Remote control
Sharon had made her way in life as a model. She was only 21 but was
already beginning to make a name for herself as a porn star. She had a
fantastic body, blonde hair, blue eyes everything seemed perfect. Her breasts,
her hips, her firm ass and long legs were all evidence of this perfection.
She had a meeting with someone who wanted
to promote her to a wider audience. Her manager had checked her out and had
said that she wasn’t dangerous or likely to want anything other than a meeting.
She was a millionaire business woman that had made her money by promoting,
owning and running a long line of successful strip clubs.
Sharon drove through the busy streets towards the address she had been
given. It wasn’t too late about 10 o’clock and she wanted to be
back before midnight so she prayed the meeting would be quick.
She pulled up outside what looked like an
ordinary strip club and stepped out. She was wearing her business suit; she
wore it for occasions like this. It was tight fitting and showed off her body
without her looking too slutty. Her 6’’ heels clicked on the pavement as she
walked towards the door.
There was a black doorman standing next to
the entrance, he looked over to her and called her over with a wave of the
hand.
“Miss Sharon Baxter?” he said.
“Yes” she replied sexily.
“The boss requested you go through the back
entrance” he said before looking away. Sharon quickly
turned away from him and walked through the alley that led to the back of the
club. Suddenly a hand grabbed her throat and another stuffed a cloth that smelt
foul over her mouth. She struggled for a few minutes before falling
unconscious.
The next thing she remembered was waking up
on her back on some kind of examination table. She could feel the effect of the
drugs she was on, her head and limbs felt too heavy to move but her body felt
like it was light enough to float away if her limbs weren’t weighing her down.
It was a strange sensation. She tried to look around but her head felt like it
wasn’t connected to her neck and she couldn’t move it. Sharon knew she was
naked, she could feel a breeze on her skin. But was unable to move any part of
her body she could see but couldn’t move her eyes to look around and she seemed
to have no control over blinking.
She started to panic, she could remember
the attack, but how did she get here? Why couldn’t she move? She tried to calm
herself down telling herself she was in hospital. But why was she naked?
She could feel her body, she wasn’t numb
she just couldn’t move. Suddenly she felt a strange almost electric sensation
in her eyes and neck, she tried to move again and her head moved as normal.
It’s probably the muscle relaxants wearing off she thought to herself, trying desperately to explain why she could only
move her head as far down as her neck. She wasn’t paralyzed was she? No that
wasn’t it she still had feeling.
She looked down at herself. She was lying
on a bare metal examination table, completely naked. Her arms and legs were
laid out away from her body and there were a number of machines in the room.
Her pussy was on display and she was powerless to cover it. It had been shaved
and waxed, she could tell from the complete lack of hair. She kept it extremely
well trimmed normally and only waxed it when she was required to by her job.
Then she noticed the tubes she had one connected to each nipple and another
that went inside her pussy and disappeared.
“Hello?” She called out. Nothing happened.
She could hear the machines around her buzzing and humming. One was beating with
her heart. She called out again but no one came. She wanted to know where she
was and what had happened. She was starting to realise she wasn’t in any
hospital.
She felt a rush of cold air flood into the
room, there must be a door on the wall behind me she thought.
“Hello?” she said trying to turn her head,
although she was comfortable being naked in front of people these circumstances
were not to Sharon’s liking.
“Hello. My name is Professor Clearfield.”
It was woman’s voice, but Sharon couldn’t turn to get a look at her. She felt slightly more
comfortable knowing it was a woman in the room with her. “I’m not here to hurt
you but a number of procedures need to be carried out before you’ll be up and
running again. We have done most of the serious work, on your brain and the
housing of the equipment around your body. We need to tune you and get you
moving again but when that’s over you are free to go.”
“Where am I?” Sharon asked trying
to turn to see the professor.
“You are in a neuro re-enhancement and
modifications facility” the professor said from behind Sharon, she could
sense her just out of view. Sharon was worried she was in some kind of science lab, naked, with tubes
in her pussy and nipples. She didn’t like this, she wanted to go home.
“Can I...” Sharon was stopped
mid-sentence like a switch had been flicked and her mouth had been disconnected
from her brain. She tried to talk again but couldn’t, she tried
desperately to move her head but she just couldn’t move. Her head felt heavy
again and it fell onto the table. She couldn’t move but she could definitely
feel the pain from the bang to the head.
She had no control over her body and just
lay their staring blankly upwards. The silhouette of the woman appeared over
her. She was a startlingly beautiful; her hair was tied back in a bun behind
her head. It was obvious to Sharon she wearing nothing more than a lab coat, it was so tight fitting
around her body that any clothes underneath would’ve shown through.
Sharon wasn’t a lesbian but found this woman more sexually attractive than
anyone she had ever seen. The Professor moved around in front of Sharon and picked
up a clipboard, she noticed her lab coat only came down to about 3 inches below
her pussy.
“Now then, let’s see… mm... ah that’s interesting”
She said as she looked from the clipboard to Sharon and back
again. Sharon was now feeling a mix of horror and excitement, her body was
betraying her and all she could think of was sex. Her shaved pussy was starting
to fill with her juice and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Ok then, everything seems fine. Your new
controller requested that you be tuned perfectly. She wants even you sub
conscious to be controlled. Now that is a request!” She said smiling. Sharon tried to
plead with her, tried to talk but couldn’t do anything. “So as I’m sure you are
aware you no longer have control of your body. The implants in your brain block
all of your commands and those commands are replaced with those of this control
panel behind me. Now your controller wants this installed in her office but
until then we need to tune you into It.” the professor said looking straight at
Sharon. Sharon was confused and a sudden dread swept over her. “You don’t have a
choice in the matter. You will be allowed to use your body when your controller
can’t be bothered to use you but she can take control at any time.” she was
smiling now. “Ok then let’s get started with the tuning process”.
Sharon wanted to cry but couldn’t. The woman started to walk around her
and start a number of machines that beeped loudly as they came online. Sharon tried
desperately to move herself but could only manage a tiny vibration in her
little toe. Suddenly a large box was strapped around Sharon’s head and
she was plunged into darkness. She could hear other people entering the room
but could do nothing.
Fingers started to probe their way around
her body, on her breasts her pussy, her inner thighs, they touched her
everywhere, poking and stroking and fondling her. After a while the fondling
stopped and she felt a sudden sharp pain as something ice cold was rammed
between her legs and deep inside her. She tried to scream but she just lay
their. The rod started to turn slowly which brought her to an even higher state
of arousal. The rod was fucking her slowly and she wished she could push down
on it to bring herself to orgasm, as it was it was just going to torment her.
Suddenly a sharp loud sound seemed to play
inside her head. It hurt like nothing she had ever experienced before; it felt
like the inside of her brain was frying. The box began to light up different
colours and then stopped on white. The rod between her legs was rotating at a
high speed now and had made the inside of her pussy raw. The friction was so
painful, Sharon just wanted to get a knife and cut her pussy out of her just to
stop the pain. The noise sounded like a radio being tuned at high speed;
suddenly it stopped on one long, solid note. Then the noise stopped and Sharon felt the box
being removed.
“That wasn’t so bad was it?” the woman said
standing over Sharon. The rod continued its relentless spinning action in her pussy.
“Now then your new controller wants you for sexual entertainment apparently.
She want’s you nice and horny whenever she wants you to be. So we are going to
put this little ring on your clit. When this switch is activated it’ll
stimulate you in to a wild sex driven frenzy. Isn’t that fun?” The woman said
moving around to her burning pussy. Sharon tried to
scream again, she didn’t want to be some kind of remote controlled toy. She
wanted to be normal.
The spinning rod stopped and was removed as
violently as it had gone in. Sharon tried to yelp as it was pulled so roughly out of her extremely
tender pussy. Only when the whole thing was out did Sharon realise how long
it was. She had taken at least 11’’ of it inside her and the spinning action
had stretched her pussy uncomfortably.
The woman placed a hand on Sharon’s inner
thigh that was now dripping with cunt juice, and placed the tiny ring around
her clit. She pushed it as far as it would go and then removed her hand.
Sharon, who was already on the verge of orgasm tried desperately to push down
on the woman’s hand for some kind of release but couldn’t. She wanted nothing
but to cum and to really bad.
“Well we are all done. Thank you for being
such a willing participant!” The woman said laughing as Sharon lost
consciousness again.
