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Archive-title: Amplifier, The - A Mind Control Fantasy





Jerry Gilman yawned and wiped his face with a towel.  He stared blearily

at his watch.  Slowly, his eyes focused on the face. 2:30 A.M. He

carefully put down the soldering iron and stared at the device on his

bench.



The Amplifier didn't look like much.  A tangle of wiring and integrated

circuits.  In the center was one of the new room-temperature

superconducing chips.  He'd had to scrounge it from the University's

Supplies Department...well, he thought...steal it, really.



The idea had come to him one day as he worked on his PhD thesis.  He was

working on a double doctorate, Cognitive Science and Electronics.  His

thesis had to do with 'coupling' to brain signals.  Originally, he'd

expected the work to lead to better EEG machines.



But a breakthrough had happened.  Jerry had realized that there were two

sides to communicating with the brain.  And the new superconductors...He

had been working like a fiend for two months.  He hadn't mentioned it to

his thesis advisors--the implications were too huge.  So he'd had to

pretend to be working on his original thesis.  This amounted to two

full-time jobs, and the effort was beginning to tell on him.



He shut everything down and went to his apartment to crash.  He slept

for 48 hours straight, then returned to the lab.



In the light of day, the Amplifier looked even less imposing.  His

calculations and tests said it should work.  But would it?



He placed the Amp into a small plastic box and put the unit in his

pocket.  In the other pocket went the heavy battery pack which would

power it.  Grunting, he made a note to work on minimizing the power

requirements.  A fine wire ran under his shirt, up his neck, and to a

small adhesive patch on his temple.  He covered the patch with a cap.



Inspecting himself in the mirror, he decided the set-up was unobtrusive

enough.  Only the thin wire was visible.  He strolled outside onto the

campus.  It was a sunny, bright day, and the green quadrangle was filled

with students.  Jerry switched on the Amplifier.  He staggered, almost

fell to his knees.  A wave of thoughts and emotions surged through his

mind. Frantically, he fumbled for the gain control.  At last, he had

adjusted the Amp so that he could deal with the input.



He explored the gain and other controls.  He discovered that he could

control the range of the Amp, from a few feet to hundreds of yards.  As

a mere novice, he decided to keep the range short for now.



More confident, Jerry wandered the campus, feeling a secret exaltation

at being able to literally read minds.  With the Amp, he could penetrate

the thoughts of anyone within the device's range.  Surface thoughts,

deep thoughts, emotions, everything.



He had considered himself to be a cynic; thought that nothing he could

possibly encounter would shock or surprise him.  He was wrong.  After a

few hours, he switched off the Amp and returned to his apartment,

shaking his head at the primordial swamp of lust which surrounded him.

Tomorrow, he would experiment with the second function of the Amplifier.

He plugged the battery pack into a charger and switched on his computer.

He had some ideas for reducing the size and power needs of the device.



The following day, Jerry again attached the electrode to his temple and

put the device in his jacket pocket.  He paused, briefly feeling

butterflies. "Calm down, Jer," he told himself.  "What can happen? If it

doesn't work, nobody will know.  And if it does...if it does..."



His first subject had been selected long before.  Bonnie Tsunishi, his

department secretary.  She was a beautiful oriental, about 20 years old.

She treated Jerry with a combination of amusement and barely-concealed

contempt.  To Bonnie, Jerry was just another unattractive nerd, his work

inexplicable, uninteresting, and impenetrable--a giant bore.



He knew she usually arrived at her desk at 7:30 A.M., an hour and a half

before most others were due to arrive.  So at 7:32 Jerry entered the

building and walked to Bonnie's office.  He strolled past her door, just

to make sure she was there.  He continued a few feet down the corridor

and paused to switch on the Amp.  He adjusted the gain.



Reading her mind was easy since there were no others nearby to generate

'background noise'.  Jerry stood for a few minutes, rummaging through

her thoughts and desires without her knowledge.  Then he took a deep

breath and thumbed the button on the Amp labeled "transmit".



Carefully, delicately, he projected a tiny tendril of thought towards

Bonnie's mind.  Now he was in her mind.  Jerry was shocked and elated at

how easy it had been. The girl still showed no sign of knowing anything

was happening to her.  A test.  Jerry wanted to influence her thoughts

without her being aware of it.  He grinned.  Stepping into a shadowed

office, he formed the thought, projected it.



Bonnie came running out of her office, rushing towards the ladies room.

Jerry had transmitted the feeling of severe bladder pressure.  And she

had responded!  Jerry was elated.  He had, in a sense, controlled

Bonnie--made her obey his will instead of her own.  True, it was only by

projecting a sense impression...but it had worked--and it was a start.



When she returned, Jerry tried a few other experiments.  With each test,

his ability and technique improved.  Finally, he decided to try a really

big test.  He walked directly into her office, but she did not see him.

He had commanded her mind to ignore his presence.  As far as Bonnie was

concerned, he was invisible.  Grinning, he projected another thought.

The lovely girl stood up and removed her clothes.  She believed that

she was in her bedroom, preparing for bed.  Now he had her turn around,

slowly, as he admired her.  Finally, fearing that others would soon

arrive, he had her dress once again and return to her office routine.

She recalled nothing of this bizzare interlude; Jerry had wiped her

memory of the entire episode.



He went to his lab, heart pounding.  It worked!  With the Amp, he could

read the mind of anyone he wished, and control the mind of anyone as

well!  His experiments on Bonnie had shown that the Amp's power was

virtually unlimited.  He could control thoughts, behavior, beliefs, and

memories.  When he remembered to switch the device off, his hand was

shaking.



Over the next several days, Jerry worked feverishly on the Mark II Amp.

The new device occupied less than a cubic centimeter.  He built it into

the frame of a pair of glasses.  The pick-up was improved, too; he no

longer needed the adhesive patch. It was ready to be tested.  Today was

Friday; at 3:00 P.M. he was ready.



Wearing the new glasses, Jerry decided that Bonnie would continue to be

the experimental subject as he tested the new unit.  Now more confident

in the power of the Amp, he simply walked into her office and extended a

mental tendril into her mind.  "Bonnie, please come with me," he

ordered, and she stood and followed him without a word.  He had her

drive him to her apartment.  Inside, without a single word from Jerry,

Bonnie removed her clothing--except for a pair of tiny nylon panties--

and knelt before him.



For the rest of the weekend, Jerry used the Amplifier--and Bonnie--to

their limits.  He spent the time alternately using Bonnie's body and

programming her mind.  After hours under the full power of the Amp, and

the detailed and inventive control of Jerry's imagination, Bonnie was

transformed.



If anyone had been watching, he would have witnessed an amazing weekend.

Between periodic bouts of sex, Bonnie appeared to sleep.  Sometimes she

lay curled with her head in Jerry's lap.  At other times he held her

head and face, looking into her eyes, which were wide with awe and

wonder.  But during these times, instructions, programs, symbols, and

commands were flooding into her brain--into her mind.  She was

entranced--completely in thrall to the power of Jerry's Amplified mind.

Like a child in the hands of a god, Bonnie was helpless to resist.  Her

mind was like plastic, like soft clay, in the hands of the molder.



Jerry explored Bonnie's mind and body deeply and completely.  Soon he

knew her more intimately than any man had ever known any woman; she had

no secrets from him, could have no secrets from him.  Bonnie's mind was

violated more thoroughly than her body.  Under the power of the Amp, her

mind was altered, transformed, and remodeled to Jerry's whim.



She awoke on Monday as Jerry's helpless and devoted sex slave.  She was

deeply in love with him, had always loved him, and could not imagine any

other situation.  She was obedient; submissive and eager to do anything

her Master desired.  She knew how he'd altered her; she was fully aware

that her condition was artificial, but she loved it, and simply could

not even think of resisting him or disobeying.



Other changes, less obvious, had been made in her mind--and body--as

Jerry had thought of them.  Bonnie now had an almost infinite capacity

for oral sex.  Her gag reflex had been totally suppressed--at least when

his penis was in her throat.  And he had programmed her to believe that

she was addicted to his semen--that she would die without regular doses

of it.



As Bonnie joyously, langorously, gave head this morning, Jerry told her,

"You are only the first of my slaves, Bonnie.  There will be many

others, all serving me as you do.  But you will always be special, for

you were chosen as the first of my servants."



"Oh, yes, Lord, thank you," she cooed, then returned to her slow bobbing

on his cock.



It was Monday; he had his new toy call in 'sick'.  He called her to his

side, and she ran to him, kneeling before him.  He smiled down at her,

admiring the curve of her neck as she bowed her head.  She was dressed

only in tiny blue nylon panties and a pair of panty-hose.



"Bonnie, I want you to think about all the girls you know, your friends

and acquaintances."



"Yes, Master."



"Can you tell me which are the sexiest, the most beautiful?"



"Oh, Yes, Lord.  I think Wendy Michaels...and Susie Chin...and Brenda

Conners..."



"Fine.  Are they students?"



"Susie and Brenda are. Wendy works at Nordstrom's".



"Good.  Wendy is probably at work.  I want you to call Susie and Brenda,

and invite them over.  Don't say why."



Bonnie went to the phone and began dialing.



"Susie? Hi. Can you come over?  Oh, nothing much...but I've got

something you've _got_ to see!  OK, I'll be here...bye."



"Brenda? It's Bonnie.  Can you drop by?  It's not important, but I want

to share something with you.  OK. Bye."



She turned to Jerry.  "Brenda is coming right over.  Susie has some

things to do; she said she'll be over later."



"Excellent, slave.  Go and unlock the front door. Then you may pass the

time while we wait for Brenda by licking my cock."



And Bonnie spent twenty minutes, sweetly and gently licking and sucking.

When Brenda knocked, Bonnie looked up at her owner.



"Tell her to come right in," he ordered.  She did.



Brenda walked right in and stopped, stunned by the scene before

her--because Bonnie was still servicing Jerry's cock.  Jerry looked up

at her and smiled.



"You cannot move, and you cannot speak.  You will stand right there, and

watch Bonnie give service," he ordered, and Brenda was compelled to do

exactly that.



As Bonnie continued her sucking, Jerry looked over the newcomer.

Blonde, about 5'4, trim and tanned.  Big brown eyes.  Her tits, while

not large, were firm, and her thighs were muscular and tight.  Brenda

was wearing a short skirt and sweater, and Jerry was very interested in

what was underneath.



"Brenda, lift your skirt for me."  She did.  Jerry grinned at the shiny

nylon panties she wore.  "Very nice.  Now turn around slowly."

Helpless, she pirouetted.  "Lovely ass.  I'm going to enjoy that," he

told the mute victim.



Ten minutes later, Bonnie had a mouthful of Jerry-sperm, and was lazily

kissing and stroking his rapidly-softening cock.



"Bonnie, tell Brenda what has happened to you."



Bonnie smiled happily.  "Brenda, I am Jerry's slave, and you will be his

slave too!  I belong to him; I was born to obey and serve him.  I know

you will be as happy as I am when you join us!"



Jerry told Brenda, "You can speak--softly--now, but you are still frozen

right there."



Brenda, still holding her skirt up (as she had not been commanded to

lower it) said heatedly, "Let me go, you creep!  I don't know what

you've done to Bonnie, but you'd better not lay a paw on me!  I'll never

do anything to help you, and I'll do anything I can to save Bonnie from

you!"



"Hmmm. Sure.  Why not?  Go ahead, talk to Bonnie; try to reason with

her. If you can convince her, make her see that this is wrong, I'll let

you both go."



To Bonnie: "Go over to Brenda and listen to her. She has something she

wants to say to you."



For half an hour, the panty-clad slave and the frozen girl talked.

Brenda argued.  She pleaded.  She reasoned.  Bonnie listened politely

but was simply immune to Brenda's logic.  As far as she was concerned,

Brenda was speaking gibberish, when she talked of feminism, women's

rights, self-esteem, and so on.  Bonnie only smiled sunnily, and

replied, "Yes, that's all very interesting, but I must serve my

Master", or "The Master owns me; my life and body and soul.  How could

anything else be right?"



Finally, Brenda gave up.  She wearily turned to Jerry, and said, "I

don't know what you did to her, but whatever it was, I'm not smart

enough to break through to her.  But you'll never do it to _me_!"



Jerry grinned.  "Why don't you look at yourself, girl?"



With a start, Brenda did so.  She found that she was completely naked,

with her clothing lying in a neat pile on the floor.



"I ordered your body to undress while you talked to Bonnie," he told

her.  "Now come over here."



Helplessly, struggling to resist, Brenda approached him, finally

standing before him, only a foot or two away.



"You are naked before me, girl, which is fitting as you are about to

begin a new life.  Kneel before me."  She did, helplessly.



Jerry reached out and touched her forehead.  The power of the Amp surged

forth.  And Brenda became as Bonnie, a willing and loving slave.



A little later, as he was exploring Brenda's mind and body, Susie

arrived. She was a petite asian girl, with small breasts but spectacular

legs and hips.  A similar scene to the one that had happened with Brenda

was played out, except that Jerry had Brenda play Bonnie's role as Susie

tried to 'talk her out of it'.  Bonnie stood by, giggling at Susie's

exchange with Brenda, occasionally commenting to Susie: "It's no use,

Susie, she will never listen," or "You'll understand soon, Susie, 'cause

you'll belong to our Master too!", or "Can't you see that we belong to

the Master, girl?"  Eventually, as had Brenda, Susie gave up.



Then Susie, too was totally controlled and joined Jerry's growing harem.



Later, he had Bonnie call Wendy and soon she had joined the group. Wendy

was a tall, lithe readhead, with incredibly long legs and ample tits.

She had the body of a dancer, and Jerry found that she indeed had once

dreamt of becoming a ballerina. Now she dreamt only of pleasing Jerry.



Jerry looked at his little harem with immense satisfaction.  They gazed

back at him lovingly, with nothing but complete adoration and submission

on their faces.  All three girls were dressed only in sexy lingerie, but

this was perfectly normal to them.  Jerry caressed and fondled their

bodies, his hands roving at will over tits, ass, and cunt, and they

sighed and stretched for him.  He put them through their paces as sexual

slaves, and their responses were perfect.  He was in Heaven, and so were

they.  The girls' programming actually made them rejoice when he thought

of a new way to use their bodies, or some other task they could perform

for him.  They leapt to do his bidding, eagerly performing the most

menial and degrading tasks for him.



And as they spent more time under his domination, his control over them

became ever deeper, more subtle, and more refined.  Soon, he found that

he barely needed to command them--they began to display an almost

telepathic ability to anticipate his needs and desires before he could

state them.





On Tuesday morning, he sent Bonnie off to work with a fond pat on her

firm rump.  Jerry planned to eventually have her quit her secretarial

job; however, for now, Bonnie had to keep her job, if only for

appearances sake. Wendy, too, returned to her job, with orders to

quit immediately. Using the amp, he put the other love toys to sleep.



Jerry again wandered the campus; this time, not as an observer but as a

predator on the prowl.  He used the Amp repeatedly, and each use

increased his skill and control.



As he wandered the campus, good looking females stopped what they were

doing and lifted their skirts for him.  He fondled and caressed them,

and then moved on.  Lowering their skirts, the girls went on with what

they had been doing, as if nothing had happened--and in fact, nothing

had, as far as they knew.



He entered a classroom.  Looking out at the seated students, he issued a

mental command:  all of the girls spread their legs.  No one seemed to

notice, not even the professor, who went on with his lecture without

missing a beat.  Jerry strolled through the classroom, pausing here and

there to inspect a particularly lovely girl. When he'd completed his

inspection, he caused two of the sexiest to stand and join him at the

back of the classroom.  He took them both, nosily, but the rest of the

students and the instructor didn't notice.  He returned the girls to

their seats, his semen still visible on their lips and hands.



He sauntered, unseen, into the girls' locker room in the gym.  The power

of the Amp ensured that none of the girls noticed him. He sat, grinning,

enjoying the numerous lovely views as girls disrobed for showers or

dressed after showers.  He spotted one lovely Freshman and his prick

became even harder than it already was.  She was petite, blonde, with

firm upthrust tits and remarkable hips and thighs.  He walked up to her,

sliding a tendril of control into her mind.  He read her instantly, with

ease. Her name was Laura.  He made some simple adjustments to her mind,

and allowed her to see him. "Hello, Laura," he said.



She showed no surprise at seeing a strange man seemingly appear out of

thin air, nor any embarassment at her state of undress before him, or

even any shock that a male was at large in the girls' locker room.  All

this seemed perfectly normal to her, courtesy of the Amp. For Laura,

Jerry was instantly her beloved, and she was his willing slave.



"Come with me," he ordered, and she followed him as if it were the most

natural thing in the world.  Finding a bench in the center of the locker

room, he ordered her to kneel and suck his cock.  Laura complied,

unzipping his pants and eagerly giving head.  As she did, he reached out

with his mind, altering the perceptions of all those nearby.  Girls

began to notice what was happening.  Ordinarily, there would have been

an outcry and attempts to put a stop to such 'inappropriate' behavior.

But the Amp altered the responses of all who noticed the proceedings.

They were compelled to draw near and watch.  Compelled, but not

willingly.  As Laura slurped and stroked, a dozen or more girls became

'stuck', standing helplessly nearby and watching.  Jerry could feel them

trying to resist, trying to pull away and call for help, but they could

not.



He looked down at the young girl.  Her whole conciousness, all of her

attention, was focused on his cock.  For Laura, nothing else existed,

nothing else mattered.  She existed to suck and pleasure this cock.

Jerry knew she would continue until she died, were he to command it.

Now he looked at the growing circle of half-clad girls, his unwilling

audience.  One by one, he mentally ordered them to display themselves to

him.  Those who were more fully clothed were forced to remove their

outer garments, retaining only panties and half-slips or panty-hose.

They turned, bent over, and performed other motions to allow Jerry to

evaluate their charms.  All did as commanded, but again unwillingly,

forced by the power of the Amp.



Jerry selected one of the women, a Junior named Julie.  She was a

long-legged brunette with milk-white skin and small, firm tits.  At his

mental command, she replaced Laura at his penis, and Laura took her

place in the circle of on-lookers.



Slowly, Jerry had the girls do a 'rotation', taking turns giving head.

Finally, he returned to Laura, who was rewarded by an enormous spurt of

semen.  She managed to swallow most of it, but some ran down her lips

and chin.



Finally, Jerry decided to try something really spectacular.  He

triggered all of the girls in the room to orgasm at the same time.  The

orgasm was so intense that none could remain standing.  He smiled, as he

watched the naked and semi-naked girls writhing and flopping on the tile

floor of the locker room, gasping for breath and sobbing with pleasure.

He noticed that, over by the entrance, several girls had just entered

the locker room and were still dressed in street clothing.  They too,

squirmed and spasmed on the floor, overcome with orgasm.



Satisfied, Jerry had one of the girls clean him up, and left the locker

room.  None of the girls remembered anything about what had happened

during his visit, but all of the most beautiful retained subconcious

mental programming which would bring them to him later.  Jerry smiled,

congratulating himself at the cleverness of this.  Whenever he wished,

he would trigger this program, and the girl would come, helplessly,

compulsively, to him.  They would resist, would fight, but the program

would bring them to him.  And then they would join his growing harem.



That night, Jerry amused himself with Bonnie, Wendy, Laura, and Julie.

He had programmed Laura and Julie exactly as he had Bonnie, and the

four girls served him joyously and eagerly. Brenda and Susie had been

sent out to buy sexy lingerie for themselves and the others.



He had his new slaves suggest the names of other girls to him, and they

eagerly compiled a list of the prettiest of their girlfriends.  Jerry

would add them to his 'family' in due course.



The following evening, he left his sex toys at home (for now, Bonnie's

apartment), and visited the girls' dormitory.



He walked into the lobby, where sat a Senior girl.  She was the 'dorm

proctor' who was supposed to prevent unauthorized males from gaining

entry.  The convention was that a male student would tell this attendant

who he wished to see, and the proctor would call the girl down to the

lobby.



The proctor, a plain girl named Carol, glanced up.  She saw a beautiful

coed, one she recognized as a resident, but for some reason she could

not quite recall her name.  This was Jerry, who was completely naked,

with his cock already stiffening in anticipation, wearing only the

glasses which contained his Amp.  Carol returned to her reading, never

thinking to offer a challenge to the 'girl' who passed by.



Jerry rode the elevator up to the top floor of the dorm. He figured he'd

work his way down.



He stepped out of the elevator, and grinned at the sight which greeted

him.  On the way up, he had used the Amp to issue 'instructions' to the

residents of the top floor.  Each girl now stood in the doorway to her

room.  Each was dressed in silky nylon panties or in a shortie night

gown. All stood at attention, their chests bare, eyes straight ahead,

like soldiers ready for inspection.



With a raging erection, Jerry commenced his 'review of the troops'.  He

slowly strolled down the hallway, pausing to look over the girl or girls

who occupied each dorm room.



One by one, he caressed and fondled the girls.  He read each one's mind,

and implanted deep programming in each one.  Sometimes, if he found a

truly beautiful girl, he would linger.  Once or twice he entered a

girl's dorm room and took her.



Finally, he had completed his 'review' of the floor.  At his silent

command, most of the girls returned to their rooms, having forgotten

completely everything which had occurred since he arrived.  A few, still

dressed in lingerie, followed him as he returned to the elevator.



The same scene was re-enacted on each of the floors below.  Finally,

Jerry emerged, still naked, on the ground floor.  Twenty young girls,

dressed in next to nothing, followed him helplessly.  The Amp ensured

that anyone observing this parade would see only modestly dressed

students, apparently bound for the library.



=========



Jerry had a new idea which he thought would nicely compliment the power

of his Amp.  After some experimentation, he found that he could record

and play back the mental impulses that the Amp produced.  He then built

a small device he called a "mind bomb".  It was a tiny but powerful Amp,

connected to one of the new gigabit memory chips and a bit of "glue"

circuitry.  The whole thing occupied about one cubic centimeter.  It

could record up to ten minutes of mental commands and programming, and

would "play back" the program upon receiving the correct signal.

Grinning, Jerry decided to give it a test.



He programmed the "bomb" and put it into a fancy ladies' wrist watch.

The trigger was connected to the wrist band.  If the band was closed,

the device would begin working.  Jerry also included a small

thermocouple, which would trigger the device when body heat warmed the

case.



Jennifer Michaels signed the UPS slip for the small box and carried it

inside her apartment.  Frowning slightly, she tried to figure out who

had sent her this package; she certainly hadn't ordered anything.

Shaking her lovely head, she opened the box.  Inside was a jewelry box

with a card.  The card said, "For A Pretty Lady", with no signature.

She opened the jewel box and found the watch.  It looked like a nice

one; she decided to try it on.



The instant she snapped the watch clasp close, the device was triggered.

A powerful blast of mental energy surged from the watch. Jennifer

gasped, staggered, and collapsed.



The device continued to emit its recorded program until its battery ran

down; Jennifer's mind absorbed the program like a sponge.



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