Chapter 1 - A prize

Tom held the metal box in his hands. His years of effort had paid off.

Tom had always been interested in mind control. Obsessed, really. He had especially wanted to explore the more prurient options enabled by mind control. So he had gone to college to study the brain and poured over research papers. He had worked hard to fulfill his impure aims.

He’d found subtle evidence that the people who knew the most were the spooks. Er, sorry, the “intelligence community.” They wouldn’t tell him much, but they liked cheap college labor. He’d gained their trust over time through his college and had learned some things. He couldn’t personally reproduce their work, and he couldn’t get everything they knew. Instead, he’d made a physical replica of their prize device, swapped it with a real device, and managed to arrange what appeared to be an accidental destruction of a real device. It felt good to fool the people who were expert at fooling others.

Now, in his solitary apartment, Tom looked over the real device he’d long coveted and now possessed. It didn’t look like much. It was a metal box with a grid on one side and an electrical plug on the other. A smaller socket supported a connection to a computer. The box was small, about the size of a toaster. It didn’t matter what it looked like. What mattered was what it did.

Real-world mind control was probably always going to be limited compared to fantasies. This device, officially called “the educator,” couldn’t make people do things. It couldn’t eliminate or substantially change fully processed memories either. Instead, the educator put subjects into an unconscious and suggestible state. In this state, any suggested new memories would be accepted as long as they didn’t conflict with existing fully processed memories. New events could be added, if they didn’t conflict with important events in memory. Emotions could also be added or changed about how the subject interpreted events in their memory. The subject wouldn’t remember being put in the suggestible state, and the new memories would feel as real as any other memory.

The educator could be configured to leave certain minds alone. This was a safety measure so the spooks wouldn’t be accidentally manipulated by their own device. Tom configured the educator so it would always leave Tom’s mind completely unaffected. As an extra safety measure, he programmed the educator to never modify the memories of men. He wanted to manipulate women, not men. Tom carefully reviewed its manual, helpfully included in the device’s memory. The educator could make people suggestible within 20 feet. It could also put people to sleep up to 500 feet and it supported geofences so users could select exactly whose minds would be put to sleep. The educator was specifically designed so its users could perform a stealthy entrance, add memories, and exit. It was perfect for espionage. It was also perfect for more sensual purposes.

Tom knew exactly who he wanted to target first. He’d long been lusting for a particular girl at his college. Darcie. She was a beautiful and busty junior at the college. When she wore short skirts, her legs turned heads. Tom had lusted after her from the moment he had first seen her.

Darcie had briefly talked with Tom several times at college, but only as short a time as necessary to be polite. They were both students, but in different worlds. They were in different programs, and he was in graduate school. Tom had arranged several “chance” interactions on campus. She had aggressively rebuffed him every time. She had made it clear she wasn’t interested in him. She thought he was far beneath her. She also wasn’t interested in casual sex in general. She was a beauty on the outside, but he felt she’d been a stuck-up nasty bitch on the inside to him. She had been increasingly bitchy and haughty every time he tried to talk with her.

He knew things would change soon.

Chapter 2 - A long-awaited meeting

Darcie woke up, thanks to her alarm clock. It was 1:30am, a strange time to set an alarm. She moved to turn it off. She realized her left wrist was handcuffed to the bed at its post. Moonlight streamed through the slats in the window. She looked down at her body. She normally went to bed in comfortable pajamas. Tonight she was in short-skirted lingerie and lacy panties. The lingerie barely covered anything, and it was so translucent that her nipples were easily visible even though they were covered.

She immediately became alert and struggled to remember what was going on.

She remembered. Darcie and Tom had been flirting for many months via text messages. The texts were almost always at night, before she went to bed. They’d been using a clandestine app. The app would quickly delete the messages, so no one would be able to see them. She always worked to make it look like nothing was going on when she met Tom in public. She was proud of how cleverly she’d acted whenever she met Tom in person. She was sure no one watching them would have guessed about the steamy messages they were sending to each other at night. She remembered the sexy messages he had sent her, and the even sexier messages she had sent back. She remembered sending him nudes and dirty invitations, not once but many times.

She remembered she had wanted more, but had been afraid to go further. She had made a promise to herself, she’d wait for sex until marriage. She wanted him, yet she knew she would chicken out before they had sex.

So she’d hatched a plan. Her roommates were out of town for the weekend, so she had the house to herself. She remembered she’d asked Tom to come over, tonight, at 2:00am.

She remembered she’d gotten up earlier to make preparations. She remembered putting the house key outside so Tom could easily get inside. She remembered changing into the lingerie she was wearing now. He had secretly sent her the daring lingerie weeks ago. She’d been hiding the lingerie for tonight. She remembered handcuffing her own wrist to her bed. She remembered she had made sure her smartphone and the handcuff key was far away from her before she had handcuffed herself. She could see where she’d placed the phone and key.

She also remembered the promises she’d made to Tom. She wanted him to fuck her, but she had feared she would lose her nerve when he was about to do it. So she’d handcuffed herself and made a specific promise to Tom. She’d have to make a choice soon, because of her promise. She now dreaded having to make the choice.

She struggled against the handcuff. It was tight and securely attached to the bed. Her bed was too heavy to move by herself. She tried to wriggle her hand through the handcuff. She couldn’t see how she could get out of it.

She heard a sound downstairs. It was the sound of her house key being roughly inserted into the keyhole. She heard the door open. She heard it close. It had to be Tom. She heard the strong slow steps of a large and patient man coming up the stairs. Her heart raced as the steps came closer. She anxiously pulled hard at the handcuffs trying to free herself. The harsh handcuffs kept her trapped. She heard the steps round the corner and saw her bedroom door open.

Tom emerged through the door. Darcie immediately tried to cover herself. She rolled to her side into a fetal position. She covered her nipples with her free arm. She brought her legs tight together. Tom was still seeing a lot of Darcie’s body. She knew her bare butt was exposed to his view.

“Hello, Darcie,” said Tom.

“Hi, um, Tom,” said Darcie. She gulped.

Tom moved to the side she was facing. Darcie realized he’d carried a small tripod with him. Tom set up the small tripod on her dresser, put his phone on it, and starting recording a video on the phone’s camera. The phone had a clear view of her body. Tom turned on some lamps so the video recording would be especially clear. Once done, he turned towards her.

“Do you remember what you promised me earlier today?”, asked Tom.

Darcie nodded yes. Darcie remembered. She couldn’t believe what she had promised, but her memory was crystal clear.

“Tell me. Now.” prompted Tom.

Darcie was in a compromising situation. Tom’s commanding voice made her feel even more vulnerable. She felt she had to start talking. She knew she didn’t dare lie.

Darcie said, “Um, well, I told you I’ve been having a lot of fun with our night-time secret flirting. I told you I wanted to go further. A lot further. I wanted us to make love. No, I wanted you to fuck me. I also said I thought I might lose my nerve once you showed up.”

“You’re delaying. What did you promise?”

Darcie gulped and said, “I knew I’d lose my courage, so I, um, I promised you I’d make sure you could get into my home and, um, I’d handcuff myself to my bed. Um, um, oh, I also said I’d put the handcuff key far away from me.”

“Is that all?”

“Um, um, no. I told you, um, um, I would do my best to be obedient and submissive and sexually please you without reservation tonight. My body would be yours. I would be yours to, um, fuck. You could do anything you want. I’d do everything you tell me to do. I’d make you really happy.”

“I see. What did you ask me to do if you weren’t completely obedient and submissive and sexually pleasing to me? What if you decided you weren’t going to fully give your body to me? What happens if you break your promise? What’s the other option?”

Darcie gasped.

Tom commanded, “Tell me. Now. Or it’ll happen right now.”

“Um, um, um, if I didn’t obey your every command immediately or submit to you or do my best to please you tonight, I asked you to brutally discipline me and fuck me hard. Make it hurt. Make me wish I’d been submissive immediately. I told you to ignore anything I said later if I tried to take back any consent. I said if you didn’t fuck me hard tonight, I’d claim you raped me and I’d try to put you in jail.”

Darcie remembered doing this. She had figured her fear of this second option would give her ample reason to accept the first option. She had intentionally trapped herself to ensure Tom would fuck her tonight.

She had lost her nerve now. She was shocked. Had she really sent those messages earlier? She remembered sending them. Tom was here, so clearly she had sent them. No one who had watched them interact in public would have guessed that she was interested in Tom. They would have been shocked at what she had asked Tom to do tonight.

“Well?”, said Tom.

“I’m not, um, certain I want to do this now,” admitted Darcie.

“That’s not option 1. You specifically said, if you don’t quickly do everything in option 1, I was to use option 2.”

Darcie started to panic. This wasn’t as fun as she’d imagined earlier. What should she say? She didn’t want to be obedient or submissive or to sexually please him. She really didn’t want him to fuck her. She didn’t want to be disciplined and fucked either.

Tom moved to tower over Darcie. He pulled her legs down. Darcie knew she wouldn’t be able to fight him, so she let him unwind her body. This exposed a lot of her body. Her skirt barely covered her pussy and it left part of her ass exposed. Her sumptuous legs and bare feet were easily viewed. The lingerie covered little. Most of her breasts were exposed. She was covering her nipples and some of her chest with her arm. He pulled her free arm away from her body. She felt powerless to resist. Most of Darcie’s body was revealed. Tom enjoyed leering over her body while she tried to think of what to do next.

Darcie knew she had to say something. Maybe she could find some compromise.

“You know I like you. Let’s do this another time, okay?”, said Darcie.

Tom smiled. “I see,” he said.

Tom reached behind him and pulled out a wicked-looking paddle. “So you’ve chosen option 2. We’ll start with this. Afterwards I’ll make sure your cunt is filled with my cum.”

Darcie gasped. “No, Tom, no!”

Tom smiled. Darcie had only one hand free, so she could only put up a token resistance. Darcie tried to kick Tom away. This simply gave Tom room to sit down on the bed, grab her legs, and twist her bottom over his knees. Tom was much stronger, and Darcie could not escape. Tom trapped her free hand behind her back. He pulled her short skirt up. He pulled her panties down, making it harder for her legs to move. Her bare ass was exposed under his right hand. He lifted his leg and put her legs into a scissor grip with his legs. She had no hope of escape. His hand was exactly where he could give her a harsh paddling.

“Tom, please don’t do this,” begged Darcie. “I know I told you to do this, and I told you to ignore me if I told you I’d changed my mind, but I really have changed my mind.”

“I see. So you want to be a cockteaser. You think you can say whatever you want to men, with no consequences? It’s time you learned otherwise.”

Tom laid into Darcie’s bare ass with the paddle. He gave five hard swats. Ten. Fifteen. By twenty swats Darcie screamed in agony, and began begging for him to stop. “Please, Tom, I’m so sorry I didn’t obey you right away. I’ll do what you say. I’ll please you in every way. I’ll be a good girl.” Tom continued to paddle her ass.

After many more swats Tom replied. “Darcie, you need to obey me, but you need to do more. In public you treated men poorly. You thought were above them. You thought they needed to please you. You need to be respectful and work to please them, not the other way around. You’d better be especially respectful and pleasing to me, or else.”

Tom gave her another painful swat, and Darcie decided to give in.

“Tom, I’m so sorry about the way I treated you before in public. I was a bitch. I’ll do better. I’ll do whatever you want. Um, I’ll be respectful all the time. Um, sir. Yes, sir, whatever you want, sir. I’ll obey you, sir.”

“That’s better, but you have a lot to make up.”

Tom continued his paddling. Forty. Fifty. Darcie repeatedly cried out. The camera carefully recorded her struggles as she begged him to stop.

Tom roughly pushed Darcie onto her back, and made a hand motion towards her legs. Darcie was cowed. She immediately kicked off her panties and spread her legs. Darcie wished she’d simply obeyed Tom earlier. She had promised to obey him, she remembered saying so. She realized breaking her promise was a mistake. She’d been foolish to disobey him.

Tom pulled her lingerie all the way up, off her body and onto her arm’s handcuff. Her nude body lay defenseless below him. Her charms were fully his to see. His to take.

He enjoyed her charms immensely. He brought his phone over to record every bit of her luscious naked body. Darcie dripped tears as she spread her legs further to give him a better view of her cunt. He restored the phone to the tripod. The phone camera was again trained on her body. He readied himself for the event he’d long dreamed of.

He removed his clothes, and looked down at Darcie in triumph. He moved his body between her legs. Darcie let out meek feminine sobs as she stared at his engorged cock. She remembered asking him to fuck her. She knew she was going to get what she’d asked for.

Darcie was petrified. Her eyes’ pupils dilated wide and she panted in fear. Darcie remembered she had specifically asked Tom to do this. This wasn’t fun like she’d thought. There was nothing she could do to stop him. Darcie whispered in fear, “Please don’t hurt me, sir. I’ll do anything you want, sir. Fuck me any way you want, sir. My cunt is yours to take, sir.”

Tom smiled. He had no intention of permanently hurting her, but her admission of his power over her was a huge turn-on. Darcie’s face turned white from fear. Tom was pleased. Tom leaned over her and lined up his cock.

Tom thrust his rock-hard cock into her cunt. His cock encountered her virginal barrier and tore through her feeble defenses. Darcie cried out, and Tom enjoyed the sound of her defeat. He thrust his cock, again and again, into her cunt. He was rough, not gentle. As Darcie whimpered he thoroughly enjoyed his conquest. He could feel the pressure rapidly building inside his cock. Finally, he came. Darcie could feel her unprotected womb flood with his warm cum. Darcie cried aloud.

Tom fondled Darcie’s body. She whimpered but offered no resistance. She knew he was in control. He had defeated her. After a half an hour, Tom got up.

“That was great!”, said Tom, in triumph over Darcie.

Darcie slumped. She felt soiled. She felt violated. She felt defeated. Even worse, she knew this had all been her idea. She remembered planning out her own defeat.

Tom got up and stopped the recording on his phone. Tom now had a prize video he would enjoy re-watching. The first part would exonerate him. The rest would be fun to watch. He was sure Darcie would pay a lot for him to not publicly post any part of this video.

Darcie quietly wept. Her butt was still in flames, and his cum was leaking out of her cunt. She knew she couldn’t report him. She remembered consenting. She remembered specifically asking him to fuck her this way. She had simply gotten what she’d asked for. He even had a recording of her confession, so there was nothing she could do. She felt shame. She had been defiled by her own choices.

Tom smiled. He had fucked her, exactly as he had wanted. This wasn’t the end, though. He also wanted to fuck with her.

Chapter 3 - A changed future

Tom started recording again. He wanted this part recorded separately.

Tom remembered all the times Darcie had snubbed him and treated him badly. It was time for payback. He’d spent time preparing this second part. He didn’t want his preparation time wasted.

Tom walked toward Darcie’s nightstand. Tom said, “I remember you telling me about your secrets. You also said that you’d written them in a special journal you kept in your nightstand. Let’s see if you told me the truth.”

Tom opened the drawer and pulled out a black journal. Darcie’s eyes grew wide.

Tom held up the journal. He pulled out a screwdriver and broke its lock. With an evil grin he started paging through it. “I see you told me the truth. Here’s where you wrote down how much fun you had shoplifting. You found that taking big risks was really exciting.”

Darcie gulped. She remembered the shoplifting. She also remembered writing those entries in her journal.

Tom kept paging. “So, Darcie, you started stealing alcohol from your parents at night. When stealing alcohol wasn’t exciting enough, you started going out late at night drinking and driving. When you hit an old lady, you panicked, drove away, and cleaned up the car when you got home. You learned she died the next day, but no one tracked it to you. You stopped stealing the alcohol for a while, but got bored, so you did it again. You hit a young boy the first time you again went out drunk driving. You again drove away in panic, and he died the following day. You stopped going out drinking and driving after that. You were never caught. You told me all of this earlier, now I have your journal with your own handwriting.”

Darcie turned white. She remembered all this. She remembered writing it down in her journal. She remembered writing it down as cathartic. She had later admitted it all to Tom and no one else. She realized what a mistake it had been to tell Tom.

Tom continued, “Oh, and here’s the next part. You did some late-night gambling and ended up with a big debt. You went out one night driving, sober this time, to think about how to solve it. You found a girl at night who didn’t dare go home to her abusive husband. You calmed her down, comforted her, and promised you’d help her. You then drove her to a man who you said could help her, but you knew was a rapist. When you left his house later than night, the girl was passed out from a date rape drug and your wallet was richer. The police are still looking for her. You still needed money, so a week later you broke into an old man’s house and stole the money he kept in his house. He caught you, so you hit him and ended up accidentally killing him. You were never caught. You thought you’d gotten away with all of it.”

Tom turned towards Darcie. “I’m not a lawyer, so I don’t know the exact legal terms. I can guess, though. This sounds like many counts of theft, two counts of drinking and driving, two counts of fleeing the scene, two counts of manslaughter, accessory to rape, accessory to murder, breaking and entering, theft, and another murder. All confessed in your own handwriting. If I bring this journal to the police, you’ll go to jail for the rest of your life. Do you understand?”

Darcie gagged. She felt her guilt collapsing onto her. She had foolishly trusted him with her deepest secrets. Now she was trapped. She knew her journal’s handwritten confessions would be enough to convict her of everything. Especially if Tom was willing to confirm she’d said it. Once the police had a suspect, she was sure they’d be able to confirm it. It had been foolish to tell Tom. It had been more foolish to keep a journal. She understood Tom all too well. She slowly nodded her head yes.

Tom looked down again at the notes he had written in the journal. He made sure she didn’t see its pages. The educator didn’t give Tom the ability to forge her handwriting. Darcie remembered writing the pages, so as long as she didn’t see the real pages everything would be fine. Tom’s research had identified several cold cases. Stories based on those cases were now part of her memories. If she later searched the official records she’d find these cases. Tom had no idea what had really happened, but the public records would be consistent with her memory. Any investigation Darcie did would confirm these stories.

Darcie looked at Tom with pleading eyes. “Tom, please, sir, don’t tell anyone.”

“I see. I could keep your secrets. It’s going to cost you.”

Darcie breathed in and out, trying to calm herself. She replied, “Name your price, sir. I’ll do anything you tell me to do.”

“I see. Well, whenever I want to fuck you, any kind of sex at any time, you’ll do it. Understand?”

“Yes, sir. Any kind of sex, any time.”

“Oh, and other men will be fucking you too. Many others. You’re going to be a slut. The easy lay. If you’re not the biggest slut ever, you’ll regret it. In one year from today you must sleep with at least 200 different men. After that you’ll sleep with at least three different men each week. You’re going to send me a video of every time you get fucked, so I can verify it. You’ll repeatedly beg each man for his approval. You’ll do whatever sexual activity he wants, no matter how humiliating or unpleasant, in a desperate bid for his approval. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Darcie sobbed back.

“If I hear about you being a stuck up little bitch, you’ll regret it. No more standing up to men. No more acting like you’re better or even equal to men. What matters to you is gaining approval from many different men by offering them your body. Otherwise you’ll be in jail forever.”

“Yes, sir,” said Darcie as she bowed her head.

“Good. Tomorrow, you’re going to meet me at the library at noon. Wear your short flowy red skirt with heels. Pick a slutty blouse. You’re going to give me a great blowjob while kneeling under one of the tables.”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled. Darcie would want to convince herself this night was a nightmare. A blowjob in the middle of the day would make it clear this was her new life. He added, “Good. I’m going home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He stopped the recording on his phone, put it in his pocket, and folded up the tripod.

Tom grabbed the handcuff key and tossed them to Darcie. She’d be able to free herself from the handcuffs, but she wouldn’t be free.

Darcie watched as Tom headed out.

Darcie was deeply afraid of Tom. Her ass knew what his displeasure felt like. Tom had her secret journal. She knew her journal would put her in jail forever. She knew Tom had left her no choice. She was going to be the college slut, starting now.

Tom walked out of her house, feeling awesome. He started to think of what else he could do with his new toy. He was sure he’d have a lot more fun in the days ahead.

THE END?

(Please continue this story if you’d like to!)