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Heiress
by Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)
with Adrien Bobst

***

A your woman is the target of a mind control plot. (FFM, 
mc, preg)

***

Scene I

Leigh was feeling a bit tired after cramming for a test 
the night before as she walked across campus. She 
crossed her arms holding her books tightly to her chest 
and filed into her Media Issues in American Pop Culture 
class. Today there was a guest lecturer on The Marketing 
and Effects of Hypnosis on Modern Media. In preparation, 
the class was to prepare a short essay on what they 
recognized to be effective hypnosis techniques used by 
the media. Leigh was proud of her essay as she turned it 
in. Unlike the other students, she did several hours of 
research on hypnosis in the media and came to several 
well thought out conclusions.

The man at the podium, Professor David Perlman, was 
good-looking, Leigh thought. As she sat only about five 
rows back, she was able to study him without straining. 
Not too so good looking as to be vain, but pleasant to 
look at. She guessed he was in his mid-thirties; light 
brown hair, understated wire rimmed glasses, maroon 
shirt with khaki pants. Very distinguished, she thought. 
She enjoyed listening to his voice. It was smooth, 
genuine, nice. She found herself drifting off while 
listening to his words.

She was snapped back into reality by the applause of the 
class. She quickly began clapping, feeling a bit 
embarrassed about not paying attention to the 
professor's lecture. Leigh's embarrassment was soon 
extinguished when she remembered her essay and how hard 
she worked on it. She began to walk out the doors when a 
voice called out, "Miss Walters!" She spun around to see 
who it was. Professor Perlman walked up to her holding 
her essay.

"Leigh Walters, right?" The professor asked.

Leigh was a bit taken aback. "Yeah... I mean yes, I am."

"I just wanted to say that I was impressed by your 
essay." Professor Perlman spoke with the same calm, 
relaxing tones he used during the lecture.

"How did you have time to read it already," Leigh said 
surprised.

"Well, I looked over a couple of them before my lecture 
to see if I was going to be repeating things everyone 
already knew. I am fascinated with your conclusions and 
was hoping I could use some of the points brought up in 
your essay at a meeting I am having at my house later 
this evening."

Leigh was stunned. She could not believe what she was 
hearing. After three years of attending college and the 
countless hours of course work, projects and essays, she 
never had a professor praise her work so highly. She 
also had the sense like the professor was coming onto 
her. She had never thought of herself as a desirable 
girl; actually, she was rather plain looking. This was 
all too flattering. She softly chuckled to herself. 
"Sure. Yes. I have no problem with that. Um ... do you 
need my sourses?"

"Yes, that would help me." He handed Leigh his business 
card. "My e-mail address is on there. If you could send 
me those by 4:00, I would appreciate it."

"Sure. I'll take care of it as soon as I get home." 
Leigh felt stupid. She felt like a giddy schoolgirl. 
When the professor turned around and headed back to the 
podium, Leigh was disappointed. Not as though she really 
expected anything to happen, but still, a glimmer of 
hope was there. Her life was so uneventful since she 
came to school, consisting of classes, studying and 
being alone. She had a couple of boyfriends in the past, 
but no one for a long period of time. They found her 
boring. She felt it much easier to keep people at arm’s 
length anyway. After her parents died, leaving her a 
rather sizable inheritance, she always felt self-
conscious, even though she did not advertise her wealth 
to anyone. But somehow, she found an interest in this 
guest lecturer, Professor David Perlman.

Leigh made a disappointing face and turned to go, when 
Professor Perlman approached her.

"I have an idea," he said. He looked directly into her 
eyes. His voice dropped slightly and he spoke softly. 
"Why don't you come over tonight? My colleagues would 
love to meet you."

Leigh felt a strange sensation come over her. It was 
warm, calming. She felt a bit woozy. She could not take 
her eyes off of his. Leigh took a breath and said,

"Yes... I will."

"Go to the address listed on the card at 6:00 p.m. I 
will be waiting for you then." He stepped closer to her, 
looking down on her glazed face. "Do not be late."

"Yes... Master."

Professor Perlman stood for a few seconds longer, then 
turned to gather his things at the podium. Slowly, Leigh 
found herself returning back to reality. She shook her 
head. The warm feeling had passed. "What was that?" she 
wondered. "I don't know," she answered herself, "but I 
liked it."


Scene II

Leigh did not do any homework that evening, which was 
unusual for her. She found it easier to do homework 
every night, even the weekend, so she could keep on top 
of her studies. She was carrying over 32 credit hours 
this semester, two more than last semester, and with no 
social life, her 3.9 grade point average was the center 
of her pride.

Instead, after her classes Leigh went by Analiese, a 
boutique centered in the trendy part of town. She 
remembered her mother talking about going there when she 
needed something to wear for a special occasion. And 
Leigh always remembered her mother looking fabulous in 
whatever she purchased at Analiese. She had not thought 
about her parents recently. They were killed in a car 
accident almost six years ago. Until she was eighteen, 
her parents' estate was handled exclusively by the 
family attorney, Brad DeMarco. Leigh never really liked 
Mr. DeMarco. She could never put her finger on it, but 
she never did trust him. Fortunately, after Leigh took 
over the estate, she had not had to see or hear from Mr. 
DeMarco, which is just how she liked it.

Leigh came home to her apartment with a cream colored, 
low cut, slip style dress she purchased at Analiese. It 
had embellishments and lace all over the bodice. She had 
never thought of purchasing something so revealing in 
all her life, let alone spending that kind of money on 
it. But it felt good.

Putting the dress, she admired herself in the mirror. 
"Boy," she thought, "I DO look good. I have a chest and 
a waist. Professor Perlman is going to be impressed!" 
She also put makeup and perfume on and found some high-
heeled shoes to wear. She could not wait to go to the 
meeting.

Leigh pulled her car up to the guard house outside of 
the address Professor Perlman gave her. On hearing her 
name, the guard let her in. A valet took her car at the 
front entrance. The house looked like an early twentieth 
century Tudor, not too ostentatious but well taken care 
of. A man came out of the house to met her by her car, 
then led her into the study and asked her to wait. Leigh 
had a million butterflies in her stomach. She felt 
ridiculous again, trying to get a hold of herself. "I am 
going nuts over a man I had a five minute conversation 
with!" she thought.

She took a deep breath, turned, and saw Professor 
Perlman with several other people. Suddenly, she felt a 
chill down her spine; something was not right. Then, she 
recognized Brad DeMarco from the group. Her heart began 
to pound out of her chest. All the euphoria she felt 
earlier was gone.

"I am impressed. You are on time." Professor Perlman 
said. His voice was still smooth, but cold.

Leigh looked around and realized she was here for a 
reason. Everything within her told her to run as fast as 
she could. But she did not. She began to shiver. "What 
is going on?" she said softly.

"I want you to meet Victoria Sellers," Professor Perlman 
motioned to the woman on his left. "Of course you 
already know Mr. DeMarco."

"Yes." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"You must be wondering what is going on." Professor 
Perlman slowly walked toward Leigh.

"The thought had crossed my mind," Leigh said through 
her teeth, staring at Brad DeMarco. She glanced back at 
the professor when he approached her.

Professor Perlman stood about a foot in front of Leigh. 
"You are here to undergo a ... conversion, a re-
awakening, a re-birth, if you will." He motioned his 
arms as he spoke. "The details of this are not 
important, at the moment. But I must say, you look 
absolutely radiant this evening."

Leigh wondered if she should reach out and hit the 
professor, but before she could lift her arms, two men 
came beside her and forcibly grabbed her arms, then 
began to drag her to a door leading to a basement within 
the house. She saw DeMarco smile as she fought and 
thrashed as she was dragged down the stairs. They led to 
a dimly lit room with a cement floor, chains on the 
floor and on the walls, an unusual chair with straps and 
leg extensions, a metal table and a tall silver 
mechanical device with many colored wires coming out of 
it. Everything she saw in the basement was frightening 
and she began to thrash wildly and scream. Professor 
Perlman and DeMarco had followed and the Professor came 
up to her and took her face in his hands, looking 
directly into her eyes, as he did before. His face was 
so close to hers, he could smell the sweet scent of her 
perfume. Leigh's struggles ceased.

"Leigh, my love," the professor said, softly, "you must 
calm down. None of this is going to help you. Just 
accept the fact this is going to happen." Leigh's body 
was now limp.

Victoria Sellers, approached Leigh, replacing the 
professor's position. "I know all this is confusing to 
you." She spoke softly, trying to comfort the scared 
girl. "But you have to understand, we are not here to 
hurt you, we are here to help you." Victoria took a pair 
of scissors and began to cut away at Leigh's dress. "We 
have rescued you from your horribly dull life to begin a 
life of happiness and ... subservience." Leigh's eyes 
opened wide at this. Victoria continued to snip away at 
Leigh's bra and underwear. "You see, my job is clinical 
research on various forms of mind control." Victoria 
motioned to the contraption in from of Leigh. "I also 
provide a valuable service to gentlemen seeking 
companionship from a woman offering compete obedience. 
And, in order for a woman to be completely obedient, her 
mind needs to be completely purged of ... everything, 
leaving a blank space to be re-trained to be compliant 
and submissive to her new master." Leigh was now naked 
except for 
 her shoes.

Victoria motioned to DeMarco to have a seat and watch.

"You... you have brought me here to be re-programmed to 
be someone's slave?" she gasped. She looked around 
wildly. "Who?"

Brad DeMarco walked up to her. "Do you really have to 
ask that question?" He was so smug. "Not only would I 
get the money, but you, as well. You have no idea how 
long I have waited for this. I have been after you for 
years." He chuckled as he ran his fingers over her naked 
breasts. "You are repulsed by me right now, but Victoria 
assures me that in a few minutes that will not matter." 
He turned and went back to his chair.

One of the men reached down under her legs and released 
a lock on the chair that spread Leigh's legs open. She 
looked at DeMarco who was grinning at her disgrace, 
being completely naked and vulnerable, waiting for her 
life to be taken away. Victoria bent down and put a 
probe in Leigh's anus, then another probe in her vagina 
that extended upward to touch her clitoris. Victoria 
then took two wires from the mainframe and plugged them 
into the probes. Leigh winced at the invasion. Victoria 
released the lock on the chair and closed Leigh's legs.

Two metal cups were places over Leigh's breasts, then 
held in place. Leigh could see the machine was designed 
to turn her into some mindless robot. She began to cry. 
Professor Perlman came to her again, looking into her 
eyes.

"Leigh, dear, this is all for the best," he said softly.

Leigh stopped crying for the moment. "For... the... 
best," she said, breathlessly.

"This is what you want, what you need, isn't that 
right?"

"Yes," she said, barely audible.

Professor Perlman nodded to Victoria to continue. 
Victoria placed a band around Leigh's head with numerous 
wires coming from it, leading to the mainframe. After 
making sure the apparatus was secure, Victoria places 
audio earphones in Leigh's ears and adjusted a careen in 
front of her eyes. She then went over to the mainframe 
and began typing in the final commands.

Just before the procedure was to begin, Professor 
Perlman said, "Leigh, I am so proud of you." Leigh 
smiled ever so slightly, and then Victoria made one 
final keystroke.

The probes in between her legs came to life and began to 
vibrate, catching Leigh off guard. Then she felt and 
erotic sensation in her breasts. It felt so pleasant. 
Her breathing deepened as the waves of pleasure began to 
grow within her body in sync with the lights.

Marco watched in fascination as the flashing lights 
drained the spark from the eyes of the plain young 
woman. He was still watching some time later when she 
climaxed and passed out.


Scene III

"Uhhhhh, that was NICE." Leigh's voice was thick with 
sleep and the afterglow of orgasm.

"'Nice?'” Victoria grinned looking up, her face 
glistening with Leigh's cum.  “I spend a half hour 
eating your soupy pussy and that's all the thanks I 
get?"

"Of course not, darling. I love to be awakened with your 
tongue in me. Your thanks, is this!" With surprising 
agility for a woman six months pregnant, Leigh twisted 
under the sheets and began her own attack on her 
bedmate's aroused sex.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh" Victoria began to gasp. "Leigh, Leigh 
... Honey ... Agggg"

"Haven't you become a firecracker?" Leigh chuckled a few 
minutes later when the blonde's breathing had returned 
to normal.

Victoria pulled the younger woman closer, her slight 
bulge touching Leigh's swollen belly. "I don't know. I 
would never have believed expecting a baby made you so 
horny."

"I told you, you were crazy to keep saying no to him," 
Leigh replied, kissing her companion. "Want to have him 
take us to the mall again today?  I love the looks the 
three of us get!"

"Could you two pipe down? I'm trying to sleep," David 
muttered, holding his eyes tightly shut.

"Oh, poor baby," Victoria said with mock sympathy. "Is 
our big strong man tired out from a long hard night of 
trying to satisfy his horny pregnant women?"  Her hand 
disappeared under the sheet and was answered with a 
gasp.

"We're soooo sorry," Leigh replied with mischief in her 
voice. "But who's to blame?  You're the one who knocked 
us up, so you have to suffer the consequences. Like 
now!" she threatened, pulling back the sheets.

"Yes!” Victoria pounced, taking her husband’s cock in 
her mouth.  Leigh thought of kneeling over David face 
and having him eat her while Victoria blew him, but then 
had a better idea.

"OK, later," Leigh giggled, leaving the couple alone, 
"But save some for me, Vicke!"

Pulling on a diaphanous gown and her high-heel slippers, 
she strolled to the top of the stairs of the mansion, 
looking around with satisfaction.  She was glad she had 
done her research on Professor Pearlman before she went 
to his house that day.  Fortunately, he and Victoria 
were as willing to work for her as the creep who had 
tried to hire them — too cheaply — to enslave her.  Once 
that was settled, she agreed to a modified form of the 
mind control procedure — she was happy to have her 
libido cranked up a few notches — provided Victoria did 
too.

A night of hard sex with David and Victoria always left 
Leigh with quite an appetite.  And, she was eating for 
two.  She descended the stairs and strolled into the 
kitchen.

"What would Madam like this morning," inquired the man 
in uniform standing at attention by the stove.

"Oh, I think I'll start with the usual," she smiled, 
pulling aside the gown and opening her legs as Brad 
DeMarco dropped to his knees.

The End

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