Sins - May/June Community Contest

[MisterZ]

Teaser: Julie tried to speak, but her lips failed to move. Then, shockingly, she felt her arms move on their own, shrugging off her t-shirt. Her panic rose as she reached down to take off her shoes and she tried and failed to stop herself, to control any part of her body, to do anything.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Sins
Author: MisterZ
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Here I go again on my own, going down the only road I’ve ever known…
Julie put her head down on the textbook opened on her desk and ran a hand through her dark, bob-cut hair. Her dad had offered to pay for an off-campus apartment, but for her freshman year she had wanted a real college experience, dorm, roommate and all. And she was definitely getting it. “Do you have to play that all the time? I’m trying to study,” she said, not turning around.

“Jason gave it to me. It reminds me of him,” Tina said. She was standing in the center of the room in her denim skirt, denim jacket and too-tight white t-shirt, swaying to the music coming from the tape player in a boombox on the cheap brown dresser.

“I don’t know what you see in him. Really, Whitesnake?” Julie said.

Tina leaned over Julie, one hand on the desk and the other on her open Diet Coke can. Her teased blonde hair brushed against the side of Julie’s head the shoulder left exposed by her pink t-shirt as she put her lips to her ear, almost touching. “He does have a big white snake. Big enough for two,” Tina breathed.

“Eww, stop,” Julie said, pushing Tina back. “You weren’t like this when we moved in. What’s gotten into you? And don’t say…”

“His big white snake!” Tina laughed. “Now I’m all horny. I’m going to go see Jason.”

“Again? Didn’t you tell me Tuesday was the day you signed up to work with your psychology professor on some kind of study?” Julie said.

“What? No. I’m not doing any studies. When did I say I was doing a study?” Tina replied.

Julie took a sip of her Coke and shook her head. Had Tina said that? She had to admit she had been having trouble concentrating lately. She wasn’t getting enough rest. She was having nightmares where she was trapped, paralyzed in a dark place while voices whispered terrible things she couldn’t understand. She would wake up more tired than when she went to sleep, sometimes unaccountably sore.

She’d been warned people went out of control when they got to college. Not just for herself, but for her dad. He wasn’t a crazy Moral Majority type, but there were a lot of them, and they voted. She couldn’t afford the appearance of sin, let along actual sin.

She was trying to stay focused, not go wild, but despite that her grades were starting to suffer. She was going to disappoint dad, disappoint everybody. She was trying to keep it under control. She had to concentrate now, but she couldn’t. The music was scratching at her brain, the Coke tasted funny, her desk light was flickering, Tina was saying something and

“Sins of the father, Subject 9,” the man said.

Julie blinked. She was standing in a concrete basement, lit by a bare blub. To the side there was a low table with indistinct objects, to the other side were sounds emerged from the dimness. In front of her was an unremarkable middle-aged man in tweed, a little plump, a little balding, his eyes invisible behind round spectacles. He held a clipboard and a pen.

“I know what you’re thinking, because you think it every time you come here. Why am I here? Sins of the father. Now take off your clothes, Subject 9,” he said.

Julie tried to speak, but her lips failed to move. Then, shockingly, she felt her arms move on their own, shrugging off her t-shirt. Her panic rose as she reached down to take off her shoes and she tried and failed to stop herself, to control any part of her body, to do anything.

“I was doing important work. Important to the science of the brain, important to the philosophy of the mind, important to the safety of this nation,” he said. “The CIA thought so, it provided me with all the resources and test subjects I needed. Then the fools in Congress got involved. Your father sat on the committee. His political career has thrived since then, hasn’t it? I’m sure it benefited enormously from the pretty speeches he made. He called my work evil. Evil. He called it evil.” The man paused. Julie’s clothes lay on the floor and she stood naked, her mind screaming. “I still had friends. They got me this position. But my work had to go on in secret, with nothing. I had a laboratory once, now I have a basement. I had trained assistants, now I have a trained ape. At least he’s content with his compensation.”

Helplessly locked in her head, Julie could only allow the man to take her chin in her fingers and turn her face to the side. Tina lay sprawled naked on an old wooden table, with Jason, with his brown mullet and frat t-shirt and his shorts around his ankles, pumping his cock into her pussy. “Fuck, take it, slut,” the fratboy muttered as the table creaked and Tina’s breasts wobbled back and forth. Her roommate’s expression was slack, unseeing.

“It took me a decade to claw my way back to the point I could resume experimentation, using some of the more brain-dead coeds from my classes,” he said. “Subject 8 provided an unexpected benefit. Were I not an atheist I would have said the hand of God was a work when she told me about her roommate. Now, subject 9, you will kneel, take out my cock and suck it.”

To her horror her body did as it was told. She fell to her knees and her hands went to work on his pants, opening them and pulling out his hardening cock. She began methodically stroking and kissing it as though she had done it a thousand times before as her mind took in the smell and the taste for the very first time. She pounded on the walls of her skull as she took it in her open lips, her eyes locked up at his face.

“Subject 8 is not the brightest subject I’ve had, but she could follow instructions. Play certain tapes, tamper with your lights, introduce drugs to your food and drinks. It created an environment sufficient to induce a trance and bring you here for more intensive conditioning, which has proved quite successful. I need to update my notes.” He took a pen from his pocket and began writing on the clipboard while Julie’s lips continued to bob up and down his cock. “Subject 8, session 31. Fully compliant with commands. Concluding test.”

He returned his pen to his pocket, set the clipboard on the table, and grabbed the hair Julie’s head with both hands. He was fucking her face, harder and harder, and her panic spiked as his look became intent and he pressed his face into his groin. She couldn’t breathe, her body wouldn’t respond as she desperately shouted at it to move, and then his eyes unfocused and he grunted and she felt his hot seed pour down her throat.

He stepped back as she gulped down his cum and wiped off his cock with a handkerchief. “Now. Subject 9, sit in the chair behind you, take the clamps from the table on your right and attach them to your nipples.”

The chair was old and wooden and rough beneath her naked flesh, the clamps were small with serrated edges and wires running back to what looked like a battery, and there was nothing Julie could do to stop her body from following the commands. The clamps pinched sharply, and then her fingers were pressing a button and there was a sharper electric shock. Then she pressed it again and there was another, harder, then again, and again, her body shivering each time, breathing harder as the pain grew, until finally her hands rested in her lap again. Julie could feel her heart pounding and a dampness? Between her legs. She had been turned on? She had been turned on?

The man took more notes. “Yes, good. Now, subject 8, come here and lick subject 9’s cunt until she experiences orgasm,” he said.

Julie could only watch as Tina crawled toward her on all fours, naked, her expression vacant. Julie’s legs spread of their own accord, and Tina began to run her tongue along lips of her roommate’s pussy. Julie wasn’t gay, she kept repeating to herself she wasn’t gay, but her body didn’t seem to hear her. Her naked skin pimpled, her nipples swelled against the teeth of the clamps, and her hips began to rotate, just slightly, reaching for the other woman’s touch.

She watched Jason walk up, his cock still semi-hard under his shorts. “Shit, this is fucking hot,” he said. “Think I can…”

“We are doing science, Mr. Robinson,” the man said. “You will have plenty of opportunities for recreation after tonight.”

Julie’s mind wilted under Jason’s hungry stare. She would have felt sick, but her body was feeling other things, an animal heat building as Tina licked faster, thrust her tongue deeper into her folds. She heard herself moan, louder and louder. She felt herself explode, sink back, coat Tina’s tongue and lips with her juices as the other woman sat back on her heels, her face still a blank.

The man took more notes. “Very well, now we will begin Phase 2,” he said. “If all goes as intended, your conditioning will begin to manifest as behaviors in your waking life. Increased sexual drive, risk-taking. Bisexuality. Masochism. Your behavior will escalate, become an embarassment. Fortunately one of my former assistants operates a clinic specializing in dealing with such behaviors. Phase 3 will require a clinical environment. It will be much more time intensive to condition you to murder your father.”

Julie desperately willed herself to scream, to launch herself out of the chair at the insanely calm man, but her voice was silent and her limbs were still.

“No doubt you would find this horrifying, but you can take some comfort. There is no blame, no sin, without free will, and that is not something you will have to worry about anymore,” he went on. “Subject 9, take the hypodermic from the table and inject yourself, and we can begin tonight’s conditioning.”

Julie’s brain sang with horror as she reached for the needle and touched it to

Julie opened her eyes. She was lying in the dark in her narrow dorm bed, her naked flesh pressed against naked flesh, and he experienced a moment of disorientation. What had happened? Her mind began to work it out. She had been so tense, and Tina had offered to help her relax, and one thing had led to another, and…wow. It was unbelievable, completely unbelievable, like some joke of a porn tape. There should have been a pizza guy. She could even imagine an audience, a director calling out instructions. But it must have really happened. She was here, now, naked in bed with her roommate. It must have happened.
It still didn’t make sense. She wasn’t gay. Was she? It had been amazing. Was she gay? She thought about Tom Cruise. No, she wasn’t gay. But she’d done it with Tina. She wanted to do it again. Did she want boys and girls now? Was that allowed?

Yes, yes it was, she decided. Everything was allowed. Images were flying through her head, things she was going to do, have done to her. Her nipples were sore and she didn’t know why but that was good, the pain was good. She had let herself be controlled by what people thought, but that ended now.

She wasn’t going to be controlled again.

[RapeU]

“You weren’t like this when we moved in. What’s gotten into you? And don’t say…”

“His big white snake!”

I'm left with wanting to read more about this mad scientist and the other 6 people he controls. How does Jason relate to the scientist? It strikes me that Jason is a willing participant instead of being controlled, which makes the story more mysterious.

Oh, and the final line

She wasn’t going to be controlled again.

That's a cherry on top perfect way to end the story. We know she is being controlled, but she thinks she isn't and therein lies the tragedy.

[Shocker]

Mind control stories had been one of my first kinks, when I started exploring the internet many moons ago. Something that inevitably lead to forced sex. I really like your story,,but feel it moves perhaps a smidgen too fast.