The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

61 Days in River City

CHAPTER 6

“You do realise I now have a responsibility to these people Mr. Tsi? I really don’t want this responsibility but it’s forced on me and I won’t shirk it. If you think you can test out your theories on these women just because they can’t make decisions for themselves then you’re wrong.”

He smiled. “Please, call me Better.”

She looked a question at him. He smiled and dropped his eyes in embarrassment.

“It’s a nickname. It’s translated from my Chinese nickname. I don’t know how they got hold of that here but they did. I was notorious for betting as a kid. I’ve found most people in America can’t even get close to my real name, which is Chenggong, and the literal translation of my nickname is ‘Better.’ I know that’s ambiguous in English, but…”

He saw her reaction was closed. Any sort of friendliness in this talk wouldn’t happen.

“Okay. I do appreciate your position and I like it. As you say, these people need care. They haven’t had a good time of things so far. Your attorney has my details, qualifications and credentials as well as a summary of the therapy I advocate. He also has details of my talks with the authorities about this as well as my talks with the city’s legal and medical authorities. That’s a fair bit of information and I’m not asking you to make a decision now. All I want from you is a decision to think about it when, and only when, your attorney clears my credentials. It is for the good of your wards.”

She smiled at him wearily. “Thank you for that, at least. I’m sorry but I’m tired and can’t take in much at the moment. Could you simply give me the layman’s description of your method? Something I can remember if Mr. Arksong gives you a clean bill of health?”

“Certainly. Essentially you have thirteen young females who’ve been mind controlled by the company you took over. They weren’t controlled by any sort of temporary method like hypnosis. They were brainwashed. Their neural pathways have been physically altered to suit your predecessor. I know that’s what this case is all about and these assertions haven’t been proved. But I’m assuming your version of events is correct. That’s a safe assumption.

“Now, you have these young women that need to be cured, but nobody knows how to cure them. I’m proposing a last ditch method. Let’s face it, everything else has been tried with not even a hint of improvement, never mind recovery. My method is based on theory and has not been tested on anyone. And, obviously, animal testing wouldn’t be applicable in this case.

“What I propose to do is to take over being their owner, that’s easy to do. A lot of people have already done that. But as their master I will instruct them to do visibly dangerous things. Here, in this case, I’ll order them to learn skydiving because there’s a suitable school close by. The idea is to subject them to the sights, sounds and overall experience of what it means to jump out of an aeroplane with a parachute on their backs. They will do it time after time, learning the art of skydiving more and more. They will be subject to a lot of discussions and demonstrations of what could go wrong, together with extensive views of the drop as they’re flying. The idea is to activate their, well, their lizard brains. If I can get their primal fear working again it’ll be an indication that their brains can be changed. I can work with such a brain and it shouldn’t take too long to get such people to a stage where I can transfer them safely to your hospital authorities. But it’s essential to get those first symptoms and this shock therapy is the only way as far I can see working.”

“You mean you’re going to scare them into some sort of sanity?”

“Well, yes, that’s one way to put it. I can see no other option.”

* * *

Sara followed up the Viking story but was getting nowhere. He was there that one time but then he disappeared. That was two weeks ago. What was he playing at? She was still raking round that neighbourhood in in her own time now.

Her organisation had long since abandoned Viking for more newsworthy stories, stories she had to follow if she wanted a regular salary. But something about this Viking appealed to her, deep down. There was something about what she knew about Viking that pulled at her. She wanted to know more.

She found it when she was at the scene when he returned.

She was, again, wandering around that neighbourhood trying to find people who knew something.

She had to shop as well so she combined these necessities and was at a small store there when the doors were burst open and she heard screams and, almost instantaneously shots were fired then more screams. She dived to the ground and pulled out her phone to record what she could. At the very least this could be the personal story of a violent robbery.

She crawled to the edge of her aisle and carefully pushed her hand, complete with camera, past the edge and looked at what her camera showed, which was a body with its back to her camera. She couldn’t tell if it was alive or dead but it certainly wasn’t moving.

There was a smell. Then she saw him. Viking walked past the end of the aisle. Her hand jerked in recognition and she tried to follow him when he was in her view. His vision must be acute because he stopped and looked directly at her phone sticking out the edge of the aisle. Her heart was already beating fast but that was as nothing when she saw him stride purposefully towards her camera. The smell increased. Panic hit her brain and she scrambled up and started to run.

A large rough hand clamped over her shoulder stopped her in her tracks so abruptly her legs flew out under her and she stumbled but that hand held her shoulder immobile as her body flailed around it. She felt her muscles ripping just before they erupted in agony. She was turned and he stared at her face, then down her body. She stared at him in blind panic. The smell was forgotten.

Despite her panic she was a reporter and tried to focus on what was happening to her, but it was difficult. Most of her brain was centred around the pain in her shoulder but she was able to reconstruct what happened to her later. She wasn’t the best witness, but she was all she had.

She saw an incredibly muscular man staring down at her. At least six six, probably more, with obviously massive muscles under a layer of fat. Staring into his eyes she didn’t see evil, she saw need. But she instantly knew his need would supersede all others’. She felt crushed mentally as well as physically. His will would be done and she had no say in the matter.

He must have liked what he saw because he walked away with her arm clamped in his meaty paw. She had no option but to go where he went. After a few paces she remembered her phone and tried to film the event at least but it was nowhere and she had no idea where she lost it.

Her sojourn into rational thought was short lived as her brain retreated to its own safe place she never knew existed. Her mind went blank as she was forced to run to keep up with his paces. Fortunately she wasn’t wearing heels, but, even so, she stumbled after a pace or two which caused him bother.

He adjusted the sack he was holding, causing it to clink. she never knew where that came from. He let go of her arm. The blood rushing back in caused fresh agony which was ignored as soon as she felt it as she was grabbed by her hair as he strode away.

This time she totally lost her balance and she was dragged by her hair wherever he went. Her weight proved to be no hindrance to him as she was dragged over broken wood and glass. Deep cuts along her whole left leg were ignored by him and her as he proceeded down the street. An alarm sounded and he ran down an alley, still dragging her. She now had stopped even trying to get to her feet and simply adjusted herself into the position that provided the least pain, whimpering all the while.

Down the alley she heard voices, male voices, angry voices, before she was dropped to the ground.

Violent noises happened around her which she couldn’t process through her pain. Screams of pain, she understood, but didn’t know who made them. She could have made them herself.

Then the noise ceased and she had a blessed respite before being picked up by her hair and thrown face first over a trash bin. Her dress was ripped easily off her back as well as her panties. She panicked when they were revealed to him because they were so old and dirty grey from many washes.

She had told herself many times to throw them away but they were known and comfortable. She wished she had worn her new ones. She wished she had bought new ones for this occasion. Shame at her dirty looking underwear forced its way through her brain and made itself manifest in the blood in her cheeks.

Then he spread her legs. She knew this was coming and never even considered resisting.

Pain happened. His cock was on the same scale he was—fucking huge. He plunged it in with no finesse and no lubrication and she tore somewhere inside. Pain happened on top of the pain she already had. Pain beyond belief. She could now believe what had happened to her so far but this was beyond that. She never understood why she didn’t pass out with the pain but she didn’t. She felt it all and the total experience was burned deeply and permanently into her brain.

Her brain was slow now. So slow. She found it hard to think. There was a voice.

“Sara. Sara. My name is Eva. Can you understand me?”

The voice was low pitched and it tingled her brain. It was nice to have her brain tingled. She waited for it to happen again.

“I know you’re awake, Sara. I know you can hear me.”

There was a smell. No not quite a smell. She liked it whatever it was. She wanted more of it and of the voice. She waited.

“Sara? Will you talk to me?”

She smiled. The voice wanted to talk to her and she relaxed into the pleasure.

“Talk to me, Sara. Now. Please.”

Sara sighed and took a breath. “More,” was the response. She kept her eyes closed.

“Yes, Sara. You can have more. The doctor likes it as well. But he’s under orders to keep on helping you. You know the doctor is helping you, don’t you?”

She gave a sound without opening her mouth before she spoke.

“Helping me?”

“Yes, Sara. The doctor is helping you. You’ll do whatever he tells you, won’t you, Sara?”

She smiled. That voice was so good.

“Yes,” she finally managed.

“Tell me you will obey your doctor, Sara.”

“Yes. I will obey my doctor,” she eventually replied. Her speech was so much clearer now.

“Stay there Sara. Stay there so helpless and dependent and happy. Stay there Sara and tell me what happened to you. Tell me everything you remember, Sara, but don’t worry about it. Don’t worry at all. Nothing is going to hurt you now, Sara. You’re safe in hospital and the doctor is here to take care of you. You know this, don’t you Sara?”

Sara wiggled, just a tiny bit, and smiled, then told her everything as if she was telling a story out of a story book. Bad things happened but they were only in a story. Nothing bad really happened to her.

“The new enhanced human, Viking, is interesting.”

Eva Snow was dictating.

“We have only vague eye witness accounts to go on except the account of Sara Mullaney, a reporter for the Globe here in River City. Ms Mullaney was investigated by me personally and the insights I gleaned contradict somewhat the popular image Viking has now through his actions.

“On the one hand he has helped people suffering injustice. Low levels of injustice certainly, but still, clearly injustice. But he is also motivated by some sort of lust he cannot control. So far, his lusts include alcohol, specifically cheap whiskey and beer, and sex.

“His sexual preferences are heterosexual and he has absolutely no control once the urge is upon him. He is not an evil villain of the type we normally encounter. He seems to be somewhat undeveloped in his social skills.

“He was seen helping an old lady the first time he came to our attention. We have no knowledge of him appearing before this. The interesting thing here is that old lady. She has never been found and the descriptions we have of her are far too vague for identification purposes. This is strange and should be included in any overall attempt to locate and help Viking.

“At around the same time a very similar female enhanced human appeared who has been named ‘Shield Maiden’ by the media. She does not appear to be as uncontrolled as Viking but her social skills are still definitely not as developed as society would want. Both she and Viking use deadly force as a first resort and so far they both have been vindicated every time. Vindicated in the sense that they have targeted the correct miscreant each time.

“Both Viking and Shield Maiden have the ability to disappear from the public’s purview in what appears to be impossible circumstances. In addition, their appearances in public are not prolific and the public seems to be indifferent to them.

“However, I recommend they be located as soon as possible because it is very possible their present conditions are not stable. That is, Viking and, to a lesser extent, Shield Maiden will become more extreme unless they are helped to access their intellects during these times.

“And by these times I mean the times they are Viking and Shield Maiden. It is probable they do not behave like this most of the times, unless, of course, they are detained in some sort of prison or secure hospital wing most of the time. If they are detained it is of the highest probability that they are being detained for nefarious reasons. If this is true, we will have to understand how they get out for such limited periods.

“My summary is a recommendation to locate and arrest both Viking and Shield Maiden as quickly as possible to determine exactly how to deal with them. Please note there is ample evidence to detain both of them legally, so this should not be a problem. The main problem is finding them in the first place. Priority should be given to this aspect.”

Eva Snow finished her summary and sent it off.