The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

=1=

Tom, a casually dressed police detective in his late twenties, entered the Lieutenant’s office. Only minutes before he had received the order to come to the police station at once.

“There you are at last! We’ve been waiting for you!” Tom was barked at when he entered the room.

The Lieutenant looked extremely nervous. But Tom, who nearly always remained cool on the outside, just said hello to his colleague Julia with a charming smile and put his 190 centimetres tall muscular body with short brown hair and light-blue eyes on the chair next to her. Tom and Julia had been working together now for about 2 years at the squad and had solved many cases of robbery, burglary and theft. Professionally they were a terrific team, but privately nothing had developed between them ... and that although they would have been a perfect couple and each of them in fact fancied the other. Everyone who knew Tom would describe him as the spontaneous and impulsive police officer who liked his work and who liked the success (even when it meant to forget certain rules of police regulations to catch someone or to make a suspect talk). But when it came to women—or rather that woman he fancied—he was incapable of uttering a word.

“What’s up, Lieutenant?” Tom asked, looking at the small and stocky officer who would enter retirement in a couple of weeks and who had some circulatory problems due to his weight and his constant flipping-out. And even now his face displayed a light tone of red. Usually Tom was right in assuming that there was nothing that terrible going on when the Lieutenant had this type of face colour. But this time he should be wrong.

With a loud slap a folder with different newspaper articles landed in front of Tom on the table:

“What’s up?? That is up! I already informed Julia. Since one week several robberies had been committed throughout the country. I know, that’s normally the local colleagues’ work, but last night the Deutsche Bank branch in the city centre had been robbed...”

“But,” Tom cut him off “it says we have the guy who did it...”

The Lieutenant rolled his eyes and his face turned a bit more to the red: “Yes, that is correct, detective. But do you know who he is? A student, with no criminal record. He was missing for about a week, he has no motive ... and he can’t remember anything.

“Can we believe him?” Now Julia joined the conversation. She was a 26-year old blond who liked sports all over, but who—in contrast to Tom—totally abided by the rules of police work. Despite the fact that she jogged, swam and rode her bike a lot, she had very female yet sexy curves as well. And she knew how to show them when she wore her tight jeans or leather pants and tight tops.

“Yes, our psychologist confirmed his story. His fellow students said he had always been the quiet one, not one that would rob a bank. Besides, he comes from a prosperous home—there is no motive.”

“All right,” Tom concluded “but he did it. There must be recordings of the surveillance cameras. The case’s closed. So what?”

The Lieutenant gasped for air: “I know that! This case is only the peg. Take a look at the folder. What do all offenders have in common?”

Tom look at the articles, at the reports and pictures. There were always pictures from the banks’ cameras. But one could not identify the person that had been recorded because all of them wore something like a skin-tight silver full-body suit that even covered the wearer’s face and prevented a clear picture because of the light reflections.

“You mean ... those suits?”

“Right! Our guy had such a thing as well. And it was very hard to catch him because he tried to escape with acrobatic jumps and unbelievably quick sprints. When we finally got hold of him he kicked 3 colleagues’ guts out of them. But when we managed to seize him and removed the mask he went completely tame and couldn’t remember anything.”

Again Julia concluded: “So there is a connection to the other silver suits. There’s no doubt. And certainly you think there is one person behind all the robberies. Thus I suppose that it is our task to find out, right?”

“But why we? Why our squad?” Tom asked doubtfully. He rather liked those cases with some action, when he knew who he had to hunt down. Snooping around day after day was not his thing.

“Because ... because only we and our colleagues in Munich and Cologne managed to catch one. And all of them lived here and had vanished about one week before their robbery. So when there is someone behind that, he might very well be here. Even the Federal Police Agency thinks you’re the right guys to investigate in this case. You’ll find out who he is and you will catch him. You will find all the three of our silver boys in remand prison. And now get out of my office and do your work!” the Lieutenant shouted. His face colour now had adjusted to the situation.

Julia and Tom grabbed their folders and left the room. In front of it they simultaneously sighed and went directly to the remand prison to interview the three men. After some hours of questioning they found out that all three of them were of nearly equal size and shape and studied at the local university. And no one was able to remember what had happened the week before the robbery. They stated that they had visited different parties and got hit on the back of their heads. The next alleged piece of memory was the inside of a police car.

The two officers decided to take a look around on the campus and to observe the next student party in the city park. After a long working day they made a date for the next morning and went home. Tom would have loved to ask Julia out to have a beer or a cocktail(and he had practised for days), but because of the circumstances and the late hour—it was after midnight actually—Tom postponed the question ... once again. He liked Julia a lot—she had a razor-sharp brains, great looks and dressed as sexy as regulations permitted. When Tom lay down in his bed he thought of her for a while before he fell asleep.

=2=

=3=

Julia and Tom sat in their car in front of the police headquarters. There—after a loud conversation about who was right and about Tom’s manners—they agreed to observe the city park in the evening because there should be a student party. Tom gave Julia a lift to her flat and then went to his own. Julia entered her tastefully furnished flat, made herself a cup of tea and lay down on the sofa for a little rest. After a few minutes she had to think about Tom: Why did he always have to react so impulsively? But wasn’t that the thing she liked about him ... besides his well trained body, of course. When they had solved their first case together she started falling in love with him, but then—rational as she was—she gave her job higher priority. She loved working together with him, but whether there was more between them ... and especially from his side ... she didn’t know.

Thinking about that, she dozed off but was woken up about an hour later by Tom who rang her door bell. Some minutes later both of them entered—dressed in dark clothes—the city park and observed especially those corners which the party guests used to visit to talk, to deepen new friendships or just to relieve themselves. Even when the party reached its end they had not noticed anything strange. When there were only few students left they decided to walk across the circle-shaped park one last time. So Julia took the path in one direction and Tom in the opposite one.

After only a few hundred feet Tom suddenly heard Julia: “Tom! Quick ... come here!” Tom sprinted over to where he thought Julia to be. In one of the park’s darker corners he saw two dark figures holding a young woman and hitting Julia unconscious. Tom at once drew his gun and shouted at them: “Police! Freeze or I’ll open fire! Let go that woman and get on the floor! Now!”

But before Tom could repeat his order, one of the figures jumped at him acrobatically and kicked the gun out of his hands. It was a muscular man, dressed in a black full body spandex suit. Tom let himself fall on the ground in order not be hit by the man’s foot on his head and tried to catch one of his arms. But when he got up he was finally hit by obviously a third man and dropped again. Tom realized that he couldn’t stop the men kidnapping that woman. And so he acted as if he had lost consciousness to see where those guys were going. And it worked: the men sedated the woman with chloroform and carried her away. When they were out of sight, Tom got up and checked on Julia. But she must have had the same plan because she also stood up and ran towards him: “Everything OK with you?”—“Of course, come on .. they have gone that way ... to the parking lot.”

The detectives ran to the parking and hid behind some bushes. From there they saw how those spandex blokes threw the woman into a van, sat on the front seats and drove away. Julia and Tom ran to their car, got in and followed the van. After about 20 minutes the cars entered an industrial park. When the van turned left on the yard in front of a warehouse, Tom passed by and turned right into the next street and parked the car there. He and Julia jumped out of it and ran back to the warehouse. When they reached it, they could just see that the woman was unloaded and carried into the warehouse. They entered the premises and although the warehouse seemed abandoned they spotted several surveillance cameras. So they decided not to try to open the door and instead ran to the back of the building. There they climbed on the top of two large garbage containers to reach a small window. But before they tried to look inside, Tom went to another camera and slowly turned it aside so that the

y could not be seen. Then they looked inside the building.

There they saw the woman being carried into the small room Julia and Tom were looking at. They also spotted a desk with several surveillance monitors and a security guy sitting behind that desk. In the middle of the room there was a metal table and at the right hand wall there was a metal door with a combination lock. The woman was put on the table and fixed to it with straps at her ankles and wrists by two of the men; the third one left the room through the locked metal door. Tom and Julia looked at the unconscious woman: she was young, obviously sporty and presumably another student. When she woke up the two spandex men (who had remained motionless next to the table) moved again. One of them grabbed her arms and pressed them firmly on the table while the other one opened the wrist straps. “Get your hands off me! Let me go! Help!” the woman screamed.

Julia jerked and whispered in Tom’s ear: “We must call the squad! We have to get her out of there.”

“But that’s our only chance to really solve that case. We have guns and we are in a superior position up here ... we can interfere at every time. Just forget one moment about the regulations and let’s wait. I feel that it’ll be the better way.”

Julia rolled her eyes and thought: ‘He and his damn feeling ...’. But she waited.

The other spandex bloke had begun to cut open the woman’s clothes and remove them completely while the woman continued to struggle. But the men went on silently. When the girl was completely naked, the guy took a silver spandex zentai and began to dress the woman. Although it took a while because of all the woman’s struggling, she was finally covered in shiny silver spandex all over. Tom and especially Julia didn’t feel well watching the woman being treated like that but inside they agreed that she looked gorgeous in that suit that covered her tightly and without any folds. Her round breasts and her nicely shaped legs were elegantly coated with the chrome-like material. They could even spot a bulging cleft in her crotch area.

“Let me go! You assholes! Let me go... you sick bastards!” came from the inside of the struggling silver statue on the table. Although the straps had been opened it was impossible for her to free from the man’s grip. But then the other one took a small device that looked like the neuro-transponder Julia and Tom had seen in the lab. The man put it on her neck and pressed it onto it and the suit. The first spandex guy loosened his grip and stepped back. But the woman didn’t move. She put her hands on her head and the detectives could see that she had opened her mouth widely under the suit’s hood, but not a single noise came out of it. The woman tossed and turned on the table and still held her head ... but after a few seconds she let go the tension and lay silently on the table, her arms now lying next to her body and her mouth closed again. Then one of the guys connected a notebook to the small device in her neck, entered something and then disconnected the notebook again.

Tom and Julia couldn’t believe what they had just seen and looked at each other with big eyes. In that moment the metal door opened and a man—about 40 years old, unknown to them and normally dressed—entered the room. He went to the two black spandex blokes:

“Number 8, number 13. Mission accomplished. Take rest positions.”

The men only nodded and went through the door. Tom could see that behind it there was a staircase that seemed to lead down under the ground. Then the man stood next to the table and looked at the shiny silver woman. He put his right hand on her stomach, caressed it carefully, went over the woman’s vagina and then back up to her firm and silver breasts. Although he fondled them for several moments the woman didn’t say a word. The he stroke her head gently and stepped back.

“Number 31, report status!”

Suddenly the silver figure on the table moved, climbed off it and stood in front of the man.

“Number 31 fully operational. Transponder established connection with suit and human circuitry. Waiting for your orders,” the silver statue uttered with a monotone voice.

The man pointed at a pair of knee-high lace-up boots with only moderate heels and robust soles. “Put these on and follow me into the base. You will receive your final conditioning there.”

The woman took the boots instantly and put them on so that the shiny black shafts firmly wrapped around her ankles and lower legs. While she did so, the man went to the security guy and asked whether there were any abnormalities. When the guy looked across the monitors and said that one of the cameras must have moved a bit, his boss told him to fix it at once. Then he went with his new silver slave through the door. When the security guy stood up, Julia urged Tom to return to the car and call reinforcements, but Tom wanted to wait a few more seconds to see what would happen to the woman down there in the vault. And in fact, on one of the monitors Tom could see that she had to lie down on a table belonging to something like a CAT scanner, and a cord was connected to the transponder in her neck. Then she was pushed into the machine so that it covered her head, shoulders and chest. The last thing Tom could see were flashes of light inside the machine that visually and acoustical

ly conditioned the girl. Then he and Julia jumped off the container, only seconds before the security guy came around the corner. The detectives jumped into their car and sunk deeply into their seats. They couldn’t believe what they had seen only moments before, looked at each other and sighed.

“So what now?” Julia asked insecurely as Tom turned on the engine and drove back to the city.

“Well, we could call reinforcements and storm that basement vault. Maybe it’s the best thing to do, who knows what will happen to that girl ... and when there’ll be the next robbery.”

At Tom’s surprise, Julia suggested to investigate a bit further on their own. And she already had a plan. Tom listened to what she explained and dropped her off at her flat. Then they decided to meet in the city centre the next morning.

=4=

The next morning Tom walked along the street Julia had mentioned and entered the shop where they wanted to meet.

“There you are!” Julia smiled at him “Have I promised too much to you?”

Tom looked around: 15-feet-long racks and shelves with shiny clothes in all possible colours and cuts, full body suits, mannequins wearing latex and spandex bodies, changing rooms, pictures of famous customers and a smiling female attendant behind a large table with a sewing machine, wearing a short shiny orange spandex dress with black ankle boots. Tom shook his head and smiled at Julia: “No, not at all. I didn’t know we had such a shop in town.”

“Well, you just have to know what you’re looking for. Here you’ll find everything in shiny clothes, from ballet wear to sports gear and even fetish clothing. Even popular participants of the Olympics come here to have their figure skating dresses or bobsleigh suits tailored. They have also developed new fabric compositions and coatings. And before you ask: yes, I’ve already checked on them. They have nothing to do with our suspects. Presumably those guys get their suits from Asia.”

Tom nodded although his main attention was on the suits and shiny clothes. While Julia talked, Tom let his hand slip in between the clothes and touched the soft and cold material. He imagined how Julia would look like in the German 2006 olympic bobsleigh team’s bodysuit ... or in one of those speed skating suits. But then the attendant joined them and asked what she could do for them. Julia explained to her what they needed. The woman scrutinized the both of them with her experienced eye and thought about Tom’s and Julia’s sizes. She mumbled something about ‘not a challenge at all’ and went to the storage room. After just a minute she came back with a tiny paper box. Julia paid, of course asking for a receipt in order to get back the expenses later.

As the two detectives left, the attendant smiled again and said: “And when you like those, just come around again. We can also offer you custom made suits. And as I can tell from the young man’s eyes, you will return...”

Back in Julia’s little flat, she opened the box and produced two shiny black zentais with crotch zippers. Julia kept the smaller one and handed the other one over to Tom. “You first!” he suggested.

“No... you’d like that ... I know. Look, I’ll go to my sleeping room to change and you can use the bathroom if you like. Oh, and we should leave away our underwear ... for reasons of authenticity. Those blokes in the city park and that girl didn’t wear any either,” Julia responded and left the room. Tom hesitated only a second, then he caught his breath and began to undress quickly. He could not wait for seeing Julia in this tight-fitting black something, in this second shiny skin. For that vision he’d pay the price gladly.

In the meantime Julia had undressed as well and stood naked in front of her mirrored closet, the suit lying on her bed. Julia sighed once, then sat on the bed next to the suit and took it in her hands. The soft material slipped gently over her thigh. Julia opened up the rear zipper, stretched out one leg and pulled the cold fabric slowly over her foot, her lower leg and her knee. Then she repeated the same with the other leg. When her feet were wrapped properly, Julia stood up and pulled the suit up to her waist. With circular movements she swayed her hips and her crotch into the tightness of the suit that now covered her lower half perfectly. Then she let her arms slide into the suit’s, arranged her fingers in the gloves and pulled the suit over her shoulders. The hood hanging loosely over her chest and with the open rear zipper, she went back to the living room.

There Tom was already waiting for her to arrive. He sat on the couch and had also left the hood. Smilingly he scrutinized her from chin to toe.

“What do you think?” Julia asked and turned around “Can you give me a hand with that zipper?”

Tom needn’t be asked a second time and jumped off the couch, grabbed the zipper and pulled it up with joy. Julia uttered a comfortable sigh when the tight material stretched over her firm C-cup breasts. Instantly a feeling of arousal and safety spread inside of her and even her nipples reacted and were clearly visible under the black spandex.

“You look terrific!” Tom—still standing behind her—whispered in her ear “Well, you look terrific all the time, but in that suit you’re the bomb.” Surprised by his own spontaneity he let his spandex-clad fingers run along Julia’s waist to her belly. Gently he pulled her towards him and pressed her spandex back to his shiny black body. And Julia seemed to like it, too. Slowly she turned around and looked in his eyes: “But you look great as well.” And added after she had stroked the clearly existing bump in his crotch area: “And looks like you like it, too.”

Julia took Tom by his hand and dragged him to the sleeping room. Standing in front of her bed, she again snuggled at his shiny body and kissed him. Tom kissed her back and grabbed her firm ass cheeks. But then Julia stepped back, lowered her head and pulled the completely closed hood over her face. When she had managed to put all of her golden blond hair under the hood as well, she closed the hood’s zipper.

“If you also close your suit now, you might open something at mine later,” the black buxom figure in front of Tom promised. Then the black statue that had been Julia only seconds ago lay on the bed and ‘looked’ at Tom. Tom enjoyed the view and guessed what this little game might lead to. He was surprised about his own and especially Julia’s spontaneity but then he just put on the hood and joined the other black figure on the bed. He could see surprisingly well through the fabric in front of his eyes and began to stroke Julia’s new skin with his black fingers. Both of them spent about half an hour enjoying their new suits. Finally, while their hoods remain closed all the time, Tom opened Julia’s crotch zipper and Julia did the same with Tom’s. Tom could smell Julia’s juices and slowly put his erect and throbbing cock in and they had their first and most unconventional sex together. Afterwards both of them were so exhausted that they just closed their crotch zippers again and f

ell asleep in each other’s arms.

Few hours later Julia was torn from her dreams. Her phone rang and rang. Julia—still totally wrapped up in spandex—jumped off from the bed and to the living room. When she took the phone the could hear her Lieutenant screaming. He yelled at her that she and Tom had to report to his office immediately. Julia could very well imagine the kind of reddish colour his sweaty face was about to display. Luckily the Lieutenant didn’t give her the chance of saying something so that she did not have to bother about the hood that was still on. Afraid of how many regulations she had broken some hours before, she ran back to the sleeping room, woke up Tom and they changed clothes quickly. Then she put the suits back into the box with a broad grin on her face and gave Tom a kiss.

=5=

Back at the police station the Lieutenant informed them that there had been another robbery. Again a bank had been robbed by a completely silver clad person. This time it had been a woman, now ready to be questioned by Tom and Julia. The two detectives went to her at once and stopped nonplussed in the door frame when they spotted the young woman they had seen only hours before in that warehouse. She now wore a police bathrobe, sat behind a desk and shivered quite a bit.

As expected the woman couldn’t remember anything since she had been undressed in that warehouse. After she had burst into tears and been led away by an officer, Tom and Julia decided to carry out Julia’s plan to infiltrate the organisation dressed in their black suits. Instantly they returned to Julia’s flat and put on the suits—this time absolutely official. In their car they had even found their boots that they had been given for specialised task-force training sessions and that looked very similar to those boots worn by the black blokes last night. They put on regular clothes over their suits and made thin black boxes that looked like those neuro-transponders and fixed them to their suit’s collars.

Back at the warehouse Tom again parked the car around the corner. Then they put away the regular clothes.

“Look!” Tom whispered and lifted his right hand. He wore something around his middle finger that looked like a ring, but thicker towards the palm. “I’ve brought a tiny digital camera from the special task forces. As long as I don’t have to show my hands nobody will realize it. And I can shoot some real good pics of that place.”

Although Julia wondered how quickly Tom had got that camera (and especially from the special task forces), she nodded affirmatively and ran together with him through the darkness to that warehouse. With special equipment they opened up the front door and entered. They walked into that small room at the rear end of the building and pretended to be two of those black spandex slaves. When they passed by the security guy Tom dropped a small vial that contained a special kind of chloroform so that the security guy quickly fell asleep.

“How long will that last?” Julia asked quietly.

“About one hour but don’t go back there for the next 5 minutes or you will fall asleep as well.”

In front of the mysterious door Julia grabbed Tom by his arm. “Do you think we do the right thing?”

“Sure!” Tom answered, “These guys use innocent people to rob banks in a most hideous way. If they use these transponders and those suits to control and to make people to commit crimes, they won’t recoil from ... remote controlled murder. We’ve got to act. I feel that it is right, and you know it is. And now come on ... we can do it. You just have to remain calm and not to show any personal reaction, no matter what will happen. That might betray us.”

Julia loosened her grip. Frowningly she searched for arguments to support her plan, but now as they were ready to go she could only think of arguments against it. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get rid of her law-abiding and cautious way.

“I don’t know ... Tom” she sighed.

Tom look at her in disappointment. “OK, then keep on thinking about all that and your regulations. I’ll do the only right thing in the meantime!” Tom checked on his suit and the fake transponder. He opened the door by short-circuiting the lock. The black figure stroke Julia at her shoulder, nodded and went through the door.

Julia slumped down on the cold floor and held her head. After minutes of silence the she mumbled quietly sniffing: “Why? Why can’t I just for once let go? I know it’s the right thing ... but I ... Damn it! He IS right. And I should trust my feeling as well this time...”

=6=

=7=

Julia however did not feel that comfortable as suddenly that big black guy appeared in the corridor. Luckily she wore that suit with the hood. Otherwise one could have seen the fear in her eyes. Especially as the man stopped right in front of her, stretched out his arm and talked to her.

“Stop! We are wanted in the control room immediately! Follow me!”

“Affirmative!” Julia replied instinctively and with a tone that was hopefully monotonous enough. She followed that man and finally entered the control room. Screaming for Tom on the inside she walked beneath number 4 and stopped in front of the desk.

The boss stood up and walked over next to the silver figure and looked at Julia and number 4. To lull Julia in a false sense of security he spoke to her with no sign auf having identified her as an intruder.

“Number 32 is not going to rob another bank tomorrow. We have already cumulated enough money to carry out other tasks. Number 32 will assassinate the Governor who will be visiting the city tomorrow. And she will do this right next to him during his speech. This will be some kind of advertising for our organisation. As certain groups from all over the world will ask me to carry out similar jobs, we’ll be in need of new ‘staff’. So you will find some tonight, kidnap them and assimilate them. But before that I’ll have to check if your programming is working fine und suppresses your former personalities properly. I have to rely on my staff 100%.”

While giving this speech the man slowly walked up to Julia and number 4.

“Open up your crotch zippers!” he ordered. Julia clenched her teeth and did was she was told not to be uncovered. “Number 26, come here! Execute test programme R3.” the leader said to the black figure next to Tom and pointed at the spot in front of number 4. The woman next to Tom went over there, opened her hood’s zipper and put down her mask. Tom could now see her face for the first time. She was quite pretty, but there was no emotion in her eyes, she always looked straight ahead. Then she got down on her knees in front of number 4, grabbed his cock with one hand and stroke it gently. After some moments she opened her mouth and let her tongue slip over number 4’s member. She did this a few times without showing neither joy nor distaste, she just carried out a programme. Then she let the cock slid into her throat. Although she started sucking it and did a great job, number 4 did not move an inch, there was not even a real erection. The leader seemed satisfied: “Very good. No

reaction, no human sensations. Number 26, stop now with him and carry out the programme on her.” The boss faced Julia and looked through the mask directly in her eyes. Then he nodded towards number 4 who closed his zipper again.

‘It’s impossible that he knows who I am! I’ve played my part perfectly all the time ... Stay calm, Julia, stay calm. Just don’t say a thing.’ she thought and looked at the young black woman now kneeling in front of her. The woman stretched out one of her hands and gently touched Julia’s right thigh. With slow stroking moves she approached the opened crotch zipper. Tom couldn’t believe his eyes and forgot about his cover for just a second and cleared his throat. The boss must have heard this because he took a short look at the monitor with the room’s map and then at the three figures next to the door. He ordered Tom and the black man next to him to the desk and then he told the other one to carry out the programme on Tom, too. The man walked over to the desk, and so did Tom after he had hidden the tiny digital camera next to the door. When Tom joined the slave at the desk, the latter instantly took off his mask, knelt in front of Tom and put one hand on Toms upper thigh. If he

had had a choice Tom would have liked to punch that man into his face so that he wouldn’t dare again to touch him. But Tom pulled himself together and opened his crotch zipper so that his cock fell out of the black suit into the light ... and into the slave’s hand.

In the meantime number 26 had already put one or two fingers into Julia’s hole and fingered her clit. Julia felt jolts of arousal but bit on her lower lip to remain silent. But even Tom could hear her breathe louder and deeper. The boss smiled all over the face, he kind of liked this way to uncover the intruders. Then he addressed Tom who now found it very hard to hide his distaste as well as his erection and arousal: “So, what is this then? There seems to be a malfunction in your transponder.” The man took off the fake transponder in Tom’s neck. “I knew it, I knew—...”

Tom ripped off his hood: “Police! You are under arrest! Julia!” Tom packed his cock back into his suit and looked over to Julia: “Julia!” But Julia did not hear him. In fact she just gripped the table’s edge tightly, bent over and let out a loud and long moan. Number 26’s hand was still fondling Julia’s clit and tried to make her explode. Tom didn’t know what to do and grabbed a metal rod that stood next to a shelf and walked over to the leader, holding the other slaves (except for the still busy number 26) at distance by waving the rod around: “Take off their transponders! Now!”

“Haha! I won’t do anything, my boy! Number 18! Seize him!”

“Julia! Come on!” Tom shouted in Julia’s direction, but in this very moment Julia just screamed in excitement as number 26 had made her orgasm. Julia grabbed number 26’s head and pulled it down to her crotch, she shivered all over and could not stop moaning.

Tom jumped towards number 18 and hit him hard in the face with his fist so that the slave fell to the floor unconscious. Then he tried again to wake Julia from her trance and moved around towards her. But in that moment he saw how number 4 used Julia’s orgasm to put a real transponder in her neck. Julia’s orgasmic moaning stopped at once an Julia stood at attention and closed her wet crotch zipper.

“Very good, number 4!” the leader shouted and then addressed the silver slave and Julia: “Number 32 and ... number 33! Seize him, now!".

The black figure that had been Tom’s partner and girlfriend just one minute ago and the silver figure jumped towards him. He ran to the exit door but could not reach it, because the silver clad woman tried to grab him at his arm so that he had to push her away. But this distracted him so much that number 33 (Julia) was able to jump at Tom through the air and kick him with her foot in the back so that he lost consciousness and went down.

=8=

When Tom woke up he realized that he had been strapped to a metal table, that one that belonged to this CAT scanner-like machine. Tom felt angry... How could this have happened? Everything had gone so quickly he didn’t have a chance to react. But the thing that bothered him the most was that this organisation now had their hands on Julia (or rather her body).

“So, you are awake ...” Tom heard the boss saying. Unfortunately also Tom’s head had been strapped to the table so that he could only catch a glimpse view of the man standing at the foot side of the table. But the man moved up to Tom’s upper body.

“Where’s Julia? What have you done to her?” Tom shouted, but the boss only grinned.

“Shh... young man. I don’t get the impression of you being in the position to shout commands. But I can soothe you: I have done nothing wrong to your lovely colleague. I have just redressed her, because without a proper electrode-fibre-covered suit the transponder only controls her mind, but can’t give her additional abilities. But... take a look yourself.” The man stepped some inches aside and lowered a monitor from the ceiling into Tom’s field of vision. Tom could see a camera shot of the control room and this lab with him lying on the machine’s table. He could see the leader next to him and another person standing about 6 feet away from the table. This person was a woman clad in a shiny silver spandex suit, that covered her completely except for her breasts, mouth and vagina. The boss adjusted the monitor so that it now displayed a close shot at the woman. And yes, also her vagina was not covered by the suit. But there weren’t any zippers—the suit was tailored that way t

o exactly leave open mouth, each breast and the most private part, as well as (what Tom couldn’t see) the rear opening. Additionally the woman wore the transponder in her neck, a very tight black latex corset with supporting C-cups, long black latex gloves and very tight-fitting black high-heeled latex boots that not only went over the woman’s knees but up to the middle of her thighs and were attached to the corset with 3 strings each. It looked like a combination of boots and stockings.

“Doesn’t she look great?” the boss asked Tom with an evil smile.

Tom marvelled at the woman’s appearance and began to realize that this must be Julia. Tom looked at the man: “In this point ... but only this one ... you’re right. And now let me and her go, you bastard! You won’t have the slightest chance of getting away. We have made reports about the warehouse and what is going on here. If we don’t return by morning these reports will be directly shown to our Lieutenant.”

“Yes, yes ... just do your talking! By morning I will be gone, so don’t bother about that. ...And I will take her with me, as my personal sex slave. Her body is just so gorgeous and she has very well adapted to the new transponder software. In fact, she represents the latest design of my spandex slaves, 100% obedient and with far more abilities. And I like that outfit ... the perfect compromise of what looks good and what is being needed.”

“OK, then just let her go and I’ll do whatever you want.”

The man laughed out loud for quite a while. “Hmm... that’s a good one. My boy ...of course you will do what I say. You wont have any other choice.” The man loosened Tom’s head strap a bit so that he could lift his head and look at Julia ...and himself. When he found himself being also clad in a silver suit and saw the man waiving a transponder in his hand, Tom realized that he had nearly any chance.

“Julia! Can you hear me!? Julia, you’ve got to fight against it!” he shouted at her in despair, but the silver figure didn’t move.

“She only obeys to me. And you will soon obey, too. I will sell you as a gay sex slave to a friend of mine. In fact, I found out that the production of sex slaves is a far more valuable business than assassination... But before I sell you, you will go to your squad, get those reports and bring them here.”

“I won’t! Never ever!” Tom shouted at him.

“You will. You see, the transponder is far more powerful than you think. It breaks even the strongest will. Just let me give you a quick demonstration.”

The man went over to waiting Julia and put his hand on her shoulder. Then he addressed her: “What is your name?”

“My name is ‘number 33’” Julia’s uncovered mouth replied emotionlessly.

“Good girl. Now, load programme ‘Sexbot F1’” the man ordered her.

Julia nodded slightly and replied: “This unit’s name changed from ‘number 33’ to ‘Sexbot F1’. Change completed, new assignment confirmed, data stored.”

“So, Sexbot F1, tell me: who do you serve and obey?”

“I serve my Master, that is you. I obey to your every command” Julia said without hesitation.

“Good. Then please fondle your clit until you come. Now!”

Instantly Julia put one of her hands on her clearly visible pussy and one of her fingers into her hole. To Tom’s surprise she massaged her pussy until it got wet quickly. Then she located her clit and stroke it, but the man stopped her with a single command. Then he stood right in front of her, lay a hand on her right cheek and kissed her. Tom had to watch everything, even that Julia kissed the man back and that they even used their tongues. Tom couldn’t stand this any longer. Furiously he fought against the straps ... until one of them broke and Tom could free his right arm. Luckily the man was too busy with Julia so that he did not notice how Tom freed himself completely, jumped at him and knocked him down. Before Julia—Sexbot F1 respectively—could realize what had happened, Tom jumped towards her, grabbed the suit’s hood around Julia’s lips and tore the hood into pieces and thus freed Julia’s head while in the same instant he ripped the transponder out of her neck. Jul

ia opened up her eyes widely. Because the last thing before her assimilation was being given an orgasm by number 32, she grabbed her crotch and fell to her knees believing to actually experiencing that orgasm. When she realized that there was none, she looked up at Tom in fear and started crying.

“Ahh!! What has happened? Where am I? ... What ... Why are you dressed in silver? And ... and why am I dressed in silver and my breasts ...oh no ... no, Tom, please tell me this is not true!”

Tom grabbed her by her arm. “Come on, I’ll explain to you later. We now have to call reinforcements. Come on, quick!”

Tom grabbed the unconscious man and put him on the table, he strapped him down to it and put some cloths from a table into his mouth so that he wouldn’t call his slaves. Then he pulled Julia—who found it rather difficult to run in these strange high-heeled boots—out of the room and closed the metal door. Luckily there was no one in the control room, so Tom took a look at the monitor and thought about a way to the exit without encountering one of the slaves. Again, they were lucky because most of the slaves had gone to kidnap new human material as the boss had mentioned some hours ago. So Tom and still confused Julia managed to leave the warehouse and get to their car. They had no fear of being seen in these outfits as it was about 4 in the morning. They jumped in and Tom drove to his flat.

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