tagMind ControlNymphocom Ch. 01

Nymphocom Ch. 01

bydevioto©

Disclaimer : I am not a native English speaker so please don't hesitate to correct me if there are sentences which are not understandable! :-P

Prologue

Controlling somebody else's mind has always been a common fantasy throughout the ages. Nothing is more fascinating than to have other human beings obeying your will without any restriction even at the risk of their own life. Many scientists have tried to uncover the secrets of the brain but so far our most complex organ has remained a mystery. We know that the braincells communicate using electric impulses, we have identified regions of the brain apparently dedicated to specialties like language, memories and so on but we failed at even the slightest attempts to decrypt memories or to visualize the dream of a sleeper. The brain is a safe haven for his owner's thoughts, more secure than the most secure vaults at the biggest banks. Well, this was true until recently anyway. My name is Francois Royer, and this is my story.

I had been working as a lead scientist at the French Cognitics & Nanoparticles Research Center in Meudon near Paris for a couple of years now. This very well known research center had hired me directly out of university as my student work had drawn some attention when I proved that it was possible to change the output of a neuron (or a braincell) by sending special formed electromagnetic waves to it. Some of the center's researchers were trying to prove that electromagnetic waves could influence human and animal behavior and the goal was to find a way to protect people from potential harmful side effects of these waves, like for example waves from mobile phones or wireless network cards. However, as everybody knows, we are just bathing in an abundance of waves from radio, TV, satellites, cell phones or just plain electric cables. Apparently waves could interfere with one neuron but this would be a tiny "accident" and all other neurons surrounding the faulty neuron would correct the signal. The "fault" would go completely unnoticed, corrected by the output of millions of other neurons. It appeared that electromagnetic waves were harmless to human or animal brains and therefore the research team I was working with was redeployed on other more promising (say "lucrative") research activities. I filed a special request with the center's management to be able to continue searching on the same topic and, since our research center was quite well funded and could afford having some scientist searching on not so promising research fields, it was accepted. I kept the teams lab and all the instruments and I essentially worked alone for several months, mostly ignored by the other researchers who were trying to achieve fame or file prestigious patents.

I had build a machine which emitted waves, interfering with each other, so as to create stationary waves at exactly predefined locations, and my goal was to be able to target each neuron of a simple brain individually. As brains were moving targets, traveling along with their owners like for example the dragonflies I was using in my experiment, a computer was recalculating the position according to the subjects movements. Also a receiver was measuring the reaction of the neurons and using this feedback to increase or release control of each braincell by modulating the waves of the machine. It was quite a clumsy machine with a lot of cables and interface cards connected to weird device. A parabolic antenna the size of a small TV was emitting the waves towards a cage were I was holding the different animals I was studying. The first tests were quite disappointing, the dragonflies were either not reacting at all, or they would fly around like crazy as if I had burned them badly. The controlling computer was getting billions of informations and it would last decades before I would be through with analyzing all that data. Even a small brain like the one of the dragonfly was huge compared to even our most powerful computers.

The breakthrough came when I talked to a fellow researcher, Kim Chen, who was working on so called nanocomputers, extremely fast and extremely small, as they were not built using conventional microchips but rather with biological molecules. I explained my problem to him about analyzing my experiment's data and he thought that it would be a very good test to see how powerful his nanocomputers really are. A few days later he came into my lab with a normal looking PC laptop computer and put it on my desk. It was his brand new prototype and we spend most of the day connecting everything to my wave machine, testing the interface and checking the flow of the experiment's data. The nanocomputers were at the heart of the laptop and the data I put into it was seemingly analyzed in real time, with the biological processor running at 0.001% of its capacity. It was early morning hours when he finally left my lab with me promising to keep him up to date on how the nanocomputers would perform.

I spent the rest of the night checking the data, making out reactions of brain areas, and sending waves to reproduce the exact behaviour as previously. Dawn was breaking when I was finally able to control a dragonfly flying freely around my office! I rushed to the animal reserve and borrowed several lab rats and, with the help of the nanocomputer, was able to completely analyze the functioning of their brain within 24 hours. I then slept for 24 hours straight. I woke up fresh and with the decision of trying my machine on a human brain as soon as possible. I drove to the research lab and met Kim in the hallway, I invited him to my lab and while I asked him many questions, I secretly turned my machine on and had it analyze Kim's brain. Of course he did not notice and as soon as he left my lab I checked the results. It was amazingly easy to find the zone of the brain where he had stored the memory of lending me his invention and I programmed the machine to erase these memories along with the memories of him coming to my lab in the last two weeks. I called him again and he came into my office quickly, I showed him a fake error message on the screen and, while he was checking, I activated my machine. He continued typing for a few seconds and then looked up, seeming lost.

"Hey Kim," I said, "have you found what this error message means?"

He looked at me puzzled

"Err ... well ... yes ... I mean ..."

He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I am not ... feeling ... so well. I'd better go back to my office"

He left my lab, looking quite shocked which was understandable if my machine had worked as expected. He had found himself in my lab without knowing how he got there. I was beginning to understand that my invention was Nobel Prize stuff. Unfortunately for humankind I had more ambitious plans as I was now able to control the human mind.

In the next few weeks I used several of my colleagues to draw a precise chart of the brain and its functions. I tested the removal of memories and made sure it worked by asking the person if they would remember anything. Everything turned out perfectly. I used a female colleague to implant her a strong sexual desire and she nearly raped me on the spot, when I turned off the machine she blushed and apologized, not knowing what happened to her. As usual for any special behavior, we blamed everything on the stress at work.

The next step was to reduce the size of my invention. I wanted to be able to carry it around to test it on people in the outside world. It appeared to be beyond of the scope of my expertise so I requested the help of Kim again : I had him miniaturize the size of his nanocomputer so it would fit into a normal remote control. Afterwards I erased all memories about it from his brain.

I developed a program to realize a dream I had for quite a long time : control "normal" women to please me and obey my deepest fantasies. These women would obey to all my wishes and would be completely submissive to me sexually. This urge would disappear when I turn the machine off, but I built in an override so as to implant this obedience in them permanently, making them my sexual slaves for the rest of their lives. This was a very complex modification to the female brain and I was unsure if it would work at all, the female mind is very difficult to decrypt and to understand : thousands of books have been written on this subject and driven millions of men into madness! I finished the algorithm and stored it on CD which I gave Kim. He had reduced the size of the device to the one of a clumsy remote control, quite bulky but innocent looking. I had to aim it at my victim so that the nanocomputer could identify the correct brain to modify. I decided to bring this device home with me tonight, I called it the Nymphomaniac Control Machine, short NYMPHOCOM!

Chapter 1 - NYMPHOCOM's first "subject" Julie

I went home early that afternoon. I lived on the top floor of a ten story building in a nice and quiet neighborhood, in the outskirts of Paris. I opened the front door to the building and went to fetch my mail in my mailbox. While skimming through a lot of bills I waited in front of the elevators and was joined by Julie, one of my neighbors living two floors underneath mine. She was 22 years old and came from the Dominican Republic. She was studying plastic arts at the Sorbonne for two years now. She had a nice chocolate skin and incredible green eyes and, from what I saw when casually glancing, pretty big tits for her size. She was often wearing tight jeans so that everybody could guess her firm round ass beneath the cloth, she was one hot black chick. I had talked to her a couple of times and, when she was in a good mood, she would tell me something about herself. Most of the time she was rather rude and cold though.

"Good evening Julie"

I smiled at her, blushing a bit, but she was not really the friendly type. She probably thought of her in a high way and she would not really accept me as an equal, I was dressed "normally" in my jeans and t-shirts and this was not her style. I was also more the discrete type and she preferred more "popular" type of men. She behaved very arrogantly but, despite her bitchy attitude, I was really turned on by her looks. I was not particularly attracted to black girls but Julie was definitely the hottest girl around. Of course I had tried to invite her out one time and she had refused by rolling her eyes to the ceiling meaning : how can this guy even imagine that I would accept?? She bluntly refused, making it clear that I would get in trouble if I would dare try this one more time.

She recently went out steadily with the same boyfriend, a muscular hunk who was playing in a high level soccer team. Today she was in a bad mood, she looked at me as if I was poisonous, grumbled a "hello" under her breath and stood farther away waiting for the elevator. Another woman came into the building, a neighbor from another floor. She greeted us and immediately started talking to Julie about this reality TV show tonight, and both seemed to be very excited about it. Julie mentioned that, god thanks, her boyfriend was away for a few hours tonight since he hated this kind of show, he was going out with his friends. I thought to myself that this guy was not as stupid as he looked like. But then it dawned to me that Julie would be the perfect target for my newly invented device : she was not attracted to me so if I could get into her pants it would prove that the NYMPHOCOM was working. And tonight she was going to be alone! We all stepped into the arriving elevator and I stood behind Julie, admiring her smooth curves packed into a tight mini skirt and a pink blouse. I was already getting a hard on.

Obviously I was not sure at all that my device would work like I was expecting. I tried to keep a scientific attitude and thought what I would need for my first experimentation. I fetched my old digital camera which at that time was quite bulky and doing only medium resolution pictures saved onto a diskette you could insert into it. I definitely had to take photos to document what was going to happen, to learn from mistakes and to enhance the NYMPHOCOM further. I was not sure how this would work out ... would the effect be immediate or would it take one two five or more minutes to appear? or maybe never? and, if it worked, for how long? and would she remember anything afterwards? What would I consider success? a smile? a kiss? having sex? anyway I had to test it and I find out tonight!

I turned on the TV and while having some microwaved hamburger as a dinner I watched the start of the TV show Julie had mentioned. As usual the show was a mere excuse to broadcast commercials all over the place, I was astonished that my brain could stand this kind of stupidity without knocking a hole in the back of my skull and leaping into safety... Of course I knew that the female brain was different. I wondered if my device could be a cure for the female attraction to televisual nonsense. After one hour into the show, when I was sure that Julie would be alone and stuck in front of her TV screen, I took my NYMPHOCOM disguised as a standard remote control, put my camera along with my laptop into a small bag and left my flat with my heart pounding. I took the stairs to reach Julie's floor and was soon standing in front of her door. I could hear the TV running with the show on, the volume was probably turned on to the max. I rang the bell, my throat dry and my hands sweating, clutching the device in my pocket.

Julie opened the door quickly with an expression of great frustration on her face. She was wearing a pink silk bathrobe which was ending just above her knees, not too ample so as to show the volume of her breasts pushing against the cloth.

"Yes???" she yelled.

I was somehow frozen at the sight of this beautiful, sexy ... and aggressive ... girl in front of me. I just used the first excuse which popped into my mind, and stammered, "Julie, sorry if I disturb but could I possibly borrow some filters for my coffee machine? I just ran out of ..."

"Does it have to be now??" she asked, rolling her eyes to the ceiling like she always did. She put her fists to her side making her breasts stand out even more

"Oh well it would really help me out as I want to make some coffee for friends who will come over this evening"

She looked at me in a very upset and exasperated way. Since she did not know how to get rid of me quickly she gave in.

"Ok wait a second!" She quickly turned around and rushed into her kitchen, her silk bathrobe flying behind her, allowing me a glimpse of her dark long legs. I took two steps into her flat, switched the NYMPHOCOM on, minimal power, and pointed it roughly in the direction of the kitchen where Julie was opening all cupboards to find coffee filters, cursing me between her teeth. I felt very awkward suddenly convinced that my great invention was most probably not working on the first try. On the other hand the only harm done was that Julie missed 2 minutes of her favorite TV show. I put the active device back in my bag.

Julie came back holding a couple of coffee filter and said, "Here you are!" I took them, thanked her and turned around to leave her flat.

"Thanks again and sorry that I disturbed you during your show"

"No problem, its a pleasure to help you out," she replied, smiling. I could not believe what I just heard but I continued walking towards the stairway nevertheless.

"Oh Francois ..." I turned around.

"Well ... nothing ..." she added.

"Anything I can help you with?" I proposed

"Yes! umm ... I mean no ... " she seemed a bit confused. "What do you carry in your bag?"

"Well, just my laptop and an old camera ...".

I looked at her expectantly. It seemed like she wanted to conversation to go on.

"I will go now, I don't want you to miss anymore of your show!"

"Oh! my show!" She suddenly remembered that this was the show she wanted absolutely to watch undisturbed. "Would you like to watch the show with me?"

"Uh no thanks!" I spat before realizing that I had been to stupid to not take advantage of this proposal but the idea to watch this freaky show made me forget about Julie for an instant. Somehow something was happening.

Julie took a disappointed look. Her beautiful green eyes were like begging for me, she looked so incredibly sexy and I could not help but notice the soft mounds of her breasts pushing her silk bathrobe apart. Before I could add anything she continued.

"Hey, if you don't mind could you help me lift something heavy?"

I turned to face her. She was smiling at me, her eyebrows raised interrogatively, waiting for my answer.

"Well yes, ok, I am pleased if I can help you"

"Oh thanks Francois, that's very nice of you!" and she took me by my hand to lead me into the room, closing the door behind us. My heart was pounding even more and I was not sure if Julie's attitude was due to the NYMPHOCOM or if she was just being polite to a long time neighbor, but then I remembered how fanatic she was about this TV show ... and she just had walked to the TV and shut it off!! My invention was working!

She pointed at a big flower pot containing a nice ficus tree in a corner of her living room.

"Can you please turn it so that my tree gets the light on its other side? it is growing in the wrong direction."

The tree looked fine to me but I went onto my knees and turned the pot around. It was not heavy at all. She beamed at me.

"Great! and to thank you I will make some coffee for both of us!"

"Oh well Julie, thank you as well then."

I decided to not take any initiative to see how far Julie would go. She asked me to sit on the couch while she dashed off to the kitchen to fix the coffee. I noticed her ass cheeks nicely filling out her pink silk bathrobe. As I grew a hardon I forced myself to examine her apartment closely, to distract my excitement. It was a nice two bedroom flat, with a large living room, with quite a few things lying around. I could see that Julie's boyfriend was not very fond of picking his things up.

Julie came back quickly and sat next to me on the couch. Her bathrobe cranked up a bit and she straightened it out with her hands, slightly blushing when she realized that I had noticed.

"The coffee will be ready in a couple of minutes," she said

I found nothing to reply except, "Uh huh"

There was a second of embarrassed silence while both of us were searching for something to say. I was sure that I did not have many interests or hobby I was sharing with Julie.

"We never took time to talk," Julie said, breaking the silence

"True," I replied, falling silent again. Then I added, "But you are always so busy. Remember when I asked you out?"

"Yes," Julie smiled. "Why not do that on Monday next week? My boyfriend Eric is going out with his friends of the sports club"

She leaned back on the couch to cross her legs and I could get a sight of a lot of her thigh.

"Yes, sure, let's do that next Monday."

I was amazed that I now had a date, the NYMPHOCOM was apparently very well designed, I wondered how far it could take Julie.

"You are always carrying all kinds of technical stuff, what is it anyway?" she asked, having finally found a topic.

"Just my laptop, my old digital camera and a broken remote control I wanted to fix," I said. "Photo and video are my hobbies so I am always ready with my camera with me"

She smiled broadly at me.

"Nice hobby, maybe you can show me some of your work?"

She seemed genuinely interested so I smiled back.

"Sure"

I took my laptop, started it up and displayed some of my old vacation photos. She moved nearer to me to have a good look and started to praise me for the quality of my photos. With each photo she moved closer and I could smell her spicy perfume and her huge left breast pushing against my arm. My cock was starting to get rigid in my pants again. On one of the photos a girl with big tits in a bikini was playing Beachvolleyball. Julie stiffened and looked at me with a jolt of jealousy in her eyes

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