Being Mind-Controlled Sucks

Marissa Kelly was fuming as she walked out of Jason Roger’s office. Being carried down the hall though, it's obvious walked wasn’t exactly the right work. Every step Dr. Kelly took felt like she was twisting and turning in bed. She’s always carried herself with dignity and confident, so to be **** to roll her hips like she's begging to be ogled was….ugh. With each step her hips shot out to the side, and her tits jiggled noticeably within her loosened up top. She was all alone now, but this was going to be hell once she runs into someone else.

Even if walking was the right word, it’s arguable as to where she’s the one doing it. Try as she might, her legs just wouldn’t listen to her, and kept on strutting down their path. Not even just her legs though, her entire body was getting into it she realized. Her shoulders pulled back, rocking side to side slightly causing small shifts in her chest on the way. Arms at the side, not letting her carry the cardboard signs in front of her breasts like she wanted to. Even her eyes weren’t free, as attempting to look away from the path she was walking on just felt impossible. Like she was looking at it herself, and wanted to look away, but for some reason she wasn’t deciding to make that move.

That was maybe the worst part about this. She knew she was being mind controlled by Jason. She knew that this was horribly demeaning and she wanted to stop immediately. Despite this though, sashaying down the hall felt almost as if she was just…walking. It was frustrating knowing what she wanted to do and not being able to do it, but it was even worse not being able to tell what actions were hers and what was the programming. Of course she could tell which was which logically, since when she tries to stop it she simply couldn’t, but if Jason was more insidious he could have been much more subtle with it. If he did something minor like change her fashion sense it might be impossible for her to tell.

Giving her situation a little more thought, Dr. Kelly thinks over her work with Jason. The mind text is meant to speak directly to someone’s subconscious, which definitely seems to be the case. Something simple and mundane like walking is very hard to tell how you’re doing it, since you give it very little thought. Even now as she was distracting herself, it didn’t feel like she was being mind controlled. She was just walking. If she focuses in a little more she can tell it’s wrong, and unlike normal walking she can’t use her conscious mind to override it. So it’s only really clear what’s wrong because she’s actively thinking about it.

Meanwhile, sucking Jason’s dick was obviously wrong, and that didn’t feel nearly the same as this walking did. The walking was easy to lose track of as a mind controlled behavior, but blowing her colleague? It may as well have felt like she was trapped in a robot. It was still rather unsettling how much that robot acted like her though. Over the last few months, Dr. Kelly had hooked up with quite a few guys and got into the groove of enjoying dating again, and over that short time she had learned a lot about sucking dick. So when she had been **** to suck Jason’s dick, she took a backseat in her body and noticed lots of quirks in how her mouth was doing it’s job. Despite not exactly being home, her body used all of the same tricks she had learned. It was like she was watching, and being **** to experience, a perfect clone of her obeying him. That might be the best way for her to think about it really, since this is a part of her that’s obeying him. It’s just not a part of her that’s usually the visible part, and it usually listens to her instead of Jason.

Pulling her out of her thoughts, Marissa steps outside the building into the late evening air. Summer break has just ended, so lots of students new and old were milling about the campus, many of them heading to the dining hall it seemed. It was a Sunday night, so lots of clubs were active in the fields. A few joggers around the grass, lots of new faces. Marissa takes in the sights and starts heading down to the dining hall.

Wait…She’s going to the dining hall to find a student! It feels painfully obvious now, but while she was soaking in the sights she wasn’t just enjoying the late summer air, her subconscious was spying for girls to give the signs. To her, she just felt like she was looking around for no reason, if she didn't know her situation better she wouldn't have questioned it at all. Mortified, Marissa attempts to stop herself, yet her legs carry on. The panicked look on her face coupled with her seductive strut brought more than a few eyes, but right now she really couldn’t care less about that. She just had to stop Jason from ensnaring more people.

Unfortunately, shaking her head around and looking insane is the only resistance she can muster. Her hair even worse than before the only signs of struggle on her, as her body struts it’s way to the dining hall. She needed to find a way out of this immediately. Contacting the authorities wouldn’t help since she knows there’s nothing illegal about mind controlling people. If there was she would have never started this research in the first place. Possibly one of her friends could help, it may not be a crime but her friends wouldn’t let her become his sexdoll.

Taking a breath and trying to focus herself, Marissa notices a student openly staring at her. Blushing, her gaze snaps to him and he looks away from her immediately, trying to act natural as he sits on the bench. Marissa had gotten stares before and had usually shot them down, but honestly this time it was understandable. She couldn’t be upset that a guy stared at the woman strutting down the sidewalk with her tits out, and banging her head around like a maniac. Really anyone would stare. Walking up to him, he continues to toy with his phone, pretending not to notice her approach…Wait, why is she approaching?

“Were you staring at me?” Why was she confronting him about this? This had to be another thing Jason did to her, there’s no way this can be good. As he looks up in fear like a caught child, Marissa notices how she’s standing. Hip cocked to the side, uncomfortably close to the student, leaning over slightly. It’s like she was trying to seduce him, and it would have worked too given how his eyes are barely able to pull themselves from her chest.

“Uh, no- I wasn’t! What’s wrong?” He manages to stammer out, and Marissa feels a coy smile creep onto her face. Internally panicking, she can’t do anything else as her body continues on.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t strutting my ass and shaking my tits either! But if you were looking I wouldn’t be mad, I know this body is meant to be seen.” Oh god, what is she saying. This was like, the worst flirting she’s ever heard. Is this really how she sounds? Are men just that easy that she gets dates like this?

“Uh….” The student looks absolutely cornered, completely unprepared for this situation. Honestly, so was Marissa, but how she felt didn’t exactly matter right now.

“It’s ok, I know how it is with you men, I don’t blame you.” Marissa sees herself gesture to his crouch and she dies a little inside. Half of embarrassment, half of cringe. “If you ever want to see more of me though, find me at my office hours, I’m Dr. Marissa Kelly.” With that, she stands up from her bent posture, which had crept her cleavage closer and closer to his face as she stood above him. Sashaying away from him, she makes one last look back at the wide-eyed student before giving him a wink and setting her sights on the dining hall. Marissa couldn’t believe what just happened, she had never felt more humiliated in her life. Swearing that she’ll get her **** on Jason, her legs carry her to their destination, where she surveys some of the girls on the scene.

Looking around, Marissa sees lots of girls in typical summer wear. While she wasn’t critically analyzing them, she could tell by where her eyes drifted to that her subconscious definitely was. Finally it seemed that her subconscious made its decision. Approaching the dining hall was a short Asian student in modest clothes. A loose shirt with red cardigan, jeans, and sandals was walking towards her taking glances down at her phone. She wore glasses, a particularly stylish set, and her long black hair was impeccable made and framed her soft face perfectly. Her body didn’t exactly miss out on curves, but her beauty was definitely unmatched by many.

Not knowing why her subconscious picked this student, Marissa does her best to stop herself from approaching but once again is completely powerless.

“Run! Go away!” Yelling out to the student, all Marissa manages to do is confuse her before getting within reach. The student gives her a strange look, before Marissa holds out the sign to her and seals her fate.

“Hmm..? What’s this? $10 BLOW….jobs…….” As her hand extends to the sign, confusion, shock, and then nothingness fall over her face. Just like that, the first victim is taken and Marissa couldn’t do anything to stop it. Well, technically she was the first victim, but she was also the one who had the responsibility to stop it. It’s really her own foolishness that brought this upon everyone. With the first victim taken, Marissa is only able to mutter a soft apology to the unresponsive woman, eyes glazed over as they scan the board.

“I’m so sorry, I swear I’ll fix this!” Her body carrying her away, she’s left to wonder what happens to that girl as her subconscious begins the hunt again.