked me. “You used the gas on her, didn’t you? Of course you did. Why else would a hottie like her still be working for a doctor who rapes his patients?”

“I—” I don’t rape anyone. Not exactly.

“Look. She’s either here on her knees, or I walk out that door.” He slouched in his chair and spread his legs. Ugh.

“Wh—why are you—”

“Here?” He finished my question. “Blowjob first, then we talk.”

My mind whirled. Subtlety was never Hugh’s strong suit. If he wanted to blackmail me he would have said so—but maybe he didn’t have proof and was fishing for evidence. Why else would he be here? He didn’t look like he needed money, so what was he up to?

Hugh stared at me with his mocking smile.

“A-a-alright.” I stuttered. “I’ll go get her.”

I saw my nurse Kristy first.

“Kristy, I...need a favor.” I asked, unsure how she’d react.

“What’s up, Doc?” She batted her eyes innocently, but that didn’t stop her from putting a hand on my crotch. Waiting for my reaction, she moved closer, until her breasts were rubbing against my chest.

“It’s not that.” I temporized.

“No? How about this?” She took one of my hands and placed it on her perfect ass—round and tight and imminently squeezable. I forced myself to keep my hand off her pussy.

“I...I need you to give someone a blowjob.” I confessed.

“Why didn’t you just say so?” She said with a predatory grin, while reaching for the buttons on my lab coat.

“No, I mean—” I took her hands in my own. “I need you to blow the man in my office.”

“That one who just came in?” She moved away from me. “He looks like a sleaze.”

He is a sleaze, I refrained from saying.

“That wasn’t part of our deal, Mitch. Blowjobs for you and help with gassing patients, and I get to play with the patients—nothing about blowing strangers.” She frowned.

“Kristy. What’s the most important thing about what we do?”

“The most important thing is that no one find out.” Her eyes glazed for a moment as she repeated my instructions. Years ago when I’d gassed Kristy to cement the deal I’d taken certain precautions. I didn’t want to have to use her this way, but I wasn’t going to risk my medical practice for her sake.

“That’s right. And if that man doesn’t get a blowjob, he will tell people what we do.”

“That’s—that’s blackmail!” She responded angrily.

“I know, but we can’t go to the police, can we? Keeping our secret is the most important thing, and you need to go down on him to keep our secret.” I repeated firmly.

“But—” She said, but I could see her resolve weakening as the conditioning activated.

“You do give great head, Kristy.” I encouraged her, moving closer to slide one arm around her waist.

“Yeah?” She looked up at me, red hints in her cheeks.

“Just a quick blowjob, and that’s all. I bet he won’t last long, not with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.” I said, placing one finger on her mouth.

Kristy opened her lips to wet my finger-tip. Her tongue snaked around it and I couldn’t help but feel my cock hardening. Before she could go any farther I pulled away and led her back to my office.

“That isn’t your receptionist.” Hugh said when we entered, one eyebrow raised.

“Yes. That’s—um...” I said, trying to think of what to say, without offending him with the truth, that I screwed Debbie regularly and I didn’t want his greasy cum dirtying her body. “Debbie is...fertile right now.”

I knew the excuse was lame as soon as I said it.

“I hate to break this to you, Doc, but that hole isn’t the one women get knocked up with.” Hugh looked at me pityingly.

Thankfully, Kristy took the situation in hand, sinking to her knees between Hugh’s legs. Avoiding his gaze, she slid her palms up the inside of his legs to cup his bulge. It strained at the fabric of his pants as she rubbed its length, but she only taunted him, letting her fingers trail back down his slacks.

Another slide across his inner thighs and she took mercy on him, unfastening his belt and pulling down his pants to let Hugh’s cock spring free. Not as big as mine, I thought, but not bad.

One hand gripped it at the base, pulling it towards her lowered face, where her waiting lips brushed it in a gentle kiss. Another kiss just below the head, and another.

“Ohhh...” Hugh groaned, unconsciously raising his hips.

Kristy dropped kisses down the length of his shaft. Opening her mouth wide she let her warm breath fall on his balls, then gently engulfed one. From experience, I knew she was tonguing it as she gently pulled on his sac.

She repeated the move with his other ball, sucking on it while beginning to jack him off.

“Oh, yeah.” Hugh’s head lolled.

I saw Kristy give a quick grin as she released his balls. Reluctant as she might have been at first, my conditioning had ensured that she likes giving head, and she was obviously having her desired effect on Hugh. I dropped one hand to adjust my own package, rubbing myself under the desk as I watched.

Moving back to the head, she circled the tip with her tongue, then opened wide to take the head inside. For a few seconds she kept still, content to hold him between her lips while she jacked him. Then her tongue slipped out from between her lips and I knew she’d be sliding it along the underside of his cock.

Impatient, Hugh tried to grip her head but Kristy deftly blocked his hands. Slowly, slowly, she slid him deeper inside. I could see her saliva glistening on his cock when she pulled back. She kept a measured pace, working his sensitive places with her tongue.

“Ohhh...” Hugh’s hips were wriggling under her ministrations, and Kristy took advantage to slide one hand under him to grab his ass. He grunted again as she squeezed in time with her sucking.

Feeling his excitement, she took him deep and kept him there. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and I could see them bulge as she moved it around her mouth. A quick breath, then more of the same.

Her head bobbed as she sped up, stroking him in and out of her slick mouth. Saliva dripped from her lips and her tongue hung out as she went down on him. She gagged for a moment, then went back to work, one hand massaging his balls and the other still jacking his cock.

“Fuck, yeah.” Hugh moaned, “Aw, fuck.”

Kristy’s hand sped up as she sucked the head of his cock. Her knuckles whitened as she squeezed his ass.

She pulled her mouth off his cock just in time to splatter cum across her face. Keeping her hands moving, she kept her face close as jets of cum kept spurting. When they slowed, her hands did as well, and she rubbed his gooey cockhead across her cheek, smearing a white trail as it went.

“Oh, yeah...” Hugh gave a shuddering sigh as he relaxed. Then he looked down at Kristy’s cum-smeared face and smiled.

“You can go now, nurse.” He said, stuffing his still-wet cock back into his underwear.

She looked at me for approval, leaving the bubbly white cream smeared across her face. When I nodded she tilted her head so Hugh couldn’t see and licked her lips, collecting his cum and swallowing it.

That’s my Kristy, I thought, with a sense of relief that she wasn’t upset. I gave her a grateful smile as she left.

“I’m glad to see we can do business, Dr. Hawken.” Hugh said, when she had gone.

“Alright, Hugh. You got your piece. Now why are you here?” I leaned forward, trying to sound as in-charge as I could. Apparently my best wasn’t good enough.

“Can’t a guy just drop in on an old friend?” He laughed, then grew serious. “I know what you think of me, Doc, but you’re wrong. I’m just trying to make the world a better place.”

He held up one hand to silence my skeptical reaction.

“Yeah, so I get some myself on the side, big deal. Are you going to throw stones?” He finished quietly.

That stopped me.

“Now that we’ve finished posturing, we can get to business.” He leaned forward. “I work for Meretricis Pharmaceuticals now. A couple of scientists from Lilli Pharm and I started it up after the anesthesia trials went South and I left SmithGlaxoKline. We’d like you to come up for a product demonstration.”

He pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it to me. It had an Indianapolis address, and a hand-written time and date: next Saturday afternoon.

“Standard drug rep arrangement—company pays for the whole trip. Five-star hotel and dinner Saturday night. All you have to do is show up. We’ll even reimburse you for the drive.”

I sat dumbfounded. After all this time and mystery, he’d shown up and threatened me with discovery just so he could invite me to a drug presentation? My face tightened, thinking about how I’d forced Kristy to go down on him because I was scared.

On Saturday afternoon I gave my wife a good-bye kiss and headed for Indianapolis. The GPS led me to an unmarked driveway on the Southern edge of the city. Thick trees lined the road, hiding whatever lay inside, and I pulled to the shoulder looking for a street address, but couldn’t find any. I couldn’t help but notice all the security cameras, though—whomever I was going to meet, they sure didn’t like surprises.

Eventually the drive opened up onto a small parking lot and non-descript office building, the three-story glass-sided design that fills America’s commercial suburbs. The entry hall was no more informative—featuring the kind of generic reception desk you’d find in any upscale office furniture catalogue.

The receptionists made up for it, though: a curvy latino whose curly hair cascaded down over her blouse, ending just above where I could see the outlines of a black bra under sheer white fabric, and a thin white woman in glasses. Her ponytail was damp, as if she’d just showered, which seemed odd for 3:30 in the afternoon. I approached and showed them Hugh’s card.

“Dr. Hawken! We’re sooo glad you made it.” The thin one greeted me with unnatural cheerfulness. “I hope you didn’t have any trouble getting here?”

“No, just some construction on I-74.” I explained my lateness.

“Oooh.” She cooed in sympathy.

“I’m not too late, am I?” I asked.

“Of course not, doctor. Every one else is in the receiving room, having a drink, I expect.” She winked. Good lord, I thought. Where did they find her?

“I’ll take you there now, Dr. Hawken.” The Latino stood up, displaying a short black skirt and boots. She offered me a packet of brochures and a name badge. “If you’d put this on and follow me, please?”

I still wasn’t sure where I was, but I was only too happy to follow that ass as it swayed across the room. The elevator stopped on the third floor, and she led me past several closed doors to one that opened on a room with deep leather sofas and a bar along one wall. A small group clustered around the bar.

I saw Hugh first. Today he had an olive colored suit on: he probably thought he was stylish, but it only made him look like a pimp. A glass of wine in one hand, he had the other on a tall Asian woman. Rail thin, with sharp features, she wore a lab coat with “Dr. Mika Nakamura” embroidered on one breast.

Only then did I notice the other four people in the room, and realize I knew all of them. Gary Johnson had an OB/GYN clinic in Louisville; middle-age had crept up on the black man, but you could still see the thick-necked linebacker he’d been in college. Dean Stenberg practiced at an Indianapolis hospital. Younger than me, he had the hollow-faced look I’d seen in too many ER doctors: too many patients, too many cigarettes and too many sleepless nights. The other two were women, both were gynecologists, but I couldn’t remember where. Lydia Holloway was short, with round glasses and a pointy nose—she had been two years behind me at med school. Maggie Sterret was taller; with her cropped hair and long nose she looked almost masculine. Like me, they were all dressed casually, mostly polos and jeans.

Then it hit me. They had all participated in the anesthesia study. Each of them had used the gas to control patients, just like I had, and none of them raised ethics concerns, either. I wondered if any of them were still using it on patients, and I knew then that this wouldn’t be just another drug presentation.

“Mitch!” Hugh called out, and I barely registered the receptionist closing the door behind me with a click as the lock engaged. “I knew you’d make it.”

Taking a beer from the lady behind the bar—another fine pair of tits, I noticed idly—I joined the other doctors and exchanged greetings. They acted cheerful, but there was a clear undercurrent of tension, and no one asked the obvious question about why we’d been selected.

“Now that we’re all here, shall we begin?” The Asian lady interrupted when conversation slowed. She had a high-pitched voice, like a little girl. Her feet were encased in high-heeled leather boots that looked out of place under her lab coat, and she tapped one toe impatiently.

“Yes, yes, of course.” Hugh said smoothly, shooing us all through another door into a conference room. There was one long table down the middle with chairs on each side, and the usual computer podium and projector screen on the far wall.

Oh, great, I thought, death by Powerpoint. The others must have been thinking the same thing, by the look on their faces. The only thing of interest was a cart in the corner, carrying something hidden by a white cloth. Snacks, maybe? I hoped.

“Thank you all for coming.” Hugh began when we were seated. “I know you all have things you’d rather be doing—or should I say ‘people’ you’d rather be doing?” He laughed at his own joke, but no one else did. “So we’ll get down to business.”

Here it comes, I thought, but I still wasn’t sure what ‘it’ was.

“Dr. Nakamura and I founded Meretricis Pharmaceuticals three years ago. Since then, we’ve made important strides in understanding and commercializing female arousal.”

I sat up straighter. That sounded like an honest-to-God sales pitch. Did he really bring us here to sell drugs? Some kind of high-tech Spanish Fly? We all stared at him.

“Yes, you heard me correctly. Our entire research budget has focused on that single question of promoting female sexual arousal. Isn’t that right, Dr. Nakamura?”

We looked over at the Asian lady standing at the podium. Her lips hung slightly apart and if I hadn’t known better, I could have sworn she was rubbing her hips together.

“Y—yes.” Her soft giggle struck an incongruous note.

“Thanks to the work of Dr. Nakamura and others,” He acknowledged her with a knowing smile, “we’ve made amazing progress. In fact, we’re ready to approach the FDA about Stage I testing, and that’s why we’ve asked you to come.”

“Because of how well it turned out last time we did?” Lydia asked suspiciously. The others nodded in agreement, but I tried not to let my face give away my growing interest. Was I wrong about them still using the anesthesia?

“The road to scientific progress is not straight, Dr. Holloway. We must be open to penetrating new insights.” Dr. Nakamura quivered slightly at Hugh’s reply. “I admit, though, sometimes they lead to exciting new places and sometimes they double back to where we began. That is why we conduct experiments, is it not?”

Lydia nodded reluctantly.

“You are here because you have open minds. You all use products that the FDA would never allow—” Hugh brought it out into the open, and none of us would meet the others’ eyes “—and you’re exactly the right group to test radical new ideas to improve medicine.”

“Officially, this presentation is about Meretricis Pharmaceuticals new Vaginal Hygrolyzer.” Dr. Nakamura took over speaking, launching a video presentation as she did. The initial slide featured the Meretricis logo I’d seen on Hugh’s card.

“We gynecologists use lubricant for almost everything we do. Anytime we insert objects into patients’ vaginas we need to lubricate them. Am I the only doctor in the room who thinks clean-up is a pain?”

We nodded grudgingly. Even the water-based ones are annoying.

“Well, then. I give you—the end of artificial lubricant.” She said with a proud lift of her chin.

The next slide showed a machine that looked more like a meat thermometer than anything else, with a long metal probe attached to a white plastic box.

“That?” Maggie asked skeptically.

“Yes. It looks like an ordinary hygrometer doesn’t it—nothing out of the ordinary? But it’s more.” The Asian woman leaned forward, nostrils flared. “Much more.” The next slide showed a diagram of vaginal nerves, the same one that we had all memorized in med school.

“Our team of researchers identified a frequency of vibrations that stimulate vaginal nerves without triggering conscious awareness.” She said, pointing to a nerve nexus below the clitoris.

That took a moment to sink in. If that was true, it meant women could be turned on without their even knowing it. A big if.

Maggie and Lydia both pursed their lips, and I couldn’t help but share their doubts.

“This device,” She said, ignoring our expressions and pointing to the metal probe, " contains not only a hygrometer, but also a transducer that converts electrical signals into tuned vibrations.”

Pausing, she advanced her Powerpoint to a close-up shot of a patient’s vagina. A thick wire led from between the enlarged labia to off-screen, and the inner labia were shiny with moisture.

“As you can see, it is small enough to remain inside the patient throughout the exam.

“You mean—” Gary began, still stuck on her initial claim. “She’ll...”

“Yes. Insert this into your patient as you begin your procedure and she’ll stay wet as long as you leave it in.” Dr. Nakamura finished for him.

“Not only that, but she’ll never know why.” Hugh added with a leer. He would, I thought.

“And you want us to carry out initial field tests?” Maggie asked.

“Precisely.” Hugh said. “We’ll provide you with units of your own and detailed instructions on how to use it. The data record protocol will follow once we’ve gone over the product itself.”

“Has the FDA approved the stage I tests?” Lydia Holloway asked. “Because if they haven’t, I don’t want to participate.”

“I’m afraid that the paperwork at that end isn’t quite done yet. You know how fast government moves.” He mimed creeping across the room, and I shared his chuckle. Lydia didn’t.

“Dr. Holloway, let me assure that we don’t want you to do anything you’re not completely comfortable with. Any testing you participate in will be completely voluntary.” Hugh reassured her.

Lydia sat back in her chair, arms crossed tightly under her breasts. Gary’s reaction was equally transparent—he still hadn’t looked away from the monster-sized pussy on the video screen. Maggie and Dean looked thoughtful, but I couldn’t read what their feelings.

During Lydia and Hugh’s exchange, Dr. Nakamura had bent over the cart and pulled four boxes out from under a cover. Walking around the table she placed one box in front of each of us, hesitating before giving Lydia one until the blond gave a little shrug. Unlike the rest of us, she left it lying untouched on the table as we opened ours to find one of the machines, along with a manual.

“The research protocol will follow later, once we’ve heard from the FDA. Until that happens, you’re welcome to put the device on a shelf and wait.” Hugh said with a nod to Lydia.

She scowled and kept her arms crossed.

“Is that it? We’re done?” Gary asked. Damn, he was still staring at the screen.

“E-hem.” Hugh cleared his throat. “No.”

That drew a round of surprised glances.

Hugh strode to the head of the table. He put his palms on the table and leaned forward. Behind him, Dr. Nakamura quietly moved to stand beside the cart, looking oddly smug.

“Officially, this visit is over. You’ve received your material, and the Vaginal Hygrolyzer study will proceed once the FDA give its final approval.” He stopped. Letting the silence lengthen he looked around the table, staring at each of us in turn.

“Let me be clear. You are here because you understand that conventional morality is for conventional people. You understand that the rules are different for the few that build a new future.”

Lydia snorted.

“Spare us, Hugh. Just because you’re a sleaze doesn’t mean we are.” She said.

“Oh ye of little faith.” Hugh gave a low laugh. “Dr. Nakamura?” He motioned to his partner and stepped aside, leaving Lydia’s accusations unanswered.

With that, the Asian lady pushed the cart to the table where Hugh had stood.

“The Vaginal Hygrolyzer is not the only line of research we’ve been pursuing.” She began. “In fact, the discovery of how sonic waves affect vaginal nerves occurred fairly late in our work. Our original intent was to pursue biochemical agents to stimulate female arousal.

“Only female?” Dean asked.

“Yes.” She replied. “That was Hugh’s decision.”

“Oh.” Dean said. He looked unhappy, which seemed strange.

“In any case, our initial experiments were unsuccessful. The compounds either didn’t work consistently or had unpleasant side-effects. We had just decided to pursue a different track when one of our researchers reported something intriguing she’d seen in a scientific journal about marine biology.”

She paused, letting the suspense build.

“The article’s authors had discovered something new. They’d found this—” She drew the cover off the cart, revealing a large glass tank, filled with cloudy water. The bottom of the tank writhed.

“Go on, take a look.” Dr. Nakamura urged.

Bending to look, I realized the mass was actually hundreds of creatures, each no bigger than the first knuckle of my pointer finger. The looked like, well, slugs, I suppose, without the eyestalks. They were mostly gray, with streaks of dark green and purple. I shuddered as she reached a hand into the tank and scooped one out. It undulated on her palm with wavelike motions.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” She murmured, holding it close to her face.

“Ugh.” Maggie said. “I hate slugs.”

“Oh, these aren’t slugs. Nothing like that.” Dr. Nakamura looked up in surprise. “These are a species of sea cucumber. A post-doc at UC San Diego named Sherri Lane discovered them inside dolphins trapped in fishing nets off the Chilean coast.”

“Inside?” I ventured.

“Oh, yes.” She laughed at the look on my face. “Not that you’d have to worry about it. They only live in the vaginal canal.”

”Aww, gross!” Maggie shuddered.

Dr. Nakamura ignored her outburst as she continued, speaking with growing excitement.

“We secured a sample of live creatures from Dr. Lane and began investigating. Their eggs develop into free-floating larva about a millimeter long, and when they brush against a dolphin they catch its skin with their cilia and slowly roll with the flowing water down its abdomen. Larva that catch on males, or females’ upper flanks, eventually make their way to the tail and fall off to wait for another target. Some of them, though, get lucky, and slide into a female’s opening. Once they’re there, they start to grow—this is about as big as they get.” She held her hand up for our inspection.

“After entering the female host, it draws nutrients from her vaginal secretions.” She finished.

“What?!” Lydia exploded.

“Isn’t that a clever adaption?” The Asian lady said, eyes gleaming, and pointed at the tank. “That’s all it needs to survive. See that cloudiness in the water? I add it to their tank every day instead of food. But when they’re inside a wild dolphin vagina they don’t have any scientists to feed them. So they…encourage their host to do so.”

I thought that through.

“You mean...?” Gary beat me to the punch.

“Exactly.” She beamed at him. “They keep her wet, constantly. Just the effect we had been searching for.”

“But—“ Lydia began.

“But what does that have to do with us?” Dean interrupted.

“Once we heard of the discovery,” Hugh explained. “We recruited Dr. Lane to join us at Meretricis Pharmaceuticals. With her help, Dr. Nakamura successfully engineered these parasites to live in a human host.”

Hugh stepped forward to place a hand on the lady’s waist. She blushed.

“A marine biologist left Southern California to come to Indianapolis?” Maggie asked, incredulous.

“Dr. Lane found our job offer quite...compelling.”

The room temperature dropped. Using the suggestion drug to score pussy occasionally was one thing, and I made sure not to harm my patients, but this? Hugh had wiped out a woman’s career for his company’s profit. How many others in this building had he brainwashed?

“Anyway, it wasn’t that difficult.” Dr. Nakamura filled the silence with a casual shrug.

Did she not know about the brainwashing, or did she not care? Or was she a victim herself? I knew Hugh Dory was an amoral bastard, but I didn’t expect anything on this scale.

“You mean…if you put that in a woman she’ll be…wet…all the time?” Gary asked.

I glanced over at the black man. He was leaning forward, breathing faster than before. He doesn’t get it either, I thought. He’s so turned on by what Dr. Nakamura is saying that he totally missed what Hugh implied.

“Yes. Not just physiologically wet, but psychologically ready to mate all…the…time.” She sighed gently, eyes unfocused.

“That sounds like the voice of experience.” Maggie said, arms still tightly crossed in front of her chest.

“For science, you understand.” She looked at Maggie and blinked, as if the answer was obvious. “How could I properly document the parasite’s effects without—”

Bingo. I thought. She’s a victim here too. No sane researcher would ever inject themselves with a new and untested parasite. The thought left me chilled. If Hugh was controlling his partner, who wouldn’t he try to control? I began to worry about whether this trip might have been a very bad idea.

“I’ve heard enough.” Lydia interrupted her, rising to her feet. Apparently she agreed with me, and the Vaginal Hygrolyzer stayed on the table. “I’m done, Hugh.”

“Okay, okay.” He reassured her smoothly. “We only want voluntary cooperation. No pressure.”

“I’m going home.” She said, glaring at him.

“Of course.” He agreed. “We’ll reimburse all of your costs, just like I promised. Unfortunately, the paperwork won’t be ready until tomorrow. How about this...we have a reservation for you at Oakley’s Bistro tonight and a room at the Omni. Why don’t you enjoy a nice dinner on us, and tomorrow you can go home and we’ll agree that none of this ever happened.”

Lydia grimaced.

“I’d rather—”

“Come on, Lydia.” Gary urged. “Why say no to Oakley’s on someone else’s tab?”

“Oh, alright. But don’t think you’re going to change my mind later.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Hugh said.

What a liar, I thought. He’s going to do his damnedest to keep her in the study. How far will he go? I wondered.

“I’ll leave the rest of you in Mika’s capable hands.” Hugh said with a wink for his female partner and escorted the angry blonde out of the room.

After she left, the four of us looked at each other. Gary still radiated enthusiasm, but Dean and Maggie looked more dubious.

“So,” Gary was the first to speak, leaning forward in his chair. His hand moved under the table and I suspected he was adjusting his package. “How does this—what do you call it—work?”

“That’s the amazing part.” Dr. Nakamura rubbed her hands together, glad someone shared her excitement. “All sea cucumbers communicate by releasing hormones into the water. Somehow this species manages to release hormones directly into the host.”

“Sex hormones?” Gary added.

“Exactly.”

“Does it work?” Dean asked.

“Oh, yes.” Dr. Nakamura replied. “We have a pair of demonstrations planned for you—”

“Demonstrations?” Gary adjusted himself again.

“Yes. I’m sure you will find them quite...educational.” Dr. Nakamura smiled back.

Would she be the one demonstrating? I couldn’t help but think. Not my type—too thin and no ass. That receptionist, though—the Latino one—I’d demonstrate her ass her for sure.

“Hold on.” Maggie protested. “What is...why are...” Her voice trailed off.

“I think she wants to know what you plan to do with these.” I waved at the tank. “This doesn’t sound like something that doctors can—”

“On the contrary.” Dr. Nakamura interrupted me. “It has quite a variety of applications. For now, we plan to market it as a fertility treatment.”

“Fertility?” Maggie asked dubiously.

“Yes. Some women have difficulty conceiving because they find sex unpleasant. Our treatment should cure that in no time.” Dr. Nakamura replied primly.

“Ah.” Maggie sat back. Not satisfied, but not sure how to respond.

“So what happens once they get pregnant?” Dean offered the next question.

“That’s the amazing part. One of them, anyway.” Dr. Nakamura giggled. Her little-girl laugh was getting on my nerves.

“The sea cucumbers communicate with the host via hormones, and appear to respond to the host’s hormones as well. Pregnancy hormones in the host stimulate the parasite to begin its own reproductive cycle, which culminates in the creature’s own death as it releases a flood of larvae that leave the body with the patient’s placenta. In short, the parasite-induced hormonal shift lasts only until late stages of pregnancy, after which it disappears naturally with no observed side-affects.”

“And if the patient doesn’t get pregnant?” Maggie asked.

“Then she keeps on trying!” Dr. Nakamura replied cheerfully.

“Cool.” Gary breathed. “And if they were on the Pill, they’d stay...”

“Yep!” Dr. Nakamura responded quickly. I wondered if that too was the voice of personal experience.

Gary certainly shared her anticipation, but I was surprised to see Dean chewing on one of his fingernails, looking nervous.

Me, I wasn’t sure quite what to think. In the right light, the project didn’t seem particularly evil, but I couldn’t stop thinking that Hugh wouldn’t have drugged his partners just to produce a pregnancy cure—and one that honestly, the FDA would probably never approve. I tried to imagine Dr. Nakamura making this pitch to a university hospital Human Subjects Committee and could only shake my head.

“How do you keep them alive? I don’t see any dolphins.” Gary changed the subject. “Do you...”

Dr. Nakamura let the silence drag on to make sure every one of us had time to imagine the scene Gary implied.

“Thank you Dr. Johnson. That is exactly what I want to show you next. To show you that we’ll have to go downstairs, to our nutrient production facility.”

With that, she walked to the door and invited us to follow.

This time we exited at the second floor. The hall here was shorter, and it ended in a single metal door. It clicked open after Dr. Nakamura entered a security code in the adjacent panel and she waved us into a small lobby with several doors. The room smelled, a weird mix of antiseptic and...pussy? I saw the others’ noses twitch too. Activating another security panel, she led us through a door into darkness.

When our eyes adjusted we realized that we were standing behind a wall-sized one-way mirror. What we saw on the other side left us dumbfounded. At first glance, it looked like the room held three dentist chairs. Then we looked closer and they looked like exam tables—each one held a naked woman with her legs up in stirrups.

“Unofficially, we call this the Milk Line.” Dr. Nakamura said from behind us, with another little giggle that none of us shared.

Each of the women was...attached...to some kind of machine. At first it looked like a giant suction pump clamped to their groins, but through the clear plastic we could see rods sliding in and out of their vaginas. A wire like the one I’d seen on the Vaginal Hygrolyzer ran from their slits to a box under each chair. Breast pumps on each tit kept their nipples inflated, and the white fluid in the lines could only be milk.

“Oh my god...it’s like a horror movie!” Maggie breathed in shock.

Sure enough, the women were all strapped down to the tables, like prisoners in an asylum. Each of them wore some kind of VR helmet, so we couldn’t see their faces, but the middle one’s dark-skinned cleavage reminded me of what I’d seen earlier.

“That’s—that girl from reception. The one who—” I pointed at the Latino in astonishment.

“Ah...Felicia.” Dr. Nakamura paused to look something up on a clipboard she’d picked up on the way in. “Came on-line at 2:45, so she’s been producing for what, 18 minutes?”

“But...”

“Every woman at Meretricis spends time on the line, Dr. Hawken. The receptionists, the janitors, everyone.” Considered against what she was saying, her response was inhumanly casual.

“Even the scientists?” Gary asked pointedly.

The Asian lady nodded cheerfully.

“Of course.”

I looked back at Felicia, wondering what Dr. Nakamura would look like in the chair.

“You mean every women in this building has one of...those things...inside of her?” Maggie asked incredulously.

“Yes, actually. This is such an important piece of scientific research that they all volunteered as test subjects. Look at them, do they seem unhappy?” She returned the question.

They looked...well fucked. Felicia was shaking and panting, grinding her hips against the machine. Her mouth opened in a long moan that we couldn’t hear through the window.

“Damn.” I whispered.

“Oh, baby! The one on the left, is that...” Gary mumbled, pointing. Looking closer, we saw that her pump housed an additional rod, pistoning into the crack of her ass. She hung limply against her bonds, drool escaping her open mouth as the twin dildos pounded her crotch.

“Oh yes. We find that anal stimulation improves nutrient production in some women.” Mika replied in a clinical voice.

“What’s with the milk?” Dean asked, changing the subject with a grimace.

“That was Hugh’s idea, to put all them women on lactation hormones.” Dr. Nakamura said. “As a side benefit, the hormone makes pregnancy unlikely. Couldn’t have the whole company on maternity leave, could we?”

Fine by me. Nothing like grabbing that baby bump and sticking it to a woman, I thought, but this didn’t seem like the time to bring up my particular fetish.

“If you would like a closer look at the Milk Line, I’m sure that tomorrow Hugh—”

“Hell yeah!” Gary said, staring at the comatose woman with the rod in her ass.

“—would be happy to arrange that.” Dr. Nakamura giggled at his excitement. “I’m sorry to say, though, that this concludes today’s presentation. We do have dinner tonight, after all, and Dr. Lane and I will be to answer any further questions.” She said, opening the door and gesturing for us to leave. “The receptionists have packets with room keys and directions to the Omni hotel for each of you. We’ll pick you up in the lobby at 5:45.”

“Damn.” Gary summed up all of our thoughts with a word as we filed out.

Lydia was waiting for us at Oakley’s when we arrived. The bistro doesn’t look like much from the outside, and it sits in a strip mall, but looks can be deceiving. Once inside, the dark wood paneling and open kitchen scream haute cuisine, and serves beautiful food to match.

After receiving our pre-dinner drinks, Lydia and I strolled over to the kitchen counter to see what was cooking. After we left the group, she asked me what had transpired at the presentation. I gave her a quick summary, leaving out the gory details from the “milk line.”

She shook her head and grimaced.

“This isn’t about fertility treatments.” She said in a low voice.

“No?” I took a sip of wine, feeling tense.

Lydia’s head moved from side to side, checking to see who might overhear her. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t see Hugh, who had moved to join us and stood directly behind her. He feigned disinterest, but the way he stared out the window and ignored the conversation around him gave him away.

“They’re making sex slaves.” She whispered through the noise of the kitchen. “Think about it, Mitch. Combine our anesthesia with that parasite and what do you get? Brainwashed sluts, that’s what!”

I had to admit, she had a point. Given this was Hugh Dory we were talking about, she was probably right. But now wasn’t the time to talk about it—not in front of a man who wasn’t afraid to brainwash his closest associates. Nervously watching my tongue, I tried to talk Lydia out of her idea.

“Lydia, get real. What would they do with that? You heard Dr. Nakamura. Did she sound like a sex slaver?”

“That’s the point!” She whispered harshly. “She was brainwashed. She had to have been. Did you hear her talk about ‘documenting the effects herself?’ Have you ever heard a researcher say something like that, or inject themselves with an experimental treatment?!”

“And that scientist from UCSD they recruited, would she be here if this wasn’t on the up and up?” I countered edgily, drinking the rest of my wine.

“Of course she would be if they brainwashed her too!” Lydia’s voice rose, and I decided that was my cue to get as far away from her as I could.

“Look Lydia, they want us to test a pregnancy treatment, and I don’t see any reason why not to do that. All the rest is just paranoia.”

Before should reply I gestured to my empty glass and left to flag down a waiter. I’d done what I could to keep her out of trouble, but if she was going down I wasn’t going with her.

Lydia was the first to leave the restaurant, pleading a headache, and we all wished her well. If anyone else thought it a strange coincidence that Hugh excused himself immediately thereafter, no one said anything aloud.