The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Fall of Kathy

part 4

Almost 6 monthes have passed since we started engineering the DNA enhanced “Total control Pantyhose”. No longer do people have to buy it, it is anywhere and everywhere, and people are giving in to it by the thousands everyday. No longer am I stuck in a lab working for someone else, now everywhere I go, people fall to my feet and worship me as a queen. I still work at the company, but now I am the president, and we all work as a hive to continue the invasion following our masters orders. We have now designed full body stockings, which is complete conversion within minutes, and I am following the instuctions of my master to grow new pods full of the substance to continue and complete this war. So far we have only encountered a few small groups of rebels, and once we convert one member, the rest of the quickly fall and join the rest of us. There is one thing I have noticed, each of the converted with the exception of me, the pantyhose continues to grow. first with small trail like tendicles from the neck up and around the head. Then they start to spread out, and becomes a silken pantyhose type mesh that covers the wearers face, and head. None of these people seem to mind, in fact when I asked my friend about it, she just smiled and said it was no big deal, she liked the way it made her feel. Then she stopped talking a few days later, and just concentrated on work alone unless she was bowing at my feet. Realizing this was just part of the conversion, I continued on with our work, wondering if this was the future in store for me when I was no longer needed.

Today is the test run for the pods to see if they were grown correctly. We were able to capture a group of rebels, and contain them to the test room without allowing them to convert themselves. Our product has gotten so strong, that just touching someone that isn’t wearing it makes them need it, and want to be consumed by it. We then put a pod in the center of the room, and locked the door behind us. After a minute or two, the rebels began to get curious as to what it was, and started to move closer. When they got close enough, the pod blew open spraying the room with the pantyhose like substance still in liquid form. All of the rebels were covered in it with the exception of one that just got a small spot of it on their leg. All the others fell to the floor quivering in extacy, and the other one with just a small spot of it started rubbing her leg trying to get it off. We watched the others that were laying on the floor and saw the liquid start to change form into the pantyhose like we were wearing, completely consumed, they stood up and waited for our orders. The other test subject finally stopped rubbing her leg and began to look around confused. Then she started picking up handfuls of the liquid and began rubbing it on her legs and arms, trying to help it consume her faster. From the window watching we knod at each other knowing it was a success, and prepare to try some test areas in places our hose has not reached.

Calling it a day, I head out to the parking lot to go home. Suddenly the world around me goes black, and I fall to the ground. I have no idea how much time has passed when I wake up, all I know is I woke up in a room with nothing but a bed, a mirror type window, and a single light to light up the entire room. As I start to get my bearing I rub my legs together, but something is wrong. I jump up out of the bed in a panic, and stare in complete disbelief at my body. Gone is my wonderful pantyhose, and in its place is a normal pair of sweatpants, socks, and tee-shirt. “What the Hell” I scream out, instantly longing for my master, and not understanding what was going on. I start beating on the door, and on the window trying to find a way out so I can find my master, and finally be back where I belong in my pantyhose. After about 30 minutes of complete chaos involving me screaming, throwing anything I can grab, and beating on anything that might move to let me out I sit back down on the bed, and start crying. After a little while, I regain my composure and start thinking about the fact that I am not going through withdrawl, and I am not in any pain. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my hose back, oh how I wanted it back with all my heart and soul. It was as if someone had taken my heart out, threw it down on the floor, stomped on it, then put it back in my chest. Then I hear the click of the lock and the door opens. A young lady walks in and the door is closed behind her with a click as it locks again. Looking her over, I can see she is not wearing our pantyhose, and I just cannot believe that anyone wouldn’t want it. Sitting down next to me she says “I am sure you have alot of questions, and I am going to answer them for you the best I can.” " We tazored you in the parking lot where you work, and got you in a van to be transported here. We lost four good soldiers who forgot to wear gloves when handling your body. They began shaking really bad and ran for the factory after touching you. We could only assume the worst, and they are now coverted and are nothing more than mindless slaves now. We then changed our location to prevent attacks, and started working to get the pantyhose off your body.” I stared at her in anger, and asked “why” I was happy where I was, and with what I was. “Yes” she replied, “most people are at first, but after a short time being separated from the hose, and seeing what it really is, they change their mind, and understand what is actually happening to our world. With that she stood up and knocked on the door, a light turned on in the room with the window, and we walked over to it to see what was within it. I stared in wonder when I saw my pantyhose laying on the floor in the room, all alone, and felt such a loss for it. Then it happened, it was as if the pantyhose came to life, and within a split second it had thrown itself against the glass, and had turned into a blob type substance with tendricles fumbling across the surface trying to get through. Shocked by the sudden attack I stumbled backwards and watched as it threw itself against the glass over and over again trying to break through it. Even wanting it as badly as I did to be back on my body, that scene scared the living shit out of me enough I had to look away! Seeing this, the young lady knocked on the door again, and the light went back off in the next room, as well as a sliding door from the ceiling slowly desended covering up the window. Still in a confused state, I had to ask “How did you get that thing off me?” She responded with " A mix of chemicals not unlike nail polish remover. It appears that it hurts this parasite. It doesn’t kill it, but it hurts it enough to be able to remove it without killing the host” “Don’t get me wrong” she said " It hurts the host as much if not more than the parasite, therefore we have to keep them sedated until it is removed and until the withdrawl passes. Looking at her, I ask “What now? What do I do now? I am the reason for all of this, for helping this parasite take over, and for enslaving the human race.” “That is the first sign of recovery” She said “What we do now is find a way to reverse this process, and take back out planet before it is too late.” With a look of saddeness I look at her and say “it is already to late, they can now grow their pods and reproduce here.” No matter what we do, we cannot stop it now”, “That may not be true,” she said “with your help, I believe we can succeed, and I am speaking as someone else that knows what you have been through, and have felt the same things as you”. Looking at her again I realize she was also one of their slaves, and also realize if she can beat this so can I! I then asked her “How are you fighting the withdrawl and the depression of not having it on?” She smiled and lifted a pantleg. There on her legs was a beautiful pair of pantyhose. Confused I said “I thought you said you beat it, and we were going to find a way to take back the world” She laughed and said " Oh no, relax this is not your total control pantyhose, this is just your ordinary active support pantyhose, it calms the need, and makes it so you can function without falling back to the parasite.” Longingly looking at her legs, she asks “Would you like a pair? I know you are probably having a hard time right now.” I smiled and said “YES, PLEASE” with that she reached into her pocket and pulled out another pair. Holding it out to me, she said “I just need to know though first, are you with us, and are you going to help us continue to fight?” Not caring either way at that moment, just wanting the feel of pantyhose on my legs I replied “Yes, I am with you” With that she handed the hose to me, and got up off the bed. “I will return in a little while to check on you, and we can figure out where to go from there.” With that she left, and I practicly tore my clothes off to get the pantyhose on my legs as fast as I could. Staring down at my legs, before I slid them on, I noticed all the bruises, and red blotches, and realized how tight of a hold on me the hose really had. And at that moment I was undecided as to whether or not I really wanted the pantyhose on my legs. Sitting there trying to decide, a fit of depression hit, and I walked over to the window that separated me from my master and put my hand against the glass. seeing a flicker of movement I knew it was there waiting for me and I started crying. Stepping back I walked back to the bed, and picked up the active support hose and started sliding it up my legs. Feeling alittle better as I dropped the waistband against my hips I waited for a feeling that never came. Curling up in a fetal position on the bed I cried myself to sleep. Waking a few hours later, I felt better, and knocked on the door to get out. The door was opened and I was led into a big lab where several people were walking around studying different samples of the pantyhose. Walking up the the young lady that talked to me earlier, she smiled and asked me if I was ready to get to work.

We talked for a while, come to find out her name was Ruth, and she was from the states, New York to be exact. After being freed from my masters hold she came here to be in the middle of the battle. We then started talking about the pods, and how much more efficient the process was, and what may destroy them before they open. It was then that the main door opened and another one of the rebels came in holding a bag that appeared to be quite full. Excited he yells out that he found something that everyone needs to check out. Putting it on the table, he starts to open the bag, and I yell from across the room, “No, don’t open the bag!” He yells back “It is ok, it is a dud” “No” I yelled back “It is designed, not to open until there are enough people around to make an effective attack” Hearing this Ruth agrees with me and yells out “Listen to her, she knows what she is talking about”. Then it happens, it was like slow motion, the pod burst open, and the liquid sprays everywhere. People started yelling, and falling down quivering in extacy. I grab Ruth’s arm and pull her in the other direction, hoping I am quick enough. As we run, the yelling stops, and the moaning begins, looking back I see that the pod is a very effective weapon, no one was left standing, in fact I can feel Ruth trying to fight me as I pull her arm harder trying to get away. Looking at her I can see that the liquid hit her squarely on her left side and was quickly spreading to the right. Letting go of her arm, I turn back around and start running again. Reaching the room I was held in, I reach for the door handle and realize that all I am doing is running back into a cage. Then I hear the buzzer of the lock release on all rooms, and I scream out “Oh, shit!” Running back the direction I cam from, trying to find a way out, I get tackled from behind, and fall to the ground. As I am falling I turn around, and see tendricles from the room next to mine that are wrapped around my legs holding them tight. My head hits the ground, and I am knocked out cold. After who knows how long I wake, still on the floor and the first thing I do is rub my wonderfully hosed legs together. “Wait a minute” I say, looking down I see I am once again covered from neck to toes in pantyhose, and my master starts speaking to me again. “It is ok, I know it was not your fault, and you will not be punished for this, you and I are together again, and that is all that matters”. Confused, I try to think, but my mind is being clouded with wonderful visions of a pantyhose clad world again. Eventually I started smiling, happy again, and stood back up feeling every inch of my master, as it slowly vibrated in my ass and sex to reassure me that it was ok. Looking around the building, I found my leotard, and put it back on, and began to gather the new slaves together to take with me. Finding Ruth, I smiled down at her, and said “As I said, it is too late, we have already won”. She smiled back at me and replied “Yes, my queen, you are right, it is so much better anyway to serve it!".