Friday, March 29, 2013

Remote Control - Chapter One

Warning: The following story describes events that are possibly illegal, probably immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.

You look uncomfortable, Luke observed as Cynthia took a seat in his office. Did the surgery go okay?

It went fine, she answered. At least I assume it did – I mean, I was unconscious for the entire thing, I remember counting backwards from one hundred and then the next thing I knew I was in the recovery room. My neck is just a little sore, is all.

Yes, unfortunately that’s to be expected, Luke replied. Your body still views the implant as a foreign object and your immune system is trying to destroy it. In a day or two it will realize that tossing wave after wave of antibodies at silicon, copper, and tungsten is a hopeless endeavor and it will accept the chip as a part of itself. At that point the physical pain should go away, though it wasn’t the physical pain I was talking about. You’re not having second thoughts about participating in my research, are you Cynthia?

I’m not, she lied. She absolutely was, but it seemed silly to bring up her concerns after the surgery was complete.

You haven’t changed a bit since I was a graduate student playing teacher’s assistant and you were a struggling freshman in my class, he sighed. You were a terrible liar then, and you’re a terrible liar now. You’re clearly uncomfortable with something, Cynthia, and that’s okay – but I don’t want it to contaminate my data. Tell me what’s going on; I promise I won’t be angry.

She wanted to tell him the truth, but she knew that she couldn’t. The truth was that she was having severe second thoughts about her participation in Luke’s research, and most of them were about Luke himself. It wasn’t that she disliked him – brilliant, physically attractive in an admittedly unconventional way, and bizarrely charismatic, she actually very much looked up to him. It was that he scared the hell out of her. Luke was as ethically flexible as he was intelligent, and the fact that she was now officially his human guinea pig was unnerving to say the least.

It’s just kind of freaky, you know? she answered, hoping to satisfy him with a half-truth. Thinking that there’s now an actual microchip implanted in my brain and controlling my thoughts.

It’s a bit amazing, isn’t it? Luke smiled. For what it’s worth, the microchip can’t control thoughts – the human mind is a complicated thing, and we simply don’t have the technology to do that just yet. What it can control, however, is chemistry – and through chemistry, mood. Once activated, the chip will monitor your biochemistry and use electrical impulses to encourage your own body to keep everything in its ideal range. This isn’t actually that revolutionary an idea – as a civilization, we’ve been using psychological medication to correct chemical imbalances for years. My chip simply does it more efficiently, in real time, and using the body’s own neurochemistry – thus preventing the multitude of harmful side-effects that often come with traditional medication.

I guess, she replied lamely. Everything he had just said had been explained to her before, but she was still uncomfortable about the idea that her mood would be influenced not by herself but by a microchip implanted in her head – and even more uncomfortable about the fact that Luke was the one controlling that microchip.

You still seem unhappy, he sighed. Look, think about the good you’re doing for humanity – if this implant is successful, harmful chemical imbalances will become a thing of the past and mental health will take a giant leap forward. If that doesn’t make you feel any better, consider the benefit the chip will have towards you – you might not be on meds, but improving your biochemistry should still be tremendously helpful. If even that doesn’t make you feel better, think about what I’m paying you – you’ll earn more for your brief participation in my study than many people make in five years.

She felt a little shallow about it, but thinking about the money did actually cheer her up quite a bit. Reminding herself that once Luke’s study was over her student loans would be paid off and she’d still have enough left over to purchase a car, she forced a lame smile. She was still nervous about what was happening, but knowing how much she would be paid did make her feel a bit better about it.

That’s more like it, he commented as he pulled a small remote control out of his pocket. So, now seems like as good a time as any to get started. I’m going to activate the chip. It will boot with the default settings, which should produce a noticeable improvement in your mood. On the unlikely chance that the changes you experience are undesirable, just say the word and I’ll shut it down. Relax, kid – this probably won’t hurt at all.

Before Cynthia had an opportunity to react, Luke pressed a button on the remote and activated the chip. The effect wasn’t instant, but it was extremely noticeable. After a few seconds Cynthia felt tremendous – it was like she had been asleep her entire life and was only then truly waking up. Her mind was focused, her senses sharp, and she felt like she could take on the entire world. Brimming with energy, she forgot entirely about her reservations about participating in Luke’s study – she simply felt too good to distract herself with anything.

Based on that contented look on your face, I’m guessing you don’t want me to shut it down, Luke observed. Tell me, Cynthia – how do you feel?

Amazing, she responded honestly. Really, Luke, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so incredible in my life. I’m glad that you talked me into this – this feeling is indescribable.

I’m glad, he grinned. But we’re not quite done yet. As I said, the chip is currently using the default parameters, which should be pretty close to ideal – there’s really not a ton of variance amongst humans, but there is some. The next step is to fine-tune it. I’m going to make some minor adjustments, and I want you to tell me what you feel. Fair warning, some of them will likely be unpleasant – but remember, they’re only temporary. This will allow me to better understand what certain stimuli do to your brain as an individual.

Luke pressed another button on the remote, but didn’t say exactly what it would do. After a few seconds Cynthia found herself extremely irritated with him for not explaining what he was doing more thoroughly. She hated his aloof nature and the way that he seemed to hold himself so far above his fellow human, and she didn’t see why she should tolerate such arrogance. Her blood boiling, she had to force herself to remain seated – she desperately wanted to jump up and punch him in the face as hard as she could.

How do you feel now, Cynthia? he asked innocently.

Like tearing your fucking throat out, you arrogant pile of shit, she growled, readying herself to pounce.

I think we’ve found anger, he laughed. Let’s shut that down and keep moving.

Before Cynthia could leap to her feet and attack him, Luke pressed another two buttons on the remote. Her rage dissipated quickly, but it was replaced with something else: shame. She couldn’t believe that she had just threatened to physically assault Luke – it was so out of character and so inappropriate. Her face going bright red, she covered it with her hands in embarrassment.

And now? he prodded.

I’m so sorry, Luke, she whimpered, wishing that she could vanish. I can’t believe that I said that – I honestly don’t know what came over me.

Just as I suspected, that would be shame, he smiled, pressing another two buttons on the remote. You have nothing to apologize for, Cynthia – that was the chip, not you. Fortunately, the shame you’re experiencing is also the chip, and it will fade in a second or two.

The shame had actually faded before he had even finished explaining, but it was replaced by sheer terror. Realizing that Luke could completely control how she felt in such a massive way was horrifying to Cynthia – she wanted to run away, hide, and find a way to get the chip out of her brain. She would have done it, too, if it wasn’t for the fact that she found herself completely paralyzed with fear. Telling herself that it was probably just the chip again, she looked up at Luke with her lips quivering in terror, hoping that he’d get the message and reverse whatever he had just done.

I don’t even have to ask to recognize terror, he commented, pressing another two buttons on the remote. Relax, kid – it’ll be over in a second or two. So, I’m three for three on negative emotions, let’s mix this up a bit and try something positive.

The terror fading away, Cynthia began to feel good again. In fact, she found herself feeling so good that she couldn’t help but giggle. The idea that she had been so afraid of something that had been so temporary suddenly struck her as ludicrous, but more importantly she just wanted to laugh. Seeing no reason to hold it in, she burst out with laughter.

And that would be elation, Luke grinned. I’m afraid I am going to have to rein that in just a bit – I do like to see you happy, but I need you to be able to focus at least a little. Don’t worry, though – I’m not going to take it all away, just adjust it so that you’re capable of interaction.

As Luke fiddled with the remote Cynthia felt her mood coming back down a little. She still felt phenomenal, but she no longer felt the need to laugh. Calming down a bit, she watched as Luke pressed a few more buttons on the remote and nervously wondered what they might do.

After a few seconds, Cynthia began to feel extremely good, though in a very different way. She felt herself deeply sexually aroused, which made her uncomfortable. Although there had always been some sexual tension between her and Luke when they had been in college, she had never discussed sex at all with him and really didn’t want to change that. Looking up at Luke, she shot him a shy look in the hopes that he’d reverse whatever he had just done without her having to admit to what she was feeling.

How are you feeling now, Cynthia? Luke asked.

I’d prefer not to say, she squeaked, hoping that he’d be able to figure it out on his own. Can you undo what you just did?

Eventually, he smiled, but I’m going to want my data first. Tell me what you’re feeling, Cynthia – I’m not a mind-reader, you know, and this study depends on you being open and honest.

The knowing grin on his face made two things clear to Cynthia: he knew exactly what she was experiencing, and he wasn’t going to move on until she told him. She hated the idea of having to tell him how turned on she was, but she knew she didn’t have a choice. Reminding herself of the massive payday that awaited her once the week was over, she swallowed her pride and answered him truthfully.

I’m feeling aroused, she choked out, her face growing bright red with shame again. Can you turn that off, now?

I could, he shrugged, but I’m curious as to how far it can go. The particular signal the chip is currently sending is at an intensity of three out of sixteen. Let’s jack up the intensity just a bit and see what happens.

Cynthia begged Luke with her eyes to reconsider – she could already feel her panties growing embarrassingly damp and she didn’t want to see how much further it could go. Unfortunately, if Luke noticed he didn’t seem to care. Picking up the remote, he pressed a few more buttons as Cynthia struggled to keep cool.

It took a few seconds for Cynthia to feel the effects, but what she felt was massive. Despite the tremendous legitimate shame and fear that she felt over what was happening, she could no longer seem to think about anything other than sex. She found herself struggling to keep her hands outside of her clothing, and she was quickly losing that particular battle. She knew that if Luke hadn’t been staring directly at her with that knowing grin on her face she’d have a hand down her pants by then, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to restrain herself.

Please turn it off, she moaned, disgusted with the lust in her voice though hardly surprised by its presence. Please, Luke – I need you to turn it off this very instant.

Why the urgency? Luke shot back. You sound like you’re enjoying this – what’s the horrible thing that will happen if I leave it on?

I’m going to masturbate, she whimpered. She hated herself for saying it, but she figured that he already knew and probably wouldn’t turn the thing off until she said it.

Interesting, he grinned. I’m assuming that your sense of shame is the only thing that’s holding you back, and that you’re trying to tell me you don’t think it’s quite strong enough to do the job for much longer. Fortunately, I can think of any easy way to remedy your current problem.

Luke pressed a few more buttons on the remote. Cynthia prayed that he might be scaling back the arousal that she was feeling before she did something truly humiliating in his office, but she suspected that wasn’t the case. The look on Luke’s face was downright sadistic, and she didn’t think that would correspond to offering her mercy.

After a few seconds she found out exactly what he had just done. Her arousal stayed the same – she still felt a burning need to thrust her hand down her pants and take care of her needs. Unfortunately, her level of shame shot up to nearly the point it had been earlier. Cynthia had never felt so conflicted in her life – a part of her desperately wanted to tear off her clothes and fuck herself silly, another part of her wanted to hide away from the world and be alone with her terrible shame. She felt as though the two opposing desires were tearing her apart.

The chip works, Luke stated plainly. I knew it worked long before I even contacted you about trying it out – I know what I’m doing. Really the only reason I’m testing it on humans at all is because the FDA requires it. The way I see it, if I have to go through the tedious experience of running these tests, I might as well have some fun with them. The FDA will get their data, and I get to learn more about the human mind. For example, right now I’m curious as to whether lust or shame is more powerful a motivator. Both are currently set to seven, so they should be about equal to you. If you masturbate while I’m watching, we’ll know that lust is more powerful, if not we’ll know that it’s shame.

Cynthia was absolutely horrified at what he was saying, but she was completely powerless to do anything about it. She wanted to run, but she suspected that if she so much as stood up the friction between her thighs might actually trigger an orgasm. As humiliating as that might have been normally, at the moment she worried that the shame of cumming while Luke watched might actually literally kill her. Powerless and completely at Luke’s mercy, she began to softly cry in frustration.

Please, Luke, she whimpered, I can’t handle this! I really feel like this is killing me, please show some mercy?

Ah, I suppose we do have a history, Luke chuckled. I still want an answer to the question regarding lust and shame, but I can put it off for the time being. Since we go back, I’ll cut you a little slack.

Luke picked up the remote and pressed another few buttons. Cynthia wanted to believe that he had taken pity on her and shut off the whole thing, but he was still wearing the same sadistic look that he had been earlier. After a few seconds her fears were confirmed when she felt the changes that he had just made with his remote.

Her sense of shame remained the same – she was still utterly mortified by how she was feeling and honestly couldn’t remember a time in her life when she had felt such humiliation. Her sense of arousal, though, grew even more intense. Despite the fact that she had managed so far to keep her hands out of her pants, the minimal stimulation of her clothing rubbing against her body as she breathed was driving her insane. In fact, she realized that an orgasm was rapidly approaching, even though nothing had really happened.

Her sense of lust rapidly overpowering what modesty she felt, she finally gave up and decided to masturbate. She was completely disgusted with herself for her lack of self-control, but it seemed like hiding it was stupid and pointless. Luke clearly knew what was going on, and she didn’t see how cumming in his office would be any more degrading with her hands in plain sight than it would be with them in her panties. As she thrust her hand down the front of her pants she was vaguely aware of Luke playing with the remote again, but at that moment the only thing that she cared about was attaining the sexual satisfaction that she so desperately craved.

Unfortunately, before she was able to make contact with her clit she felt her senses returning to normal. She was still extremely turned on, but her lust wasn’t powerful enough to excuse masturbating in Luke’s office while he watched. Although the shame that she felt no longer seemed to be artificially amplified, it was easily enough to take the wind out of her sails and force her to consider what she was doing.

Deeply embarrassed, she pulled her hand out of her pants and began to openly cry. She couldn’t believe that she had behaved in such a vulgar manner, but that wasn’t the only thing that was bothering her. Her engorged clit throbbed painfully, angrily demanding the satisfaction that she was denying herself. She could feel a literal puddle in the crotch of her panties, and though she wanted desperately to finish herself off she simply couldn’t bring herself to do so without the chip to blame for her actions.

Why are you crying? Luke taunted cruelly. You asked me to turn it off, and that’s precisely what I did. Shouldn’t you be happy about that?

I wanted you to turn it off before, she whimpered. Turning it off when you did was just evil.

Why is that? he laughed. Because I didn’t wait until after you came? I’m not stopping you, Cynthia – if you still want to fuck yourself, go right ahead.

Cynthia was strongly tempted. Even though the chip was no longer artificially inflating her libido, she still felt the tremendous lust echoing through her body. Unfortunately, without her neurochemistry being altered she couldn’t bear to degrade herself in such a lewd manner. Frustrated and afraid, she crossed her legs tightly and continued to cry.

Poor little girl, Luke sighed, picking up on her frustration. I know what you want – you want me to turn it back on so that you can finish what you were about to start, but you can’t bring yourself to ask me. I’ll show some mercy and do what you’re afraid to ask, but I want something in return. When you fuck yourself – and you will be fucking yourself before you leave this office – I want you fully naked for it.

Cynthia was appalled that he would even ask for such a thing. She believed that she had been humiliated far more than enough already, and forcing her to lose her clothing just seemed monstrous. Realizing that as long as the remote was in his hands she’d be powerless to stop him, she decided that she needed to take action. She didn’t like the fact that she might be jeopardizing her payment, but she knew that she needed to do something to stop what was going on before it got any worse.

Springing to her feet, she leapt onto Luke’s desk and made a desperate grab for the remote in his hand. Unfortunately, she was far too slow – Luke simply slid his chair back and held the remote out of her reach. Not willing to give up just yet Cynthia was about to make another attempt when Luke pressed a few more buttons on the remote.

Before Cynthia had time to react she again felt the effects of the chip. Her arousal returned, nearly as strong as it had been the last time – though mercifully without the exaggerated shame she had felt the last time. Though she still would have liked to have gotten the remote out of Luke’s hand, the only thing she could think about at the moment was the orgasm she had been denied earlier. Distracted but not beaten, she attempted to thrust her hand into her pants before Luke could stop her.

Sadly, she was again too slow. Before she had managed to get even a finger inside of her waistline, Luke had grabbed her wrist and forced it away. She tried to wrestle it free, but even with the adrenaline that her frustration had produced surging through her blood she simply wasn’t strong enough to overpower Luke. Looking up at him, she pleaded with her eyes for just a shred of mercy.

I’ll let you fuck yourself, he explained, but not until you’ve done as I asked. Lose the clothes, little girl.

She wanted to argue with him, but the painful throbbing of her clit was a bit distracting. She felt as if she might explode if she didn’t get some satisfaction soon, and it didn’t seem like she’d be able to talk him out of it anyway. Shooting him a quick nod, she let him know that she’d cooperate – even though she hated him more than anything for what he was doing to her.

As Luke released his grip on her wrist, she quickly got to work obeying his instructions. Stripping naked was tremendously humiliating, but her monstrous libido made it difficult for her to care. Though she would have liked to have shown some hesitation in the name of modesty, she couldn’t seem to bring herself to delay the satisfaction that she needed so desperately. Within seconds of his releasing her, she was already completely naked.

Cynthia knew that she should be ashamed by what was going on. She was fully nude and sprawled out on top of Luke’s desk, and the lecherous look on his face as he leaned back to watch her made it clear that what was going on had nothing to do with science. At that moment, though, the only thing that she could think about was how good it would feel when she finally got to do what she had been wanting to. Acting quickly so as to take care of her needs before Luke changed his mind, her hand practically flew between her legs towards her sensitive clit.

She managed to cum the instant that she made contact. Her orgasm was hardly subtle, either – it was more powerful than anything she had ever experienced before in her life. She didn’t just feel it in her genitals, she felt it in her entire body. As waves of pleasure coursed through her being she struggled just to keep her moans as quiet as possible – she worried that if she didn’t hold herself back, not only would everyone in the building know what was happening but she might actually damage her own hearing.

Strangely, though the orgasm was tremendously enjoyable, it did nothing to quench her desires. She was a little nervous about the potential implications of that, but it didn’t seem like too big of a problem. Enjoying the immense physical pleasure that she was experiencing, she continued to aggressively rub her clit as her orgasm rolled on and on. Her moans growing louder, she began to realize that the end of her orgasm was nowhere in sight.

After cumming for five minutes straight she began to worry. Her clit was growing sore, and although she was experiencing true physical bliss she still felt as insatiable as she had been earlier. She began to worry that she was going to hurt herself if things kept up, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep her volume in check, and she knew that she needed to do something. Though she hated herself for trying to end the joy that she was feeling, she forced herself to ask Luke to turn it off.

Please shut it down, she moaned loudly, still in the throes of her orgasm.

In a minute, Luke shrugged. I feel like you’re holding back, and I don’t care for that. I want you to cum loudly, Cynthia, yet it seems like you’re actually trying to restrain yourself.

The idea of not holding herself back was a little intimidating, but she was in no position to argue with Luke. Even if he hadn’t demanded it she didn’t think she’d be able to restrain herself much longer anyway. Telling herself that she was only doing it because Luke had ordered her to, she gave herself permission to give in completely.

No longer holding herself back, Cynthia’s moans were deafeningly loud. She might have worried about tearing her vocal chords, but at that moment there was nothing that she could think about aside from the tremendous pleasure that she was feeling. Ever muscle in her body spasmed with orgasmic force, and nothing else in the world mattered to her in the slightest.

Luke allowed her to continue for another minute before taking the remote and pressing a few more buttons. Though Cynthia was a little disappointed that she’d no longer be feeling what she was feeling, she realized that it was for the better. It seemed to her that her body wasn’t meant to handle the stress of such a powerful orgasm, and she really wasn’t sure if she’d be able to survive much more of what was happening. After a few seconds she found herself finally coming back down from the most intense orgasm of her entire life.

Unfortunately, with the force of her orgasm no longer distracting her she was forced to face her current situation. She was completely naked and lying on top of Luke’s desk as Luke sat back grinning at her, which was fairly humiliating. She was pretty sure that everyone within a mile had heard her cumming, and wasn’t exactly happy about that. Most troubling, though, was the realization that Luke had been able to force her to do what she had just done. The look on his face implied that he was only getting started, and she really didn’t want to find out what the full extent of his plan was.

You need to take this chip out of me, she whimpered, wrapping her arms around her body to conceal her nudity. You can keep the money, but I need out of this experiment.

No, he replied coldly. I’ve already paid to have it implanted, and I don’t feel like wasting money pulling it back out.

I’m not asking, she growled, trying to sound as intimidating as possible. If you don’t take it out of me, I swear to god I’ll go to the police.

Go ahead, he laughed. A word of advice, though – before you go to them, wrap some tin foil around your head. It will do nothing to block the radio frequencies that this remote uses, of course, but it seems appropriate. I mean, if you’re going to tell the cops that I have a magical remote control that makes you rape yourself you really ought to be wearing a tin foil hat for that, don’t you think?

She knew that he was right. Claiming that there was a chip in her brain controlling her actions sounded ridiculous even to her, and she knew it was the truth. Going to the police would be pointless; no one would believe her story. Additionally, she worried that Luke might resent it a bit more than he was letting on, and pissing off the man who could control exactly what she was feeling with the touch of a button seemed pretty unwise to her. Still, she couldn’t just accept what was happening and let him continue to abuse her.

Please, Luke, she whimpered. I can’t handle this – just show a little humanity for once in your life?

Quit being such a drama queen, he shot back. Think about this for a second – I hold the power to make you feel worse than you ever thought was even possible, but I haven’t done that at all. Instead, I’ve used it to give you what I’m willing to bet was the most powerful orgasm of your entire life, and you’re complaining about it? Toughen up, kid – this experiment doesn’t end until I say it ends. You’ll cooperate whether you want to or not, though for your sake I strongly suggest that you stop fighting me – you wouldn’t want me to get angry with you.

Cynthia racked her brain for ways that she could escape his control, but couldn’t come up with a thing short of gouging a knife into the back of her head and hoping for the best. The sad reality was that she just didn’t have anything to negotiate with – Luke had complete control over her body, and no one would believe her if she tried to get help. She didn’t want to cooperate, but she knew that she didn’t have a choice. Besides, what he had said made some sense – it had been the most powerful orgasm of her life, and even though she was utterly terrified and humiliated she still felt physically good – if a bit exhausted.

Climbing off of Luke’s desk, Cynthia began to dress herself. As she donned her panties she found herself utterly appalled at how drenched they were – if she hadn’t known better she’d have sworn that she wet herself. She considered simply leaving them off, but she felt slutty enough without having to take the train home wearing no underwear and she didn’t feel like leaving Luke with a trophy of his conquest. Putting them on, she did her best to ignore the sensation of wet cotton against her skin.

I’ll cooperate, she choked out as she continued to dress herself. But I’m begging you, Luke – please be gentle? Don’t do what you just did again – I really don’t think that I can handle it.

I’ll consider it, he grinned. Anyway, we’re done for the day. Be back here tomorrow at 7:00 PM, and don’t be late. Not that I don’t trust you, but I’m going to send the chip a simple instruction just to make sure that you don’t run away. I’ll deactivate it when you return. Oh, and wear something nice – we’ll be going to a party.

Cynthia considered asking Luke what he was doing as he pressed a few more buttons on his remote control, but she decided it would be a waste of breath. She didn’t think that he’d tell her, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to know. It seemed like the best thing that she could do at the moment was to leave before Luke changed his mind and decided to abuse her some more. Finished dressing herself, she turned around and left his office before things could get any worse.

Continue reading with chapter two.

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