The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Fluorescents flicker on, all but one. The proctor waves us inward, and we file into the room, our footsteps loud on the polished concrete. It is medium sized, and holds roughly a dozen costly looking office chairs. They are arranged in a haphazard semicircle in front of a slender metal podium. Behind that, three sealed portals are set equidistant from one another in the wall opposite the door.

The proctor moves behind the podium and gestures at the chairs. By unspoken agreement, the six of us settle in as far from one another as possible, separated by the empty chairs. The proctor takes no special notice of this, he simply waits for the last of us to be seated.

“You are,” he says, his voice soft but incredibly deep for his slight frame, “what remains. Your peers, in their thousands, have either taken the offers for lesser positions that the Company has proposed to them over the course of these tests, or they failed, because they reached a level in the testing that was beyond them.

“Everyone sitting here has turned down at least two offers of lesser employment. One of you has turned down seven, the last of which I made personally five minutes ago in the hopes of preserving someone who could be an excellent asset at the penultimate level of the hierarchy.”

We glance at one another, each wondering who the prodigy is. All of us, that is, except a tall, slender black woman in a cream-and-white business suit. She calmly watches the proctor, waiting for him to continue. The other candidate’’s glances settle on her, the implication clear in their predatory gazes.

“And so, all that remains is what lies in the doors behind me. Each of you who succeeds, ascends. That is the only possible offer remaining to you. If you fail, none of your previous offers will be valid.

“So saying, here is your final chance. Leave this room and remain in the reception area until I collect you, and the previous offers each of you received will remain open for you to choose from. Any of you would be excellent assets at any of the other levels within the Company.”

This time, there is no shuffling, no glances. All of us watch the proctor, silently and attentively.

“So be it.”

He turns to his left and walks across the room to a small panel inset in the wall. He places his face against it, putting his eye to a scanner. After a moment, and with a colossal rumble, all three portals begin to roll open, almost too slowly to observe. I can feel the vibrations through my heels and through the chair. Minutes pass as the proctor stands still, staring into the scanner, waiting on cycle to complete.

Finally, the barriers have rolled completely into the surprisingly thick walls. It’s almost disconcerting when the noise stops; the sudden silence feels eerie. A light on the scanner above the proctor’s head flicks from red to green.

The proctor returns to the podium to address us. “That was precisely five minutes. The test will consist of a series of rooms, each of which contains two such portals, and entrance and an exit. I have opened the first for you.

“You will open the rest, one room at a time. Unlike many of the other obstacles you have overcome, this is not a competition, or rather, it is a competition with yourself. You will be paired with one another, and each pair will enter,” he waves to indicate the portals, “one of these rooms.

“You will find a two scanners, one on either side of each exit portal. Each scanner must be used for five consecutive minutes. Failure to keep your eye to a scanner for any amount of time longer than an eyeblink will reset the timer. When a scanner has been cleared, the indicator will switch from red to green.

“Both scanners must be green for the portal to activate. While a pair of examinees is still whole, both scanners must be used concurrently. If one examinee has faltered, both scanners must still be activated to open a portal, but the remaining candidate will be allowed to activate them consecutively.

“You will not be told how many rooms there are. All you must do is continue to open portals until there are no more to open. You will know if you complete the examination successfully.

“That you stand here demonstrates... ambition, at least. On average, a single candidate every decade completes this interview. Are there any questions?”

None of us speak. We’ve had far less concrete instruction than this for other tests in the previous weeks. None of us are foolish enough to think that this will be as simple as it seems, walking through a room five minutes at a time. There will be surprises in store.

Very well then. Ladies, the two of you will take the portal on the left. You, and you, the middle, and the last pair to the right. The test begins when you cross the threshold.

The prodigy and I glance at one another, and stand to make our way to the portal. We stop just before the entrance, as do the other teams. All of us look at one another for a moment, and then, by unspoken agreement, we all walk through.

The moment I and my partner clear the entrance, the barrier crashes back into place with thunderous force, surprising us so much that both of us start, and I actually stumble to my knees. Flushing, I accept the black woman’s extended hand and stand up.

“My name is Veronica.” she says. “Please call me Ron.”

I nod. despite all of the time we’ve spent in proximity, this is the first time we’ve spoken.

“Samantha. Sam.”

We share a wry grin at the masculine nicknames.

“So,” she says, “five offers?”

“It seemed wise to conceal, when this was a competition.”

She nods. “It seemed wise to claim, for related reasons.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“I didn’t, for sure, until just now, but none of the boys seemed to merit quite so much attention. It appears you and I are not in competition here.”

I watch her silently for a moment. “Appears. Yes. Shall we find out what the test actually is?”

“Certainly.”

We look around the room. As the proctor had claimed, there were two portals, the one we entered, and the one we were expected to leave through, which was bracketed by the scanners, one to a side. The only other feature in the room was the bright lights, and a black dome in the middle of the ceiling, from which cameras presumably recorded the testing.

I walk up to the scanner on the left and examine it. An indicator light, a chin rest, and a sort of binocular hole where eyes were meant to peer inside. On the whole, it looked much like every corporate security scanner I’ve ever seen. My partner was completing a similar examination, and had come to the same conclusion. Smoothing my skirts, I lean forward to activate my scanner, while she does the same.

As soon as my eyes settle in front of the viewer, twin laser lights strike my retina. Immediately, the ground begins to rumble, just as when the proctor opened the first three gates. Suddenly, my scanner cuts off.

There is irritated embarrassment in Ron’s voice. “I forgot about the rumble. Starting again.”

In a moment, presumably when she put her eyes back to her scanner, laser light once more enter my eyes. The floor resumes rumbling. A normal retinal scan like this takes only moments, but this is sustained. I can only hope that the Company in all its wisdom knows enough about the tolerance levels of the human eye that successful candidates aren’t permanently blind by the time they finish the test.

In any event, the light doesn’t hurt, it just keeps drawing its pattern across my eye over and over. The proctor indicated that we could blink, and I do, on purpose, just to make sure. The light stutters for a split second, and then simply continues the pattern. Over and over. I imagine it drawing on my eyes, slowly wearing a scene of unutterable beauty to a machine across the field of my vision. Over and over. The the sound and even the feel of the rumbling eventually fade to white background sensation as I become accustomed to their constant presence. Over and over. I imagine every molecule in my body slowly becoming attuned to the sound, learning to move with it, until balance has been achieved.

Suddenly, the lights wink out, and the rumbling stops. I pull my face back, assuming that my partner has broken contact prematurely again, when I see that the indicator on my scanner has gone green, and the portal to the next room stands open. Blinking incredibly dry eyes, I say, “That seemed really fast.”

“I know.” she replies, rubbing her eyes with her palms. “Did you notice anything?”

It takes me a moment to realize that she means ‘out of the ordinary’.

“No, I don’t think I did. This one seemed straightforward, but I doubt the rest of them are.”

She nods, and we walk into the next chamber together.

I’m prepared this time, and when the barrier crashes shut, I don’t fall over.

“Do you need a break before the next one?” I ask her.

“Hang on.” She’s rummaging in her purse. The proctor hadn’t directed us to leave our personal items behind, but I hadn’t even brought mine in, so common was the prohibition during the other tests. I had my ID clipped to my blouse and nothing else.

“Here we go.” She pulls out a small bottle, and quickly squeezes a drop of liquid out of it into either eye. Blinking rapidly, she says, “Ah, that’s better.”

She looks at me for a second, perhaps making some mental calculation. Apparently, I still fall under the list marked ‘Assets’, because she offers the bottle of eyedrops to me. “Here.”

The relief is welcome. I’m not sure I actually blinked at all during that last scan, except for the intentional one. I hand the bottle back to her and we take our places in front of the scanners. Nodding to one another, we put our eyes to the machine.

The lights and the rumble are immediate, and it only takes moments for me to reach the zen I’d had in the previous room. I don’t know if it happens for everyone, or if it’s just an advantage I have on this particular test. Regardless, I relax into it, and let the vibrations hold me while the lights trace their dance on my exposed eyes. Over and over. Over and over. Over and over.

Except this time, there’s a difference. I first notice when a drop of sweat rolling down my forehead threatens to interrupt my view of the lights. Carefully wiping it away, I devote enough attention to the rest of my body to notice that the room has grown uncomfortably warm. Half a minute later, I’m certain the temperature is still increasing as the test progresses. Carefully, carefully, I rest one of my forearms just above where my eyes are watching the scanner. The cloth on the arm of my blouse immediately begins to soak up sweat. With a little luck, no more will get into my eyes. I do my best to find zen again, but the discomfort is extreme. The remainder of the time seems to crawl by as I feel sweat begin to really pour out of me. Finally, just before the temperature crosses the line from uncomfortable to unbearable, the lights wink out, the rumbling ceases, and the indicator goes green.

The moment I pull back from the scanner the room seems to drop back to the correct temperature immediately, leaving me panting as blessedly cool air helps my sweat chill me. When I glance over at Ron, though, she’s crumpled onto the floor and is hugging herself in the fetal position. I rush to her side.

“Are you ok?” I don’t see a drop of sweat on her, and I worry that she has some sort of medical condition that the Company doctors missed. She might be broiling alive in her own skin. I put the back of my fingers to her cheek to see if she feels hotter than I do, and I almost yelp when they make contact with her skin. She’s as cold as an ice cube! Her eyes snap open at my touch, her head swivels to look at me, and I realize her teeth are actually chattering. Suddenly, she lurches up and throws herself at me, hugging my body to her own and knocking me off of my knees onto the ground.. She’s ice all over, and after a moment, I hold her tightly to me, letting my excess body heat help bring her temperature up.

We remain clutching one another for several minutes, until her shivers stop and my sweat has cooled on my skin.

“Thank you.” she says, clearly a little ashamed. “I assume you didn’t get cold during the test?”

“Almost hotter than I could bear.”

“You realize that means the temperature in the room couldn’t have changed. Not that drastically, with only a few feet between us.”

I nod. “The lasers.”

She says, “Yeah. We’re probably meant to figure that out. That’s why we’re paired instead of doing this alone. The scanners can convince us we’re freezing, or burning up.”

“Gradually.”

“Maybe gradually. It’s possible it could have done it all at once. It doesn’t matter, what it means is we can’t trust our senses during the scans, that whatever is happening isn’t real.”

“Right up until you get frostbite.” I stand. “Are you okay to continue?”

“I think so.”

I help her up and we make our way to the next part of the test.

In the next room, after the door slams behind us, we immediately notice a difference. One of the normally blank walls has a small table in front of it, and on that table is a set of clothes. We approach and look it over, quickly confirming that there’s only one. Additionally, every article of clothing is a twin to what I’m wearing, down to the sizes. Additionally, there is a small towel.

“Well,” I say, peeling my sweat-soaked damp blouse off, “I suppose this explains why we were segregated by gender.”

I strip down to nothing, and use the towel to rub myself vigorously, removing as much of the sweaty aftermath of the last test as possible. While I’m putting on the fresh clothes, I happen to glance at Ron, who, as it turns out, has apparently been avidly watching me. When she sees that my attention is on her, she blinks, and then quickly turns around. I grin to myself. Maybe the gender separation didn’t matter as much as the test designers thought.

If I was honest, I wouldn’t mind an eyeful of the black woman’s nude form. She has an exceptionally long, lithe body, and, to all appearances, an excellent set of breasts. Not that mine aren’t great, but they’re more on the, um, streamlined side of such things.

Fully dressed, I walk to my side of the portal. Veronica is already at hers. “Ready when you are.”

Together, we lean into the scanners.

It doesn’t take me long to figure out what this test will be like. In about thirty seconds, my nipples are as hard as diamonds, and I feel like if I could pull my eyes away from the scanner to watch my breath, it would fog. Presumably Ron is experiencing the same thing I did in the last test. I keep my eyes on the lights, and try to meld with the rumble, but it’s so, so cold. I’m tapping my fingers against my legs, just so I can be sure I still have fingers, they’re so numb. My feet stopped sending me signals about a minute ago, and I hope the test ends before the rest of my legs go too numb to maintain balance.

Knowing something is not real and internalizing that something is not real are two monumentally different things. It doesn’t matter if I know the light is telling me it’s cold, and that the room is actually still a comfortable temperature. I can’t override the signals my brain is getting, and it’s forcing my body to react precisely as though I was freezing to death. My teeth are chattering, and all of my concentration is on keeping my eyes open and not falling over.

Finally the light goes green, and I’m falling over before the rumble completely fades away. In seconds, Ronnie has me wrapped in her arms, and she’s hot as an oven. I inhale her scent, a mixture of perfume and clean sweat, and I press my numb face into her chest, her warm, clothed breasts pillowing my frozen cheeks.

We stay like that until I start to feel human again, and then I extricate myself. “Thank you.”

She smiles and nods. “Sure. I just hope they have a change of clothes for me too, I feel disgusting.”

“You’re far from that.” I’m blushing before the sentence even finishes escaping my traitor lips.

She stares at me expressionlessly for a few moments, and then, with a small smile, helps me up. Together, we walk into the next room.

There are clothes for her, it turns out, and this time the table is on the same side of the room as the scanner she’s been using every time. I don’t mention it, but if it’s not coincidence, it means the testers understand us and how we would behave in these chambers to an unthinkable degree. Not for the first time, I’m wondering if I should have taken one of the offers.

I find my earlier wish fulfilled, as Veronica strips and towels herself off. Her breasts are large and taut with youth, and sway gently as she moves and bends. They’re capped with thick, dark nipples. She notices me watching, but I don’t look away. I just grin at her and say, “My turn.”

She barks a short laugh at that, and I’m pretty sure if her skin was lighter I’d be able to see a blush, but she doesn’t try to hide her body from me. She even makes a little show of it. Her pants are the last article of clothing she pulls on, and she ostentatiously turns such that her well-formed ass and white thong are presented to me as the waist of the slacks squeeze over them.

Dressed, she turns to face me. “Show’s over. Ready?”

I nod, “Yes, if not eager.”

We move to our respective scanners and push our faces into them.

The lights lights and rumble begin, and I slip into my zen place as quickly as possible, hoping that I won’t notice whatever the trial is this time until most of the time (lights) has passed. I still don’t feel anything (rumble) unusual, and it’s pleasant. Pleasant. pleasant to let the flicker flicker wash over my (body) eyes. Time slips away (towards) from me and before I know it, the rumble stops and the lights cease their (dance) flicker.

Blinking, I straighten and look over at Veronica. She’s looking back at me, panting slightly.

“I didn’t notice anything except the lights and the noise that time. Did you get anything?” I ask.

“Yeah, I...” she pauses, “I did. I think we got different tests. It wasn’t bad, though.”

“What was yours?”

She just shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter, you won’t have a problem with it if they give it to you. Lets keep going.”

She strides into the next chamber, and I follow, wondering if I’m still listed under ‘Assets’ in her mental list.

We lean into the scanners to start the next phase.

Again, no extra challenge is apparent, and I find myself quickly falling back into my calm place as I let the rumble wash over me while the pattern of light repeats. Repeats. Repeats. Repeats. Repeats. Repeats.

At some point, the sound of the rumble is overlain with something else. At first I can’t make our what it is is, but as the seconds flicker. Flicker. Flicker. Flicker. Flicker. Flicker past, I gradually make out what sounds like a crowd of people talking. Talking. Talking. Repeats. Flicker. Talking.

Individual voices are hard to make out, but it sounds like there’s a large crowd, standing in the room behind us, murmuring. Murmuring. Flicker. Talking. Repeats. Flicker. Murmuring.

It’s very convincing, and surprisingly difficult not to turn around, but I’m determined to make it. It. It. Flicker. It. It through the scan. I concentrate on the lights (flicker) and the (murmuring) rumble (repeats).

The sound of the crowd suddenly swells and I feel a hand grip my shoulder and spin me around.

To an empty room. No crowd, no rumble, no hand. Terrified that I’d failed the test, I jerk my head back to look at the scanner, but the indicator has gone green. We passed the scan for the room, and the portal to the next one waits. I glance over at Veronica, and see that the black woman has slumped to her knees in front of the scanner, and is staring at nothing, panting heavily.

I run to her side and squat, putting my fingers on her cheek to check her temperature. She’s a little flush, but nothing like the heat test earlier. There’s a different smell around her, familiar, but I can’t quite identify it. Until her head turns towards my hand, still staring at nothing, and her tongue briefly flickers out against my fingers. I recall the smell, then. She’s horny.

I back up, and grab her shoulder. “Snap out of it!”

She blinks and shakes her head, as though to clear it. Suddenly, her gaze jerks up to her scanner, and I hear her sigh in relief when she sees the green indicator.

“Jesus,” she says, “that was intense.”

“Did you hear a crowd talking?”

“What, no, I...” she pauses, “I think we got different tests again. You heard a crowd?”

“Yeah, like there were a bunch of people standing behind us, talking too low to be understood. Then at the very end, it felt like someone grabbed my shoulder.”

She nods. “Mine was... different. I didn’t hear anything, but touch was definitely involved.”

“That’s it?”

“Trust me, you’ll know if you get that test.”

I stand up and offer her my hand. “Are you good to go?”

She takes it and pulls herself up. “I think so. I wish they’d told us the number of gates.”

“That’s part of the test, I’m sure.”

Still holding hands, we cross into the next room.

This room is different from the others. For one, the exit portal already stands open. For another, there’s a large white cube, almost three meters tall, standing in the middle of the room, with two doors on it. Brief investigation reveals that the doors open onto a separate bathroom, the pair of which take up all the internal space in the cube.

“Huh, I guess we earned a potty break.” says Veronica, stepping into one side. “See you in a few.” With that, she pulls the door shut, and a latch clicks.

I don’t really need to use the restroom yet, but if I don’t I’m sure I’ll regret it later. I also don’t like what this break means in terms of the length of the test.

I do my business and wash my hands, then spend a couple of minutes fixing my hair, which is still in a little bit of disarray from the hot/cold section. I’m putting the finishing touches on my coiffure when sounds from Veronica’s side of the bathroom distract me. I pause and listen for a moment, and then hurriedly finishing arranging myself when it becomes clear that the noises are low moans of passion. Apparently the last couple of tests really did a number on her, and she’d decided to let off some steam. I step out of the bathroom to give her some privacy, but even outside of the cube her vocalizations are occasionally audible. Evidently the bathroom is made of much shoddier materials than the Company generally employs in its facilities.

She finally reaches climax, I presume, because a long, shuddering cry escapes the cube, followed by silence. Five or six minutes later, she steps out of the restroom, in good order and cool as a cucumber. I choose not to embarrass her, and so don’t mention anything. The two of us use the exit portal for the next room.

The next room is back to the standard configuration. Although she won’t give me specifics about what happened during her last tests, I know enough to be prepared for something... touchy. I’d described my own test to her, complete with the gripping hand. Thus armored, we each take our places and begin the scan.

The rumble. Rumble. Rumble. Flicker. Flicker of the lights, and almost immediately I know I’m not getting Veronica’s tests again. For one, the crowd is back, much louder, though still unintelligible. Suddenly the hand grips. Flicker. Repeats. Grips my shoulder again, although this time it doesn’t cause me spin. Spin. Spin. Spin. Spin. Spin around. It just holds tight, and I can sense its owner lean in close to me, to whisper (lies) in my ear .

I can feel breath stir against my cheek, and the heat of a person just next to me. The hand on my shoulder squeezes tightly, and lips lips lips (lips) brush my ear. I strain, but I can’t make out anything but the crowd crowD. CROwd. crowd murmuring (liars) behind me (watching me). The hand releases (moves) and begins stroking (slapping) stroking stroking my (ass) back while the crowd murmurs (cheers) and the voice (tongue) in my (mouth) ear continues to whisper (truths) nonsense (secrets).

The hand (fingers) slips down my back and over (in) my ass, down the the hemline of my skirt. The (hatred) noise (lust) of the crowd reaches a crescendo (climax) as it starts to (rip) pull my skirt up the backs of my thighs. Just before it would have bared me (please) to the (my) crowd (lovers), the lights stop and the rumble ceases.

Dazed, I pull back, making sure the indicator has gone green. I start to turn to look at my partner, when I realize she’s right next to me, breathing heavily, with a wild look in her eyes. Before I can say anything, she mashes herself against me, crushing me against the wall, and presses her lips against mine with desperation.

I return the kiss more out of surprise and instinct than anything else, and her tongue is almost instantly dancing against mine, her teeth nipping at my lips. I come back to myself when I feel her hands trying to slip inside the waist of my skirt. Pushing her back, I realize she shed her cream-colored jacket across the room at her own scanner, and apparently had also shed her bra at some point (the bathroom?), because her nipples are clearly visible and extremely erect through the thin fabric of her white blouse.

She begins to push back, intent on my body. We struggle for a moment, until I reach out grip one of her nipples through her blouse. Holding it firmly between a thumb and forefinger, I start to twist it. She makes a noise half between a whine and a gasp, and quickly goes to her knees as I pull downward, firmly. I use my free hand to grip her hair and bend her face backwards to meet my eyes.

“Remember why we’re here.”

I hold her gaze for half a minute, until her breathing starts to slow down and sanity returns to her eyes.

“I... okay. I... I’m sorry, I don’t know... the lights, it...”

“It’s all right. I’ve got you.” I release her and help her to her feet.

She’s a little shaky, and we take a few minutes to let her recover before we move into the next room.

The portal seals behind us before I realize we left her jacket in the previous room. I walk her to her scanner, trying not to watch her chest as she moves. I’m also trying not to think too much about the sweet rush of power I felt when I made her kneel.

“Are you all right to continue?” I ask, glancing at the black bubble in the ceiling.

She nods. “I think I’m okay, but I don’t know what it’s going to do to me this time. I barely remember the last one, just... when it released me, and I saw you standing over there... I’m sorry.”

I give her shoulders a squeeze. “It’s not you, all right? I don’t know why the testing is different between us, but I promise you, I’ll snap you out of it. Just trust me.” My hand slides smoothly down to her ass and gives it a squeeze. “Okay?”

She rests her head on my shoulder and nods, while I try to figure out when I decided it was acceptable to grope her in order to reassure her, although I’m enjoying her flesh under my hand. Trying not to seem rushed about it, I release her and walk over to my own station. When I look at her, she’s watching me from where I left her, a lost look in her eyes.

“Veronica.”

“Yes?”

“Put your face in the scanner.”

“Yes... yes.”

I wait until her eyes are pressed to the machine before activating my own.

The (my) crowd is back. So are the hand(s). Murmuring while (clever) fingers explore my (old) clothes (bad). Buttons flick (break) and my outfit is (torn) pulled (shredded) (useless) off of me. My bra and panties slip (rip) easily off of my body, and I’m standing (glorious) nude (goddess) in front of the (my) crowd (supplicants).

The (servants) hands pull (lace) (tighten) new garments over my (perfect) body. Gloves slip (slap) up my arms, boots (kiss) slide up my legs, all the way to my upper (secrets) thighs. A corset (armor) cups my (perfect) breasts, and the laces on the back tighten, to better (glorify) push them up.

My sex is bare, but it doesn’t matter. Let them see. See. See (see). They are mine (yes yours yes).

I bask in my glory, and the lights cease. I glance upwards, noting the green light, then glance over at my(supplicant) partner. I shake my head to clear it as I walk over to her prostrate form. Her indicator is green. She’s lying facedown in front of it, her hands planted on either side of her head. Her pants are pulled down to her knees, and her hips are grinding against the ground.

I watch her for a while. She’s making mewling as she fruitlessly thrusts her hips. I don’t know why she’s not using her hands on herself, some twist of the testing, I suppose. Recalling my promise, I squat down next to her and reach down, tracing her slit through the material of her panties.

Her response is immediate, pushing her ass up in the air and making little gasps. I sniff the scent of her on my fingers for a moment, then reach down and give her another light graze, enjoying her reactions. We continue like that for some time, her writhing in need and my careful little touches. Her panties are a sodden ruin.

When I judge she’s ready, I reach a little further and place a finger snug to either side of her clit and begin rubbing. She shudders, and then she begins to buck, her brow furrowed over closed eyes and her mouth working soundlessly. I stimulate her all the way through the orgasm, until her hips slump back to the ground. I wipe my fingers on the fabric of her slacks, and then begin rubbing her back, soothingly, waiting for her to become coherent.

In a few minutes, her eyes flutter and open. “Wh... what? Is the light green?”

“Yes, sweetie.” How did I ever think of this woman as competition? “Take a minute, this last one really did a number on you.”

She rolls over and sits up, briefly getting her legs tangled in her slacks. She pulls them back up, but not before noticing her panties.

“What... what did I... did I try something with you again?”

I shake my head. “You didn’t do anything this time, Veronica. You were already here on the floor when I came out of my test.”

“God, I don’t understand what they’re doing to me. I don’t know if I can...” She looks up at the black bubble.

I take her chin in my fingers and make her face me. “You can, and you will, because I say you can, and because I say you will. Do you understand?”

She shakes her head. “I just... I don’t...”

“Open your mouth.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth, Veronica. Wide.”

She stares at me for a moment, and then complies, her lipstick staining the ‘O’ a dark burgundy.

I take the hand that isn’t on her chin and reach inside, until I have her tongue in a firm grip between my thumb and forefinger. She makes no move to resist me. I pull the tip out of her mouth to the limit of its length, and keep tension there.

“Do I have your attention?”

A small nod.

“Good. I told you in the last room that I would take care of you after each test. Do you believe me?”

Nod.

“The Company made me seven offers before this test. Proctor told me no one has gotten that many since the last candidate who actually passed this trial. I intend to pass, and I want you at my side as I do so. Do you understand?”

She nods, her eyes shining.

“When you feel weak, it doesn’t matter, because I am here, and I am not weak. All you have to do is everything I tell you to, no matter what. I will not ask you to do anything you can’t. Understand?”

Nod. Her breath is coming faster, hot on my hand.

“Good.” I release her tongue and reach up to smooth her hair. “Do you feel better now?”

She just nods, her mouth still open, her eyes focused on mine.

“Then stand up.”

I lead her through the portal into the next room.

The next room has a change of clothes for Veronica. I almost laugh out loud, because on the pedestal is a single pair of white thong panties, identical to the soaked ones she’s wearing now, as well as a towel.

She looks at me, and I gesture to the pedestal. “Go ahead.”

She walks over and pulls down her pants, with no hint of modesty. She slips off the soiled panties and uses the towel to wipe herself off. She slips on the clean pair, and then begins to pull on her slacks when I intervene.

“No.”

She pauses, slacks halfway up her thighs, and looks at me.

“You’ll just ruin them. Leave them.”

She stares for a moment, then lets the slacks drop and steps out of them. Clad only in her white blouse, panties, and heels, she walks back over to me without a word.

Together, we approach her scanner, and I stroke her back reassuringly for a few moments before I place my hand on the back of her head and gently push her face into the machine. I give her a brief pat on the ass and make my way over to my own station. Before I start the scan, I glance over at her. Her position is unchanged, exactly as I has placed her, I can see the slow rise and fall of her breath, and her arms hang loosely at her sides.

I turn back to my scanner, and we begin.

I am immediately (armored) clad (glorified) as I was in the last session, and I can feel the (subjects) crowd (puppets) watching (worshipping). I feel thousands of (fingers) eyes on my (flawless) skin. I can feel myself growing (moist) stronger with their attention (adulation). The rumble (rumble) rumble. Rumble turns into the sound of a (cheering) shouting (writhing) mass of (worms) people, intent on me.

As the noise reaches a (climax) crescendo, the lights cease, and I (cum) come back to myself. I’m panting, and I know if I checked, my own panties would be more than a little moist. The light is green, and when I glance at Veronica’s station, hers is too. She’s still standing in front of it, staring into it, in exactly the position I left her, but her mouth is hanging slack. As I approach, I can see her inner thighs are slick. I pull her away from the machine by her shoulder, and she steps away willingly, but she has the unfocused gaze I’ve come to expect when she finishes a session.

I reach down and graze her clit, which gets a response, and her hips press towards my hand. I run my eyes over her lovely figure.

“Remove your blouse.”

Her hands snake up with impressive swiftness, and the buttons submit to her clever fingers in seconds. She shrugs, and the white fabric falls off of her shoulders and slips to the ground. I trace a finger around an already-swollen nipple, and she shudders. I lean down and take it in my mouth, tasting her and sucking gently. She lets out a sound halfway between a sigh and a moan and presses her chest into me.

I let her nipple slip from my mouth and straighten up. “Kneel.”

She slips down gracefully, ass resting on her heels.

I caress her cheek. “Wake up.”

Her eyes jitter for a moment, and she blinks. She glances up at the scan indicator, and a smile lights her up when she sees it’s green. “Thank God.”

I put a finger under her chin and turn her to face up at me. She makes no effort to rise. “Thank who?”

“Thank... thank you.”

“Correct. Do you feel well enough to continue?”

“I... I think so.”

“Good. We need to take care of something before I’ll be ready for my next test, though.”

“What?”

With the hand that isn’t holding her chin, I reach down and pull the hem of my skirt up over my hips. Releasing her, I hook my thumbs in the waist of my panties and pull them down to my thighs.

I don’t do or say anything else. I simply wait, my sex exposed in front of her face. She looks up at me for a long moment. I can’t read the emotion in her face, but I don’t suppose it matters. Her eyes are such a lovely brown, it almost seems a shame when the once-formidable will behind them flickers out beneath my gaze.

A few minutes after my first orgasm, as she energetically tongues me towards my second, I swear I can hear the cheers of an adoring crowd.

“How many more rooms?”

Proctor checks. “Six, though I don’t think it will change the outcome.”

“No. I’m glad we started sending them through in pairs, it’s made for interesting interactions.”

“With the women. None of the men made it past the first three rooms. You realize she’s going to be able to bring the broken one all the way to the end.”

“It hardly matters. That one is already in no fit state to receive the offer. Or any offer. We’ll let our new chairwoman choose whether to keep her or not. Have them both brought to my office once the test is complete.”

“Yes, ma’am.”