Authors note: All characters in the story are 18+, as stated in the story or previously established.
The Friday Night Games Club -- Chapter 3
When Holly had finally got home from the club night, Connor had seemed delighted to have her back in one piece. He kept apologising to her, although Holly couldn't really understand why or what for. She was feeling so horny that, despite all the sex she had just had with Claire, Cheryl and Brad, all she really wanted was for Connor to fuck her. But he didn't, seeming overwhelmed by remorse about something.
She didn't much like this version of her boyfriend. She didn't want apologies, just to be told what to do. For this reason, she was very grateful that Brad had given her such clear orders. She commenced adding the drug to Connor's meals the next morning.
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Connor had been full of good intentions that first evening. He intended to stop drugging Holly and had decided he wouldn't take her to the third and final session. That way she should start to recover. And he would come up with a plan to free his sister Katie from Brad's control.
However, as the next few days passed, he found it harder and harder to think about such things. Five days in he had ceased to care. He was struggling to concentrate at work as well and had booked a couple of weeks leave in the hope of recovering. Then, seven days after the previous games' night and a week before the next one, he received a summons to go and see Brad. He could think of no reason not to, so he obeyed.
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Bradley Gilmour's journey into mind control had begun casually. Throughout his life it had annoyed him that human beings were so difficult. He was certain that he had the best ideas about things and matters would always go smoother if everyone else just did as they were told. But people were contrary, advancing different ideas, most of which he considered plainly stupid, and arguing about everything. It all wasted so much time and effort.
And then there were women. Brad was a handsome man and could be very charming when he felt like it, and he had never had difficulty in attracting women. But the relationships never seemed to last. Two or three months in, Brad would start trying to take control of his new girlfriend's life, telling her what to wear, now to act, who she could meet and see.
To him this was perfectly reasonable. After all, he knew so much better than they did what was good for them, so actually he was trying to help. His woman doing what he told her was in her own best interests. But each time, either his girlfriend rebelled, or her friends and family became concerned and starting telling her it was an abusive relationship and she should get out, and so the affair would disintegrate.
It had occurred to Brad that if only there was some way to force people to obey him the world would be a better place for everyone. He began to read up on mind control, starting with what was readily available on the internet -- hypnosis, MK Ultra, neuro-linguistic programming, the NXIVM cult and all the rest of it.
None of this was what he was looking for, but here and there he found hints of something more. So, he got the required browser software and started to look on the dark web. And it was there, hidden amongst the guns and drugs and fake IDs, that he found what he sought.
When he first read the claims being made by a man named Geoff Mills, he had dismissed them as either fantasy or fraud. Mills was actually offering to sell a mind control technique which he claimed was guaranteed to work and to do so quickly. The price was steep, but Brad held a well-paid senior managerial job in a logistics company and could easily afford it.
A couple of months of dwelling on the idea had convinced Brad to give it a go. If it didn't work, then so be it, he would have lost nothing but some money he could spare. But if it worked... well then, he could finally get what he had wanted all his life.
Brad had contacted Geoff Mills and after a few exchanges of emails, they had agreed to meet. The venue, a cheap hotel room in a Travel Lodge near Luton, was astoundingly ordinary for such a transaction. Mills had brought with him an example of his handiwork, some blonde twenty-something slut called Jessica, who he claimed had been an ordinary housewife just two months before. Now, he said, she was enslaved to him and did anything he ordered.
Mills had told Jessica to obey Brad's commands, so Brad had asked for a blow-job. She had instantly obeyed, leaving him wishing he had asked to fuck her instead. Nevertheless, he was impressed. Her obedience had been immediate and complete and Brad didn't think she was acting. He had paid the money that day and come away with a supply of liquid drugs, an ultrasonic device and a full set of instructions.
Brad's first target had been Cheryl Denby, a 38-year-old divorcee, who he had his sights on for some time without making any progress. He had told Connor that he had married her to get to her daughter Stacey, a very bright and attractive girl of 18. This was partly true, but not the whole story. Cheryl also had money. She had been married to a very wealthy man and when they divorced half the household assets had come to her. She was also far from unattractive herself, so it was a triple win from Brad's point of view -- Cheryl, Stacey and the money.
Brad had turned on his full charm and managed to organise some dates with Cheryl. Secretly he was drugging her on each occasion. Once she was subdued enough, which only took about ten days, he started using the ultrasound device on her as well. Within two weeks they were engaged. After a month they had married in a quickly organised wedding. Cheryl and her money were his, and he couldn't believe how easy it had been.
This also gave him ready access to Stacey. Even though the teen had disliked him and avoided him from the beginning, she proved essentially defenceless now they were living in the same household. He began drugging her food and was soon programming her. Within a fortnight of his becoming her step-father she was obeying his orders and sharing his bed as a sex slave.
It was around this point that Brad made a tweak to Mills' method. He carried on using the drugs exactly as prescribed, as he had no knowledge or understanding of what was in them or how they worked. However, he found through experimentation that by changing the frequencies used by the ultrasound he could effectively reduce the subject's intelligence. His guess was that when combined with the drug it must be having the effect of blocking neural pathways in the brain.
Brad proceeded to test this on Cheryl and Stacey, having concluded that dumbing them down would be helpful to maintaining control. After all, he had no interest in their opinions on anything anyway. He had used IQ tests to monitor the impact, and calculated that three sessions with the ultrasound reduced intelligence by around 27%. Further sessions seemed to have no additional effect.
Brad was fond of telling his customers that three sessions made the various effects permanent. In truth he didn't really understand how Mills' methods worked and was, at best, guessing. But he was nothing if not a self-confident man and didn't let that worry him.
