Please see Compound 606 Chapter 1 for background. Character illustrations can be found in my profile if desired to jump start the imagination.
Author's note:
I started this series 10 years ago, but didn’t like the drafts I had for the next chapters, and I never published any more. Now that I have lost/forgotten my previous bad ideas, I actually want to write some more in this universe. The plot is minimal and derivative. This is all just an excuse for graphic pornographic scenes with imaginary sexy people. Obviously all great sex is consensual sex and we should not abuse mind control substances to fulfill our own fantasies. This is fiction, not a moral guide.
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The last 24 hours of my life took a dramatic turn. Up until this point, I have been a hardworking, fairly successful, but otherwise pretty boring, researcher and medical student. My friend and sometimes research collaborator Marko suddenly left the country after discovering a pheromone-enhancing drug that would make anyone in range (what range?) extremely suggestible and compliant, even to the point of forgetting on command. He hadn’t finished testing on how long the effect lasts, the correct dosing, or any of the critical things one would need to know to bring a drug to market, but he feared what his Department of Defense funders would do when they got wind of his work. He left me to dispose of his papers because he was worried it would become apparent what he had discovered as everyone around him started to behave oddly. In a fit of poor judgement, curiosity, and no small amount of horniness, I injected myself with the same test dose of Compound 606 that Marko used, then hid his lab notebooks and the remaining vial in a safety deposit box.
This morning, my usually reserved and sexually suppressed girlfriend gave me the blowjob of a lifetime, before letting me lick her pussy to the most explosive orgasm she ever had with me, all based on a few vague suggestions and the right setting. To test the limits of suggestion, I asked her to forget I even came over and then sent her on the highly out-of-character task of buying lingerie and sexting me, which she was enthusiastically doing throughout the day while displaying no knowledge that I had been over at all last night or this morning. I went to campus to wrap up some work and use pheromone-enhanced suggestion to get my lab-mates to cover for me. While on campus, I managed to run into my fantasy dream girl, the impossibly sexy graduate student Kristie, who enthusiastically fucked me in a quickie in a training exam room after (once again) light suggestion and innuendo. The effects of the Compound 606 coursing in my veins seemed to be a rapid, almost immediate, open-ness to suggestion in anyone around me that was context-dependent and not always requiring explicit instructions. Affected individuals believed the suggestions were coming from their own mind, and would find a way to post-hoc rationalize their behavior when questioned about motivations. This is dangerous, intoxicating power, and I was not making the most careful decisions as I gave in to some of the God-like power Marko left me. He had the good sense to realize the danger and get as far away as he could from it. My lower head was thinking more clearly than my brain, and, for the moment, I was completely in thrall to my own libido and imagination.
I sat alone in the hospital cafeteria, turning over ideas in my head. My dick was still slick with Kristie’s fragrant juices from having furiously railed her within minutes of walking into a room with a padded exam table. I was so hopelessly taken with her, with even a brief quickie that exceeded all my many fantasies I had reveled in over the past year or so since I met her, that it was painful to separate after I left her dripping with my cum. My plan had been to order her to forget the whole episode. However, I had been wondering: if the effect of pheromones was like hypnosis, could I implant commands that would take effect after the subject was out of pheromone range? How elaborate or specific could these be? How long would the effect last? I shot my shot. Before parting, I sent Sarah’s address to Kristie’s phone. I asked her to meet me there wearing the sexiest thing she can think of under a trench coat and gave her a time in the early evening. Then I ordered her to get dressed, clean up, and forget she saw me at all today. I had some reason to think this would work, as Sarah didn’t remember I was at her house last night and was texting me photos of trying on lingerie as I had ordered. I have decent reason to hope that Kristie will show up dressed for a sex party this evening at my girlfriend’s house.
Things have already escalated quite a bit today. I already was going to have to use suggestion on Sarah to even have a drink or a date on a weekday. Now I was going to have to make her accept Kristie as a party guest, bedroom guest, and/or member of a throuple? I decided to deal that these issues only when and if Kristie showed up tonight.
After I finished my food, I swung by my advisor’s office and told him I would be working from home at least the rest of this week. That would normally be impossible given the kind of hands-on lab work I was doing, but good ol’ 606 worked its magic and I got an enthusiastic agreement from my advisor for this not-even-a-plan. I grabbed some clothes and electronics from my locker at the campus gym, and I was ready to get the afternoon going.
On the way home, I searched for some nearby sex stores on my phone, and directed my rideshare driver to one with good reviews. Visions of what I could do with my cute girlfriend and my smoking hot “plus one” were dancing in my mind as I stepped into the shop. On an early weekday afternoon, I was the only customer in the store. There was no-one behind the desk initially, but as I was browsing a shelf displaying dildos of every possible size and shape, the clerk stepped out from the back room and stood behind the counter. She was a medium-height Asian woman in her mid 20s with soft curves, prominent breasts, short hair, and expressive, large eyes. She wore fashionable jeans, strappy sandals, and a short crop top that showed her soft but shapely belly. Even though I had emptied my balls only a couple hours before, my dick jumped as I noticed her hourglass figure and cute face. As she caught sight of me, she said “Hello, sir, can I help you?” at the same time a voice floated in from the back room:
“Grace, where the fuck did you go? We still have so much inventory to do!” Grace’s coworker soon poked her head out of the door to the back room, saw me, and said “Oh, sorry!” She was Indian by ethnicity but spoke with a British accent. She was tiny and angular where Grace was soft and round, less than 5 feet and no more than 80-90 lbs. She was dressed like a sexy punk with a slinky black tank top, tight jeans, and chunky black boots. Most of her visible skin outside of face and neck was sporting some sort of tattoo, and she had piercings all along the outside of her ears, ending in large, dangly, gold hoops. Her long dark brown hair was done up in elaborate layers of braids. She looked to be the same age as Grace or a little younger. Both had an expression of extreme interest as their eyes trained on me, a gaze I was starting to recognize in people starting to be charmed by pheromones released due to Compound 606. I wasn’t planning on sexual escapades prior to the party that was starting to take shape in my mind for tonight, but they were both right there and appeared oh-so-willing…
“Hi, there, Grace and….” I trailed off, training my eyes on the tiny Indian girl.
“Aditi,” she replied, spunkily.
“Aditi, right! My name is Dan. I was hoping you could help me pick out some toys and maybe teach me how to use them? I’m kind of a noob.” As they both enthusiastically nodded, my mind raced ahead. “You guys mind closing the store for a bit so we can have some privacy?” Grace practically skipped to the door, turned the latch, and pulled the shade. Behind Aditi I could see some kind of break room with a couch in the back - that’s something I could use. “So… got any recommendations?” I asked, as I gestured down the shelf of dildos.
“What are you looking for?” Grace asked me back.
“I think some bondage stuff, some dildos, maybe vibrators? For two girls and a guy.”
“Well you’ll probably want some cuffs, some ropes, blindfolds,” Aditi was chattering away as she grabbed products off the shelves.
“What are your favorites?” I asked Grace. She blushed a little, but grabbed a realistic-shaped pink vibrating dildo.
“This is my go-to. Lithium batteries, use it once a day and charge it once a month.”
I smirked at the image in my mind. “Show me how it works,” I replied.
She opened the package, and pulled out the charger and started to show me how to plug it in, but I stopped her. “That’s not exactly what I meant.” I looked meaningfully at her crotch, and then at the couch in the break room. She blushed deeper. I motioned her to follow me, and called out to Aditi to grab her favorite toy and come to the break room with us.
“It will be hard to demonstrate the products if you are wearing all these clothes,” I don’t really know why I was doing some sort of bit about a sales demonstration; I am pretty sure I could tell them anything in any manner and they would do it. But everyone knows porn is better with some minimal backstory for context, so I ran with it.
“This is a little unusual, but since you are new to the scene, it’s only right we show you how to best use our products,” rationalized Aditi. As usual, subjects within pheromone range would not only do whatever I suggested but would believe the ideas were their own. In this case she adopted the overly-dedicated sales clerk story I suggested for her.
Grace still looked like she was processing, so I removed all nuance and gave the order: “Take off all your clothes and underwear so we can get started, please.”
As they both undressed, I drank in the vision in front of me - two very different young women, both very beautiful in their different ways. I assume I’m more horny at baseline than most people, or maybe everyone else keeps it on the down low as much as I try to. When I meet people or am people watching in a crowd, I can’t help but imagine what the couples look like wildly fucking, what people look like naked, or how people’s faces look when they cum. Many of the times I have pursued someone for a sexual relationship has been motivated by pure curiosity - what is this person like in their hidden sexual life? What kind of turn-ons and kinks do they keep to themselves and their current partners? Now that I can get any answers and elicit any behaviors, I have the power to find anyone’s secret sexual self that crosses my path. Seeing these two attractive clerks working in a store with sexual overtones was far too much for me to resist. Already my curiosity and sexual desire was being wonderfully sated by the gorgeous women stepping out of their underwear. This was obviously a great idea.
Grace possessed a classically beautiful, womanly body. Her ass was generous and round, but muscular and smooth. Though she looked fit, proportional, and healthy, she had no hard edges. Her tits bounced and settled as she released her lacy, supportive bra. They were perky, ample, and round, topped by large tan-brown areolae just a little darker than her skin and tiny, gumdrop nipples. Her pussy was completely shaved, and her inner labia just peeked out of her puffy lips as she bent to cast off her matching lace thong. Her lighter-toned Asian skin had no signs of tanning and no markings, just an even, flawless, glow, and she wore no jewelry to distract from it. Her face was gorgeous, framed by a sharply cut bob of straight jet black hair, large, expressive eyes, full eyebrows, and delicate, smirking lips, all dressed in very light makeup. Sarah and Kristie had such fit, hard bodies (that really turned me on, don’t get me wrong), but I was struck by how incredibly attracted I felt to Grace’s softness and femininity, a completely different kind of smoldering hotness than the gym rat/former athlete archetype.
Aditi’s body was completely different. She was very compact, short, and slender, with medium-brown/caramel skin and dark features. As every item of clothes came off, more tattoos were revealed, with bold lines and intricate designs which worked together to form an artistic pattern across her whole body. Her breasts were small, round, and close to her chest; they barely jiggled as she slipped out of her clothes. Her breasts stood out as being one of the few parts of her body without tattoos. She had thin, shortly trimmed pubic dark hair above her surprisingly fat pussy lips and mound, sticking out through the sizable gap between her wiry thighs. She left on her gold necklace and layers of gold earrings and hoops, which, along with her long, intricately braided, dark-chestnut hair, made her look regally dressed even when naked. Her facial features were delicate and very feminine with dark brown eyes, a soft, shapely nose, and full, pouty lips. There was a thrilling contrast between the assured and mature femininity of her perfect hair and makeup, artistic tattoos, and tasteful jewelry against the immaturity of her thin, coltish body.
Both women were watching me watching them, looking as if waiting for further instructions. I still wasn’t sure I wanted to cum again in the middle of the giant sex day I was having and planning, but I now desperately wanted to see some of the hidden sex lives of these two sex toy experts who also happened to be ridiculously good looking young women. The Rubicon had already been crossed - they were both completely naked in their break room in an otherwise empty store. I thought I may as well just dive into what I really want to see. I had learned I didn’t have to be overly precise with commands, but I did have to directly and more precisely suggest behaviors that seemed to deviate from the normal instincts of subjects affected by my enhanced pheromones.
“Ladies, please have a seat, pull your feet up, and get your toys in or on your pussies right away. Show me how you like to get yourself off with your favorite toy, starting….. now.” I gestured them to sit next to each other on the couch, where they both perched their hips on the front edge of the couch with their knees up and feet flat on the couch next to their asses. Almost in unison, they opened their knees and started to slide their hands down to their fully exposed snatches. I grabbed a rolling chair and positioned myself right in front of both of them, enjoying the unfolding show.
Aditi had grabbed a suction-cup dildo, translucent with multicolored “sprinkles.” It looked at least a size or two too large for her tiny body. She started by rubbing it the long way over her vaginal opening while her other hand started to massage the skin around her clit. After a minute, she started to shift her hips and breathe heavier, a slick sheen appearing over her labia, which were opening like flower petals on a sunny day. She continued to circle her clit with one hand, while the other guided just the tip of the large dildo into her tiny cunt. She moaned louder as the girthy toy stretched the opening, and her inner lips gripped the shaft as she started to move it back and forth with small movements, slightly deeper each time.
Meanwhile, Grace turned on her pink vibrator, which was thicker and bulbous at the end, then tapered and curved to its narrowest point before widening back into a white handle with controls. She bit her lip and threw her head back, letting her short black hair tumble over the back of the couch. She held the vibrator gently over the hood of the clit. She sighed deeply and let her soft, shapely thighs fall open widely, lying against Aditi’s leg on one side and the arm of the couch on the other. She seemed not to be moving at all (or maybe even breathing), when she started to rock her hips with rhythmic, low moans. She suddenly lifted the vibrator, opened her eyes, and took a few deep breaths. She hadn’t cum yet, but was very turned on now, with a small gap appearing at the entrance of her vagina and a small trickle of moisture rolling down towards her anus. She saw me staring at her intently, and again made a shy expression while closing up her knees.
“Oh, come on,” I laughed, “you love it when people watch you masturbate.” Grace was definitely not the type that would have said that before, but the suggestion instantly took hold. She made eye contact with me, smiling suggestively as the wriggled the vibrating tip of her toy into her pussy. Before long, she had the entire working end of the vibrator deep inside her, and by pushing the control handle down towards her ass, she used the curve of the toy to vibrate her G spot. Her other hand rested on her breast, kneading and pulling at her apparently quite sensitive nipple. Her whole body seemed to get tenser and tenser for several minutes, as she bore down on the frantically vibrating phallus shaking her insides, until she gave short, high-pitched yelp, and started furiously rocking her hips, her pelvis shaking with the unmistakable rhythmic contractions of a huge orgasm, and a musky smell of sex wafting in the air. She seemed both to want to remove the vibrator and possibly unsure if she should. She again made eye contact with me.
“Damn, girl that looked like it felt amazing!” I blurted out. She nodded, still breathless. “Take a break if you need to - you’ve earned it!” After she caught her breath a second, she leaned over, fascinated, and watched Aditi.
By this time, Aditi had somehow worked almost the entire length of the large silicone dildo into her tiny slit. It must have reached her belly button or higher, and her lips were stretched tight around the thick base of the shaft, the molded silicone nutsack almost lying flush against her small round cheeks. To the astonishment of both Grace and myself, she started to pump it nearly the entire length, at first very slowly, but with increasing speed and force until she was fucking her own brains out with an oversized dildo, with sloppy squelching sounds and deep, satisfied moans accompanying each plunge into her depths. This was such a delightful and unexpected result from my vague command to get herself off, I could hardly believe what I was seeing, hearing, and smelling. At this point, Aditi was almost levitating off the couch, perched on her feet and one bracing arm while the other hand furiously guided the sparkling missile through her surrendered pussy lips. She shrieked high and briefly as she came, came again, and then came an indeterminate number of times as she slowed her self-assault to a crawl. She collapsed into the couch, the giant dildo falling out of her hand, legs sprawled open and her dripping cunt gaping straight at me. Grace and I both looked at each other and said “Wowwww” at the same time.
While she was still processing, I was already moving on to my next idea. “Grace have you ever eaten out another girl?” I asked.
“No…”
“Have you ever fantasized about it?” I asked.
“Yes…”
“I suggest you explore this fantasy by cleaning up our friend Aditi with your mouth, and seeing if she has another orgasm in her with your tongue”
“I have always sort of wanted to get with Aditi — and there couldn’t be a better time than this!” A truthful thought from Grace, or post-hoc rationalization of my suggestion? I wonder if she could tell me the difference even if commanded to? I realized if I wanted to interview people about their real thoughts and feelings, I needed to be careful to do so before I implant related thoughts via suggestions and commands.
My reverie about pheromone effects were cut short as Grace slid off the couch and positioned herself between Aditi’s legs. Aditi was still completely out of it after her multi-orgasmic performance, but as she felt Grace’s hot breath on her pussy, Aditi lurched forward and tried to close her legs.
I held up my hand and quickly commanded: “Just relax and let Grace take care of you.” Aditi closed her mouth before she started to speak and laid back with a contented smile on her face, wriggling her hips to the edge of the couch for Grace to have the best access. Grace cutely and awkwardly stuck out her tongue and started lapping from the bottom of Aditi’s pussy to the sensitized nub at the top.
I interjected, “Grace, if you really want to make her feel good, you’ve got to make out with that thing. Get your whole mouth in there!” Grace responded by opening wide and French kissing Aditi’s still-gaping cunt-hole, sucking up the dripping girl-cum that was slathered all over Aditi’s crotch. Aditi started to moan again, her eyes still closed, as her hips rose and fell to meet Grace’s passionate ministrations. I gave some more instructions to Grace: “Pay attention to what she responds to, and once you find a good spot and good rhythm, just keep going without changing anything for as long as you can.”
After a few minutes, Aditi was bucking her hips into Grace while her hand was behind Grace’s head, pulling Grace’s greedy mouth into Aditi’s once-again dripping snatch. I decided to get in on the action a little, sitting next to Aditi and leaning over to gently suck first one nipple, then the other. As I pulled most of her tiny breast into my mouth, I could feel her nipples stiffen and her moans intensified. Time to go in for the finish: “Grace! It’s time to go for the clit. Suck on that thing like it’s the head of your boyfriend’s dick!” She seemingly happily complied, and I sat back to watch, absentmindedly kneading and massaging both of Aditi’s small tits while entranced with the interface of Grace’s elegant mouth and Aditi’s slobbering cunt. Aditi’s moans soon turned into shrieks as she had yet another mind-ripping orgasm. Grace continued to assault the clit but Aditi was clearly sensitized, wincing and turning away after the orgasm. It was time to call an end to this round of fun, “Nicely done, Grace! Time to stop licking and cuddle your lover.”
Grace sat back down in the couch, and Aditi basically crawled on top of her, her tiny body enveloped between Grace’s ample breasts and tender arms. I left the two of them blissfully intertwined as I went around the store and bagged up all the supplies the girls had pulled down for me earlier, plus a bunch of other things that caught my fancy. As I walked back to the break room, I happened upon a very nice leather harness with a ring for a dildo, and a medium-sized black silicone cock with molded veins and ridges. I had put the rig together by the time I got back to the break room. I didn’t bother with pretense. I asked Aditi to come over and stand in front of me, which she did immediately. I place the harness on her and tightened it in place, almost to the limits of where it could be adjusted due to her tiny waist and thighs. The black girl-cock wobbled in front of her.
I had at least one more game planned before I left, but I wanted to satisfy my curiosity before giving more commands.
“Grace?”
“Yes?”
“I know you like to masturbate, but have you also ever had sex with a partner?”
“Yes”
“With a penis in your vagina?”
“Yes, with my ex-boyfriend.”
“How many partners have you had?”
“Two, both ex-boyfriends.”
“Ex… how long has it been?”
“It’s been a while, about a year.”
I felt sad for her, and also for all the boys and girls who were missing out on such a gorgeous woman in peak form. A year is a long time to be out of the game for someone so sexy, especially someone working around sex toys every day.
I next turned my attention to the girl still standing at attention with a dildo sticking straight out. “Uh, Aditi?”
“Yes?”
“You seem like you might fuck a lot.”
“I do.”
“Have you ever used a strap-on before?”
“Yes”
“Have you ever thought about using a strap-on with Grace before?”
“All the time”
My horniness was now off the charts. I was trying to save myself up for the big party tonight, considering I had already cum twice since I woke up today, but my dick was as hard as a diamond after front row seats to two hot girls masturbating and licking pussy. I decided to escalate.
“What’s going to happen now, Aditi, is you are going to fuck your coworker the way you imagine in your fantasies until she cums on your girl-cock.”
I continued, “Grace, you are going to fuck her back like you are in love.”
But first, some logistics. Grace’s pussy is out of practice. She’ll want plenty of lube. “Grace, suck on Aditi’s strap-on until it’s as wet as you want it. I will get your pussy ready myself.”
As Aditi knelt over Grace’s head and shoved the strap-on deep to the slippery spit in the back of the throat, Grace coughed and sputtered, but accepted the intrusion. I knelt between Graces shapely, flawless thighs, and kissed her pussy, still glazed with her prior cum. She tasted sweet, clean, and salty; intoxicating. I soon buried my tongue in her vag, licking all around the opening to get it slippery. I grabbed Grace’s back hip with one hand, pulling her upward into my attacking tongue, while I reached up to her breasts with my other hand, squeezing and kneading her generous flesh mounds the way I saw her do it while she masturbated. I pressed my tongue against her clit more and more often in between brief excursions for sucking her lips and licking deep into her entrance. I could feel her getting turned on, opening up and getting slick. I looked up from my work and made eye contact with Aditi. “It’s time.”
I turned Grace sideways on the couch and propped her lower back with a pillow, on her back, with her ass on the edge of the low armrest. This was just about the perfect height for Aditi, standing, to enter. Aditi stepped between Grace’s legs and positioned the spit-slick dildo at Grace’s entrance. She took another step in as she slowly buried the strap-on to the hilt. Though it was a medium size, Grace’s pussy was indeed tight and it took some wriggling to get it all in. Once inside, Aditi built a rhythm similar to how she fucked herself with her giant dildo: first slow and shallow, but increasing both amplitude and speed slowly and steadily. Within just a few minutes, she was ramming the whole length into Grace at an angle that mashed Grace’s G-spot. Grace’s face was contorted in ecstasy. Her moans actually stopped for a moment as her whole body seemed to seize up, then she screamed as she had a violent spasm of pleasure in her pelvis and belly, shaking uncontrollably for a few seconds where she was still impaled by Aditi’s strap-on. Grace’s body went limp and she closed her eyes, breathing slowly and heavily. Aditi slid out of Grace’s sopping, battered pussy, and looked at me as if expecting further instructions.
What I had just witnessed in the last hour or so — since I first arrived in this store and started improvising — left me mind-blown. Watching Grace eat out a woman for the first time, then watching Aditi lovingly but savagely fuck her beautiful coworker into orgasmic oblivion were among the hottest things I have ever seen or even imagined. There was nothing I could do now with these two that could top that, and both girls were worn out after a series of shattering orgasms. This was a rational time to exit. However, I was still bursting with horniness, I decided to try out my new idea from earlier today: implanting suggestions for later.
“Aditi and Grace, don’t speak or ask questions right now. Listen to me and follow all of my instructions. Nod if you understand.” They both made eye contact with me and nodded. “When I leave, you will forget everything that has happened since I arrived. You will clean the store and re-open, and you will remember only that you were working a boring shift and no-one came in.”
I addressed Aditi, “Keep that strap-on in your locker.”
And to Grace, “You will ask Aditi on a date and give her a fair chance to be your girlfriend. She’s a good catch - a hot and kinky woman who wants to take care of you.”
To both of them: “You will not remember it was me who told you to do these things but will consider them your own ideas. Goodbye and thanks for a wonderful afternoon!”
I walked out into the sunshine with my bags full of toys, restraints, and all sorts of fun stuff. My last rideshare driver had a sweet car, so I got his cell number and gave him a command to come and pick me up anytime I call. This was another small test of how commands given in close proximity could continue to function when separated by time and distance. I called the number and it was immediately picked up.
“Hello?”
“It’s Dan. Can you come pick me up?”
“Sure thing. Text me your address.”
It definitely seemed to work! It seems pretty likely Grace and Aditi will be going out soon and Kristie will come to Sarah’s apartment for a threesome sex party! Score one for the good guys. Though, am I being a good guy? I have definitely just used two women for my own pleasure, but in the long run I think they would actually make a great couple, and never would have got together without me unearthing their latent desire for each other. I rationalized I was really just helping them. And myself some too. I licked some of Grace’s pussy taste off my lips. Aditi is a lucky girl. I will be imagining that she is fucking Grace with that strap-on all the time. This day has been insane, but the best is yet to come.