Selling the Neurocommand
Copyright© 2026 by rustbecci
Chapter 3: First Rehearsal
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: First Rehearsal - A disgruntled female scientist teams up with a slimy sales person and a kinky female sex-enthusiast to scam a former business contact for all he is worth by selling a device called the NeuroCommand. The Neurocommand gives the owner complete control over connected female subjects. It is all fake, but they will have to sell it.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Mind Control NonConsensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction MaleDom Anal Sex Analingus Masturbation Oral Sex AI Generated
Katelyn picked up a transmitter. “These are the controllers—Bluetooth earpieces with a fake activation button. Press it, speak clearly, and the command ‘sends.’”
“We need to get comfortable to find that alignment Dana, so everything feels seamless. You need to make sure you keep the show going, press buttons at the right time. I will take care that all the tech looks realistic.
She gestured to the black case. “Neck pieces are temporary medical tattoos with micro-LEDs. Painless, lasts ten to fourteen days. Looks like a real subdermal implant from any distance.”
She sets it down and gestures to the small black case beside it. “The neck pieces are temporary medical tattoos—high-resolution ink with embedded micro-LEDs. Applied professionally, lasts ten to fourteen weeks, then fades naturally. The micro-led we can shatter with a simple laser operation. Completely painless, no raised skin, but from any normal distance it looks exactly like a real implant.”
She turns to Dana. “Show him.”
Dana pivots gracefully in her chair, reaching up to gather her long brown hair and lift it away from the nape of her neck. Hidden just beneath the hairline at the back—where it would normally be concealed by even a loose ponytail—was the tattoo: a perfect, matte-black disc about the size of a quarter, edged with faint silver circuitry lines that caught the light. Tiny LED nodes pulsed softly in a slow, rhythmic pattern, giving the unmistakable impression of advanced tech embedded beneath the skin.
Harry leans in, eyes narrowing as he studies it from inches away. “Damn. Up close it’s perfect. Those lights sell it every time. No one’s going to spot its ink unless they’re looking for it.”
Dana lets her hair fall back into place, the “implant” vanishing instantly beneath the waves of brown. She flashes a cheeky grin over her shoulder. “Feels like nothing. Just a sticker under the top layer of ink. Washes off in two weeks with the right remover, or we laser it sooner if needed. Jack won’t get within arm’s length without buying it completely.”
Katelyn nods, satisfied. “Placement at the hairline is key. Natural concealment, but visible when we need it to be. He’ll see the glow, assume it’s surgical. That’s all the proof he’ll require.”
Harry straightens, rubbing his hands together. “Beautiful work. Let’s see how it holds up under pressure.”
Katelyn nods. “Good. Now—practice run. Harry, you take the transmitter. Start simple, build slow. Jack will expect escalation, but we control the pace.”
Harry slips the device into his ear, flashing his salesman smile. “Let’s see how obedient our volunteer is.” He presses the fake button dramatically. “Dana—undress completely. Strip naked right now.”
Dana bursts into laughter—genuine, bright, and unfiltered. “Oh, straight to the good stuff, huh?” She hops off the table, fingers already at her zipper, playing along with exaggerated eagerness. “Yes, master”
Katelyn raises her hand sharply. “Stop. Both of you.”
Dana freezes mid-zipper, still grinning. Harry pauses, eyebrow raised.
Katelyn steps forward, voice firm but instructional. “That’s too fast, Harry. No mental struggle—no hesitation, no fight. Jack needs to see her resist inside before the ‘override’ wins. It sells the compulsion. If she laughs and strips like it’s a game, he’ll smell the setup.”
She turns to Dana. “You have to show the conflict. Wide eyes, small protests, hands trembling like you’re trying to stop yourself. Make him believe you hate it but can’t help obeying.”
Dana nods, serious now. “Got it. Internal battle, external surrender.”
Katelyn looks back at Harry. “And you—warm it up. Non-sexual first. Build credibility. Make her do mundane things that still feel invasive. Then escalate. Save the nudity and heavier stuff for when he’s already invested.”
Harry chuckles, resetting with a mock bow. “Yes, ma’am. Slow burn it is.”
He presses the button again. “Dana—stand up, turn around slowly three times, then sit back down with your hands folded in your lap like a perfect lady.”
Dana’s expression shifts instantly—eyes widening in “surprise,” a small “No...” whispered as her body rises against her “will.” She turns slowly, deliberately, dress swishing, then sits primly—back straight, ankles crossed, hands clasped tightly.
Harry nods approvingly. “Better already.”
Next command: “Dana—pour each of us a glass of water from that pitcher. Serve Katelyn first, me second, and don’t pour one for yourself.”
Dana stands again, “fighting” with a visible tremor in her hands as she pours and delivers—skipping her own glass with a “helpless” glance at the empty spot in front of her.
Harry keeps it rolling: “Now recite your full address, phone number, and social security number out loud—clearly.”
Dana’s “resistance” ramps up—hand to mouth, shaking head—but the numbers spill out in a steady, reluctant stream.
“All fake information,” Katelyn, “Dana and I made sure to give her a solid background to protect her identity.”
After the third mundane-but-invasive task, Dana pauses, tilting her head with a cheeky smirk that breaks character just enough for the room.
She looks at Harry, voice playful. “Okay, boss ... can I undress now?”
Harry laughs outright. Katelyn was happy that her team seemed to gel together, but unsure how she would respond.
Harry pressed the transmitter button again, his charming grin sharpening as he eyed Dana still seated primly from the earlier non-sexual tasks. “Dana—stand up and undress. Slowly this time. Show us how the override makes you strip against your will.”
Dana rose fluidly, her expression shifting back to the rehearsed internal conflict—brown eyes widening, hands hesitating at the hem of her emerald-green vintage dress. “Not ... not again so soon...” she murmured, voice trembling convincingly, but her fingers began tugging the fabric upward inch by inch, revealing gartered stockings and the lacy edge of black thong panties clinging to her curvaceous hips.
Harry circled her casually, voice dropping to a teasing drawl as the dress lifted higher. “Hold it—those thongs have to go. Jack’s gonna notice. You need something more ... boring. Plain cotton ones, like Katelyn wears under those slacks. Grandma panties. The kind that scream ‘reluctant victim,’ not ‘eager pin-up.’”
Dana paused mid-lift, dress bunched at her waist, a flicker of real amusement crossing her face before she snapped back to character. “Got it. I’ll have to do some shopping—I don’t own anything that ugly,” she said, emphasizing the ‘I’ part and shooting Katelyn a playful sideways glance. Katelyn’s lips twitched in spite of herself, but she kept silent.
Dana shimmied the dress off fully, letting it drop, then hooked her thumbs into the black lace thong and slid it down her thighs, stepping out to expose her smooth, cleanly shaven pubic area. She stood there in just her bra, stockings, and garters—naked from the waist down—hands at her sides, waiting for the next note.
Harry tilted his head, appraising like a director. “Dana ... that is not yourreal name?”
Dana blinked, the question clearly landing outside the role-play. She hesitated, then let the act drop for a moment, street-smart wit flashing through. “Real question?”
Harry nodded. “Real question. Not a command.”
She shrugged, unembarrassed. “Nah. Dana’s my kink persona. Got the whole setup—Facebook page, burner phone with fake numbers, the works. Keeps my day job and vanilla life completely separate. Real name’s Emily. Clients book ‘Dana’ for sessions; no bleed-over. I already had that when Katelyn contacted me. She just gave me a fake place to live and some other things that might be useful to have like a drivers license.”
Harry looked at the half naked woman in front of him and nodded approvingly...
“One more tweak for realism. Grow out that pubic hair, yeah? Too clean-shaven—looks planned. Jack’ll spot a pro a mile away. Needs to be natural. Messy, unkempt ... again, like Katelyn rocks under there.”
Katelyn stiffened in her chair, blue eyes narrowing to slits, lips pressing into a thin line. The jabs at her were not what she was expecting. But deep down she had to admit it to herself: He’s right. Plain cotton bikinis, functional. Just some slight trimming. Damn it.
Dana laughed lightly, stepping fully out of the thong now, bra the last barrier. “Noted, Master. Bush it is for demo day.”
Harry clapped once. “Perfect. Now—lose the bra and let’s run the escalation.”
He set the glass down and met Katelyn’s eyes, voice dropping to a practical murmur.
“Look, for the final push with Jack, we need to give him something visceral. It’s probably a good idea to have Dana give him a blowjob during the demo—let him feel that ‘unrestricted’ power up close. But we establish her as very inexperienced first. Frame her like the perfect innocent: long-term boyfriend since high school, her sweetheart. Only vanilla sex—missionary, lights off, that kind of thing. Nothing adventurous.”
“That’s what I mean with escalation,” Harry said, “And a blowjob may just be the start of it.”
Dana nodded in agreement.
Harry leaned forward, gesturing loosely. “And also layer in the backstory: explain that your boss—meaning you, Katelyn—makes her work insane hours. Boyfriend got fed up and left her months ago. She hasn’t had sex in a while—desperate, pent-up, but still shy. Makes the ‘override’ feel like it’s corrupting purity.”
Katelyn listened, her blue eyes narrowing slightly. She could feel the familiar irritation rising—Harry’s casual sleaze, turning everything into a conquest. Internally, she bristled: Three men? I’ve slept with three—college boyfriend, my ex-husband, and one rebound. Not some prude. But she bit it back, realizing arguing would only encourage him, give him an opening to probe or flirt. No. I need him to close this. I don’t have to like him—I just have to use him.
She nodded coolly instead, voice even. “Fine. I can feed Dana details from my own life to make it authentic. The overwork angle fits—I’ve buried myself in the lab since the divorce. It’ll ring true.”
Harry’s grin flashed, brief but knowing. “Perfect. She’ll sell the inexperience like a pro.”. He stood up and stopped in front of Dana, voice dropping to a low, commanding tone—testing the waters.
“Dana—come here and suck my cock. On your knees, right now. Show me how the override handles something this intimate.”
Dana’s eyes flash with a mix of acted surprise and real amusement. She takes one step forward, sinking smoothly to her knees with a playful glint—her kink background clearly enjoying the edge play, even in rehearsal.
Katelyn stands abruptly, voice sharp. “Stop. She doesn’t have to do that.”
Harry turns, transmitter still in hand, eyebrow raised. “She does, actually. If Jack commands it—and he will—she needs to sell it flawlessly. No hesitation, no giggle. I’m not worried about Dana’s performance; she’s a pro. I’m testing how you handle it, Katelyn. When Jack makes her do this to him, you’ll be standing there watching. Frozen by your ‘safeguards.’ You need to stay in character too—the genius, not angry boss. And it is unlikely this scenario hasn’t happened before.”
Dana, still kneeling naked, looks up with a wicked half-smile. “He’s right, boss. It’s my pleasure. I’ve done worse for less noble causes. Let me run it. Helps me calibrate the ‘reluctant but compelled’ face for the real thing.”
Katelyn’s jaw tightens—she hates the casual vulgarity, hates Harry weaponizing Dana’s comfort to push boundaries. Internally: He’s not wrong. Jack will go there. I have to watch it happen and not break. She exhales slowly, forcing calm.
He turns back to Dana. “Resume position. Slow approach, internal struggle—then full commitment.”
Dana resets—eyes widening in “horror,” a small “No ... I can’t...” whispered as her body crawled forward on knees, breasts swaying, toward Harry’s unzipped fly.
Dana kneeled naked before Harry, her curvaceous body arched subserviently, hands on his thighs as her mouth worked him slowly under the command.