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The Facility: Speak my mind
« on: May 01, 2021, 06:54:57 AM »
This is the first story I've written in about 20 years. Be gentle with me! The first post will be setting the scene somewhat, but hopefully there's enough in there to keep it interesting. Please let me know if you enjoy it, I've got plenty of ideas for continuing if people want to keep reading.

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I am an experiment. I don't know if they were really expecting it to work, but it did. Probably better than they ever thought it would. I guess you could say there were problems. I can't remember my life before waking up in the facility. No idea who I was, whether I had a family, what I'd done with my life before that point.

I was confused, obviously. They never told me about myself. They did explain that I'd undergone some sort of experiment. The aim was mind control. Sounds far fetched right? I mean, completely ridiculous, really. Only it worked. Not like telepathy. I can't read minds. I can't project my thoughts into their head, nothing like that. But if tell someone to do something, they do it. Straight away, they don't think about it, they just do it. They don't always like it. Sometimes they hate it, depending what I tell them. I can see it on their face, in their eyes as they try in vain to resist what I've told them, even as they're doing it.


Professor Levin and Dr Reid were the ones that tested me. Day 1 of my new life, the only life I remember, I was taken by armed guards to a sterile looking white room, with a table and chairs. Cameras were positioned in the ceiling, someone obviously wanted to know exactly what happened in here. Of course, I tried asking the guards what was going on, but they completely ignored me. They led me into that room, sat me in a chair, and strapped me into it with leather restraints.

Wait a minute… how did they ignore me, if people do whatever I say?? Well, there's a couple of reasons in this case. Number one, if I ask someone a question, they're not compelled to answer. I can ask someone their name, and they can ignore me. Might be rude of them, but hey, there are rude people out there. Luckily, it doesn't take a genius to find a workaround for this. Instead of asking them, if I say to someone, "Tell me your name", then they will tell me, immediately, and honestly. Even the rude ones.

Of course, when the guards were taking me to the room, I knew nothing of this. I was asking where I was, who I was, where they were taking me. No response. Like I said, some people are rude.

But then there was reason number two. They were prepared for me. I didn't realise at the time, but guards assigned to me all wore special earpieces that filtered out noise around them, but allowed them to communicate with each other. So they weren't really being rude, they just couldn't hear me. But I'd bet, even if they could have heard me, they wouldn't have told me anything. Pricks.

Sorry. That was a tangent. I do that, getting distracted and going off in a different direction. You'll probably notice more of that if you bother to keep reading. Shit, there I go again. I was trying to tell you about the Professor and Dr Reid.


Ok, so back on track, I'm sitting in this room, strapped to a chair, watched by cameras, when they walk in. Professor first, he was in charge, always led the way. Mid 50's, grey hair, goatee, glasses. Bit overweight, wearing shirt, tie, trousers, lab coat. Textbook professor type.

Dr Reid… different story altogether. To start with, Dr Reid was a chick. And a hot one at that. Full on model type, hot enough that I didn't spend much time looking at the Prof.  26 years old. Long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes. Labcoat over a blouse, showing a nice V of bare skin where the top buttons were undone. Nice tits, flat belly. Skirt that finished just above the knees. Real nice package.


So these two had doctorates in psychology, or some such shit. The Prof told me that they'd done some procedures on me, and they wanted to test whether they were successful. Dr Reid was going to be the test subject. I was thinking of some tests I'd like to run on her.

But I went along with it. I mean, what else would I do, I was strapped to a chair in a weird room. Basically it went like this:-

Prof said, "Tell Dr Reid to stand up."

I said, "Dr Reid, stand up."

Dr Reid stood up. She glanced at the Prof, looking a bit surprised. He looked excited. I thought they were messing with me. 

Prof said, "Tell her to clap her hands."

I looked at her and said, "Clap your hands."

She did it. Clapped a few times, then stopped. They both looked excited. I thought this was a joke.

Prof said, "Tell her to walk around the room."

I thought that we needed a better test. I said, "Dr Reid, play with your tits. Rub and squeeze them until I tell you to stop."

She fucking did it! She was standing across the table from me, and her hands went straight to her chest. She cupped her tits through her shirt, and started rubbing and squeezing. God, it looked hot. Even the look of outrage on her face as she did it.

The Prof was shocked. His face went red and he sputtered as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Tell her to stop, right now! If I call the guards, they will taser you without hesitation. Even if they think we've lost control, they will come in here and put you down!"

I smirked at him, "Don't do anything to draw attention. Sit there quietly and calmly."

He appeared to relax back in his chair, as I looked back over at Dr Reid, still groping her own tits. Her blouse was all crumpled, pulling up from her skirt, showing an inch of her flat belly as she mashed those sexy tits against her chest. Whoever was monitoring the camera was probably getting a fair idea that she wasn't the one in charge here.

"Ok, you can stop now."

She gasped in relief as she dropped her hands, glaring at me furiously. I was about to give her another instruction when the door burst open, two guards charging in, weapons pointed at me. I yelled at them to stop, but, like I said, special earpieces. Dr Reid leaned across the table and slapped my face, hard. Gave me a great view of her cleavage down her crumpled blouse.

I managed to drag my eyes up from her tits as she spat out, "Fry the creep!"


The guards didn't hesitate. I felt a massive jolt as electricity surged through me. My muscles spasmed, incredibly painfully, and then went limp. I would have fallen to the floor if I wasn't strapped into the chair. I was still conscious, I could see Dr Reid sneering at me as the guards unstrapped me, pulling me to my feet. My mouth was opening and closing, like a fish out of water, trying to form words. She stepped closer, making the guards pause as they dragged me. Her voice was still quavering with anger as she leaned in and muttered, "I'm going to make you pay for that."

I managed to clear my throat, croaking out "Dr Reid?"

She smirked, thinking she was back in control now.

I managed a smile of my own as I croaked, "Fingerfuck your cunt, hard and fast, til I tell you to stop…"

She screamed in outrage, yelling at the guards to get me out of there, even as she was hiking up her skirt and sliding a hand into her panties. I can still hear the sound of her humiliated moan as she slid her fingers inside herself, while the Prof sat there staring.



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Re: The Facility: Speak my mind
« Reply #1 on: May 01, 2021, 09:51:01 AM »
I find it always wonderful if somebodies first post on this site is a story, it is even better if it is the beginning of such a good one. So beside me welcoming you to RC let me introduce you to the rep and fap buttons, because both is well deserved.


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Re: The Facility: Speak my mind
« Reply #2 on: May 01, 2021, 06:09:49 PM »
Thank you! I appreciate the welcome, and glad you enjoyed the start of the story.

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Re: The Facility: Speak my mind
« Reply #3 on: May 02, 2021, 03:31:09 PM »
Excellent!
I love the unique narrative and that I had to carefully read it all to fully comprehend the scenario.

I hope you don't wait another 20 years to unveil your writing.  Definitely want a continuation!

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Re: The Facility: Speak my mind
« Reply #4 on: May 03, 2021, 02:33:41 PM »
I loved the conversational style you used. Also gives us a good perspective on the narrator's personality. Yes interesting story and I'm looking forward to where you take this.
"Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people." Karl Jung.

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Re: The Facility: Speak my mind
« Reply #5 on: May 04, 2021, 12:30:46 AM »
Thank you both! Rest assured there will not be a 20 year wait for the next part. Should be up in the next few days :thumbs:

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Re: The Facility: Speak my mind
« Reply #6 on: May 04, 2021, 08:19:57 AM »
Definitely anticipating more of this, Kuntera.  You certainly have my interest.

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Re: The Facility: Speak my mind
« Reply #7 on: May 06, 2021, 09:48:09 PM »
Thanks all for the encouragement. Part 2 is below - still in somewhat of a setting up phase. The third part will definitely be more salacious. Hopefully I can maintain your interest until then!

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Re: The Facility: Speak my mind
« Reply #8 on: May 06, 2021, 10:08:42 PM »
I spent a week in my room after that. Room, cell, call it what you will. Just a room with a bed and a bathroom. A slot in the door that someone opened to push through a tray of food a few times a day. The first few days I tried telling them to open the door, let me out, etc. Didn't work of course. Earpieces, like I said, they're not stupid. 

I'd lost track of time when the door opened. Second time in my life the door opened, and for the second time in life, I was led by guards back to the room. I didn't struggle or resist this time. Didn't ask them what was happening, didn't even try to command them. Just let them lead me in and strap me to that chair again.  They walked out and left me there. I waited for the Prof and Dr Reid. 

They let me sit there, stewing. Would have been at least an hour. I spent that time thinking about Dr Reid groping her tits and fingering her cunt. I was hard, imagining it, when they finally walked in.


Prof looked exactly the same as last time. My eyes went straight to Dr Reid. She wasn't wearing a blouse this time, she was in a top that went right up to her neck, not showing any cleavage at all. Her skirt had been swapped for a pair of slacks. She also wore an expression of hatred that she didn't really try to hide as she glowered at me. I smiled back.

Prof led us off with the cheery news that they'd spent the past week debating whether I was too dangerous to work with and if I should just be locked away forever. He also explained that if was to make Dr Reid do anything "inappropriate" to herself, then I'd never leave my room again. Guess he was trying to scare me. Guess it worked too, because I resisted the urge to tell her to give me a lapdance.

He told me that today, we were going to examine my ability for use in interrogation. I nodded and played along, asking Dr Reid the questions he told me to ask. Well, not ask, like I said earlier, I phrased it as a command for her to tell me. Worked perfectly of course, she told me everything I asked. I was a good little test subject. For the first five minutes or so anyway, before I got bored.

Ok, so it might seem stupid to go off script and risk being locked in a cell for the rest of my life. But I didn't really like the idea of being their performing monkey forever either. Keep in mind, I had just been locked up for the past week too, so I might have been a little stir crazy. So after interrogating her about her birthday, mothers maiden name, childhood pet names and whatever other boring shit the Prof told me to ask, I got sick of it. 

First I told them both to sit still and not draw attention to us. I could see the alarm in  Ashlee's eyes already (obviously her first name was one of the questions I'd just asked).

I toyed with her a little. Just sitting there, looking at her, enjoying the fear in her pretty blue eyes. I felt my cock throb just from the feeling of power I had over her. And yet, I knew if I told her to do any of the things I really wanted, I was going to get zapped again.

So I told her she had sexy lips. She blinked, looking a bit confused, and then her tongue slid out, and licked those lips nervously. She didn't seem to know what to do, but after a few seconds she stammered, "Uh, th… thank you."

I smiled politely, like a friendly uncle, "You're welcome Ashlee… Tell me, when was the last time you had a cock between them?"

Her face turned red, and her eyes went from nervous to angry, but she couldn't stop herself replying, "Last night."

Obviously I needed a lot more detail, and she had no choice but to oblige. 

Since her story doesn't advance my story, and since you're reading this to hear about me, I won't tell you all the details, but god it was hot hearing it… 


Haha, just kidding you pervs, I know you want the dirty stuff.

So here it is, in her words, just as she told me:-

"I was sitting watching tv with my fiance. We started snuggling, our hands started to wander. I could feel him get hard, so I took him out, and I took him in my mouth."

I could see her blue eyes fill with tears as she told me, she was so humiliated. I asked her if she made him cum her mouth and she went on.

"No, I sucked him for maybe five minutes. He was touching me as I did it and I was feeling so horny. So I moved up and straddled him as he sat on the couch. We… we made love  until he finished inside me."


My cock was like an iron rod as I listened to the gorgeous blonde describing how she rode her man's dick. If my arms weren't strapped to the chair, I don't know if I could have stopped myself jerking off.


"Answer all my questions truthfully. Did he make you cum?" I couldn't resist asking.

She nodded, her voice soft, "Just before he did."

I smirked back at her, "Did I make you cum when I made you finger your cunt the other day?"

Her cheeks flushed even redder and she glared at me furiously, "Three times".

"Three times?! You horny little slut, you fucking loved it! How long were you rubbing yourself?"

She looked down at the desk, "About an hour."

(Just to avoid one of my tangents, I'll let you know now, I've found this is generally the case. People will keep doing as I say for about an hour after I leave. If I stay there, then they'll keep doing it as long as I want.)

I looked over at the Prof, his cheeks were flushed and he had a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he sat there quietly.

"Did you watch her, Prof? Did you get to see her cum?"

He glared at me too, but it didn't carry the same hatred as the ones I was getting from Ashlee.

"Only because I was trying to help her. I tried using hypnosis techniques to reverse it… but nothing helped…"

I laughed, "Did it make you hard? I bet you've had plenty of fantasies about fucking your hot young assistant, right?"

He went even redder as he blustered, "Of course not, we're work colleagues,  I would never think of her that way!"

I smirked at him, "Now answer that question again, but this time tell the truth."

He dropped his head and all the bluster left his voice, "I had an erection the whole time, and I fantasise about her every single day."


The look on Ashlee's face was priceless. Her jaw dropped, and she looked completely horrified at the thought of her boss thinking that way about her.

I chuckled, "I wish I could have seen it. I bet she looked real hot, cumming uncontrollably… hey, do you think I could make her cum just by telling her to?"

The Prof shook his head, still embarrassed, but his instinct to lecture and educate took over, "No, of course not, that's not how this works. The female orgasm is incredibly complex, relying on multiple factors, and affected by…"

I was bored already so I interrupted, "Ashlee, stay as still and quiet as you can (I didn't want the guards to come bursting in), and have an orgasm right now."

I watched her pretty blue eyes widen, and a cute little gasp escaped her cocksucking lips. Her body stiffened in her seat and I saw her tremble, her hands clutching at the armrests. Shudders ran through her body even as she tried to stay still. Her teeth clenched and her throat let out a cute little mewling noise.

The Prof and I stared in surprise and arousal as she cummed in front of us. After about twenty seconds or so, she let out a final gasp, her body slumping forward. Her eyes blazed as she lifted her head, beads of sweat on her flushed face, glaring at me, growling, "You fucking perverted creep. I'll make sure you never see the light of day again."


As much as I was enjoying this, I was aware of the risks I was taking. If I was to make them do anything more than I had,  the guards would come back and fry me. And even if I left things as they were right now, I would probably end up locked away forever. I wasn't dumb enough to think I could just order them to let me go, the guards would be well aware that I wasn't to be let out of here. I needed to figure something else out, but right then, I was drawing a blank. So, to buy time, I told the two of them, "We will finish our session here. You're both going to forget everything that's been said and done in here today. Instead, you will think of this as a successful session in which I was completely cooperative. Understand?"


I wasn't sure if that would work, but they both nodded, and their expressions instantly changed from embarrassed and humiliated, to pleasant and smiling.

The Prof stood up and my little cumwhore, Dr Reid, followed suit. They both smiled and thanked me for my cooperation as they walked out. I saw Dr Reid looking a little shaky on her legs, but she managed to hide it from everyone else. The guards took me back to my room, as I started trying to figure out how I was going to get out of there. Turns out I didn't need to...





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Re: The Facility: Speak my mind
« Reply #9 on: May 06, 2021, 10:31:16 PM »
Very nice follow up, i liked that this was not as overtly done, leaving some room to build steam for the next chapter.

 

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