This story will be written in parts. Some will help set the story, some will be more salacious. Please let me know if you are enjoying it!
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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.