Chapter 1

Natalie wakes up strapped into a wooden chair, with a metal clamp around her neck, completely nude, and with a white plastic ball shoved between her legs.

She can’t move her feet or her hands. She can only turn her neck a little.

Her legs are bent at the knee, since she is sitting, and she can feel something metal around her ankles that is holding them in place.

Her arms are tied to padded leather posts that stick out at a 90-degree angle to the chair and are wrapped with thick black leather straps.

When she tries to move her hips, she finds that she can move them forward and backward in the seat. When she does so, the little white ball rubs up against her in a way she doesn’t like.

She lays her head back. The head rest behind her is thick and well-padded. It wraps around her head so that she can only see in front of her. The light above her head looks like a spotlight that is focused directly on her. She can’t see anything outside of about a six-foot half-circle in front of her face.

Then the confusion drops away and the fear hits her. She is naked. Trapped. And all alone.

“Help!”

The sound of her scream echoes in the room.

“Help me! Someone help me please!”

She screams that way for a few minutes before giving up. Either no one can hear me, Natalie thinks, or no one can help.

Behind her she hears the sound of a door opening and then closing.

The room brightens and she can see ahead of her in a sixty-degree arc not confined by the headrests.

There are no windows or doors that she can see. The only features the room appears to have are three large TVs, mounted seven feet high on the wall, about ten feet in front of her.

Natalie is about to start screaming again when she feels the tingling presence in her head. This time, instead of panicking her, she feels a calming effect.

The last thing the Natalie wants to feel is calm, but she can feel herself relax anyway.

She hears footsteps and the man from Wings-A-Plenty walks into view on her right side.

He no longer wearing his expensive suit and jacket. They have been replaced with what looks like a doctor’s coat and a set of scrubs. His beard is also gone.

He is smiling at her.

“Hello Natalie. How are we feeling?”

She keeps her mouth shut, but she can still feel something in her head. She squirms in the chair a little, trying to cover her nakedness.

“That feeling inside you head. That’s me. A little trick I have. It is very useful, as you will discover.”

Her stands in front of her and bends down to her eye level.

“Not too talkative right now? No worries. That will change. As I told you in the restaurant my name is The Controller. That isn’t my first name, nor my last name, simply my only name. And I am very happy to meet you Natalie. You are special.”

The Controller runs his eyes up and down her body and Natalie shivers a little bit. She doesn’t like this at all.

“You have been asleep, thanks to a cocktail of drugs combined with my abilities, for a week. During that time, I used the drugs, and my ... let’s call them powers, to make some modifications to you and your family. Rather useful and unusual modifications.”

Fear runs through her again. Not only is she in a strange place, completely naked with a strange man, but the way he is just casually talking to her, as if he has no cares in the world, is freaking her out.

He reaches out and runs his left hand up her leg, over her stomach, and stops at her right breast.

He gives it a little squeeze.

Natalie bursts into tears.

The man takes his hands away but doesn’t move otherwise. He just stands there waiting for her to stop.

When she finally does stop crying, he pats her knee.

“Feel better? Good. Will you talk to me now? I can read your mind with ease, but I want to hear you talk.”

Natalie, feeling a little better after her cry, keeps her mouth firmly shut.

Give him no answers, she thinks. Someone will come for her. Her family will come for her.

“No answers. Someone will come. My family will come. Isn’t that what you are thinking?’

He can read my mind!

“Yes. I can.”

The Controller walks to her left, his right, and vanishes out of sight behind the headrest. Natalie can hear him moving around. Moving things. The sound of metal in metal.

The man walks back into view carrying a metal folding table.

When he sets it down, there are three things on top of it.

First, a remote control that looks like it works the TVs on the wall in front of her. Sitting next to the remote is a white towel meant for a doctor’s office. And finally, a 4-inch-by-4-inch plastic bandage.
“We have a lot to do today and I am eager to get started. I am sure you would be excited as well if you knew what was coming. But you will get no spoilers from me. I wouldn’t want to ruin any of the surprises.”

The man picks up the bandage and slowly peels off a clear membrane stuck to the bottom of it.

“Don’t be afraid. This isn’t a bandage; it is really more of a patch. It is 100% safe. It has been tested for years on a variety of subjects. It is one of the five specialized chemical compounds I have access to. But we are only using two today. This is actually the milder of the two. Easier for your body to handle.”

He leans over and wraps the patch around her arm and makes sure there are no wrinkles. The Controller walks out of her sight around the back of the chair.

“The effects of the patch should last for about six hours in someone your size. That is more than we need really, but I don’t have a smaller size.”

He walks back into view carrying a glass of water.

“Are you thirsty Natalie?”

I am not going to say anything, she thinks. Not a word.

“No? Still not talking. Well you will be thirsty later, so I am going to leave this right here.”

He places the glass on the metal table in front of her.

“Now that we have completed administering the patch, it is time for me to go and prepare the first part of our little party. You will stay here, not that you have any choice, and I will be back in twenty or thirty minutes. Feel free to scream if you want. No one will hear you.”

And with that, he closes the door and leaves her in silence.

The first thing the Natalie does is try and test the straps holding her arms and legs to the chair. No matter how hard she fights, nothing moves.

Then she feels it. It starts as a rise in temperature. The room feels hotter. Then, to her dismay, she begins to feel a little tingle between her legs. Then in her breasts.

Natalie resolves to ignore the feelings.

I could scream some more, she thinks, but he probably wasn’t lying. No one can hear me, or if they can, they are probably tied up like me.

The tingling is getting worse and she feels very hot. She wishes she could reach the glass of water. Sweat is starting to form all over her body.

But it is the tingling feelings that really bother her.

She suddenly realizes that she had unconsciously begun to move her hips back and forth and rub on the little white ball between her legs. It feels good.

No, she thinks. I won’t do it. I won’t do anything he wants.

She forces herself to stop moving, but the tingling is only getting worse.

She is about to give in and start rubbing the ball again when the door opens behind her.

“We are all ready to go for part one of our show Natalie. How are you feeling?”

The Controller walks around in front of her and bends down to look her in the eyes.

“Hmm ... increased pupil response. Nipples erect and firm. Skin flushed and sweating. I imagine you are very wet as well, but I won’t check that. Sorry about the heat and sweating. Side effect of the patch. Would you like some water now?”

He holds the glass up to her face, but she keeps her mouth closed.

“Suit yourself. Are you ready for the show?”

Natalie just stares straight ahead. The tingling in her breasts and between her legs continues to grow. It is taking everything she has not to rub herself on the white plastic ball.

He reaches across her and flips a switch she can’t see on the side of the chair.

The ball between her legs starts to move. It starts to vibrate lightly.

It feels good.

It’s one of those big vibrators, Natalie thinks. They call it a Magic Wand. I was going to buy one.

Then her head gets heavy and starts to tingle again. Her vision blurs on the sides, but everything in front of her comes deeper into focus.

“That is just me in your head again. I need you to pay attention to what I am showing you.”

The man picks up the remote from the tray and turns on the left most TV.

Natalie’s jaw drops.

It is another room, much like this one, except instead of a chair there is a table and her mother is strapped to it, on her back, completely naked. Worse yet, John, her older brother, also naked, is strapped down on top their mother facing the other way. His head is between her spread legs.

“John,” she hears her mother saying, “See if you can shift your weight to the left, while I shift mine to the right. One, two, three.”

Both of them strain against the straps holding them in place, but other than the table moving a little bit beneath them, nothing happens.

“That didn’t work mom. Try both of us going to the right. One, two, three.”

Both of them throw themselves to the right but the table doesn’t move.

But when they shift, Natalie notices that John’s limp penis moves across her mother’s face and slips across her lips.

Oh god, she thinks. That is disgusting!

She has watched some porn on the internet. More than she would like to admit. But nothing like this. This is just wrong. Family members. Touching.

Yet, oddly, she feels her body somehow responding. The feelings within her get stronger still.

“Don’t they look happy together?” The Controller says, “Mother and son. Just precious. But, not very exciting. Let’s see what happens when we give them a little dose of one for those compounds, I told you about. Here we go with compound number 2.”

The man picks up the tablet and turns it on. He enters a passcode and then looks around the screen of the device for a moment.

“Now ... where did I put the buttons for Room 1. There we go. Presto!”

There is an audible clang through the TV speakers.

“Mom! What was that?” John asks with fear in his voice.

“I don’t know John. Stay still. Let’s try to think of something.”

A hissing noise comes through the TV and a cloud of orange gas begins to rise up from the floor.

John, facing downward between his mother’s spread legs, sees it first.

“Mom, there is something coming out of the floor.”

“What? What is it?”

“I don’t know. Some sort of mist. Its rising up toward us!”

Mother and son begin to panic and once again strain against their restraints. The effort on their faces is apparent.

“Hold your breath John. Don’t breathe it in.”

Natalie sees her brother take a deep breath just before the gas covers them both and blocks the camera’s view of the room. The entire picture goes orange.

The man looks over at Natalie and she jumps a little bit. She has totally forgotten about her own situation.

She is embarrassed to discover that she has been gently grinding against the vibrator between her legs. Her breathing has gotten shorter and the temperature in the room feels like a million degrees.

He leans down to look her in the eyes.

“You can’t fight it. Nothing you do will help. You will only delay what is supposed to happen. The compounds are simply too powerful to resist. Plus, I am in your head helping out a little.”

He leans over and pats her on the head like a dog.

“Eventually you and your family won’t need the drugs. You won’t even need me in your head influencing your desires. You will simply want to do whatever it is will bring you the most pleasure. Some of that will be the experiences I will give to you that will break you down and some of that will come from the modifications I made while you were asleep. Removing inhibitions and barriers that you have developed throughout your lives. You will find that it happens surprisingly quickly. Some subjects break within two or three days.”

She looks away and doesn’t meet his eyes. Say nothing, she thinks. Give him nothing.

“According to my timer here, it has been two minutes. Do you think your brother can hold his breath that long? Let’s give them another minute.”

The tingling between her legs had reached a fever pitch. Natalie no longer cares that the man is in the room and watching her. With a small moan she begins to slowly move her hips forward, and then back, as far as they can go so that the little vibrating ball rubs up and down on her cunt.

“There we go. Give in. It feels so good doesn’t it? Not just the vibration between your legs, but the feeling of surrendering to what you want. It feels so good.”

He gives a little laugh as he watches her.

“Now seems like a good time to take a look at your brother and mother.” The Controller says.

The man presses another button of the screen of his tablet and a whooshing noise comes over the TV speakers. As quickly as the gas filled the room, it is sucked up into the ceiling and the view begins to clear.

“This gas lasts about four hours in an adult subject. While the patch increases arousal, and lowers inhibitions slightly, the gas is much stronger. It serves to severely reduce inhibitions and makes the subject incredibly aroused. Much like you are now on the patch, but ten times stronger. Interestingly, it also has a side effect of making it easier for women to orgasm. We don’t know why though. Some of that could be due to the combination of my mental changes and the gas, but we don’t fully understand it.”

It is quickly apparent that the gas has had its intended effect.

John, who had been flaccid moments ago, is now hard and his erection is pushing against their mother’s cheek. John himself is squirming around madly, but it doesn’t look like to Natalie that he is trying to escape.

It looks to her like he is trying to resist the urge to hump his penis into their mom’s face.

Kathy appears to be doing everything she can not to move a muscle.

“Mom,” said John, “How do you feel? Cause I feel really weird right now. Really weird.”

“Me too honey. Just ... fight it. Think about something else.”

“I can’t help it Mom.”

As Natalie watches her brother gives into his urges and starts rubbing his dick up and down on their mother’s face.

“John! Stop that! Don’t do that to your mother!”

“I can’t help it. I can’t stop! I can’t,” John says.

“Be strong John. You can fight this.”

“No, I can’t. It’s too strong.”

John lowers his head and dives into his mother’s cunt.

“John! Stop it!”

The boy doesn’t reply. Instead he began to lick and suck at his mother’s pussy with an intensity that shocks Natalie as she watches in her room.

As impossible as it seems to her, the desire she is feeling actually increases as she watches the scene on the TV.

“John! Stop! Oh god! Help, someone help!” their mother cries out.

John is now humping furiously up and down Kathy’s face as he eats her out.

“Oh ... oh ... that feels ... oh ... John...” Kathy says, and a look of relaxation and peace comes over her face.

“It looks like it too a little bit longer for the gas to have an effect on your mother. Interesting.” The Controller says.

John pulls out of his mother’s cunt for a moment.

“Mom. Suck it. Suck my dick. You have to. It hurts so bad! Just suck it!”

“No! I won’t do that John! I can’t!

“Mom! Suck my fucking dick!’ John yells and then goes back to licking her cunt.

As Natalie watches on the monitor she can see the look on her mother’s face as the woman’s resistance to the gas ends abruptly.

Kathy, giving in to her own urges, starts to twist her hips around as her son resumes his attention on eating her out. There is confusion and pleasure on her face as her desires start to overcome her reluctance.

Suddenly, Kathy turns her head and starts to lick John’s shaft as he rubs it up and down against her face. John, feeling her tongue, raises his hips up as high as his bonds allow, and thrusts downward. He misses the first two times, but on the third thrust he jabs his prick right into his mother’s mouth and starts to hump.

Natalie, in her own room and watching her brother and mother fuck, is getting really turned on. She can feel The Controller inside her head and, combined with the effects of the patch on her body, her hormones are raging.

Natalie is panting and rubbing herself harder against the vibrator between her legs.

“Would you like that to go a little faster?”

She doesn’t say anything.

But she feels herself nod involuntarily.

The man reaches across her, blocking her view of the TV for a second, and flips another switch on the chair. The little white ball starts to vibrate even harder and intense feelings of desire roll through Natalie’s body.

On-screen, mother and son are fucking like crazy. Both of them are writhing and thrusting against each other. John is so deep in his mother’s mouth that she is gagging a little around him. Kathy is grinding up on his tongue like a woman possessed.

The Controller stands next to Natalie with his arms crossed and a quizzical look on his face,

“Look at them. Completely lost to their own desire. Desires that have completely overcome their natural revulsion at having sex with each other. I wonder which of them will cum first?”

They don’t have to wait long.

In less than a minute Kathy’s begins to shake as an orgasm rockets through her. Natalie can see a stream of water erupt from between her mother’s legs, drench John’s face, and start to drip onto the floor below.

“I will have to clean that up,” the man remarks.

Then John comes.

He pulls his mouth out of his mom’s legs long enough to make a loud groan and stops moving altogether. Kathy her eyes wide, starts choking and turns her head to the side to release John’s cum from her mouth and lets it run down the side of her face, onto the table, and from there to the floor.

“I will have to clean that up as well. Interesting how Kathy went first. Lowering the threshold for orgasm in women was an unexpected side effect we discovered as we used the gas in our experiments. As was removing the necessity of clitoral stimulation that is so common in women for orgasm to occur. Did I already tell you that? I think maybe I did. But it is just so interesting. So, how are you doing Natalie?”

Natalie isn’t doing well at all. Her entire body is on fire and she is feeling a sweet persistent ache, almost like she needs to pee, building in her lower body. She is rubbing against the vibrator as hard as she can, and her breath is coming in short little bursts.

Natalie isn’t a virgin, but they two boys she has been with weren’t experts on the female anatomy and they didn’t even penetrate her. Just blowjobs and fingering.

Mostly they were just concerned with their own pleasure. The only orgasms she has had, two of them, came from masturbating. But they never felt like what is building inside of her now.

I am about ready to cum, she thinks. Oh God, don’t let me cum like this!

The man kneels down in front of her.

“Give in. You can’t stop it. Here, let me help.”

She feels him inside her head again. She feels him influencing her. Suddenly, like a wall has broken within in her, she feels him change something, like removing a puzzle piece.

“Uhhhhhh...” Natalie says as she experiences the strongest orgasm of her life. She strains against the straps and goes into what feels like mini convulsions as her body is flooded with pleasure.

It lasts for a minute and, when it is done, she lays there exhausted.