There's only so much fun a woman can have in a small town. Only so many people are available to you at any given time, and if given enough time, you've made everyone interesting available to you... in one way or another. It was time I moved on; I had gotten my Master's in biochemistry - the graduation ceremony was yesterday - and, more important than any of that, I had gotten the third piece to the puzzle that I'd been working on for longer than I care to admit.
I still remember when I found the first protein, named Libido, and its antidote, which I cleverly called Antidote. I know, corny names, but those two chemicals were the first two parts of a triumvirate of compounds that would let me easily enslave anyone I desired. Libido worked well to increase arousal, especially in women. However, its effect, while strong, was slow. I needed to get some kind of catalyst in the mix, because my headaches were beginning to bother me.
I mean, having three women and two men as sexual thralls was a lot of fun, but the power it took my mind to reshape their minds - even with the eye contact easing things - was beginning to take its toll. I've known about my power to take hold of somebody's mind since I was in high school, but it takes so much concentration to create a devoted slave for any purpose - sexual or not - that it was becoming more trouble than it was worth.
Well, maybe not.
The idea for looking for proteins that would somehow make it easier for me to control someone came to me because of a peeping tom. Earlier that day, I'd been in Human Sexuality class (a piss-poor excuse for a non-lab science) when the discussion began to focus on taboos in modern sexuality - namely, anal sex. Knowing that I could try anything I desired, I dialed up Jen and Tom, two of my favorite toys, and told them that I'd be joining them for dinner. They seemed excited.
Jen and Tom were (and still are, unless things have changed) a married couple living in the university apartments. She's very pretty, with short, black hair and a medium-size build. Not too skinny, mind you; she has perky breasts that slightly more than fill the hand. She waxes all of the hair from her lower body these days, too. Her husband, Tom, was sort of a bonus. Normally, I only use guys as dildos; but he has certain... oral talents... that make him the kind of guy I could enjoy having around permanently.
After I got there I went straight to their bedroom. They were there, naked and waiting for me. Once Jen had disrobed me and let my black hair down so it cascaded to the middle of my back, they both began to kiss my feet. Taking a seat on their bed was the only thing I had to do to start the festivities. I spread my thighs and laid back, feeling Tom's familiar tongue begin to work its magic in my dripping snatch. Jen came around the bed and sat on my face, facing towards her husband, staring at the cock she so desperately wanted. See, Jen and Tom couldn't fuck unless I gave them express permission to do so, even if I wasn't there. I kept them both horny a lot, which meant there was a lot of begging over the phone involved.
After a healthy bout of pussy licking from Tom (I was enjoying Jen's flavor myself), I decided to experiment. Tom was on his back, facing my pussy, which was quickly descending towards his eager mouth. I decided to give Jen some compensation for the use of her husband and her own body- after all, she was never allowed to have Tom eat her - so I simply said, "Fuck him. You have my permission."
"Thank you, Mistress," she cooed, and crawled over to her husband's hard prick. Thanks to me, he'd be hard for quite some time. She mounted him, facing my ass. I was presently leaning forward, past Tom's head, because he had me in such a state that I couldn't sit up!
"Jen, I want you to lick my ass. When I tell you to, I want you to penetrate it with your finger," I ordered. And, before I could register what was going on I felt the thrill of my first rim job. Her tongue teased my by sliding over, under, and around it. And, sometimes her naughty tongue would wander down to where her husband was working and they would get into a brief tongue battle. I'd have to punish her for that later.
"Jen, finger my asshole" I moaned, almost lost in a haze of arousal. She started by rubbing the tip of her finger - or was it the pad of her thumb? - over my rosebud, pressing in slightly. It was delicious; my hips took on a life of their own and danced about so much even the masterful Tom was having trouble keeping contact with my pussy. Then the finger, wet with spit, slid in. It hurt a bit at first, but the sensation when it pulled out made me slide back towards her hand - it changed to pleasure that fast. The thrust of that finger in and out of my ass started to really make me lose control, and I made Jen use another finger.
"Unnnnngh, oooooooh, don't stooooop," I trailed off. Tom had brought me to an orgasm right when the second finger invaded me. I decided then and there that I'd use the lube that I'd bought on the way. Making them both stop, I stood up - or tried to, my knees weren't cooperating much - and wobbled over to my purse. Pulling out a bottle of lube, I spread it on Tom's cock, which was still rock hard because he hadn't been allowed to orgasm - neither had Jen, of course; that's only fair. I had Jen take my place on the bed, and this time I sat on her face. She started eating me almost immediately - she's not as good as Tom, but hey, few people are.
"Tom, I want you to slowly put your cock in my ass while your wife eats my pussss... mmmmm, unnnnnngh... yeah, that's it, slowly..." He hadn't waited for me to finish; he just started to slowly - tenderly, almost - fuck my asshole. As he started to pick up some speed and a rhythm, I decided that, while fun, this was a special-occasion kind of thing. Just then, something fell in the closet - and I noticed, for the first time, that they had the louvered doors on their closet that anyone could see through.
Tom and Jen were oblivious to the commotion; they were well-trained to worry about my pleasure before anything else. Making a supreme effort, I stared into the closet, and waited... and then, amidst all of the sensations coming from my well-pounded ass and well-treated pussy, I sensed the hooks of my mind snag another. I was about to tell my lovers to stop so I could concentrate - I had to tell this guy to show himself and then start to work on his mind. Boy, I was in for a headache tonight...
But, before I even could tell Tom to stop reaming me, he came out and introduced himself. He was a neighbor, Trent, who had been peeping on the couple (and me!) for weeks through an eyehole in his bedroom that shared a wall with this one. He had videotapes from hidden cameras he had installed when he got a copy of the key. It was when I understood how he came by that key - and most of the rest of his life story - that I realized I was in complete control of his mind, and I was exerting little effort. Racking my brain as much as one can while being fucked from both ends (Jen had started using three fingers to double-penetrate me), I wondered why I was having such an easy time with this one's mind. And that's when it hit.
Well, two things hit, at the same time. A shattering orgasm racked my body, and an epiphany splashed into my brain. His mind was distracted by a primal urge that was overriding his normal psychic defenses - defenses most people don't realize they have. And that urge was arousal.
Apparently, I was in his head deep, because his pants were wet in the front. He'd come too. In a few seconds, I had completely changed his peeping-tom personality to one of respect towards women and privacy. And, there was no headache. Right as I drifted to sleep as Tom and Jen made love next to me (I decided they did such a good job, I'd let them celebrate - Tom would even get to cum in his wife's pussy for the first time since I'd been on the scene.), I realized that if I could create a high level of arousal in a person, I could enthrall them much more efficiently.
With that, I drifted to sleep. And, two weeks prior to graduation, I had the third protein: Magnifier.
After moving to my current home city (which is much larger than the shithole I grew up in), I started to formulate a plan. I had abandoned my love slaves after graduation - well, not abandoned; they'd be available to me if I wanted them. But, they were now free to pursue other partners. In any event, I wasn't getting the instant gratification I was used to having access to, and I needed to do something about it.
The proteins I had discovered were very adaptive and robust. I used Antidote so my early experiments with local men and women wouldn't end up with me in a masturbating heap. (That's how my very first experiment with it ended.). Libido I put in a cheap bottle of perfume - a perfume that now turned heads at every job interview I went to. But, I needed a good way to test my Magnifier compound. It dissolved easily in water, so I decided I'd have to resort to some kind of drink-tampering. When I was pondering how to accomplish that, my doorbell rang.
A sweaty man was standing at my door - sweaty, but fairly well-built. I don't say it too often about men, but he just kind of struck me a certain way. I felt my panties moisten - but not because of arousal. He worked for the water company, and according to his name badge, he was a supervisor named Joe.
I invited him in and asked him if he wanted some water. Rolling his eyes a bit, he said, "Yeah, water's fine. After all, gotta support the product, ya know." His voice dripped with a dry sense of humor that I found oddly sexy. While in the kitchen, I put several grains of the concentrated Magnifier in his water, and splashed my tits, armpits, body, and neck with my cheap Libido perfume. It was now or never.
He drank the water, making small talk that I didn't care to listen to. On the pretense of reaching for something on the table behind his seat on the couch, I leaned over him, exposing my armpit and slightly teasing him with my barely-open robe. The scent hit him, and immediately, I felt my mental hooks dig in deeper and deeper. And, the control was very different than without the chemicals; he wasn't in a trance-like state, staring into the infinity of my brown eyes while I instructed him of new thoughts. It was almost like controlling my own body and mind; it was almost like second-nature.
He was married to an average-looking woman who he loved very much. But, the most interesting thing was that he liked to tinker with things. He could weld and was, before his current job, a plumber. My mind suggested my chemical-delivery dilemma to his subconscious, and he instantly came up with a whole plan that would allow me to enslave nearly anyone. I would need to get a job at the water company, though. Somehow, I didn't see that as a problem.
Joe's delivery system was complete in two weeks, just in time to gather my first permanent slave. Her name was Gwen and she was short, athletic, blonde, and built for high-energy sex. Of course, using my normal talents, I was able to slowly change her from hetero to homosexual. And, she learned quickly how to eat pussy, although she wouldn't remember those sessions until I officially made her mine... and that was going to have to wait for now. It'd take a month or so to do it without arousing suspicion.
As a reward, I decided to give Joe a little reward for his efforts. After all, he was about to make my dreams come true - I'd have a true harem of love slaves without getting the headaches I usually experienced during the enslavement process. So, when Joe came home one day, I was there, sitting naked on the couch.
Between my legs was his wife Beth, who was eagerly lapping at my pussy. She wasn't what I'd normally pick up as a slave; she had some fat around her midsection that made a little bit of a pot belly. Her thighs and ass were alto thicker than I'm used to, but her breasts were not saggy - they were twin bags of fun that were just a bit too big for her C cup bra. All I had to do was force her into a desire so intense that her faithfulness to her husband Joe was a distant memory and - poof! - she was my pussy slave.
He didn't know what to think. He was never aware of my control over him, but he found this scene hot. My scent - the cheapo perfume - had been sprinkled into their ventilation system, and I had spiked Beth's drink; she never had a chance. And, even without the perfume and its compliment, neither Joe nor any other heterosexual man could have restrained himself when presented with this scene. His wife was, currently, totally mine, and I could do anything with her I desired. Her mind was my mind. But, this visit wasn't to enslave the wife of a man to whom I was indebted. It was payday for Joe. At a very slight mental nudge, he began to strip.
Now I saw why Beth had such a big smile on her face when I first came inside her house today. The sight of his 9" dick struck me in a way I'm sure it struck Beth when she first saw it. It was stunningly large and thick. I decided I had to say something to break the ice, so I made his wife cup my tits and pinch my nipples, and I told him, "You'd better put that to some good use."
With that said, Beth moved away from me, allowing Joe's cock access to my steaming hot snatch. Gently at first and then more forcefully, he made his way into me. It was the first time I'd really let a man fuck me since Tom did my asshole - like I said, men make better dildos than lovers, if you ask me. I don't know if it was his size, speed, or rhythm, but Joe's efforts were making me question my position on the usefulness of men during sex.
Beth stood up on the couch and swung her leg over her husband's bent-over form as he pounded my slit with a ferocity that made me start moaning progressively louder. Then, she lowered her pussy towards my mouth. She didn't shave there, but it was trimmed well, and she was so aroused I could almost taste her before my mouth reached her wet spot. The bottom of her belly hung down slightly from her waste - you'd never notice it if she was lying down - but it didn't bother me. Having fucked so many skinny girls, it was an interesting experience having sex with the average woman next door.
Having a bit of inspiration when I felt the tip of Joe's dick begin to throb in anticipation of ejaculation, I had him lean forward and rim his wife for the first time ever. She screamed and leaned forward a bit, almost knocking the couch over. I felt, inside his brain, that release was imminent. I was close too, so I timed our climaxes carefully.
First, I started to cum, soaking the couch. Joe pulled out and, without touching his dick, started spewing cum all over my chest. Right when he started doing that, he had snuck a finger inside his wife's backside. Screaming with the best orgasm of her life, she fell off the couch. Dutifully, she came over and licked up all of the cum from my chest. She followed that with a tongue bath on her husband's cock. I went and took a shower.
When I came out, his wife was passed out with sexual exhaustion. I'd kept her artificially on the verge of orgasm for an hour before he came home; after all, I wasn't going to go down on her until he was watching. He looked up at me with a twinge of guilt on his face - he was worried about how his wife would react. They'd wanted to try a threesome, but under the understanding that he would only fuck her. All these days working alongside Joe had made me realize how selfish that idea was of Beth, so as a gift for Joe's assistance in making the delivery device (and the perfect cover under which to install it), I decided to make a few changes.
I left without a word. It would take Joe a few days to realize the changes I'd made. First of all, his wife was now totally subservient to him, in every way. And, she loved it. Every perverted sexual act he wanted to try - and he had a good imagination - was now going to go off without a hitch. The most important thing to her was his pleasure.
"You're welcome, Joe," I said when I got outside. I didn't usually allow any of my slaves the kind of benefits Joe would experience, but he deserved a reward.