Another story suggested by one of my readers. This is a work of erotic fiction and none of the events depicted ever happened. All characters in this story are over the age of 18.
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Cynthia:
It's a difficult school with many difficult students. We have a large black population mixed with a few whites and Hispanics. All in all not the most academic of academic institutions. That's why I was so surprised when Billy told me he had entered this year's science fair.
Billy is an 18 year old black student who always seemed distracted and uninterested in the classroom, but once he decided to enter the science fair, he turned into a completely different student. Almost all of the faculty were impressed by the energy he poured into his studies in preparation. We were even more amazed as we saw his creation evolve from a cardboard mock-up to a full fledged working version of a virtual reality demonstration. We couldn't wait to see it working.
Billy:
I hate school. Total bullshit waste of time. Social studies. Geography. We all know we're never getting out of this hellhole so why bother with that shit. How 'bout they teach us how to make drugs or something? You know, like Breaking Bad?
All the nerds, like both of them, were talking about this science fair thing. I couldn't help overhearing in spite of myself and then they said that Mrs Brown was going to be one of the judges. Mrs. Brown. Hmmmmmmm. She is sexy for a teacher. Little blond always flaunting herself for us boys. I spend a lot of time in her class with at least half a hard-on from watching that hot little body move inside those tight dresses she wears. If only there was a way to... And that's where the real science fair project began.
Mind control. That's really what I was aiming for. I started out on the dark web. Man there are a lot of sick dudes out there. But there are some incredibly brainy ones too. It took a while to hook up with just the right mix of both and start working on a theory. It took a couple weeks to come up with it based on some leaked government studies on brainwashing and mind control.
Some of the stuff was pretty tough going for me, but with help from my "friend" I was finally able to understand the basis for my project. Light of a certain blend of frequencies, when flashed at a certain rate and combined with a particular sound had been found to mesmerize participants of a mind control study. For a time after the exposure the subjects had been particularly susceptible to suggestion. At least that is what the study concluded.
All I understood was that if I could get Mrs Brown to look at some pretty flashing lights and listen to a sound at the same time, I could get her to follow my commands kind of like hypnosis. Simple. Right?
Like I could just walk up to her and say "Hey Mrs. Brown, Would you look at these lights so I can make you fuck me?" NOT.
That's when it struck me, actually it may have come from my co-conspirator on the net, to enter a virtual reality project in the science fair. VR goggles could be purchased as could noise canceling headphones. I could show the other judges a VR demonstration but when Mrs. Brown put the headset on, I could change the display to the mind control sequence and make her "suggestible".
It took more work than I thought to get the thing set up but the goal was going to be worth the effort. Testing. There was no way I could take a chance. I had to test this thing. To do that I needed to bring in a partner and we figured it had to be a woman to be a valid test.
Rochelle was the obvious choice. She was rather blatantly as interested in Mrs. Brown as any of the guys in the class and she was a bit of a badass. It took some talking and the addition of another co-conspirator to be a monitor, you know, to make sure I didn't "try anything funny," as she put it. But after some negotiation, she was in.
When everything was ready, Rochelle donned the headgear and sat comfortably in a chair. When she said she was ready, I initiated the program and stood back. A short time after the program started, we both saw significant changes in Rochelle's stature. Suddenly she slumped down in the chair and almost fell over. That was my signal to hit another key on the computer to give her the prerecorded command.
It was a rather simple command actually. I had recorded my voice asking her to stand up and hop on one foot when I said the word hops. Not very creative I know, but safe enough to ensure that she would not think I had any bad intent.
I was as shocked as Rochelle when, after wearing the VR headset, and getting the suggestion, she started hoping on one foot at my command. It was so funny that Maria asked if she could do it too. Needless to say, I soon had two women hopping around my room. Oh man. Shit just got REAL.
Cynthia:
Science fair day. It was always an exciting day, when the teachers got to see what some of our brightest and best could do, but I was much more excited to see what Billy had done. I had a feeling that this could be a major turning point in that young man's life, and I was proud to think that I was going to have a part in it.
When I got to the gymnasium, I saw the usual array of poster board displays, a few plants growing, and a few robotic machines, but it was Billy's demonstration I was most interested in seeing and so I went there first.
Normally full of confidence and bravado, Billy was uncharacteristically nervous as he showed me his research information. After sitting me in a chair for my own safety, his hands actually trembled a bit when he offered me the headset to place over my eyes and ears. The demonstration was impressive. I felt exactly like I was riding in a car. I could look in any direction and see the scenery passing by and hear the road noise as we drove.
Billy:
I was scared as fuck when Mrs. Brown came over to my booth and asked for a demonstration. This was it. If this didn't work, or if she remembered anything about the programming, I was a dead duck. Of course I had tested it on the girls and couple of guys with 100% success, but there was always a chance...
I had decided that the first demonstration would program her to remember that it had been a car ride. The same as everybody else actually saw. But when I flicked the switch, she would get the suggestion that she loved the experience and she would come back for another try. I had planned that each time she returned, she would feel better and better and want to do it again. I also planned to make my suggestion and to reinforce it each time. The trigger would be for me to call her Cindi. If I called her or even texted her with the name Cindi, she would follow whatever command I gave her.
Cynthia:
