[Somewhat muffled, listener is hearing through door]
(Optional sfx: some beeping indicating access denied)
Locked? What do you mean it's locked?
From the inside?
You've got to be kidding me!
Subject Seven! Open this damn door right this instant!
(Sigh/harrumph)
Clearly a review of my security protocols is in order.
(Sfx: footsteps walking away)
[End of muffled part]

[Pause]
(Sfx: intercom crackling to life)

Testing, testing.
(Sfx: tapping on the mic)
Is this on?
Ah, good.
Welcome to the storeroom of my evil lair, Subject Seven!
It saddens me that you didn't find your previous accommodations to your liking.
Please, elucidate the next step in your brilliant escape plan for me.
You got out of your restraints and managed to lock yourself into my storeroom, well done, you.
And now what?
Planning to stay in there until the end of time?

I don't think you fully realize the predicament you are in.

You remember the water my minion made you drink before apparently so *expertly* bungling the fastening of your restraints?
It was laced with compound three.
A cocktail of aphrodisiacs and a little something I whipped up based on the toxin of the pufferfish, piggybacking on the body's natural oxytocin to bind with...
Well, you don't really need to know.
Suffice to say, it's going to make you more and more docile and compliant as you become more aroused. 
Well, probably, I haven't actually tested it yet.
And aphrodisiacs, well, no need to explain those.

I'm planning to release it into the city's drinking water supply. 
A single dose is not enough to have any lasting effects.
[Muttering] Probably.
[Dramatic] But with continuous exposure... I will have the entire city kneeling at my feet before anyone realizes what's going on! (Stereotypical evil villain laugh, think muahahaha)
[Musing] On the other hand, I don't want to end up starring in a bad zombie movie either, so it seems prudent to test it on a guinea-pig first.
Hence, you!
You should feel honored.
You are at the forefront of science!
Advancing the sum total of human knowledge!
There is really nothing to worry about. 
You will just experience a mind shattering orgasm, some… interesting temporary effects and then I'll send you on your way again.
So please get your ass back to the brainwashing chamber so we can all get on with our day.
[Musing] Well, at least I *think* the effects will be temporary.
[Perking up] But hey, that's what experiments are for!
Hmm.
You're still not moving.
It's the term "brainwashing chamber", isn't it?

(Sfx: handheld mic click)
[Dictating] Note to self: change the term ‘brainwashing chamber’ to something more... euphemistic.
(Sfx: handheld mic click)

I have half a mind to break down the door and just toss you into the brainwashing chair.
There is *some* merit in confirming repeatability of previously established results.
Verifying statistical significance, if you will.
Still, not really something that will get me a lot of recognition from my peers.

[Agitated] Can you believe Seductra had the gall to call to call my pinnacle of technological achievement *clichéd*?
[Agitated] Probably fucked her way onto the Council of Evil, the slut!
[Agitated] As if her pheromones are so terribly original.

(Sfx: handheld mic click)
[Sudden tone shift, calmly dictating] Note to self: Investigate how to synthesize Seductra's pheromones.
(Sfx: handheld mic click)

[Agitated again, carrying on as if note never happened] The stupid bitch doesn't even realize that's what she's doing. 
Thinks it's her -decidedly average- mammaries that have men drooling their minds out.
Hah! The first superhero with anosmia is going to fuck her shit up so bad!
Or better yet, imagine if she tried her bullshit on some average Joe without a sense of smell.
What I wouldn't give to see the look on her face when she realizes she's not all that much to look at after all.
[Pause]
[An idea coming to mind] Say… how would you feel about getting your olfactory nerve severed?
It'd be for a good cause! 
You'd get to punch a stuck-up hussy in the face!
No?
Well, plenty of time to change your mind about it.

Speaking of changing your mind...
I prefer a more… controlled setting, but there's no reason I can't go ahead with the experiment.
All I really have to do is get you aroused enough, after all.

(Sfx: handheld mic click)
[Dictating] Logbook entry: Unable to return Subject Seven to confinement. Attempting to entice subject into engaging in autostimulation of the phallus by applying auditory stimuli instead of previously established experimental procedure.
(Sfx: handheld mic click)

Did you know that some sounds are just *inherently* arousing?
Yes, it's true.
I'm not sure if it's innate or if we're all just conditioned by society, but the effects some sounds have are undeniable.
Like the sound of someone moaning, like this.
(Soft moan)
Or… this sound.

[Sfx: Wet sounds start, improv moaning etc]

Do you hear it?
I don't even have to tell you what you're hearing for that sound to make your cock *twitch*... do I?
No…
But I bet that if I did, the effect would be even stronger.. 
That if I told you *exactly* what you are hearing,  that it would excite you even more.

It's the sound of my pussy.
Uh-huh.
I've got two fingers inside me and I'm just… rubbing away at my clit.
[Improv masturbation description]

Makes a nice sound, doesn't it?

(Chuckle)
To think after all those countless hours with my nose in textbooks and monographs on chemistry, biology, psychology and so on, it's that filthy *smut* that I'm so fond of, which is proving most useful in this situation.

I can see you're already fidgeting in there.
(Chuckle)
Yes, I can't hear you, but I see you just fine.
Smile for the camera, Subject Seven.
Oh, it's too bad *you* can't see *me* though.
The way I'm slowly pushing the tip of my finger inside my wet pussy, before pulling it out again.. 
The way I'm fondling one of my shapely tits.
Just gently teasing the nipple.
Arching my back in pleasure.

It's really a pity you escaped from your restraints.
I had all kinds of fun toys to use.
Electrostimulators, vibrating wands, and of course, the mark two of the cocksleeve.
I'd have given you a *spectacular* orgasm.
(Chuckle)
All that equipment to stimulate you and I end up doing it by moaning into my intercom as I'm fingering myself.
Oh well.
Needs must.
But you know all about *need*, don't you?
The need to touch.

(Chuckle)
The sound of me getting off is getting to you, isn't it?
[Happy] Wonderful.

And just think about all the things I could have done to you, if you'd only stayed put in your restraints.
That I could still do to you, if you stopped being so *stubborn* and went back to being tied to my chair.
I'd start by just planting a few soft kisses on your lips.
Then kiss you deeply, join my tongue with yours.
Tearing off your clothes.
Before kissing my way down your naked body.
Until I make my way to your cock.
Lapping up the little beads of precum
Before taking it in my mouth.
Swirling my tongue around the head.

[Improv more description of lewd acts if desired]

Well, I probably wouldn't actually do any of these things to you.
I'm usually more professional about this, you know.
Although… I have to admit that it *does* sound kind of fun.
Maybe with the next person I kidnap.

(Chuckle)
But look at you *squirm*!
Rubbing your legs together, just to avoid touching yourself.
Does it feel good, the friction of the fabric against your sensitive cock?
How about you just rub it a bit through your clothes, hmm?
Just with a single fingertip.
How much harm could that possibly do?
Yes, there you go.

You can also use the entire palm of your hand.
It'll feel even better that way.
Good boy.

Just close your eyes and *listen*.
Listen to the sound of my fingers sliding in and out of my pussy.
And to the sound of my lovely voice, of course.
And think about what I look like, as I lie here pleasuring myself.
Think about how my warm, wet mouth would feel around your cock.
And about how much you want to *submit*.
*Obey*.

[Curious] Is it working yet?

On a scale of one to ten, how big would you say your urge to obey my every command is right now?
I told you, I can't hear you, use your hands.
Huh, what's that supposed to be?
One?
Oh.
Well, that's just rude.

You should see *my* fingers.
All covered in my pussy juice.
[Sultry] If only I had someone to lick them clean.
[Sultry] Are you sure you won't open the door?
[Sultry] Get a little taste of *me*?

(Chuckle)
You're stubborn.
But it takes *effort* to keep yourself from getting up and letting me in.
Doesn't it?
Yes.
It won't be long now until you give in.
Until you cum your mind away and submit.
Hell, I feel like *I* am starting to get close.
Sure, I'm actually touching myself… but, I also don't have 5 millimoles per liter of compound three running through my veins.

Look at you, frantically rubbing away at your bulge.
It would be a shame if you made a mess in your pants, wouldn't it?
Yes. 
Don't you think it would be safer to take your cock out?
Of course, it would.
Better hurry up and take your cock out.
Good boy.
And well, since you're already holding it, might as well start stroking it too, right?
Just spread that precum all around your cock.
Get it nice and lubed up.
And… stroke.

Mmm.
You're already obeying so well.
I can see you're still trying to struggle a bit, but it really is pointless.
You're already too horny to think straight anymore.
My concoction has done its job *wonderfully*.
You can no longer resist me.
So listen.
And obey.

Stroke.
Yes.
Move your hand up and down your shaft.
You can squeeze it a little.
I want you to feel *pleasure*.
Yes, just keep stroking.
Slow down a bit.
I want to see if you're doing it *properly*.
Going down to the base of the shift… and all the way up to the tip.
Yes, just like that.
Nice… long… strokes.
Doesn't that feel nice?
Not just stroking… but knowing you're doing it exactly the way I want you to?
Uh-huh.
It feels *good* to follow my instructions.
Now, I want you to go *fast*.
As fast as you can pump that shaft of yours.
I want that hand of yours *blurring* on my monitor.
Good.
But don't you dare cum yet!
I just want you to bring yourself to the edge.
Bring yourself to the edge and then *hold*.
Slowing down.
Stroking not too fast… not too slow.
Just at the right pace to keep yourself on the edge.

Good.
You're doing so very well now.
I'm proud of you.
There's one last little thing I'd like you to do.
Just because you've been a stubborn little bastard.
I want you to let go.
You heard me.
Let go.
Hands off that cock.
You don't touch it anymore without my permission.
Just sit back… and *listen*.

[Improv to orgasm]
[Sfx: wet sounds stop]

Whooo boy.
That felt *good*.
How about you?
Did you enjoy the show?
Mmmhm?

[Mock concerned] Are you doing all right in there, bucko?
(Mock gasp)
[Mock concerned] Would you like to finish too?
[Pause]
[Mock concerned] Do you need a hand?
(Chuckle)
[Pause]
Then open the door.

(Sfx: scifi? door opening)

You really should have done this much sooner.
Now I'm going to have a little fun with you.
You see… I think your mind has got to be pretty *malleable* right about now.
It would be downright… irresponsible of me, not to confirm that hypothesis.
[Kind] Get on your knees, now.

[Remember to take pauses as she waits for listener to comply]

Good boy.

Look at me.

I want you to say something.
It doesn't have to be loud.
You can even just whisper it.
But you *will* say it, if you want to cum.

"I obey".
Say it.

Good boy.

Now look into my eyes.
Really *lose yourself* in them.

Good.
You can start stroking again, but you *will* look. Into. My eyes.

Now repeat.
"I obey". 

Start stroking faster.

Say it again.
"I obey".

Again.

Faster.

Say it faster.
As fast as you can say it.

And stroke, as fast as you can stroke.

Yes.

You *obey*.

Good boy.
You can cum now.
Just keep stroking until you spurt.

Spurt.

Spurt.

Spurt.

Spurt.

Spurt!

(Delighted laughter)
Good grief, what a rush!
I'm definitely starting to see the appeal of the more personal touch.

So uhh, do you actually obey me now?
Stand up.
[Feel free to improv having some fun]
[Giddy excitement] It worked!
[Giddy excitement] It totally worked!
[Sultry] You'd do anything I tell you, wouldn't you?
[Pause]
(Delighted laughter)
Good boy!

[Happy] Well, I'd say this experiment was a resounding success!
We still have to determine how long the effect takes to wear off, but ehh, details.
Let's take my memory eraser for a spin first, see if we can't get rid of the memory of your stay here.
[Teasing] We can't have you blabbing about my plans if I'm going to let you walk out of here, after all.
Do remember to drink lots and lots of water.
It is good for you.

Look right here.
Don't worry, I'm pretty confident this little beauty is going to work just fine.
(sfx: camera flash charging)
And if not…well... there's always more research to be done.
(sfx: vintage camera flash going off, "whoomp" sound)