A Mind Control Fiction Story by Russell Twyce

The Mind Control Charm
Part Three

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“Where am I?” On waking up, Lisa seems confused. “And who are you?”

“I’m Ben.” He rubs his eyes and sits up. “Don’t you remember?”

“You raped me!” The girl has noticed her state of total undress.

“Our sex was with mutual consent.” Ben sputters. He hasn’t anticipated this mind control problem.

“I was a virgin.” The girl yells. “My fiancé and I were saving it for our wedding night. He’s likely worried sick about me because instead of meeting him in the nightclub, I was in a hotel room with a rapist who put something in my drink to make me compliant.”

“I didn’t put anything in your drink.” Ben grabs the mind control amulet and puts the chain around his neck. He desperately needs to get the girl he picked up back under his mind’s firm control. ‘Say it is okay!’ He sends in a panic. ‘Don’t think of it as rape!’

“What is that thing?” The girl snatches it into her hand for a closer look. The face is just decorated metal so she flips it over to examine the back. ‘Mind Control Charm – Patents Pending’. “Oh my God!” She puts a shocked hand to her mouth as the whole mind control story becomes clear.

“I’m sorry.” Ben now regrets his not having thought through the morals of mind control.

“Sorry isn’t nearly enough.” Lisa pushes him hard in the chest, but she continues to hold the mind control medallion. The chain breaks as he falls back onto the bed. “Your mind control rape has stolen something absolutely irreplaceable from my fiancé and I. You’ll go to jail but we can never get my sexual innocence back.”

“I can’t go to jail.” Ben says in horror. He briefly wonders why the mind control device isn’t working on her today but then he remembers the warning. The girl’s brain frequency must have shifted while she slept.

“Why?” She demands. “Will you try mind controlling the judge and jury into letting you off? You deserve to be in prison and being raped by other inmates.” Lisa puts an exploring hand into her crotch. “Did you get me pregnant and give me a sexually transmitted disease too?”

“I don’t have any diseases.” His negative answer to the second pins an indelible maybe on the first question.

“I feel all dirty inside.” The mind control rape victim takes one of the luxury hotel’s bathrobes from the bedroom door and dons it. “But I can’t take a shower until I’ve been to the hospital to have a rape evidence kit done.”

“Please don’t report it.” Ben begged. “I’ll never do it again.”

“I know you’re not going to.” She scoffs. “You’re probably not going to live until the trial. My boyfriend is really strong and he is fiercely protective of me. He will very likely beat you to death and end up in prison for murder. Your acting out adolescent fantasies of mind control has ruined my life.”

“I can pay you.” He pleaded.

“Really?” Her tone is mocking. “What is hushing up the molesting away of a girl’s chastity in a mind controlled rape worth these days?”

“Fifty thousand dollars.”

“A quarter of a million.” She counters in a suddenly stern voice. “And you’ll get it to me today. I’ll go to the hospital now to collect your semen sample and have my body combed for other DNA evidence. You get the cash together and meet me in the hotel lounge at exactly six. If you don’t have it by then, I’ll contact the police and they can get your information from the front desk.”

“I’ll raise the money in time.”

“You better get it.” The girl quickly collects her scattered clothing. “And you’ll be there on the minute or I will be phoning the police.” The hotel room door slams behind her. She will dress in the elevator.

End of Part Three

The Mind Control Charm
Part Three

“I withdrew everything I have and liquidated my investments.” Ben says. “But even with maxing out all my credit, I’m still about twenty thousand short. Will you let me have tonight to get the rest?”

“No. I’ll take what you have there and I never want to see you again.”

“Thank you.”

“I have one question before I leave.” She looks intently at him. “Was I worth it?”

“Truthfully, yes.” Ben confesses.  “I’ll remember my one nightclub success with mind control for the rest of my life and my night with you was the best ever. Your boyfriend is a lucky guy. I regret it all but at the same time, I don’t. Can you understand that?”

“For my part,” the girl stands and picks up the suitcase of money, “I’ll forget about you as soon as I can.” Then she turns and walks away.

Ben eyes follow her shapely butt to the exit. She has cost him all his savings and put him deep into short-term debt but he’ll survive the financial hit. He feels intensely relieved that his starting over will be without a criminal record of sex charges.

“Yes.” He breathes the confirmation to himself as Lisa disappears. “My experience with her is one that will linger favorably in my memory forever. She was awesome! But I really should’ve saved myself the trouble and bought that ‘Secrets of Same Night Lays’ book instead.”

He would rectify his initial mistake immediately. His computer still had the link to find the amazing advice offers by a legendary pick up artist.

Out at her car, Lisa takes the mind control pendant from her pocket. She kisses the warm medal as loving as Ben had the night before.

“I’ll put it back onto Ebay.” She chuckles. The mind control charm doesn’t actually do mind controlling. Tiny electronics inside the amulet emitted a radio signal the companion unit in her glove box homed in on. Lisa had used it to track Ben into the nightclub. Then she had waited for the mind control hopeful to make his mental moves.

The mind control charm didn’t do mind control but Lisa didn’t need it to because of her top-notch mind reading talent. Normal chatter from a mind was tricky to pick up, but when when a guy was trying to broadcast a mind control message, it stood out like chalk writing on a blackboard.  Lisa had picked up Ben’s mental orders and performed them of her own volition, as if she were utterly mind controlled.

And she was becoming a wealthy young lady with her clever mind control scam.  230 thousand dollars was more than the best courtesans could earn for a single night of sex.

And that’s the whole mind control story

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