Dont Be Afraid
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Beth felt it begin as she was blowing out the candles during her sixth birthday party.
She wasn’t really blowing out any candles, of course, she was in the chair. (Beth tried not to think of it as the Chair.) But the electrodes taped to her temples made her memories more vivid than the antiseptic white room around her, and anyway Beth preferred her memories to her present situation. That was why she fought so hard to keep them.
Right now, she was looking at her sixth birthday. Mom and Dad were there, of course, and so was Grandpa Richard. (Grandma Betty had died before she was born.) Her big brother Michael was sulking about something…no. Not something. Don’t let it get away. He was sulking about…the cake! He’d wanted to lick the frosting off the knife, Mom hadn’t let him, and it was really obvious to Beth now, looking back, that he was just upset about being ignored because it was her special day. And she had a friend, there, too, the girl from next door, Emily. Only five, but–
Then Beth felt it. Just like every other time. Her real body kicked and struggled against the restraints, but they held. Just like every other time. It was always the same. Whenever she went back–whenever the chair took her back to a memory, it wasn’t to show it to her. That was just a side effect. It was trying to burn it out of her head.
She felt the…the program, the effect, the whatever-it-was, like wires burrowing into her brain. She gritted her teeth–real or imaginary, she couldn’t tell–and focused on pushing them back, blocking them out. Not this one, she said inside her head. Maybe out of it, too. She didn’t care what they saw of her, naked and strapped down and writhing. Beth no longer cared about trying to preserve the dignity of her body. She was too concerned about preserving the sanctity of her mind.
The effect got stronger. They must have turned up the juice. Beth didn’t care. She pressed harder with her own mind. This was the last birthday before Grandpa Richard had died, she wasn’t losing it. A tendril of blankness seeped around her defenses, consumed the name of the girl next door. Beth didn’t let it distract her. She’d lost a whole month once, back near the beginning, by worrying about what she was forgetting instead of what she could still remember. There would be time enough to assess damages after the session was over.
Beth felt a tiny buzz on her clit as the girl’s features joined her name in oblivion. She was just a vague figure now, indistinct in Beth’s mind, and she felt the pleasure as the chair stimulated her body. Every time she forgot, every time she let it take another little piece of her mind away, the chair rewarded her with pleasure. Sometimes, she gave in and let it win just to feel the stimulation turn to masturbation and the masturbation turn to orgasm, but not this time, not this memory. The effect pressed at her for what seemed like an eternity, but Beth fought back just as hard.
Finally, it receded. For a moment, Beth became aware of herself in the chair, soaked in sweat, muscles aching. Then she was somewhere else again. Seventeen, on a vacation to Cape Cod. She recognized the boy she was with, Seth…she shrugged in the depths of her own mind. She could afford to lose Seth. She only had so much energy, and the chair always had more. Every day, it eroded a little more of her. All she could do was hold onto the important things.
She still fought some, though. She couldn’t help herself. She kept the tendrils away from the scent of the sea air, the sight of a lighthouse in the fog. Not the most important details, but it was the principle. She never wanted them to think she’d given up. She remembered (really remembered, not like the demanding mental theater of the chair) their first day in the cells, remembered forcing the guards to drag her down the hall, fighting them every step of the way, almost slipping free of their black latex-gloved hands, spitting defiance even as they strapped her into the chair. ‘I won’t ever stop fighting!’ she’d shouted. ‘Not ever!’
The guard had looked at her. The blank, empty expression in her eyes had stilled Beth’s tongue. ‘everybody fights,’ she’d said. ‘everybody loses.’ Beth had understood, then. The guards weren’t her captors. They were captives who had been to the chair one too many times.
Almost as if on cue, she found herself in a blank white space. Proto-memory, memories waiting to be written. This was harder to fight. The tendrils came back, softer now. Like they were whispering in her ear, telling her things she’d forgotten, filling up the space they emptied with newer, more seductive ideas. The touch of a woman is soft and sensual to you. Beth let that one in, it wasn’t anything she didn’t already know. You want to sexually please other women. Pleasing women gives you sexual pleasure.
These ones were particularly hard to fight. Missy would be a very happy girl tonight. Assuming that their captors kept letting them share a cell. It was Beth’s secret fear, every time she was in the chair–not of losing her memories, but that when they took her back, that Missy wouldn’t be there. She didn’t know what she’d do if they took Missy away, or worse, if she was the guard…no. Better not to even think about it. They’d been there a week now, and nobody had split her and Missy up.
You like to do what you are told. It gives you sexual pleasure to follow the commands of Mistress Joy. Beth managed to push that one away, but only barely. She’d already accumulated a few commands conditioning her to love Mistress Joy, to enjoy sexually servicing Mistress Joy, to enjoy being sexually submissive to Mistress Joy, and those made it harder to push aside the other commands. Beth hadn’t ever seen Mistress Joy, but she knew exactly what she looked like from the conditioning. She could picture that dark brown hair, those cold gray eyes just as clearly as if the woman was standing right there.
Assuming there actually still was a Mistress. She’d considered the possibility, over long sleepless nights in the cell, that Mistress Joy had died weeks, months, years ago, and her slaves just kept recruiting and processing more women to serve her, following commands automatically and then imprinting them onto others. But it was more likely that Mistress Joy didn’t bother watching the processing personally. Why risk an incident with a girl who still had free will, when you could be surrounded with devoted slaves?
The scene shifted again, to age twenty-two and her second girlfriend, and Beth dug in and prepared to fight again.
*****
They dumped her back in the cell exhausted, dehydrated, sore and chafed from pulling against the straps and aching all over, but she didn’t care. Missy was still there. Beth picked herself up to her hands and knees and crawled over to the other girl, dragging her into a huddling embrace and kissing her so hard it nearly bruised her lips.
They held the embrace for a long time, just savoring the warmth, the realness of each other’s bodies. Then food and water slid through the slot in the door, and the need to replenish their strength after a session in the chair forced them to separate.
‘So how did you do?’ Missy asked, picking up her bottle of water and taking a long, grateful gulp from it. Damage assessment was always the first priority.
‘Not bad, I think. I can’t remember how I met Caroline anymore, though. I know it was in college, but…’ She could see the look on Missy’s face, and knew that Missy must know, but she didn’t ask. They’d agreed on that, after the second day. Hearing their own missing lives recounted back to them as stories hurt worse than the empty space where the memories had been. She wouldn’t ask, Missy wouldn’t tell her. Her first night with Caroline was gone and it was never coming back. ‘You?’
‘Didn’t lose much. But I love begging for sex now.’ Notch up another piece of conditioning in Missy’s brain. Beth worried about that a lot, now. Missy had always be
en the bottom in their relationship, one with a submissive streak a mile wide. She’d been able to fight off the memory loss almost as well as Beth had, but the implantation, the insidious web of brainwashing that seeped into their minds like poison…Missy had a hard time telling the difference between the voice of the chair and her own desires. They’d use that weakness against her. One of these days, they’d tell her to stop fighting and she would. And just like that, the woman Beth loved would be gone.
Beth leaned over and kissed Missy again, on the neck this time. They’d both be gone someday. They couldn’t hold out forever, and the first day’s sessions had implanted instructions not to try to escape before they really realized how to fight the chair’s control.
The idea of rescue had occurred to Beth, but she didn’t hold out much hope. She’d counted eleven other cells on her trips up and down the hallway, knew that some of them were occupied. She’d been into five of the eight doors off of the big room where they took the prisoners when it was time for sessions, and they’d all contained chairs. She’d noticed at least twenty distinct brainwashed women guarding the prisoners. If they’d been kidnapping girls this long, then it didn’t seem likely that they’d made a mistake now. That might be the pessimist in her talking–it also followed that the more girls they kidnapped, the more likely they were to do something that would lead people back to them–but the odds seemed slim of rescue arriving during the narrow window of their resistance.
But that just made every day more precious. Every day she came back into this room, still Beth instead of a blank-eyed slavegirl, and saw Missy still sitting there, recognition and love still lighting up her eyes…Beth kissed a trail down her collarbone, making her way down to Missy’s breasts. She’d fight for this forever if she had to.
She heard Missy whimper, heard her voice taut with arousal and need as she said, ‘Oh, oh please, please lick my titties, please take them and suck my nipples, I’m so fucking hot for you now, I need your tongue on my horny slutty body, please oh please oh please…’
It turned into babble after that, Missy’s arousal making it difficult to remember what words were, let alone how to string them together into a coherent sentence. That only made Beth hotter. She knew she was following her own conditioning, the brainwashing making her want to service Missy with her tongue and her hands just as surely as it was getting Missy off to hear herself pleading for orgasm, but as long as it was Missy she was pleasuring, Beth didn’t care that she was doing what she was told. Missy could have all the pleasure she wanted.
Missy’s skin tasted salty with dried sweat on Beth’s tongue as she licked her way downward. Beth didn’t need to finger herself as she licked, her conditioning was already making her cunt tingle with hot, surging pleasure, but she did it anyway, and it made everything even better. She paused, just inches away from Missy’s snatch, and waited for a long moment as Missy’s needs, her arousal and her need to beg and her arousal at begging, all built up into a whimpering incoherent chant of ‘pleasefuckme, ohpleasefuckpleasefuckpleasefuckplease…’
Beth ran her tongue along Missy’s labia. Missy’s first orgasm hit before she’d even gone all the way down.
*****
Beth remembered that moment all night. She remembered it when they strapped her into the chair. So there didn’t seem to be anything odd when she continued to remember it after they’d turned the chair on, after the electrodes began to feel warm against her skin just like they always did. It was such a gorgeous memory, something so sweet and beautiful in the middle of so much horror, seeming all the more perfect because it might be the last time they ever fucked. She relived it again, the way Missy had given everything of herself, the way she’d taken it all and given everything she had back…
And then she felt them. The tendrils. ‘No!’ she screamed, she actually heard herself scream it in the real world, and she pushed back harder than she ever had. She would break the goddamned chair if she had to, take its fucking tendrils and shove them all the way back down the wires and into the motherfucking twisted guts of the machine. She never thought she’d fight to remember anything that happened this week, but she was going to remember this. Perfectly. Every detail, every taste and touch and lick and moan.
The tendrils receded. She was back further, the night before they’d been kidnapped, the last perfect night before the nightmare. Missy and her and a bottle of cheap California wine and a baggie full of weed. God, Missy looked so beautiful stoned. The tendrils came at her again, but she pounded them down now. It was easy, she felt full of fire and rage and adrenalin. Nothing was going to take Missy away from her, not ever.
Another memory, their first anniversary, Missy surprising her with breakfast in bed–breakfast in bed served on Missy’s body, strawberries and cream carefully arranged on her breasts and belly. They’d had to wash the sheets afterwards, but…the effect came back, stronger this time. Missy shimmered, her body suddenly coated in black latex as though she’d been dipped in it. Beth felt the buzz of a vibrator against her clit, but she only fought harder. Let it be something else, anything else, and she’d give it away, but not this, never this.
The effect moved on, back further, becoming stronger. Beth heard herself distantly grunting and moaning with effort as she fought. The first time she and Missy had made love, coming back from a concert and holding hands in the car, both knowing what was going to happen and both wanting it. Both of them would be submitting to Mistress Joy that night…NO! The tendrils pushed harder now, and Beth understood why.
They hadn’t just been erasing her, they’d been mapping her. They’d probed on low power, found what she would give up, and what she would fight for. And now, after a week, they’d found what they were looking for. Her most important memories, the ones that gave her strength and the will to fight. And when they took these away, the rest would just crumble and melt on their own. She’d become like those other girls, a slave to Mistress Joy, just like she always had been…Beth could feel her memories shift and alter, the erasing and rewriting now almost simultaneous as the power increased, the sensations of pleasure more intense as she gave in. She struggled to find something to cling to in the maelstrom, one memory that she could keep for herself.
Their first day together, a rainy, drizzly mess of a day. She’d been wearing a…black latex slavesuit, just like always…and she had forgotten her umbrella, so she’d ducked into an…an…office building! She’d ducked into an office building, dripping all over the foyer, and the secretary had looked at her with this sympathetic look in her bright blue eyes, and B…b…Slave had known. Her gaydar had just gone off, and she’d known that the blonde girl in the red dress who looked so sharp and professional and Barbie-doll straight was really a dyke just like her. And that was awesome. Because she loved women’s bodies, loved to service women like the slutslave she was, wanted to make them gasp and moan in pleasure as she obeyed commands. She’d asked the girl her name, and she’d said…she’d said…
‘Misty’? No, that wasn’t it. She couldn’t lose this one, it was too important, come on…
‘Mitzi’? No, no, no…Slave felt the memory trickling away like water between her fingers, she heard her own voice begging the people running the Chair, telling them they could have everything else, they could have her will and her heart and her soul if they just let her keep this one perfect day, this one perfect memory, this one moment, this name…
‘Miss…’
‘M…’ It started with ‘M’, it definitely started with ‘M’, please!
‘M…Miss…Mistress’! Of course! How could she
have forgotten? ‘Mistress Joy.’ Slave remembered those beautiful gray eyes staring appraisingly at her, finally deciding that she was worthy to join the harem. It was the best day of her life.
Slave remembered other things too, another life, but it didn’t seem anything like as real as the life she had with Mistress Joy. She felt a surge of pleasure in her slavecunt as the Chair began to wash it all away and leave her a good, obedient, blank slavegirl.
*****
Missy hadn’t slept at all that night. When they hadn’t brought Beth back into the cell, she’d felt something give inside her heart. As much as she tried to tell herself that they’d just been split up, that this was just one more trick to try to wear down their resistance, she felt no surprise at all when Beth showed up the next morning in a black latex slavesuit to take her to the chair. Just a dull ache where hope had once been.
Missy didn’t fight as Beth strapped her into the chair. She didn’t fight as the tendrils wiped away her memories. She understood that they attacked where people were strongest, not where they were weakest. And Missy’s strength, her hope and her love and her joy, was standing in front of her without a glimmer of recognition in her eyes.
Forgetting that would be a blessing.
THE END
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I had just got my drivers license and was very excited. I went out with my friends to celebrate. But I some how screwed up my braces. I called mom who got me an emergency appointment at the orthodontist. It was late on Friday and I drove mom's car over quickly as they were staying late for me. Plus it was snowing and supposed to get very bad as the evening went on. When I arrived every one was gone except the doctor and his assistant. The orthodontist quickly fixed the painful problem and left...
Dontrust : The Review Finally home from work, another day another $1.25. Tossing the Covid-19 mask onto the desk and getting rid of his jacket, a chance to relax. The last of the days sunlight filtering through the curtains, and once again home alone, to peace and quiet. At least he had been able to skip the need for quarantine, and his job was still safe, for now. However he had been unable to have a social life in months, no pub hopping, no dating, had not even been able to meet...
Hi!!! This is Raj here currently in Mumbai but basically from Kolkata. I’ve been a regular visitor to this site but I agree with all those guys who say that most of the stories are fantasies rather than the truth. Anyways, I thought I’ll share my first time as they say that you can never forget your first time. It all began when I was 4 or maybe 5 years old. The girl Ishtu was one year older than me and boy was she aggressive!! She was my dad’s friend’s daughter and the closest thing to a...
She wanted to forget. Forget about the exam she just failed. Forget about her loser boyfriend who was blowing her hard-earned money on strippers and booze, because he didn’t have a job. Forget about the people that worked under her at her retail job not listening, having to tell them repeatedly how to do even the most facile tasks. She didn’t want to have any power for a day, an hour, a minute. She wanted a release.She went out and found one.She didn’t remember his name, because she didn’t...
My wild child loved the snow. Duke was a one-year-old now and still acted like a puppy. He figured out there was ice on the drive and would run full-out, with snow flying all around him, and then slide. I admit it looked like fun, so I had to try it. Precious hated the white, wet, cold stuff. She had taken one look at Duke and me playing, and turned around and went back home. Of course, Duke spotted her and had to roll her. The yowl had us both running for the back door. We crashed into...
I looked at the state of the kitchen table and sighed. The aftermath of a children’s tea party is never a pretty sight, and this bunch of eight-year olds seem to have thrown as much jelly and ice-cream around as they’d eaten. But they’d had a good time, and now Alan’s parents had taken all ten of them to the cinema to see a film, which may or may not calm them down a bit. Alan and I had stayed behind to clear up – bad as the mess looked, I think we’d got the better side of the deal.
The last semester had started off so bad, but by the end I had decided to stay where I was. With Rory and Gemma, I now had other students to talk to, it wasn’t often, but it was enough for me to get by. During the break I had plans. I had disregarded my Dad’s advice about not researching baseball, I did my normal video research, on all aspects of the game. As well as learning about the game, I discovered a few things about the game. Pitchers got a lot of recognition but didn’t play as...
Hi guys this continuation of d story to enjoy full experience please read the previous parts Introduction Hi, guys and girls. My name is Shahid. I basically from Bangalore recently completed my graduation in health and wellness with specialized in massages which is a science and art. I have learned the art to relax any girl/women and to give her ultimate pleasure. Any girl/women who want to get satisfaction along with massage can contact me. I also have special massages for brides and...
Introduction: no one should endure this.. especially from the one they love A Proposal I Cannot Forget This is my first story on here, so be kind, please comment, will take criticism. This is a true story.. wish I could forget about it but maybe I was ment to share this. The names have been changed for confidentiality. A little backround. Hi my name is Marissa. I am 23 now. I just turned 18 when at the time and was seeing this guy named Derik for about a year when this happened. Derik was...
I will tell you about the time when my girlfriend when completely ballistic on me one day, and I ended up getting the beating of my life. I have to admit that I did deserve the hiding she gave me, but I never thought it was going to come in such form. I know that I am a difficult person to live with and understand, and I have the type of personality that is always pushing boundaries. I don't have a lot of patience, and I hate repeating myself to idiots. I'm very honest in that if I've got...
EroticRoundaboutInhaling deeply and sharply, I could feel you behind me before you even touched me, like you were giving off some sort of electrical charge. I held that breath in anticipation of your touch, my whole body tingling, blood rushing straight to my nipples and pussy. As I turn to look at you, you gently but firmly put one hand to the back of my head to hold it straight, and one to the small of my back. Slowly you run your fingers down my long, wavy hair till you reach my waist. A shiver of...
Quickie Sex“What’s this about, were still kids?” I say to mom as I grab some cereal from the cupboard. There is a strong hesitance and Dad says, “We were offered a two week cruise to the Bahamas.” I say, “Okay so what’s the problem? I mean myself and Taylor are teenagers. We can handle two weeks alone. Besides I am going to be an adult soon anyway.” Mom has a look of uneasiness. Dad says to Mom, “Honey you need to let them grow up. You can’t baby them your whole life. Besides our anniversary is in a few...
“What’s this about, were still kids?” I say to mom as I grab some cereal from the cupboard. There is a strong hesitance and Dad says, “We were offered a two week cruise to the Bahamas.” I say, “Okay so what’s the problem? I mean myself and Taylor are teenagers. We can handle two weeks alone. Besides I am going to be an adult soon anyway.” Mom has a look of uneasiness. Dad says to Mom, “Honey you need to let them grow up. You can’t baby them your whole life. Besides our anniversary is in a few...
They were seventeen. While Kyle had darker blonde hair and blue eyes, his sister had bright blonde hair and blue eyes. They were both slim and fit. Katie had matured well for a girl her age. She had medium sized breasts and a round, toned buttocks. She was a tan beauty that all of the guys at school drooled over. None of them would ever have the bond that he had with her, though. It all started on the morning after their seventeenth birthday. Kyle yawned as he woke up, stretching comfortably....
My name is Elliot I had gone away with my family this was to be my last holiday with my family being 18 and going to university of central Lancashire, so it was a big one my mum had never been one for flying so we hadn't had a proper holiday for years we had been camping but it wasn't for us and we left on the 3rd day. We had saved for years, we sailed from Southampton the ship was docked in Europe's top cities Lisbon, Majorca, Genoa, Naples, Sicily and finally the place where it all...
I went to the tallest building I had ever seen before in my life. It was my library, and it was about six stories tall. The elevator was out of order so I had to climb all of these fucking stairs and shit. When I finally got to the ledge I pulled my pants off and began to scream to the people down below that I was going to jump. They were so small like tiny ants. After a little while, I think maybe about 9 hours, a rescue truck showed up. Two men got out and I could see them pointng and...
I will never forget the day Carrie enter my secret world. It was the summer I was 17, I had been dressing my sisters clothes since I was about 8yo. In more recent years I had started buying a few of my own clothes and lingerie nylons and make-up. It was a Saturday and I was home alone and decided it would be a good day to dress and be girlie, excited about my day I waxed my legs and bikini line painted my nails a soft pink and took a relaxing bath with lavender bath beads, feeling very sexy I...
Introduction: A story about a brother and sister who discover a new love they have. Today finally June 21st the day all of us wait for, summer. It was a normal day just like any other summer day, wake up, shower, and eat breakfast, then swim maybe, but whatever the case, I had free time. I woke up surprisingly early for summer, about 7:00 AM. I usually wake up much later, about ten oclock was my normal wake time. But today I guess I just wanted to wake up early. Sometimes you just want to. I...
A few months ago my neighbors Daughter, Carly, came to see her Mom. Apparently there was a history of problems. I did my best to stay clear other than general politeness. I was also warned by her sister, who I'd been fucking when she came for visits. One afternoon Carly was sitting in the sun doing crafts wearing a tiny bikini top and Daisy Dukes. The top was one of those tiny triangles that barly cover the nipples. Her breasts were 36DD and I could tell she had small quarter sized areolas but...
I was pretty excited when I woke up this morning. I quickly discovered that my wife had bound my four limbs to the bed as I slept, and when she noticed me starting to stir, she treated me to a beautiful smile. "Morning darling. Happy Birthday!" "Thanks baby. I think we both know what I want for my birthday present this year." I glanced down at the cage locked onto my cock, then the key hanging around her neck. She smiled at me again. "You're going to absolutely love your present, I know you...
I just have to share my most reacent mind blowing experience. My husband and I were throwing a small party a little drinking a little smoking everyone was feeling great. I was feeling horney and made sure my husband knew I had plans for him later on in the night. Finally about 3 AM we decided to call it a night. We smelled like smoke from the bon fire and both hopped into the shower. We stood there for a minute letting the warm water wash over us. I turned to face my husband and we kissed...
Hello to all Indian Sex Stories Reader. I am very grateful to all of those who have read my previous stories and send their comments to me. I write true stories that have been happened to me. I am now writing another true incident, though I wished to not disclose u, but reading true stories of many guys in this site, I thought, why not I also make it open. As I said previously, My Sweet Sister in Law-Preeti, was the one who explored my sex-longing ness, and made me her pet whore. But this is a...
IncestHi ISS readers this is lovecandy writing my forth story if u want to enjoy this story u will have to read my other three stories written by me. Ramya was my bio teacher when I was in class 10th ( to know about her how I started having sex with her read my other story) so friends it so happens that there are moments in once life that v can’t forget throughout our life so today I am narrating one such incidence as my story tells u me and Ramya were having sex whenever I went for my extra classes...
I will never forget the day Carrie enter my secret world. It was the summer I was 17, I had been dressing my sisters clothes since I was about 8yo. In more recent years I had started buying a few of my own clothes and lingerie nylons and make-up. It was a Saturday and I was home alone and decided it would be a good day to dress and be girlie, excited about my day I waxed my legs and bikini line painted my nails a soft pink and took a relaxing bath with lavender bath beads, feeling very sexy I...
CrossdressingDear readers, i am an incest lover. I used to read all incest stories and dream for that. In my life also that happened and my dream has fulfilled very recently. I want to share that unforgetable event to some one, so i am writing to you.now i am 35 years, married and having a kid. I have elder sister, 39 years, married and having two kids. In childhood we used to take bath in open bath room. That time i have seen her nude many times. I like touch her vigna, but not have courage to do that. We...
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