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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Exclusive
Summary: A reporter gets the goods on the shady dealings of a company
dealing in mind control pleasures, but the voluptuous head of the
company may have other ideas in mind for her.

Keywords: FF, mc, nc

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

Feedback welcome! Please email me at astraYOURngegeek@comMINDcast.net
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It's all here. All the evidence I need, right here in Lady Vixen's own
computer. My God. All the allegations are true. Every last one.

Misconduct. Unreported resistance. Forged waivers. Fabricated
permissions. Every one a gross violation of the Mind Control Regulatory
Act of 2046.

Quickly I pop the data crystal into the port and let it extract the
data. I lean back outside the soft glow of the screen, the only light
save for the twinkling of the city outside the huge windows behind me.

My initial sense of indignation gives way to euphoria. I have it. My
exclusive. I, Yvonne Fallon, will win the Pulitzer for this! An expose
that will topple the multi-trillion dollar empire that is Lady Vixen
Enterprises!

I did it myself. I get all the praise and all the glory. I tracked down
every contact and lead. They call themselves mind controllers, but I
manipulated them into leading me to this point. And now I will reap the
reward.

I never let them get me into a position where they could put me under.
Five years ago I went to a hypnotherapist to help me stop smoking, so I
know the tricks. I know the techniques. I avoided them all. If they
could not put me under, they could not plant triggers in me. They could
not stop me.

I smile at my cleverness. I have succeeded where others have failed. No
one before me ever got this far. And now I nearly have it all. I nearly
have my exclusive.

The download is finished. I snatch the crystal from the computer and
head around the side of the desk.

I stop when the lights abruptly come on.

"Now, fancy meeting you here, Miss Fallon."

I'm still blinking at the bright glare, but that low, sultry voice is
unmistakable. It sends a small shiver through me. But I do not need to
fear her. All her power resides with the ability to put me under, to
control my mind. Otherwise, she is powerless.

"You cannot stop me, Miss Vixen," I tell her.

"Oh?"

That single syllable rivets my attention on her. My breath catches.
She's beautiful. The vids don't do her justice. Midnight-black hair
done in gentle waves over her shoulders and down her back. Shapely body
wrapped in a tight red blouse, the buttons seemingly about to pop off
over her bosom. Hip-hugging skirt. Silky black stockings that wrap her
long legs like a second skin. Four-inch heel shoes, also red.

"If you try to use violence on me, you will make this worse," I tell
her.

Lady Vixen smiles. Another little shiver goes through me. "Violence?
Why would I use violence on you, Miss Fallon?"

I swallow. My heart is hammering in my chest. Why is she affecting me
like this? I cannot be this nervous.

She steps further into the room. My eyes dart down to her long, lovely
legs as they swing with each step, then rise to her hips as they sway
in so sexy a manner back and forth. My breath quickens as she
approaches. I feel flushed and back up a step. She circles around me,
all the while giving me that smile and keeping her eyes on me.

I turn with her as she steps behind the desk and sits down. She leans
back in her chair and steeples her fingers.

I don't understand.

I look towards the door to the office. It's open. I can leave. Free and
clear, and with the evidence. She is making no move to stop me.

"Something the matter, Miss Fallon?"

I look back towards her. I'm panting lightly. I can't get myself to
respond. What's wrong with me?

"You wanted to leave, did you not?"

"Leave?" I say in a small voice, like it's a foreign concept to me.
"Yes."

"After all, you said yourself ... " She leans forward. Her breasts
shift under her blouse. She isn't wearing a bra. I feel a tingling
sensation in my nether regions. " ... I cannot stop you."

I take a few deep breaths but it does little to calm me. "No, you
can't."

Her lips curl into a chilling, wicked grin. "I won't have to," she says
in a husky voice.

I feel my body quiver and a sensual sigh escapes my lips. Slowly, with
difficulty, I pull my eyes from her and turn towards the door.

With her no longer in my sight, it's a little easier. I start for the
door. My legs feel heavy. Already I know something is very wrong.

"But if you go, you will not know /desire/ as it can truly be
experienced."

I stop. I start to tremble. I feel hot all over. It concentrates
between my legs.

I wait for her to say something else. It's like ... it's like I /want/
her to say something else. Like I'm anticipating it. No, this ... this
isn't right.

Finally, I manage to move again. It's even harder. The door seems miles
away.

"Do you know what it is like to experience intense /pleasure/, Miss
Fallon?"

It comes over me like a wave, softly flooding my body. I quiver as it
feels like ripples over my skin. Tiny hot flashes play in my sex and on
my nipples. When I try to move again, I feel steamy moisture in my
pussy.

I don't understand. What's happening to me? I never went under. I never
did. These can't be triggers. They can't ...

"Or to feel your body consumed with mind-numbing /lust/ ..."

I stagger and fall to my knees, and then on all fours. My straight,
blond hair falls to either side, brushing the floor. The data crystal
has fallen from my hand. My pussy and my nipples throb, sending more
waves that crash through my body. I can barely think. I can't move. All
I can do is feel, feel the intense sexual pleasure overcoming me.

"Or to truly let yourself go and experience pure, erotic /bliss/ ..."

I cry out as I cum, my cunt convulsing, the intensity of my throbbing
ecstasy blocking out all other thoughts. My orgasm takes my body and my
mind. For that moment, there is nothing else. There is not even me,
only a soul drowning in a sea of pleasure.

I have no idea how much times passes. When my climax fades, I am left
panting, my pussy still aching for more, and Lady Vixen standing
nearby.

I shift my eyes to her legs. Her wonderfully sexy legs. I could keep
watching them forever.

Suddenly I feel a touch. It is very light, a single finger pressing
into my back below my neck. She slides the fingertip along my body.
Even through my blouse, I shiver at her touch, a small, quavering moan
escaping between my barely-parted lips. My pussy throbs in need again.
I desperately try to hold on to coherent thought. It is a losing
battle.

"I've had this company for ten years, Miss Fallon," Lady Vixen says. I
moan at the sound of her sultry voice. "Do you know how I manage this?
By knowing who my enemies are. As early as possible. As early as ... oh
... five years before they may be ready to strike at me."

She reaches the small of my back. I'm shaking with desire. She places a
hand on one of my ass cheeks and squeezes. I cry out as I cum again.
More of my will slips away. Before, I could think of escape but could
not do it. Now I cannot even think it. And as my orgasm fades, still I
crave more.

She removes her hand. I whimper at the loss of her touch.

"Stand up, Miss Fallon."

I want to resist her. I manage it only for a few seconds. My will is
too weakened by the intensity of the pleasures she has shown me, and
the anticipation of more. I slowly rise to my feet, my legs trembling,
my pussy hot and wet.

She speaks to me again. "A hypnotherapist. One who can be properly
influenced. One who sees it very worth his while to agree to a few ...
adjustments ... to the therapy a very ambitious young reporter. A
reporter that just might get it in her head to do a story on me
someday. Undress yourself, Miss Fallon."

I begin to take off my clothes. At the same time I know this to be
wrong, that this is humiliating me beyond belief, I also feel renewed
waves of pleasure ripple through my body in anticipation of being naked
and helpless before her.

"And as a result ..." My blouse and bra fall away. She squeezes one of
my breasts, and I shudder with erotic delight. " ... a single trigger
phrase can put you back into a deep trance at any time, and leave you
with no memory of it ever happening."

She pauses and whispers hotly and huskily into my ear, "Guess how we
used that ... all your little meetings ... all your contacts ... each
putting one more trigger into your pretty, blond head ..."

I whimper, both in intense, burning sexual need, and in utter despair
as I push the rest of the clothes from my body.

I stand before her, struggling to hold on to my mind, to stop myself
from falling completely away. I hold on to my thoughts viciously,
reminding myself of why I am here, and what I had intended to do.

Lady Vixen touches my cheek gently with her hand. I whimper again,
begging softly for a more intimate touch. She smiles at me and cups my
chin, lifting my gaze to hers. I look into her gorgeous eyes of liquid
violet fire.

"You wanted your exclusive, Miss Fallon, didn't you?"

I am compelled to answer her. "Y-yes ..." I say in a soft, breathless
voice.

"Then you should thank me for giving it to you."

"Thank you ... but ... you? You did ...?" I could barely hold more than
three words in my head any given moment. I could not speak above a
whisper.

"Oh, yes. I led you here every step of the way. It was easier to
eliminate you that way."

A sense of cold dread flitted through the part of my mind not consumed
by lust and desire. "Then ... the data ... it's fake ...?"

"Oh, no, Miss Fallon. I said I gave you an exclusive, and I did.
Everything is true. Every bit of it."

"You ... you're enslaving women ... against their wishes ..."

Her lips curled into a wicked grin. "Why, Miss Fallon, you're not up on
the latest psychological research. All women harbor a secret desire to
be /subservient/ ... to be a /slave/ ... to be /submissive/ ..."

A low, soft moan escapes my lips. I feel what little of my will remains
draining away as she triggers that last part of my transformation. And
in a cruel final twist, my memories of me, and what I had come to do,
remain with me. They remain locked away, unable to resist the now
all-consuming desire to submit, to be obedient, and to experience
pleasure.

She touches my pussy. I cry out sweetly as I cum, beautiful sensual
delight radiating through my body, my mind turning to complete and
utter bliss.

Her words come to me as if in a dream. "All I do is bring that out. As
I have with you. Isn't that right, Miss Fallon?"

"Yessss," I breathe, and smile softly at her.

Lady Vixen pulls out her cell phone.

"This is Lady Vixen. Come to my office. I have another Pleasure Unit
for you. She just needs a small bit of conditioning. Most of the work
is done."

She snaps it closed and looks at me.

"Think of it this way, Miss Fallon. This is another chance at an
exclusive." Her lips curl into a smirk. "At least that's the reason
that will appear on your permission form. A five year commitment. The
inside story on being a sex slave. That should be long enough for the
pleasure that you experience between now and then to leave a permanent
impression on your mind. It will be a little harder for you to say
anything disparaging about our company with the lingering memories of
so many wonderful orgasms permanently etched into your brain."

She pauses.

"And who knows ... you may like being a Pleasure Unit so much, you'll
just want to do it again. And we will more than happy to oblige you."

She steps back over to her desk for a moment. When she returns, she
carries something small and cylindrical, with rounded ends and thin
straps.

"Spread your feet apart."

I obey her eagerly. She presses the cylinder to my pussy, making me
moan. She secures the straps around me so that the object remains
pressed to me.

"This will keep you quiescent until the boys from conditioning arrive."

She taps the object once with her finger. It vibrates softly. I moan
constantly as I am overcome with little waves and ripples of erotic
delight. Occasionally, I cum softly. I am in ecstasy. I never want it
to stop.

And yet ... somewhere inside me ... a small chill radiates through my
body and mind over what I had just become.

And all for an exclusive I will never be able to report.



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