The Neural Inhibitor

Nicole knelt on the floor of the lab, naked. The only thing she wore was a silver, square-shaped earring on her left ear, which was about the size of a nickel. Her knees were red from kneeling for so long, and mascara ran down her face in dark streaks. Her modest breasts were covered in cum. Yet, despite her distressed appearance, she maintained a rigid posture, with her back arched and her breasts thrust forward. She cupped her breasts in her hands, presenting them to the man who stood before her.

"Please," Nicole sobbed. "Just let me go. It's not too late. No one has to know. I won't say anything, I swear. Please, just take the earring off and I'll go home. It'll be like this never happened."

"Oh, Nicky," Kyle answered. "My sweet, naive, little Nicky. We're just getting started," he chuckled. "You and your friends have a lot to answer for, and you're going to help me punish the others."

"No! Please!" Nicole begged as tears streamed down her face. "We're sorry. We all are. We can fix it. We can bring you back on. Just... please. Stop this!"

"I don't think so, Nicky," Kyle replied, as he looked down at a tablet in his hands. "This isn't just about my job anymore." He tapped a button and Nicole's face went blank. She stopped sobbing and knelt quietly before Kyle.

Kyle, who was also naked, stepped up to Nicole, putting his dick in her face. "Clean my dick with your mouth while I explain how you're going to help me," he commanded.

"Yes, Master," Nicole replied neutrally and took Kyle's cock into her mouth.

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Nicole raised her wine glass. "To success! To us!" she shouted.

The three other women raised their glasses and cheered "To us!"

It was a modest celebration, given the magnitude of their accomplishment. The four women had graduated together from a bioengineering program three years ago and formed Meliorem Mentem, Inc. together. Now they'd finally had their first major success.

Nicole was happy to have been included. She was the bookish type and decidedly average in appearance. She was slender and stood at about 5'4", with pale skin, brown hair, brown eyes, and a-cup breasts. She had a talent in going unnoticed, and she'd made few friends during the graduate program. She'd spent most of her time studying at home or working in the lab. But she'd been near the top of the class, and the three other girls had asked her to join their study group. She knew they'd been motivated by self interest. They'd wanted her help puzzling out some of the more complex topics on upcoming exams. But, over time, Nicole had formed a close friendship with the other girls.

Jessica was the company's CEO. She'd always been the group's unofficial leader, organizing study sessions and social gatherings. Creating the company had also been her idea. Plus, she looked the part of a CEO. She was tall for a woman, at 5'7". She had olive skin; straight, black hair; and piercing green eyes. She was statuesque in appearance and looked more like a runway model than the girl next door, with sharp facial features softened only slightly be large, almond-shaped eyes and full lips. She had impressive c-cup breasts, of which Nicole was jealous. However, most people would never know, since Jessica did her best to downplay her bust with conservative clothing. She was always concerned about being stereotyped as a bimbo because of her appearance, and she made a concerted effort to always dress professionally. Even at this celebration, she wore conservative black pants and a blue, button-up blouse.

Claire was in some ways Jessica's opposite. She was bubbly and flirtatious, and while she was a brilliant bioengineer, she had no qualms about showing off her body. She was a pale redhead, with a smattering of freckles on her face. She was petite, standing at only 5'2", but curvy for her size, with an hourglass figure, b-cup breasts, and a round ass. She usually accentuated her assets by wearing skimpy, tight-fitting clothing, at least outside the lab. Today was no exception. She wore tight shorts that showed off her tone legs and plump ass, as well as a crop-top shirt that exposed her flat stomach and highlighted the curves of her breasts.

Last, but not least, was Erika. She was the glue that held the group together. The lithe, Asian woman was both a bioengineer and the group's unofficial counselor. She'd helped the girls navigate their way through the stress of financial hardships and seemingly unsurmountable feuds. She was friendly and outgoing, and she handled most of the company's relationships with suppliers and potential customers. Erika was exceptionally athletic, with tone legs and a bubble butt that Nicole had seen catch the attention of many men. She stood at 5'4" and had black, shoulder-length hair; dark, brown eyes; and b-cup breasts. Today, she wore dark grey Yoga pants and a pink, athletic-wear tank-top. Even when she wasn't heading to the gym, she often looked like she was.

Nicole had invited the women to her apartment to celebrate a milestone for the company. After years of hard work and living off ramen, they finally had a working prototype for a neural inhibitor. They were certain the patent was worth no less than $1 billion, and they planned to announce their discovery to the major biotech companies later that week. But, for now, it was time to celebrate.

"Pass me those glasses, ladies," Nicole instructed. "We're opening another bottle." The other three cheered and handed over their empty wine glasses.

Nicole walked into the kitchen an uncorked a new bottle of merlot. She filled the four glasses then took a small vial from a cupboard. She carefully added two drops of a clear liquid from the vial to three of the glasses, then placed the vial back in the cupboard.

Nicole took the four glasses back out to the other women and passed them around, careful to keep the un-spiked glass for herself. She raised her glass again and said, "To being rich!"

"To being rich!" the others cheered. Then everyone drank.

"So," Jessica began. "What biotech company should we pitch to first?" she asked.

"No business tonight, Jessica," Erika chided. "Just wine and fun. There'll be time for business tomorrow."

Jessica looked mildly annoyed, but sipped her wine and said nothing more. Then she noticed Claire slumping in her chair, eyes half closed. "I know you're a lightweight, Claire, but you haven't had that much to drink... yet," Jessica teased.

"Mmm tired..." Claire mumbled.

"Can you believe this?" Jessica asked Nicole and Erika. Then Jessica noticed Erika had sunk back into the couch too, and she had a glazed look in her eyes. "Erika, are you okay," Jessica asked.

"I'lll get up," Erika answered. "Just need to rest a minute."

"How strong is this wine, Nicole?" Jessica asked with concern. Nicole said nothing.

Then Jessica felt it too. A wave of drowsiness washed over her and her muscles suddenly felt limp. She sat down on the couch next to Erika, gravity doing most of the work. "Nicole?" Jessica asked. "What.. What did..." Jessica trailed off and joined Claire and Erika in sleep.

Nicole set her wine glass down, took out her phone, and dialed Kyle. "It's done," she stated neutrally.

"Good. Unlock the door and wait for me," Kyle instructed.

Nicole unlocked her apartment door, then stood to the side, staring blankly at nothing.

I few minutes later, Kyle let himself in through the door. He surveyed the three sleeping women, then turned to Nicole. He brushed a finger along her silver earring. "Help me get them to the van," he ordered.

"Yes, Master," Nicole replied expressionlessly.

Kyle and Nicole then carried the three women down to a van in the apartment's garage, one at a time. Fortunately, the apartment unit had a private garage, so there was no way an onlooker could spot the unconscious women. Once Jessica, Claire, and Erika were secure in the back of the van, Kyle took his place in the drivers' seat and ordered Nicole to sit in the passenger seat.

It was a short drive to the Meliorem Mentem, Inc. lab. Once there, Nicole helped Kyle carry the three women inside.

While Nicole hosted the celebration at her apartment, Kyle had been busy installing three chairs with restraints in the lab. Nicole had been kind enough to provide him with her keycard. Kyle and Nicole sat the three women down the the chairs and clamped the restraints around their wrists, ankles, and foreheads.

"Undress and kneel facing your friends," Kyle instructed Nicole. Nicole complied without any sign of emotion.

"Present," Kyle commanded.

Nicole thrust her chest forward and cupped her small breasts in her hands.

Kyle took a small vial and a syringe from a nearby drawer and administered an injection to each of three sleeping women's arms, then stepped back and stood by Nicole.

Jessica began to stir first, fidgeting in her chair to try and get more comfortable, but unable to do so because of the restraints. "Ugh," she moaned, her eyes opening a sliver, then slamming shut again as she winced at seeing the bright, fluorescent light. "What... what happened?" she mumbled. "Nicole?"

The other two woman also began to wake. Claire was the first to fully open her eyes. "Where am I?" she asked, her eyes flicking around the room. "Is this... why am I in the lab?"

"Why the fuck am I tied down?" Erika demanded, struggling against the restraints.

Jessica was the first to notice Kyle and Nicole. "What. The. Fuck!" she exclaimed. "Kyle, I told you you're not welcome here. We fired you. It's over. What the fuck are you doing to Nicole. I'm calling the police!"

"I think you'll find that difficult," Kyle responded calmly.

Jessica pulled against the restraints and quickly realized calling the police was an empty threat. She was going to have to negotiate her way out of whatever the fuck this was.

"Alright, Kyle," she began, sounding far more collected than she felt. "You're mad about your severance package. This was definitely not the right way to bring up your complaints, but if you tell me what you want, I'm sure we can work out something fair."

"Oh my god," Erika gasped, staring at Nicole, suddenly realizing the seriousness of her predicament.

Claire sat with her eyes wide and hew jaw hanging open, evidently too panicked to react.

"Severance," Kyle muttered, shaking his head. "You cut me out of the company after I make a breakthrough that lets you take a billion dollar idea to market and you think I'm here for a bigger severance package?"

A flash of concerned crossed Jessica's face as she realized she might have less control over the situation than she initially thought. But she quickly regained composure. "Just tell me what is is you want, Kyle. We'll work something out."

"He wants us," Erika said softly, staring at Nicole, horrified. "He wants us, Jess."

Jessica tried to turn her head toward Erika, but couldn't because of the restraints. She looked down at Nicole and noticed her silver earring. She'd spotted it at the party earlier and thought it odd Nicole had only worn one earring instead of a pair. "Oh god," she said, as a realization struck her. "What did you do to Nicole?" she demanded. "Let her go. Let her go now!"

"Go?" Kyle laughed. "She doesn't want to go. Tell them you don't want to go, Nicky."

"I don't want to go," Nicole responded neutrally.

"Oh my god," Erika whispered again.

"Take the earring off, Nicole," Claire pleaded, snapping out of her shock. "It's an inhibitor. Take it off!"

"She doesn't want to take it off," Kyle replied. "Do you, Nicky?"

"I don't want to take it off," Nicole answered.


"No, she's quite content the way she is. She only wants what I want," Kyle informed the three restrained women. "And right now, I think I want her mouth on my cock. Nicky, dear, give me a blow job."

"Yes, Master," Nicole replied, then turned, unbuckled Kyle's belt, and pulled his pants down.

"Oh god, no," Jessica whispered. Claire and Erika began sobbing.

Nicole took Kyle's cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head back and forth, showing no signs of complaint.

"She's surprisingly good," Kyle told the women, "given her limited experience. I suspect you lot will be better."

Jessica couldn't accept what she'd just heard. "What... just tell me what you want, Kyle," she said, panic slipping into her voice. "We'll give you what you want and you can let us go."

"It's us, Jess," Erika interjected again, this time more forcefully. "He's not doing this for money. He wants us. Look at his eyes. He hates us. He wants revenge. He's enjoying this."

"Alright," Jessica went on, ignoring Erika. "You're back in. A full one-fifth split of the patent proceeds. Two hundred million dollars, Kyle. Or more! Just let me out of this chair. I'll even throw in a bottle fo champagne to celebrate."

"I'm going to draw this out, Jess," Kyle said. "I'm going to save you for last. You're going to watch me take their minds," he continued, motioning to Claire and Erika. "You're going to watch as they become my slaves, as they serve me. Then I'm going to take our mind. And I'm going to use you. And I'm going to make you love it."

"Kyle... Kyle lets..." Jessica stammered. "Lets talk... Oh god," she muttered, focusing on Nicole, who continued bobbing her head back and forth on Kyle's cock.

"That was very nice, Nicky," Kyle said, turning his attention to Nicole. "But I think it's time we made you some sister slaves. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Master," Nicole replied, sitting back on her knees.

"Go put an earring on Claire," Kyle ordered Nicole.

"Yes, Master," Nicole answered. She stood and walked to a tray of three earrings sitting on a nearby desk.

"I think I'll give you your mind back for this part," Kyle said, picking up a tablet and tapping a button.

As Nicole crossed the room toward Claire carrying an earring, life returned to her eyes. She looked at the three women, then down at her hand. "Oh god," she whispered. She walked to to Claire's side and stopped. "Claire, I'm so sorry. I can't... He's making me. I don't have a choice. I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Claire sobbing. "I forgive you. I forgive you."

Nicole attached the earring to Claire's left ear and Kyle tapped another button on his tablet. Clair fell silent and her eyes glazed over.

"That's... not possible," Jessica stammered. "It doesn't work that fast. It can't work that fast."

"Maybe if you hadn't underestimated me so much, you wouldn't be in this position," Kyle sneered. "I've made some improvements since you fired me. Even without the benefit of your lab."

"I'm sorry," Nicole cried. "I couldn't help it."

"I think that's enough of that," Kyle said, tapping another button on the tablet. Nicole's face went blank again.

Kyle spent a minute playing with setting on the tablet, then declared, "I think that'll about do it. Nicole, remove Claire's restraints."

Nicole mindlessly obeyed, unclasping the forehead, wrist, and ankle straps.

"Now, Claire," Kyle continued, "why don't you tell everyone what you are."

"I'm your slave, Master," Claire announced, her voice emotionless.

"Claire! Claire, snap out of it!" Erika screamed.

Jessica sat silent, the reality of her predicament finally sinking in.

"Stand, face Jess and Erika, and undress," Kyle ordered.

"Yes, Master," Claire replied. She stood from her chair and faced her friends. She silently kicked her sneakers off with her feet, then bent down to remove her socks while Kyle admired the view of her ass. Next, she hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her shorts and began pulling them down while rocking her hips side to side, trying to wiggle her way out. When she succeeded in removing them, Kyle saw she wore no panties underneath. He also noted her pussy was clean shaven. Claire next pulled off her crop-top, followed by a black bra. She then stood motionless in front of Jessica and Erika, naked except for her earring.

Kyle stepped behind Claire, then reached around her and began massaging her breasts. "I've always wanted to do this, Claire," he admitted. "You were always such a tease. Of course, I never imagined you'd be my helpless slave, but I think I quite prefer it this way. Give me a kiss," he ordered.

Claire turned around and wrapped her arms around Kyle. She tilted her face up, then rose up onto her tiptoes and kissed Kyle while Kyle used the opportunity to squeeze her ass with both hands.

"Kyle, stop!" Jessica pleaded. "You've made your point. We're at your mercy. Please, I'll beg if I need to. Just tell me what you want so you can let us go."

"Oh, you're so sweet, Claire," Kyle said in a condescending tone. "I didn't mean kiss my lips. I meant kiss my cock."

Without saying a word, Claire dropped to her knees and kissed the tip of Kyle's cock.

"Much better," Kyle praised. "Now, show me if you can give a better blowjob than Nicky," he ordered.

Claire grasped the shaft of Kyle's cock with one hand, then leaned forward and began delicately licking the head.

"Finally, a professional who knows how to start with a tease!" Kyle proclaimed. "You have no idea how hard it was to settle for Nicky when I knew I could have your flirty mouth wrapped around my cock, Claire"

Claire took the head of Kyle's cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she bobbed back and forth gently.

"It's okay, Claire," Erika muttered. "We know you don't have a choice. It's not your fault."

"Doesn't have a choice?" Kyle asked. "Claire loves my cock. Tell them you love my cock, Claire."

"I love Master's cock," Claire droned, then took Kyle's cock back in her mouth. She began bobbing her head more aggressively, taking Kyle's full length without gagging.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth, Claire," Kyle informed her. "I want you to show Jess and Erika my cum before you swallow. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master," Claire answered before resuming her work.

"Mmmm," Kyle groaned, as be blew his load in Claire's mouth. Clair dutifully turned to Jessica and Erika and opened her mouth, displaying Kyle's cum, before closing her mouth again and swallowing.

"God damn it," Jessica yelled, fear turning to anger. "Fuck you, Kyle. You fucking monster."

"Monster?" Kyle inquired. "Well I suppose that depends who you ask. Right now, I'd say the room is pretty evenly split, but if you give me another minute to plead my case, I'm sure I'll have a majority on my side. Nicky, would you be so kind as to get Erika an earring?"

"Yes, Master," Nicole replied and moved back towards the tray of earrings.

"Oops, almost forgot," Kyle said, tapping a button on the tablet.

"No!" Nicole pleaded and she walked back to Erika with an earring in hand. "Not again! Please, Kyle. You have me. Just let them go."

Kyle said nothing as Nicole placed the earring on Erika's left ear. He then tapped twice on the tablet and both Nicole's and Erica's faces went black.

"Damn you Kyle!" Jessica yelled.

"Nicole, remove Erika's restraints," Kyle ordered. Nicole complied.

"Now, Erika, I don't want you to worry about the fun I just had with Claire," Kyle declared. "I came prepared." Kyle grabbed a bottle off a nearby desk and popped a pill into his mouth. "I'll be ready for more fun in no time."

"Disrobe and stand in front of Jess," Kyle ordered Erika.

Erika stood and bent down to remove her shoes and socks, then slid our of her yoga pants and tank-top. She wore black panties and a pink sports bra underneath, which she quickly removed as well.

"Wow," Kyle said, impressed. "I mean, we all knew you worked out constantly. How could we not when you were always missing time in the lab. But I didn't know it was paying off this well," Kyle complimented Erika, who stood emotionless.