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I realised I've barely done mind control sequences, so... time to rectify that!

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I delighted in watching her struggle to disobey the order. Tears of frustration and rage were streaming down her face as her hands moved accordingly, hiking up her skirt and pulling her shirt up over her breasts. She glared daggers at me, seething hatred from every pore of her body. I grinned and waved the phone again, this time making a show of dramatically tapping on it.

“This is gonna hurt just a little bit,” I smirked as the jewel started to glow more intensely. She glanced down in fear, probably wondering what I had just done. Energy surged from her collar, zapping her with a bolt of electricity. She yelped and stumbled back against the table, groaning in pain every time a streak of light flashed. Without getting too science-y, let’s just say that the energy was slowly ‘rewiring’ her, changing the way her neuron network moves and reacts to the world. In short, I was replacing her personality.

I noticed her eyes had rolled to the back of her head when the bright light had dimmed, and everything seemed to return to normal. She was still unconscious, so I just fiddled with my phone for a bit more until she awoke, making some extra tweaks here and there. When she finally did awake, I could tell her demeanour had changed drastically. A cheeky grin spread across her face.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Never better,” she smirked, stretching lazily in the chair.

“So, how about those, uh… reports?” I prompted.

“Don’t worry about them, they’re as good as gone,” she winked conspiratorially. “I’ll make up some excuse and just say it’s all taken care of.”

“Good,” I nodded. “I think we’re done here. You can leave.”

“Wait,” she reached out a hand to stop me. “I’ve done you a favour, surely it’s not too much to ask one of you?”

“Okay, what do you have in mind?” I asked, noticing that same cheeky grin return to her face.

“Well, seeing as I’m already half-dressed,” she gestured to herself. “Why don’t we just go all the way? I mean, it’s not like there’s anyone else here, plus, meeting rooms tend to be very soundproof…”

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I realised I've barely done mind control sequences, so... time to rectify that!

Previous page: fav.me/ddrkcbb
Next page:

Short story below:

I delighted in watching her struggle to disobey the order. Tears of frustration and rage were streaming down her face as her hands moved accordingly, hiking up her skirt and pulling her shirt up over her breasts. She glared daggers at me, seething hatred from every pore of her body. I grinned and waved the phone again, this time making a show of dramatically tapping on it.

“This is gonna hurt just a little bit,” I smirked as the jewel started to glow more intensely. She glanced down in fear, probably wondering what I had just done. Energy surged from her collar, zapping her with a bolt of electricity. She yelped and stumbled back against the table, groaning in pain every time a streak of light flashed. Without getting too science-y, let’s just say that the energy was slowly ‘rewiring’ her, changing the way her neuron network moves and reacts to the world. In short, I was replacing her personality.

I noticed her eyes had rolled to the back of her head when the bright light had dimmed, and everything seemed to return to normal. She was still unconscious, so I just fiddled with my phone for a bit more until she awoke, making some extra tweaks here and there. When she finally did awake, I could tell her demeanour had changed drastically. A cheeky grin spread across her face.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Never better,” she smirked, stretching lazily in the chair.

“So, how about those, uh… reports?” I prompted.

“Don’t worry about them, they’re as good as gone,” she winked conspiratorially. “I’ll make up some excuse and just say it’s all taken care of.”

“Good,” I nodded. “I think we’re done here. You can leave.”

“Wait,” she reached out a hand to stop me. “I’ve done you a favour, surely it’s not too much to ask one of you?”

“Okay, what do you have in mind?” I asked, noticing that same cheeky grin return to her face.

“Well, seeing as I’m already half-dressed,” she gestured to herself. “Why don’t we just go all the way? I mean, it’s not like there’s anyone else here, plus, meeting rooms tend to be very soundproof…”