The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

And now I was definitely wondering why I’d agreed to take part in a game of ‘Truth or Dare’ just over a week ago! Certainly if I’d known that Jo was from a farming family I wouldnt have admitted to that fantasy, but now seemingly it was too late to go back on it, the one consolation I guessed, was that it might be fun to make that fantasy become reality.........I hope!

It was just one of those ‘Girls Night In’ occasions, mainly because just before pay day none of us could really afford to go out and have fun, so it made sense to gather at one of our apartments, have a bit (well alright a lot) to drink, and watch a film. Well the drink had arrived alright, but unfortunately the DVD player wasnt in the mood for us to watch a film. So Ali suggested a game of ‘Truth or Dare’ where each would ask a question, then we would take it in turns to answer truthfully, and if a majority of the others thought it wasnt the truth then they would think up a ‘Dare’ that the other would have to do. The thing was, as the evening went on, and we all got more drunk the questions got more and more ‘adult’ in nature.

All was going fine until Amanda popped ‘that’ question,

“Alright ladies, and I’m including myself in this, what’s the biggest fantasy that you’ve never done, and wouldnt normally dream of telling anyone?”

Trouble was they all looked at me first! So OK, I’m the quietest of the gang, but even so in a group of six active, horny lesbians I’ve done a lot of things I’d never dreamed of doing in my life, but there was one thing I hadnt...... so did I own up to it?

“Why is it me first?” I squeaked, hoping to avoid that fate, and gauge from the other’s answers what to say.

Ali grinned, “Thats easy Stephanie, you’re the shyest of all of us, so yours is likely to be the least exciting. Heaven only knows what some of the others might come up with, some have done some pretty wild things already!", a comment which caused both Jo and Ellie to blush.

So I couldnt win! Deciding that in this case to be brave and own up to it I lowered my eyes from their gaze, and whispered as quietly as possible hoping they wouldnt all hear, “I’d like to be milked like a cow with a milking machine. You know, with the teat cups attached to my breasts.", but they all heard despite that. Some wild giggling ensued until Faye admitted,

“I’d quite like that too!”

At which point the giggling stopped, especially when Ellie admitted it might be fun to try. Ali and Amanda, who were definitely the two ‘Dommes’ of the gang looked at each other and grinned before casting an eye over at Jo. She nodded back at them, and the three of them excused themselves to head for the kitchen to make some coffee to sober us all up a bit, leaving the three potential ‘milk cows’ alone in the room together.

Faye smiled softly at me, “Thanks for owning up to that, I thought I must be the only person in the world with that strange desire. Dont think I would have had the courage to say it here though, if you hadnt.”

I blushed and smiled back, “Me too, I thought I was the only one as well. Lets face it, its a pretty strange thing to want to happen to you, and lets face it, none of us have had, or are likely to have kids, so the odds on producing milk must be virtually nil..........but it would be fun to find out!”

“Sure would!” grinned Ellie, “The sensation of those things sucking on your boobs would probably produce ‘cream’ from down below even if it didnt produce any milk!”

We chatted on about our mutual fascination for a few minutes till the others reappeared with coffee and nibbles to end the evening before we split up. The others did state their ‘special fantasy’ but admitted openly that mine was ‘something else’ in terms of desires. Eventually Jo, Ali and I headed back for our large apartment and bed.

Ten days later, Friday morning, as I was heading off for work Ali and Jo looked at me and said,

“See you tonight Steph, and by the way we’ve got a little surprise awaiting you then!”

Even then I didnt think anymore of it, they’d promised to cook me a special meal for my birthday a few days earlier, but had never got round to it as yet, so I just assumed it was that. Until I got home and saw what was lurking in the garage. Now I dont drive, they both do, but they’d deliberately left the garage door open enough that I couldnt miss it. A very large container marked

‘Mini Maid Milking Parlour, suitable for a small dairy farmer. Capable of milking up to six cows at any one time.’ and a picture on the box of a cow with her udders all connected up to the device.

Well pardon my innocence, but I didnt think they were going to start keeping a small herd of dairy cows in an apartment just outside central Buffalo! So I guessed it was for........me! And maybe the other two if they were brave enough to still go through with it. I suspected I wasnt going to get any choice. As I entered the apartment their grins were wider than the Cheshire Cat.

“Happy belated birthday Steph, I knew we’d got you some presents, but your main one arrived a little late!” they said to me.

I giggled, assuming it was just an empty box at that stage, and decided to play along with it, “Thanks for that, its absolutely wonderful, when do the cows arrive then?”

I only realised for sure when they said, “She just has, its you! And if you think that box is empty....well you are wrong! Well there might be two other cows arriving later though.”

And sure enough twenty minutes or so later the other three girls arrived. Ellie and Faye’s faces were almost as fine a picture as mine when they saw it. As far as the three of us were concerned it didnt take Ali, Amanda and Jo long enough to get the milking parlour out of the container and connected up to the power supply, and start looking for ‘cows’ to milk. I quickly found my hands held, my blouse removed and bra quickly following, the cool air (and OK the anticipation) causing my nipples to grow nicely in preparation for the cups to be attached.

“Well Stephanie isnt getting any choice in the matter, she is definitely being ‘milked’ by that thing.” grinned Amanda, “We will let the other two of you have a choice though.”

Both after a few seconds nodded, and stripped down ready. It was then Jo admitted she wanted to try it too, and Ali told her to get ready then. Jo took at least ooh.........10 seconds to do so!

I moaned slightly as Ali began to prepare my breasts for the big moment, rubbing a mixture of moisturiser and lube onto them, to help soften the blow as she put it, it seemed the suction was going to be pretty tight, and they didnt want us ‘too’ sore afterwards. Meanwhile Amanda did the same to Ellie, and then afterwards, in turn the other two girls.

I laughed at the size of the huge tank connected up to the milking units, it was big enough to hold gallons of milk, and I doubted the four of us would produce much more than a pint!

“As long as you don’t expect us to fill that?” I jokingly said to Ali,

“We will havc to see!” she said back to me with a stern, but wicked grin on her face.

“We’ve even thought this through,” grinned Amanda, “there is no way the standard teat cups would stay on your nipples at present, they will need to be ‘trained’ by the use of the suction device before those little cuties will stay on you very well. And besides, the amount of milk my little herd are likely to produce at first is so small they’d probably end up making you sore, and put you off, which we dont want to happen. So we’ve created these for you to wear.”

She showed us something that looked like a breast pad with a very long clear straw through the middle of it, with some sort of sticky pad to ensure it stayed attached to us at all times. Amanda closed in on my breasts with this device before I realised, and I let out a loud squeal of surprise as the suction of the machine firmly sealed the straw type thing to my nipples, pulling them a small distance into the tube as they did so. In fact once I got over the initial shock it was actually quite a nice sensation, just like a girl nibbling on my nipples which is actually something I quite like. Very soon the other three were all connected up in the same way. They sat us down on stools which they covered in towels, and with the words,

“Hope you are all ready for this!” Ali switched the dairy unit on.

The resulting moans suggested none of us were ready for what happened next, the sensation of the unit first suctioning my nipple for the expected milk, then the pressure drop as it was released again was simply incredible. It was like...........well I’m not quite sure..........lets just say it felt like the tenderest lips were tugging on my nipples, turning me on terribly, and I suspected my first orgasm wasnt too far off. And it wasnt!

Ellie however was the first to release ‘cream’, little more than two minutes after the unit was switched on, but I wasnt far behind her. Indeed Jo and Faye followed us in that pleasurable release very soon after. Milk flow, well at this stage it was none, but I suspect none of the four of us really cared about that. I suppose if I’d been in any fit state of mind to care about the noise we were all making we might have worried what the neighbour’s would think, but we were too lost in our Sapphic pleasure to think about that.

They only left the machine on for about 10-15 minutes, though it was only by looking at my watch afterwards that I realised this, it was such an emotional overload sensation that I had no idea how long it had all been. Or how to describe it. I suppose Jo’s description was the best, she said it was like the pump had found a direct link from her nipples to her clit, and sending a massive charge of electro stimulation along that line. All I knew was that all four towels were absolutely soaked, and that I’d had at least three or four incredibly powerful orgasms while attached to it.

The yield between the four of us.....................not enough for a cup of coffee! Someone had managed a few drops, but which one of us it had been we had no idea. We hadnt really expected to produce any milk, but didnt mind that we had. Despite all precautions my breasts were definitely tender afterwards, but as my arousal levels had gone through the roof I really didnt care. And the musky smell emanating from the other ‘cows’ was turning me on even more. We set to cleaning each other up with our tongues, and it all just led on from there. Soon a lesbian orgy was under way, it hadnt taken more than a couple of minutes for Amanda and Ali to get their clothes off and join in, and we werent in any mood to stop them doing so.

None of us could resist the attraction of trying it again the next day, indeed on this occasion Amanda and Ali even gave it a try as well, and had to admit the sensations it created in the mind, as well as all the sex bits was absolutely awesome. We were in no mood to argue. Between the six of us we just about produced a ‘saucer’ of milk, so we siphoned it off and tasted it. Warm and sweet was the opinion, but I think none of us would have minded having a little more as a trial sample. And yes, another orgy ensued, we were all so turned on by the process it was just a safety valve for our desires in a way.

It was only after the ‘success’ of the two sessions that Amanda and Ali looked further into the matters of human female lactation, mainly I suspect to see if we could at least produce enough milk between us for a proper tasting session, but discovered something far more interesting. The four of us didnt even know they had contacted this research centre until the following weekend.............

Saturday morning had been set aside for the next milking session for the four of us, and over breakfast Jo and I eagerly chatted together about it in anticipation. We noticed Ali had a wicked smile on her face over breakfast, and was telling us that she expected more milk from her two ‘cows’ that day than before.......or else! We suspected as with the previous time that our yield would be slightly more, but not dramatically so.........but Ali seemed to think otherwise.

Anyway, an hour or so Amanda, Ellie and Faye all turned up with big smiles on their faces, Amanda carrying what looked like a small briefcase as well. The ‘Milking Parlour’ door was hastily shut down and locked, and the four ‘cows’ stripped ready to be connected up, this time there was no danger of resistance from any of us. It was only then that Amanda opened the briefcase to show us what was in there, four syringes, a collection of needles, and a large bottle of a white liquid.

“What are they for?” Ellie asked, probably wishing she hadnt after she’d said it.

Amanda grinned wickedly, " Well even you have to admit that the milk yield so far of our cows has been pathetic, no more than a tiny drop so far, so Ali and I took the opportunity to investigate means of increasing it slightly. We found a website for a research lab looking for breast feeding mothers to help out with research into increasing their milk yields to help babies that needed it. Well none of you four are breast feeding mums, but increasing your milk yield sounded good to us, so we put your names forward, and this is what we’ve been supplied with. Apparantly this white liquid stuff works on stimulating your milk ducts to increase the flow dramatically, so combined with regular milking sessions on the machine you all become useful dairy ‘units’............”

“........You will be helping to feed young babies with some proper milk rather than the powdered stuff without their mums needing to breast feed if they cant, or wont for any reason. And judging by the payment we are getting for this, our little herd of ‘dairy cows’ will pay for themselves which is good news.” interrupted Ali.

“Yes, and they’ve even supplied us with all the necessary teat cups to carry out your duties, we start off with some that should fit you nicely post-injections, and then as your milk yields grow they ‘develop’ along the way into these full breast cup types that will hold your breasts nice and tightly in the suction with no danger of them falling off. And we are told it will only be a handful of sessions before you are ready for those.”

The cups we were going to use first looked like the traditional teat cups that would be used on a cow, other than the fact that the part that suctioned to us was larger, and would certainly cover much of the ‘milking zone’ of the breast. The full breast type ones were almost like a large bra with a suction pump connector to place over the nipple to transfer the milk into the tank. They looked amazing, and just the thought of it being attached to me was enough to dampen my panties considerably.

But hang on, those injections we all need to have for this, now is that wise? I guess it was fair to say we all looked unsure, but the other two werent going to stop now we feared, and we were right.

“Is it safe?” asked Faye nervously, “And are we milked for life, or is there a way of stopping it?”

Amanda did her best to reassure us, “Perfectly safe, so we are told, and no side effects other than the much increased milk flow. Well not that they know about, they assure us you wont start hankering to eat grass or anything my sweet little Buttercup.” and teasingly patted Faye on the head, “And yes, we have a bottle of a ‘stopper solution’ as well, or well, we will have in 6 months time at the end of the trial period. But in the meantime we will have our own profitable little dairy unit. And you only need to be milked once a day so it wont interfere with your work. Each evening we milk you on the machine, and the next morning they take it away to pass on to needy babies. Sounds perfect, you all get milked regularly as per your fantasies, and its beneficial as well, what more could you ask for? And assuming you want to, in 6 months time you can become dull little humans again.”

Jo and Ellie looked doubtful, but Faye and I were more of the ‘in for a penny’ types, so nervously nodded agreement. After a while, and a little pressure from the two A’s they agreed to try it, but asked if Amanda could see if they could get a bottle of the ‘stopper’ provided just in case, and she agreed to try and do so. Anyway, I’d been the one that got us all into this, so it was only fair I had the injections first.........I think.

I suspected a needle injected into the nipple was going to hurt, and I was right! Despite Amanda swabbing me with something to dull the pain it still stung a lot. But as the white liquid was injected into me it seemed to sooth almost instantly, but as I ‘lived’ she hastily repeated the process with my second breast. Then she turned her attention to Faye and Ali began connecting me up to the milking machine. It felt sort of different, the previous times she’d more or less had to squeeze my nipples into the teat cups, but this time they almost seemed to suck themselves into the cups. She connected the tubes up to the milk cylinder, and then patted my backside saying as she did so,

“Thats lovely my bovine beauty, and once your companions are connected up we will get those gallons of milk out of you!”

Gallons, I hoped she was kidding, OK, I was going to presumably produce more than before, but these injections werent surely going to work that quickly? It was only when all four of us were in position that they placed a bucket under each of our slits, and fed some sort of teat device into our already dampening sexes, and the tube down into the bucket.

“What are they for?” squealed Jo as something suctioned onto her clit.

Ali laughed, “Oh didnt we tell you. We are going to collect cream from you all as well. Enjoy!”

Then Amanda switched the parlour on and,................... almost instantly milk started to flow from my breasts, I knew because I could see the white liquid washing down the tubes. Well I could until that teat on my clit took one suck too many, and I exploded with a massive climax. I took a quick look down to see my juices dripping down into the bucket. And judging by the moans of pleasure down the line everyone was enjoying the same process. The clitoral stimulation wasnt continuous, presumably they realised we would collapse if that was the case, but they made sure we came often enough to keep us content. My main surprise was that very soon the clock suggested we had been there 20 minutes or so and still the milk was flowing from me quite rapidly, and judging by the rate the tank was filling the others were doing the same. In fact it was well over an hour before my milk supply began to dry up, and the nipples begin to ache. Clearly Ali was watching the flow rates on the monitor and realised because soon my machine began to stop. Apparantly Ellie and Jo had ‘dried up’ a short while earlier, and a few minutes after me Faye did as well. It was only after we were all disconnected and looked at the cylinder now more than half full with our milk that we realised just how much milk we had produced.

“That cant be natural!” Ellie said, “Especially so soon after receiving the injection.” then she looked down in the bucket at the ‘cream’ she had produced and added, “Mind it was an amazing sensation! I think I’m looking forward to that again.”

“Well, it isnt natural.” said Jo being practical, “Its something to do with that injection, but if its for a good cause, well with that much related pleasure..........I’ll live with it!”

Amanda laughed, “Thats nothing, according to what I’ve been told after 24 hours you should be able to fill that cylinder each night between the four of you...........and I’ll expect nothing less.”

And for the next 7-10 days we did just that. We’d all come home from work heavy with milk, be connected up to the milking parlour, and issue gallons of milk from our full breasts. Trouble is all that stimulation of breasts, nipples and pussy made us all very horny. So more often than not the evening meal afterwards was each other! But it was strange, we were eating less ‘normal’ food than before, but it didnt affect our figures, or leave us feeling hungry...........just very, very horny! The bottle of ‘stopper solution’ did arrive as requested, but none of us were planning to use it, the sensation was too good for that. Each day the research lab would come by and collect our milk and ‘cream’, and leave the four of us some ‘additives’ for our diet to help keep us in peak condition, which we took eagerly.

Then to our surprise we received a letter from the research centre involved thanking us for all our ‘produce’ and inviting the four of us into the centre that weekend so they could carry out medical checks on us just to make sure that we were all OK, and showing no side effects from the injections, and that our milk ducts were alright with the high flow of milk now passing through them. We were informed that they would be more than happy to milk us in the same manner while we were there. Amanda and Ali were also invited to join us, to have a look round, and to see the work that was carried out there. We were thrilled by the offer and eagerly said yes.

(At the Research Centre.)

“Well the milk yield from our four person dairy unit is certainly meeting expectations, and the milk quality is of a high standard as well. Of course as we know, it would be possible to considerably increase their milk capacity yet, but that means slight genetic modifications to their bodies, and of course a ‘little’ tinkering with their minds so they find the process of life as a milk producer more natural to them. The fact that we know how to make them ‘volunteer’ to do this, whether they like the idea or not is beside the point. And the fact that we would then milk them ourselves means that their two current milkers could be used for extra milk production if desired.

Thanks to the additives they are taking their ‘cream’ is producing sufficient amounts of Eroctin to enable it to be placed in certain ‘beauty products’ that can be used by people to spice up their sex lives, both for their own benefit, and of course their partners. It will be a specially promoted range mentioning its erotic benefits, but I’m sure that wont slow sales. And the arousal factor works on both genders and sexualities, so fun should be had by all.

Accomodation has been arranged here for all six of them, designed as nice apartments that any modern woman would love to live in. Of course the ‘extra ingredients’ in the air conditioning wont be noticed by them, even if after a short while they would still be aware of such things. So do we go ahead with this ‘research’ when they visit next weekend? All in favour?”

All six hands were raised,

“In that case motion carried, we will make arrangements for their long term stay.”

To their surprise and delight they were informed that the Research Centre would send two cars to collect them on Friday evening, but that the four ‘cows’ werent to be milked until after they arrived at the Centre as it would be easier that way than arranging a collection for their Friday night milk if they were milked at home. That was fine by all.

Jo giggled, “I wonder if they will milk us the same way as here, or if they will do it by other means. Wonder what being milked like a cow would be like, would be fascinating to find out, as long as they provide knee pads!”

Ellie agreed that might be fun, but the rest of us werent so keen, preferring either the sitting or laying down positions for lactation. We just guessed we’d find out at the time.

Friday evening the cars arrived and we all piled into them, each carrying a small bag with toiletries etc, we had been informed everything else would be provided. As it was by now slightly late than our normal milking time the four of us were beginning to feel a ‘little heavy’ up top, though as none of us had ever leaked milk we werent too worried by this, but wouldnt mind lightening the load. Thankfully the drive wasnt too long and we soon arrived. Amanda and Ali were invited to settle themselves in while the rest of us were milked, and we waved to them, and told them we would see them soon. We were led to the ‘milking parlour’ as the two young ladies who worked at the centre described it. It was certainly more impressive, and larger than our own modest set up, this unit could easily have handled 20-25 ‘cows’ quite easily. Some units had beds to lay on, others had stools like we did at home, and others just had mats and knee pads supplied, we all looked at Jo when we saw these, and she blushed bright red, knowing what we were thinking.

“Well ladies, as there are only four of you here choose the position you feel most comfortable with, and we will connect you up and carry out your milking. And of course draw off your cream as well.”

Faye and Ellie chose their normal position, sat on a stool, and were quickly connected up.I’d had a hard day at work, was feeling quite heavy with milk, so chose to lay down on a bed. They connected up my breasts in the normal way, and connected me up to a special pump so that the ‘cream’ would drop into the bucket below me as normal. Jo just couldnt resist the chance, put on knee and elbow pads and positioned herself on the mat, on all fours just like a real cow. She even let out a little moo, before ruining the effect by having a fit of the giggles!

We were now so used to the process that we barely noticed it, dont get me wrong, all the incredible physical and emotional sensations were still there, but it was now part of our daily routine we just accepted. An hour or so later we were finished, we dressed again and went off to team up with the others. Despite our horny arousal levels we decided to ‘behave ourselves’ as we had ‘neighbours’ that night, and we suspected the walls werent too thick! But sticky vibrators were used that night, well they were sticky when we finished with them!

The next morning two of the research staff came for Ali and Amanda, and took them off for a guided tour, while the medical staff came for the other four of us. We were all taken off into seperate small rooms for our check ups so its probably easiest if I describe my own, and you can assume it was the same for the other three. Which as far as I know it was!

My nurse seemed friendly enough, she offered me a loose gown and asked me to strip down behind the screen and then just slip the gown on, come back out, and lay on the table for her, so I did just that. Taking the chance to look at myself naked I had to admit my breasts looked fantastic, tight and very perky. The nipples seemed slightly bigger than before, but I guessed that was just all the suction they were getting. And considering all the action my pussy was getting it seemed fine too as far as I could see. I had no idea where all the milk was coming from, but I liked the results on my body shape.

I slipped the gown on, walked out and lay on the bed as requested. A couple of minutes later the nurse came back, and started with a few basic checks, pulse, blood pressure etc and she seemed happy with the results, so I just laid back and enjoyed it. I did squeal when she placed a pair of metal hoops over my breasts and tightened them, they werent warm and I soon let her know the fact! She told me they were special units designed to check that my milk ducts were coping with the high flow rate, and not being damaged. Mind, when she switched them on and a warm tingle passed through my breasts I didnt care in the slightest. Mind, if I could smell the musky arousal I was now dribbling, so must have she! Maybe that was the idea as a probe was slid into my damp opening and placed against my clit. No idea what that was for, but when that started throbbing as well I came almost instantly. I blushed, but she just smiled.

Maybe that was the idea because all she said was,

“Well that all seems in full working order I’m glad to say.” before turning them off and removing them, with me wishing she hadnt bothered!

“Well you seem fine physically.” she said to me, “Now all we have to do is run the phsychological checks to make sure they are fine as well.”

Seeing my worried look she just smiled and said, “Nothing to worry about at all my dear, just a few ECG type tests to check that there are no brain pattern abnormalities, or bad reactions to anything you are now taking. I just need to put this electrode skull cap over your skull to take the readings, and place this mask over your head to check your senses of smell, sight and hearing are fine. It will all only take an hour or so, so just lay back, relax and enjoy it all.”

It seemed as much a command as request so I did as she asked. The skull cap fitted quite tightly, and the mask cut me off from the outside world, cutting off both sight and sound. I felt her attach something to the nosepiece of the mask, my head started to tingle as the ECG cap was switched on, then suddenly I felt very sleepy.

The nurse saw my awareness levels drop, and instantly increased the power levels through the skull cap, patterns of lights began to flash before my eyes, and subliminal messages flooded into my open mind through the earpieces. She just smiled. I never felt any of the injections she gave me, or indeed the IV she injected into my arm. For the next few hours I simply lay there, cut off from the outside world, my mind being altered considerably, and my body having this strange white liquid pumped into it through my arm.

Eventually she was satisfied the work was completed, she took the IV out of my arm, switched everything off, took the mask off my face, removed the skull cap, and then injected me again. A few minutes later I began to wake up and groaned as the light hit my eyes.

“How are you feeling?” she asked me.

“Fine I think, light’s a bit bright though.” I replied slightly groggily.

She lowered it, and asked, “Is that better?” and I just nodded. I looked down at my udders, hang on where did that word come from, I meant breasts, and they seemed fine.

“Am I OK?” I asked her.

“Fine,” she said, “in fact better than before, the laser system in the eyepiece noticed you were very slightly short sighted before, but has now corrected that. And your hearing was 85% functional, but thats been corrected as well. Its all perfect now. It all meant it took a little longer though, you’ve been under the mask for about four hours in all”

“Wow!” was my only reply to this news, “But if I’m better for it, it really doesnt matter.”

She told me that I was free to go get dressed, and meet up with the others again which I did. Apparantly we’d all had ‘minor defects’ before which had been corrected, but meant we had all been worked on for longer than we had expected. We headed back to our rooms expecting to see the other two there already, only to be told they were so involved in the research that we would see them later. We didnt know quite how involved they were!

Amanda and Ali had been given a full guided tour lasting a couple of hours of the centre before ending up their tour in the ‘Human Awareness Research Unit’. While there both of them had been given an opportunity to find out what feeling Total Sensory Deprivation (or TSD for short) would be like. And being adventurous young ladies (much as the RC people had hoped) neither said no to the chance of finding out. They slipped into two large all over body suits that removed all sense of touch, the inside of which was coated in a warm, thick gel that took away all sensation whatsoever. They were given a mouthpiece to breathe through, then a similarly coated helmet was lowered over their head and attached to the suit by sealing it tightly. It was only after all this had happened that they felt hundreds of electrodes attach themselves to their bodies and to their skulls. And by then it was too late to scream even if they could. A few minutes later two sharp needles pierced their nipples, and a steady flow of white liquid poured into their breasts. Meanwhile their minds were quickly opened up by the electro stimulation of the electrodes attached to their skulls, and subliminal control messages poured into their minds. The concept of time just drifted away. Four hours later they were released, having been, like the others, given temporary awareness of their old selves.

The head of the centre planned to activate all six girls at the same time, later that evening. Jack Darkson smiled as he looked at the button that would change all six girls forever.