Erotic Deliriums 05
In the previous chapter, we discussed how my three companions and I managed to manipulate multiple women's sexual desires using brainwashing methods in a retrofitted movie theater.
The four of us, the creators of this project, were delighted with the results. After studying for over a year, we incorporated ancient pagan magic, mystical rituals, orgies, and Satanist practices, along with modern approaches like hypnosis, hallucinogenic states through visual, auditory, and olfactory stimuli. There were no drugs involved.
We'd had plenty of experience dating women, including married ones, yet we craved something more. We wanted to take it to the next level by manipulating their minds into submitting to our desires sexually without their consent once the experience was over.
For the first round, we experimented with approximately eighty females in a dilapidated cinema. We led them into sensual trances by rapidly displaying images, bright lights, flashing colors, tempting aromas, erotic music, and repetitive mantras in a low-lit environment. Consequently, they complied with our requests to masturbate, undress, and engage in various sexual activities like oral and vaginal sex.
This was a mind-boggling experience, almost like science fiction, but it was real. For several weeks, we savored the joy of orchestrating the events of manipulating women into lustful ecstasy while they had no recollection of the events afterward.
Overjoyed, we meticulously analyzed the process to advance our skills and mastery over the female psyche.
Our initial two large-scale tests had yielded positive outcomes. Now, we decided to take it a step further, by conducting experiments on altered perceptions with fewer participants.
Klaus, Jordan, Albert, and I (Karl) invited three female friends, none of whom were students like us. Two were single women aged 35 and 37, a newlywed, and a schoolteacher. We told them it was a meeting to show them cutting-edge virtual reality technology without revealing the true motives, as we wanted them entranced and unable to resist our control.
One man, one woman, all in altered, non-lucid states.
We took them to a rundown cinema in an old part of town, where we'd set everything up for the experience. We chatted casually, smoked e-cigarettes, and served each of them a shot of our favorite brandy to relax. No sex was allowed yet.
As instructed, they sat down, separated by two chairs each, and we dimmed the room to create a cozy, warm ambiance. We placed glasses for displaying projections of various visual, auditory, and olfactory stimuli.
We initiated the process by showing them gentle, calming projections designed to make them feel relaxed and open to our suggestions. This would lead them into an altered state of consciousness.
As they relaxed, we exerted control over their minds, issuing commands, like telling them to place their middle fingers in their mouths.
They followed orders without complaint, sucking on their fingers as if they were being blown by a penis.
We then told them that their breasts were abundant and full of milk, and they should drain their breasts by suckling on them.
All four of them obediently opened their shirts and removed their bras, exposing their ample, white breasts of various shapes and sizes.
It was a mesmerizing sight, watching their breasts sway and move as they expressed milk and squeezed their nipples.
We placed our mouths on their nipples and gently sucked them, as if they were breastfeeding. They were aroused, yet acceptance and pleasure radiated from them.
Our planned experiment was a resounding triumph.
After allowing the women to squeeze their breasts for several minutes, we moved on to the next level of the programming. The command given was for them to lift their skirts and show their panties.
Seated in the armchairs, with covered eyes and bombarded by constant, frantic stimuli, leading them to a reality only present in their minds free from societal constraints and decorum and modesty rules, they sensually lifted their dresses. Standing in front of us, exhibiting their panties. Alluring, simple, and lovely. Teacher's black, lace panties were beautiful. Mayla's and Evelyn's were white, while Anelise's, the bride, wore an exciting yellow G-string piece of lingerie.
We proposed that they spread their legs wide for a massage and informed them that a professional masseur was arriving.
They leaned back further in the armchairs and spread their legs wide apart.
We squatted in front of their open thighs, about nine inches away from their crotches. Viewing the tight, unobstructed panties, allowing a vivid view of the design of the women's pussy profiles printed on fine fabrics and taking in the typical, alluring aroma of female genitalia.
We began running our hands on their thighs, caressing their smooth, warm, and soft legs. They remained at ease, without any reactions or constraints, their minds altered with heightened perceptions.
Upon seeing their pussies for the first time, they were gorgeous and incredibly provocative. The slit between Raika's legs captured our attention and attracted us more than any other; she was the teacher. Observing a married teacher's hairy pussy is arousing, especially when she remains unaware of it.
We removed their panties and, with them now naked between their legs, we felt more intensely the aromas emanating from their already moist pussies.
Raika, Mayla, and Evelyn had ample hair on their vulvas. Teacher's cunt hair was golden, while the two students had black hair. Anelise, the one getting married, adhered to the style of keeping her pubic hair shaved. Spotting the visibly juicy and well-connected labia majora of their vaginas.
We allowed the smell of their pussies to permeate our noses, increasing our arousal and exchanging nods and significant looks with our colleagues, approving of our plans. We brought our faces very close to their groins and kissed their vaginas.
We kissed, once, twice, three, four times, licked, and suck. A spirited celebration, four senior students performing oral sex on beautiful pussies. Focusing primarily on their sensitive, soft, and smooth clitorises.
The four women writhed and climaxed, yielding to the pleasure in an involuntary, disconnected manner, while the stimulation of their altered perceptions persisted.
"They've lost their minds, ready to be fucked," I declared unequivocally, explicitly, and objectively to my colleagues. They agreed.
It was a remarkable experience. The four women experienced an artificial experience in their programmed minds, blissfully unaware of our authority over them.
We extracted our erect penises from our trousers, inserted them into their exposed vaginas, and committed to a half-hour of female-pleasing intercourse. Maintaining steady motion, penetrating their pussies deeply and returning, providing satisfaction and climaxing almost simultaneously.
"The massages are completed. Masseurs are gone. Prepare to return from your mental journey," I instructed.
The four women dressed and left. Safe from any obligations or suspicions.
Throughout the ensuing minutes, the sensations and pleasures were eradicated, and consciousness and perception were restored to the real world. They recalled pleasant conditions and intense sensations, but failed to recall the incident.
They expressed a desire to return.
Satisfactory. We'd manipulated them.
Conducting ourselves like wild satyrs, treating the unconscious nymphs under our control as our possessions and dominion.
We engaged in unprotected penile-vaginal intercourse. Exposed. And thoroughly enjoying the experience.
They dressed and departed. Remaining immune to any suspicions.
But they returned home. The mental euphoria subsided. They undressed, visited the bathroom, urinated, showered, and changed their clothes.
The following day, Raika summoned me. She briefly requested my presence in her office. She greeted me without warmth, treating me without friendliness or affection. [Regarding the specific day:] It was sudden, unexpected, and angst-filled. [Receiving me:] She received me without any pleasantries or expressions of kindness.
She handed me an envelope and stated bluntly, "Now younger man, describe for me what's inside. I won't tolerate dishonesty or deception."
I opened it to reveal her black underwear – the same she wore yesterday. Soaked with moisture and bearing significant yellow stains.
A wave of embarrassment washed over me, making it difficult to speak.
"No need for words," she said, "I've been reading up on your sensitivity-enhancing technologies this morning. I know exactly what happened: we enjoyed a seemingly innocent, innocent encounter, but in reality, you and your group have taken advantage of us for your notorious purposes.
I looked down at the underwear, feeling ashamed.
"No need to deny or lie. I realized the situation as soon as I got home, and my husband's silence only confirms it. I walked into our home with semen seeping from between my legs. My pussy saturated with this sticky substance. Seme covered my thighs.
She was expressing fury, uttering threats.
"I'm aware that your group has committed crimes: sexual abuse. You took advantage of these unwilling women to satisfy your cravings. You dishonored my marriage. I can have you and your friends thrown in jail for years without parole. You'll be cut off from higher education. Not in this country, no. You're doomed to leave higher education altogether."
As she spoke the truth, I began to tremble with fear. We had made a grave mistake.
However, her fury was a facade. And her anger, too.
"Still, you're clever. I acknowledged that, and I can't deny it. I spoke with the other girls. Like me, they were initially scared by the removal of the illusion techniques and feeling their wet, impregnated pussies. The panties dripping with cum. Each of them had been violated, just as I was.
But they were curious, excited. They had been raped and desired to understand how and why they delighted in it so much."
I relaxed. They were drawn to the experience and wanted to learn more. The legal threats against us were removed. Their excitement and curiosity replaced their terror.
I smiled, knowing our erotic endeavor had continued to take them by surprise.
Raika announced we'd have a meeting with the girls in her room this afternoon at 5 pm.
"Don't be late, be prompt, and try to enlighten us."
We were kickstarting another chapter of our mystical and scientific erotic journey.
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