9 comments/ 40586 views/ 8 favorites Seductive Frequencies By: doc87123 I was writing the next installment of my series when I got stuck. Writers block sucks. Rather than just take a few days off, I started typing out this story. There are no additional chapters, the story is stand alone. As always, the hardest thing for me is placing one of my stories into the proper category. This could have erotic horror or mind control. I chose mind control. As always, this is not a quick stroke story. If that is what you're looking for you may want to skip this title and move to one of the many fine authors on this site who specialize in that type of writing. **** "What the hell happened here," Captain Stillenberger asked his homicide detectives. "Captain, you wouldn't fucking believe me if I told you," Detective Sullivan told him. His partner Joe Howell agreed with a nod of his head as he pulled out his notebook and began reading. "At 1448 hours, dispatch received a call about some sort of riot at this address. The responding black and white unit arrived on the scene and estimated he saw between six to eight hundred nude of partially dressed women fighting to get into this house. Every available unit was dispatched to the scene, along with all the prisoner transport busses in the city." Joe looked up and quipped, "It seems that every woman in a two mile radius had an irresistible urge to come in and fuck the guy that used to live here." The scowl on the captain's face showed that he wasn't amused, so Joe continued. "Eventually, the total number of officers that responded was fifty four. Each of them arrested at least nine women and the one that arrested the most got eighteen. All of the women attempted to resist, so we had a few officers injured; but nothing serious." Sully interrupted at this point to say, "You didn't tell him about the other injuries." "What other injuries?" the captain queried sharply. Joe Howell buried his nose in his notebook to hide his embarrassment and said, "Just outside there were 14 women who had been pepper sprayed with dye, 5 broken bones none of those were too serious, numerous contusions and abrasions none serious and finally 3 women had been trampled; of those two were dead and the other was in real bad shape. When we got inside there were several other injuries, but none of them were too serious." "What a fucking mess, if we can't obscure this from the press we'll be raped on TV nationwide." the captain said shaking his head in amazement. "It gets a lot worse captain. We haven't even told you about the personnel problems we have." Joe intoned quietly. "Well, let's get to it, and snap it up; I don't have all day." The captain growled. "I'll get to it captain, but I've got to do this in order." Joe told him earnestly. "Okay, just hurry," Stillenberger said trying to keep the impatience out of his voice. Joe looked at his notes again and began reading, "There were over nine hundred women jammed into the house; almost all of them were nude, fighting to get upstairs. All of the officers went into the house to subdue and arrest the rioters; that's when we began running into problems." "Of the 54 officers who responded, three of them were females. Once they got inside they began acting funny. They stopped arresting people and began fighting their way to the stairs. Even that might not have been noticed if they hadn't started removing their clothes." "The other officers managed to subdue two of them; however one of the three made it upstairs and they lost track of her. The other two female officers were disarmed, restrained and locked in a in the back of the nearest unit. The supervisor on site tried to keep them covered, but isn't sure that the news van was able to get a clear view. It may be on Channel 7 news tonight." The captain's head was exploding with this new and decidedly unpleasant information. Rather than interrupt, he waited for Joe to continue; however it was Sully who said extremely quietly, "As bad as it sounds now, it gets a whole lot worse." The captain looked back expectantly at Joe, waiting for the next hammer blow to destroy any peace of mind he had left. Joe again looked back down at his notes and continued. "At this point, the remaining officers stationed guards outside the doors to prevent any other women from getting inside and began arresting all the intruders. It took nearly two hours to work their way into the bedroom. That's where we found the worst of it." Joe looked at the captain, who nodded, and then he continued. "There were about four dozen women passed out, twitching. They had been dragged off to the side, and there were nine women who were sitting up, dazed around the room. One of those women was Chief Clancy's wife." The horror Stillenberger had felt up to this point is nothing compared to what he was feeling now. "I got no way to explain this away and no answers to give him when he asks why this happened. Good careers have been lost for less." Sully had an understanding look on his face as he said softly, "As bad as it sounds now, it gets worse." Shock showed on the captains' face as Joe nodded and continued. "The officers went in to subdue and arrest the women and began dragging them out. This is when we received the most injuries from the women resisting arrest, slaps, scratches and kicks. One of the officers got kicked in the balls and threw up, but none of the other officers had any serious effects but one. The only slightly clothed woman in the whole house was sitting astride the victim's face, rocking. She had an illegal stun gun and used it on the first officer that tried to subdue her." Understand began to dawn on the captains' face as he said, "Let me guess, our missing female officer. Who was it?" Sullivan seemed to find the question tremendously funny, and was struggling not to laugh as he said, "Officer Brenda Kelly." The shock clearly shown on Stillenbergers' face as he said, "Brenda Kelly? Lieutenant Kelly's kid? But isn't she...?" "Queer as a three dollar bill," Howell interrupted, demonstrating the insensitivity that had kept him from being promoted for the last 18 years of his career. Joe began reading the notes again, "His honor, the Mayor's wife was astride the victims hips, in the middle of a big orgasm when we arrested her, and her daughter had one of his whole hands shoved inside herself. That asshole council woman who keeps trying to get the mayor to slash our budget was impaling herself with one of the victim's feet. None of the other women we pulled from him had any political connections, they all seemed otherwise normal. I still don't know why it happened." The captain was shaking his head when Sully added, almost as an afterthought, "I know how you feel. I wouldn't have believed it myself if I hadn't seen the video clip." Stillenberger's mouth hung open. He was finally able to choke out, "There's a video clip? Let me see it." Sully held out his large window smart phone and pushed the start without comment. The captain clearly saw the councilwoman and the mayor's wife. The mayor's daughter was in profile, but he was sure that the mayor would be able to recognize her. Brenda Kelly was bobbing into view. Her bulletproof vest and open police shirt proved that she was a cop. Two women were pulling a woman who had passed out and was twitching, off one of the victim's hands; while a third woman moved into the vacated location. Three other women were on the victim as well, one on his other foot, and one on each knee; all of them were in the throes of tremendous orgasms. The captain was speechless when the brief video clip ended. Joe closed his notebook, grabbed the captain's arm, pulling him toward the stairs. "Let me show you the crime scene and explain what we think happened." "We spoke to the neighbors. The guy across the street said that a bunch of women he didn't recognize have been hanging around for more than a week, but the real action didn't start until this morning. We think that the victim hid somewhere in the house until this morning and then tried to sneak out. He got at least to the top of the stairs and then turned around and ran toward the bedroom." Stillenberger interrupted to ask, "How did you figure that out?" They'd reached the top of the stairs by now, so Joe pointed to the black streak on the lower wall. "This mark matches a fresh smudge on the victim's shoes." "A little thin, but a pretty good deduction," the captain said nodding. "He may have tripped, but when he got to the bedroom he headed for the closet and they were close. They caught him in front of that empty wall section and dragged him back out into the bedroom." Joe said pointing to the heel grooves in the carpet. "I haven't figured out why he was trying to get to the wall though," Joe said in a puzzled tone. "Maybe I can help," the captain said as he looked intently at the shelf nearby. "Ah... here it is," the captain said as he tripped the release. The hidden door to the panic room swung inward, admitting them to the small space. Sully was looking at the walls in amazement as he said, "It looks like the entire room is lined in that tiny gold mesh chain." The captain got a thoughtful look on his face and finally said, "Take a quick look around and see if you can find any electronics. It would be inside the mesh." All three men spread out and went through every square inch of the panic room looking for any electronics, and came up empty. "Why were you looking for electronics boss?" Sully asked. "I was an electronics technician in the Navy and this reminded me of a Faraday cage." The captain replied. Joe had a puzzled look on his face as he asked, "What's a Faraday cage?" "It's an area set up to contain or exclude electronic signals. Judging by the small size of the mesh it must an extremely high frequency signal." The captain said. "We'll have the crime lab go through to be sure," Joe said as he took off his gloves, "but I don't think that there are any electronics here." The trio walked out into the bedroom and stood contemplating the spot on the floor where the victim had been found. Joe pulled out his notebook and said, "When the second coroner came he established the time of death at about 1430 hours." In a day full of shocks, this was the most shocking bit of all. "You mean that this whole thing, happened after he was dead?" Sully spoke up after Joe nodded to the captain, "I did find this notebook, but it looks like it's written in some sort of code." Stillenberger held out his hand to take the book and opened it up. After glancing at the first few pages, he closed it, looked up and said, "It's not code, it's a high level math. My nephew's a math whiz; I'll have him take a look at this." The captain put the book in his pocket and slowly started moving toward the exit. When he got to the top of the stairs he stopped, faced the two detectives and asked, "What was the victim's name?" Joe pulled out his notebook, turned to the correct page and finally said, "Doctor Daniel Wilson." The stunned look on the captain's face revealed his shock. Noticing his expression Joe asked, "Do you know him boss?" The captain nodded and said, "He was probably one of the brightest scientists of our time, richer than god and famous as the guy that was raped on court TV." Joe's mouth hung open and Sully said incredulously, "That was him? With his nose broken and all that blood I didn't recognize him." The captain was lost in thought as he walked slowly down the stairs. He remembered the case, the Doctor, his girlfriend and her friend went into a topless club and two of the dancers dragged them into the bathroom, locked the door and brutally raped them repeatedly until the door was broken in a couple of hours later. The trial was a sensation, and was held in a courtroom that had television cameras, and was being televised for court TV. There was no hint of anything abnormal until the Doctor was called as a witness. He seemed extremely uncomfortable testifying, and did little to try to convict the defendants. He'd been in the stand for less than five minutes, when the female ADA started getting confused with her questions. She'd been toying with the buttons on her blouse, but all of a sudden began ripping the blouse off. The 8 female jurors immediately got up and began stripping as well. They were soon joined by the female defense attorney, the court reporter the six female print reporters, the female bailiff and finally the judge. The cameras recorded the action as the women stripped naked, kicked out all the men, barricaded the door and repeatedly raped the Doctor. The defendants were chained up when the doctor came into the room, and were the only women in the courtroom who were unable to fuck him. The incident went on for nearly four hours and the Doctor nearly died. They had to put a guard on his door at the hospital to keep out any female after one of his nurses tried to rape him. For the next several months, you could count on hearing something about the incident in the news or in a comedy routine. It was a real mess. When he recovered, the Doctor dropped out of sight. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he turned to Joe and said, "I've got enough for now, can you wrap up here?" "Yeah, I've got uniforms out collecting all the abandoned clothing and purses throughout the neighborhood. They still are occasionally arresting a nude, confused woman wandering aimlessly through the area. It looks like there have been more than fifteen hundred arrests on various charges from this one incident alone. Good luck captain, I don't envy you your job at all. If I can help, let me know." Joe told him Sully, showing uncharacteristic sensitivity chimed in with, "Yeah cap, I'll do anything I can for you too." The captain nodded his thanks and left. It'd been a long day. He'd helped with booking until after midnight and then went out to get something to eat. The whole thing was crazy and he could make no sense of it. Being a trained observer, he was struck by just how incredibly average looking the victim was. He seemed to disappear into the background. What was it about him that women found so appealing? When the captain got home he began to remove his coat, but then felt the book in his pocket. His curiosity got the better of him; he took it over to his desk and began thumbing through it. The first three quarters of the book were filled with math equations that were far beyond his understanding. Occasionally there were mixed in a few to several lines of computer code. It wasn't until the las quarter of the book that he was able to understand any of what he read. **** I made it into the redoubt, like a panic room; but I hear them moving around just outside the wall. I barely survived the last encounter, and have little hope of living through this one. I had the foresight to line the redoubt with a Faraday cage, so I may have a little bit of time: but I hadn't finished stocking the emergency supplies. With careful rationing I may be able to stretch the three days of food for nine to twelve days. I have decided to use this time to document how I got into this situation in hope of saving someone else from my fate. I pray that the record of this finds its way to the right person. **** May 14th For years, I watched sex from the sidelines. I was so average in appearance I tended to disappear into the background. Men were introduced to me three or four times before they even remembered they had met me before. Women would look right through me, never even acknowledging my presence, even when I was talking to them. I was a 27 year old virgin, and wasn't happy about it: but I couldn't bring myself to go to a prostitute. The only area I was successful in was my intellect. I held seven PhD s; all of them were achieved summa cum laude. I'm told that that's some kind of record. I had recruiters from dozens of companies competing to hire me. I played them one against another, to great effect. The company whose offer I finally accepted gave me a furnished house, a great car, paid off all my student loans, a fully equipped personal lab, for my own personal projects and five times the standard starting salary for a new hire with no practical experience. I know that it sounds like a lot, but I had something that would guarantee a tremendous profit for the company that I went to work for. The big thing I held out for was a piece of the action. For every product I developed, I received two percent of the gross. Just a simple search on the internet will show that the first invention that I gave them was a cure for viruses. It took nearly 4 months to develop, but since it wasn't a drug, it didn't have to go through any of the FDA red tape. Within eight months we'd cured the common cold, aids, herpes, shingles and a whole host of other viral related diseases. I was making $85 million dollars a year from that alone. I was getting sex on a regular basis now; but only when women realized who I was and that I was rich. I wanted women to find me fascinating for myself, not because of my bank account. I still had sex with them, but it was always in my mind to do something about it. I decided next to take care of the energy crisis. I admit that I decided to do this next because I was angry that it took so much of my money to fill my gas tank. I developed a large boxy device that put out between one to two and a half gallons of gasoline a day. It wasn't entirely free, every ten to twelve months you had to buy a packet of stuff from us, for thirty to forty dollars and empty it into a hopper on top; but the foolishness of the Middle East was no longer a primary concern for our future. By now I had a net worth, after taxes of $300 million. I exercised my stock options, and just like that I was worth $1.8 billion. The company entered into negotiations with the federal government for a discount on our fuel maker and the chemicals. The end result was that neither the company nor I ever had to pay income taxes again. I then developed quantum entangled particle communications, molecular electronics and computers. I had so many projects in development and was making so much money I had a hard time keeping track of everything: but I was still unhappy. I was 33 years old and hadn't found love. I decided to see if I could work on developing that in my lab at home. If I hadn't been so convinced of my genius, I should have been able to see the fallacy of my idea. I found a frequency that woke up nerves anywhere in the skin. It worked on women alone. I assume that there was a frequency that would work on men, but I didn't spend any time tracking that down. My massages became famous. I mounted a frequency generator that would handle the extremely high frequency rate in a massage table at home. Women loved my massages, and would eventually cum just from the massage alone, but it wasn't nearly enough. I knew that I was on the right track, but until I hit on the idea of adding another frequency I was at a dead end. I tested nerves obtained from clits and g-spots, determining how best to use them, but it didn't quite work. Everything I came up with worked more like a sex toy than a seduction device. The frequencies that those nerves responded to were so low that it was similar to a vibrator. I thought about the problem for hours on end; but when the solution occurred to me it was so easy. There is a property in electronics called a beat frequency. Mix two frequencies, say 1000Hz and 900Hz and you end up with four frequencies, 1000Hz, 900Hz, 1900Hz and 100Hz. For my purpose, the important frequency was the lower one. I was ecstatic when I found this combination: I set up a test bed and began running through test subjects. The sex was great for them; I was able to test their orgasms at up to 12 times stronger than without the signals, but when I questioned them afterwards, there was no emotional content at all, I was just the world's greatest lay. There was something else to add to the equation, and I knew that I'd find it. Seductive Frequencies It's been a long day. I'm going to eat, drink and go to sleep. I'll continue this tomorrow. **** May 17th I must have hidden the entrance better than I thought. For the past two days, I've heard them banging on the walls, trying to find the panic room. The extra care I took reinforcing the entrance was enough to hide it for now, but they might still find it. I doubt if they will blow the door, even if they find it, since they definitely want to take me alive; however if they find the entrance it will only take them a few hours to cut through. I've never been so scared in my life. I hear them tapping from the outside now, I'm still not yet safe. **** May 19th They are still moving around outside, but they seem to have given up tapping on the walls. For now I'm safe enough. I need to get back to recording my notes, in case I don't survive. Where was I? Oh yeah, something missing from the equation. I began studying nerves of the female genitalia and found the U-spot, found its frequency and added it to the test bed. Orgasm level was up to twenty times normal, but still emotional involvement was minimal: I kept looking until I found it, the A-spot. The A-spot was different than the other nerve bundles. All the other nerve bundles feed into it. The A-spot can either amplify of attenuate the other inputs. It took quite some time to discover the correct signal to properly stimulate the A-spot. It wasn't a simple frequency; but a complex signal. When I managed to set up the new signal to the test bed, it was magic. My instrumentation maxed out at 50 thousand times normal, there was no way to know how high it actually was, since it was so much higher than I was able to measure. It would have been like trying to measure the distance to the moon with a ruler. There was an emotional response as well; the flood of chemicals released into the test subject's left a residual emotional response. I tested twelve subjects and had identical responses. The one thing I never expected was the addictive and cumulative effects. After about four total hours of orgasms, the subjects were hooked. It was a minor inconvenience; I was rich and had security so it was easy to take care of. Looking back on this now, it's easy to see how short-sighted this approach was. I wanted to see how my device worked in the real world, so I built a prototype into a large elaborate ring. I needed to verify that it worked as well as the test bed and boy, was I not disappointed. I had an on/off switch and a, for lack of a better word call it a volume control. First I wanted to have an experimental control, so I went into a busy nightclub and slowly made my way around the club with the ring off. I turned the ring on; once I realized that every woman in the bar had ignored me, and made another circuit with the ring on high. It was like dragging a strong magnet through iron filings. Every woman in the place, including the employees followed me, even when I walked out of the club. I found out later that several of the women were married, engaged and seven of the women were gay; but they couldn't help themselves. When I reached the parking lot, I turned the ring off and kept walking. The women that were the farthest away began peeling away first. The others started to drop off one by one until the final one left me after a mile and a half. I started looking for the next busy business. I took a seat in the busy coffee shop. I turned on the ring at the lowest power output level, and waited for the waitress. Carol was a cute young girl, working her way through college by waiting on tables. When I was going to school, she was the type of girl I'd always lusted over, but never been able to attract. Even at the lowest power setting, I was fascinating to her. For the first time in my life, a woman was listening when I spoke to her. It was intoxicating. I felt, for the first time in my life, as if I was connecting with another human being on a personal level. I reached out my hand to shake hers. When my hand touched hers, the effect on her was immediate. Carol began breathing heavily, and her focus on me intensified higher than I'd seen before. She had to get closer; her hands were all over me. I panicked and turned off the ring. The effect on her wore off slowly as I restrained her. A contrite and repentant Carol said to me, "I've never done anything like that before. I don't know what came over me. I'd like to get to know you better. I get off in about an hour...." I was smiling as I told her, "I was going to get something to eat anyway, and I'll stay here until you're ready to leave." As she left, I turned the ring back on. My seat was near the back of the restaurant, near the restrooms. During the hour I spent waiting for Carol, every woman that walked within six feet of me tried to engage me in conversation. I was convinced that this was my best invention ever. I turned the ring off frequently to keep things simple. If I'd taken the time to analyze this situation properly, I could have avoided the troubles that I'm having now. I took Carol to my townhouse and turned on the ring. She attacked me again. If I'd complained, I'm sure that she would have been condemned as a rapist. I turned off the ring after I came several times, and let Carol come down. It took her nearly a half hour to come down from her post-sex high. She seemed to crave intimacy, as if we were in a long term relationship; but I wanted to get her reaction to the enhanced sex effect, so I queried her about her experience. I'll try to reproduce her answers as closely as I remember them, since she was the one who gave me the best answers. **** "When I first met you at the restaurant, I felt incredibly drawn to you. I've never felt as turned on by a man I'd just met. I could feel my lubrication starting, just by talking to you. I knew within ten seconds of talking to you that I wanted to fuck you. Just listening to your voice, I was on the verge of orgasm." I was surprised at the strength of the reaction, even at the lowest setting. I was interested in the change that had come over her when I'd shaken her hand so I asked her, "Can you tell me what happened when I shook your hand in the restaurant? I saw the change in you, and you got a little aggressive." Her embarrassment was palpable as she blushed and lowered her eyes, "I don't know what came over me. I've never been like that before. I wanted to fuck you so bad, I didn't think about anything else. I would have fucked you on the center stage of the half time show at the super bowl. I'm normally such a private person that when I realized what I was doing; I was shocked. I thought that I'd scared you off until you asked me out." Carol stopped talking, so I asked her, "What did it feel like to you when I touched you?" Carol rolled her eyes and giggled as she told me, "Just shaking your hand was five times better than the best massage I've ever received. My clothes started feeling tight and restrictive. More than anything else, I wanted us to be naked together. All these feelings were just from shaking your hand." "When you kissed me, I was on the verge of cumming. I may have been able to cum just from kissing you; but then you moved your mouth to my nipple and I actually started the best orgasm of my life. I'd never come so hard before that time. You made my nipples feel even more sensitive than my clit." "When you entered me, I came so hard and continuously, it felt like every second was a lifetime of pleasure. I never even imagined sex could be like that. I have no idea how long we fucked: but I had more orgasms and had more pleasure every two minutes than I've had the rest of my life, including masturbation." I was slightly concerned at the level of attachment I detected from her; however I had the perfect test subject with which to conduct my field experiments. I spooned in behind her, grabbing a breast with one hand and her crotch with the other after turning on the ring and fell asleep to her orgasmic grunts, groans and wiggling. Sometime during the night, the battery in the ring drained, and the ring quit working. Carol's cunt and thighs were slimy and there was a large wet spot under her hip. I moved slowly, slipping out of the bed without waking her. I had to pee first thing. I'd had a great night, but I'd figured out that I needed to be careful with the battery power. I went into the den, pulled out my tool case, opened the ring and replaced the battery. While I worked, I thought about the unexpected advantage of a body mounted device. It was stealthy; no one knew that I was wearing it. When I moved, the effect moved with me; therefore, the effect was associated with me. I could select any woman I wanted; as long as I was close enough to talk to her and far enough away from other women. It also seemed that my skin acted as an antenna, amplifying the effect with direct contact skin to skin. I contemplated the data for a while as I completed the routine maintenance and put away my tools. I suddenly realized that the effect was greatly enhanced when I touched her with my mouth. I reasoned that as effective as the skin was at carrying the signal, body fluids further amplified the effect. I went into the kitchen, made some coffee, put a couple of cups, cream, sugar, spoons and the hot coffee filled thermal carafe on a tray and took them back into the bedroom. I set the tray on the dressed and slipped into the bed; taking care not to wake Carol. I was surprised that the mere contemplation of the experiment I was planning had me so excited. My hand, which had spent at least most of the night in her crotch, still smelled vaguely of her essence as I moved that hand to her face. Carol was lying on her back with her mouth open. I turned on the ring as I put my vagina flavored finger into her mouth. I stayed far enough away so that no other part of my body touched her and watched the result. The minute my finger touched her tongue, her lips closed around it, her nostrils flared as she began breathing heavily and sucking desperately on my finger. Carol's eyes flew open when she came hard a few seconds later. Her stomach knotted up and her suction on my finger became even more intense. Carol looked over at me with desperation as she pulled my finger out of her mouth and begged as quickly as she could speak, "Fuck me, fuck me, please, please, please, fuck me." She then took my hand and did her best to shove the whole thing into her mouth. Carol continued cumming every twenty seconds or so, each orgasm seemed stronger that the one before. I watched for a couple of minutes until I could stand it no longer and then I moved in to take a nipple into my mouth. Carol's moans and grunts doubled as she began shaking from nearly continuous orgasms. I was nearly out of control as I moved between her legs and thrust myself into her sloppy wet clutching cunt. Her legs and arms locked me in a death grip as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her screams were nearly continuous; interrupted only by her need to replenish her breath. I had been drained last night, so I was in no immediate need to cum, despite my highly excited state. It took me nearly twenty minutes of energetic thrusting to approach orgasm. Right before I came, I put my finger into her ass. I couldn't ever hear my own grunts as her scream rent the air and she then passed out. I continued pumping my surprisingly large load into her twitching unconscious body. I turned off the ring before I was able to detach myself from her grasp. I lay beside her and waited for my breathing to recover. I thought about what I'd learned; the effect was cumulative. The more attachments I had to her body, the more powerful the effect was. I thought, as I sipped my coffee, what my next experiment should be. I need to get some food and sleep so that I'll be able to finish recording this warning. **** May 20th I still hear them moving around outside, but much less frequently. It's possible that I may get out of here alive if they think I've escaped. I've been careful with my supplies, and may be able to stretch another five days out of them without depleting my energy level too badly. I have to eat a large amount of food with carbohydrates the night before, and drink enough of the energy drink as I can hold just before I try to escape just to give me a slight hope of surviving an encounter if I'm caught by a small group: but I digress, I'll get back to the story. When Carol finally came to, she began clinging to me as if she'd never let me go. "I love you so much. I'd do anything for you." I asked her, "Carol, do you know any cute lesbians?" Carol began giggling uncontrollably. When she was able to talk, she said, "Yes, Ronnie dances at a topless club and makes good money; but the only thing that she likes about men is their money. She's been after me for months. Why do you ask?" I handed her the cup of coffee I'd made for her as I told her, "If you want to do this again tonight, bring her with you." When she left an hour later she was on a mission. **** I'd replaced the battery once again by the time Carol and an indignant Ronnie showed up at the door. There was hot food waiting for us, but I'd eaten before, just in case I had to turn on the ring to keep the lesbian girl from leaving. I could see the naked distain in her eyes as Carol tried to introduce us. Ronnie interrupted her and said with a condescending sneer, "My name is Veronica Blaine, Ronnie to my friends; you may call me Ms Blaine." This was even better than I hoped as I reached out my hand and turned on the ring. "I'm pleased to meet you Ms Blain, I'm Dr. Daniel Wilson. Call me Dan," I said as she began shaking my hand. "Oh, please call me Ronnie," She said in a contrite voice as she began breathing like a marathon runner. "I don't know what happened to my manners. I'm not usually that rude." I grabbed Carol around the waist, sticking my fingers into her already slimy sex. She immediately began cumming hard. I loaded up a couple of fingers and quickly moved them to Ronnie's mouth. Carol's surprise orgasm wound down just as quickly as it began once I removed my fingers. I decided that the food could wait as I said, "Why don't we take this up to the bedroom." Both women agreed, but I had to carry an orgasming Ronnie up the stairs in my arms, while my two fingers were still fish hooked into her suctioning mouth. I turned the ring up a little and kept near Ronnie as I pulled my fingers from her mouth. Carol and Ronnie began frantically tearing off their clothes and then shoved me down on the bed and ripped off mine. "I haven't had a real dick in five years, I'm going first." Ronnie yelled as she pushed Carol out of the way and impaled herself on my staff. I turned the ring back all the way down, and rolled over on top of a twitching and moaning Ronnie. I had a frustrated Carol on her back, leaning against the headboard, rolled Ronnie onto her hands and knees between Carol's thighs and shoved her face forward until she got the idea and started oral ministrations on her friend. When I re-entered Ronnie's sopping pussy they both began cumming hard again. We'd been fucking without stopping for about 45 minutes when my neighbor's wife walked in and began stripping down. She was in her mid forties, a little thick in the waist and not as attractive as she probably once was. When she spoke she gave me another clue that I should have caught, but at this point I'd stopped thinking with my big head, and was operating strictly on instructions from the little head. I missed the clue entirely. "My bedroom is just on the other side of this wall and for the last nearly hour, I've had an irresistible urge to come over here. Now that I'm here I'm so fucking horny I'll cum if you kiss me." She said as she climbed on the bed with us. We continued fucking in various combinations for the next hour and a half. The last thirty or forty minutes there was a pounding on the front door. I finally turned off the ring, got dressed and went to find out who was banging at my entryway that my neighbor had thoughtfully locked when she came in. Four very confused women with their hands bloody from pounding on my door were milling around in a confused manner on my porch. I tried to treat their hands and all but one ran away in confusion. She told me, "I was just walking by your house when I got an irresistible urge to go into your house. I don't know why, but when I couldn't get in I started banging on the door. The other girls came up one at a time and they started banging in the door as well. It felt more and more urgent but I couldn't stop myself." She never gave me her name, and left as confused as she was when she arrived. My neighbor lady had recovered a little, just enough to get dressed and slip past me, mumbling her apologies and begging me not to tell her husband. I relocked the door and made my way upstairs on exhausted rubbery legs. I got into bed and the two girls snuggled up on either side of me. Just before Ronnie fell asleep she grabbed the hand with my ring and said, "You sure fiddle with that ring a lot. This bump looks almost like an on off switch." I was too startled to say anything. She let go of my hand, grabbed my face, kissed me and said, just before she fell asleep, "If you just didn't have that damned cock, you'd be perfect. I can't believe that I'm in l love with a man." I think I now had the answer to all my questions. The effect traveled through one body to the next. The more people involved the more skin. The effect seemed to radiate out from the skin like a radio signal from an antenna. The more skin, the more effect was radiated. It seemed that the only weak point with the whole process was the ring. The problem was battery life and concealability: but I had an idea that I thought was brilliant to take care of both those problems. I was wrong of course, my solution lead me directly to the fix that I'm now in. **** May 21st I had developed molecular electronics and computing, and figured that if I miniaturized the circuits, I could implant them in my body. It wouldn't take much power to run a molecular computer. A regular, fully charged AAA battery held more than enough energy to run it at full power for ten thousand years, and I had developed a unique body powered generator that would give me more than enough power to run the computer and the signal generator as long as my body temperature remained above 90 degrees. I chuckled as I thought that I could remain sexually active as long as I lived, and depending upon the external temperature, up to six hours after I died. I programmed the computer to begin building the molecular computer, signal generator and the power supply prototype as soon as I was able to get back to the lab. I added one other thing that contributed to my current problem. I developed medical self-replicating nanobots to treat various medical problems. Once they were programmed they would continue to work in the body until they cured the disease, or they accomplished their mission. I programmed them to double my sex related nerves, and quadruple my sexual fluid production so that I would be able to enjoy sex even more often. The entire prototype was smaller than half the size of a grain of salt. I suspended it in .1 cc of saline solution with the nanobots, deadened the injection site with a topical anesthetic and injected it near a nerve bundle on my cock. The pain receded slowly and I went to get some rest. The next few days, I waited to see what effect the experiment would have. It took six days before I saw any change. I began having frequent erections and my female technicians began to try to flirt with me when I was hard. I started to masturbate frequently, six to ten times a day. I wanted to keep my personal and business life separate, so I decided it was time to go back to visit Carol. Seductive Frequencies I had told Carol I'd see her in a month or so, but I had to travel for business. She was glad to see me a few days earlier than she'd hoped. We spent the first few hours in her bed, making love more times than I'd ever been able to before. We were hungry, and I was depleted enough that the automatic cut-off I'd designed in activated, so we decided to go out for dinner. After we finished eating, an excited Carol recommended that we ask Ronnie to join us. Being an unmitigated son of a bitch, I had no problem with that. We met Ronnie in the parking lot of the club that she worked at. I wanted to leave, but Ronnie wanted to show off the only man she'd fucked in the last five years to her lesbian friends that worked with her in the club. Against my better judgment, I let her talk me into it. That lapse in judgment was the beginning of my realization that I had a real problem. Ronnie's two lesbian friends were at first disdainful of me, because of my gender. Watching the action in the club, I soon got hard; that's when things began to change. All four women fought off the other dancers in the club and pulled me into the small women's bathroom. They raped me repeatedly until the cops came and broke down the door. I didn't want to testify, but the ADA made vague threats about holding me as a material witness, without allowing me out until the trial, so I reluctantly agreed. When I was able to get away, I immediately began trying to determine what went wrong. It took me months of secluded effort to determine that I had several problems. The nanobots would occasionally reactivate and requadrupple my sexual fluid replenishment and double my nerve sensitivity. Being constantly horny, I would get hard at the slightest provocation; thereby automatically activating the unit. The power supply was producing more power than was used. The excess power was radiated by the signal generator, making it much more powerful than I designed it to be. My hubris led to another tragic mistake as I sought to correct these problems without totally deactivating the device. I had to sneak into my lab, since I was no longer able to interact with women in a nonsexual way: not only due to their reaction to me, but also my reaction to them. The nanobots had made me about 64 times hornier than the average man, and I was able to enjoy sex 8 times as much. My first order of business in the lab was to deactivate the nanobots to keep me from becoming so horny that I'd never be able to think about anything but sex. I was successful in deactivating the nanobots, so that any further modifications to my sexual response were stopped; but I was unable to reprogram the molecular computed when I was assaulted by the two female security guards. The riot, the next morning by the female company employees destroyed the necessary equipment to fix my other problems. I was able to escape without being hurt, but my attempt to fix my other problems was set back a couple of years. I designed a special mesh to use as a high frequency Faraday cage, and lined my bedroom suite in my mansion with the material. I moved Carol and Ronnie into the mansion with me. I had to fuck them each at least six times a day just to be able to think clearly, but it was getting to be too much for them. I then made my final mistake; I allowed them to bring in some of their horny friends to help them keep me drained. Recording this is extremely embarrassing and time consuming. I am a little weak and tired. I still occasionally hear them moving around outside, so I know that I'm still in danger. I hope that they haven't damaged the dozens of crates of scientific equipment that I have in the basement. If I'm able to escape, I'll need that instrumentation to fix my problem. I'm going to rest quietly for the next few days to attempt to stretch my dwindling food supply as long as possible. I'll need to consume about 3500 calories of carbohydrates the night before and about 2 liters of electrolytes just before I exit this relatively safe place. I'll try to finish this record before I leave the panic room. **** May 23rd This is likely to be my last entry in this journal. I've verified, once again, the math in the first part of this record, and certify that it's correct. The computer code I included should show the way to solve the trickier programming problems. I've eaten the last of my food, and will drink my last two liters of electrolytes before I leave in the morning. I figure that if I leave about five in the morning, when human reactions are the lowest, it will give me a slight edge. I've only got about ten hours, and will have to masturbate for at least four hours to have any hope of escape, so I'll have to get right to recording the rest of my horrifying experience. I have little hope of actually making it out of here if there are any of them around, but I've not heard any of them since yesterday so it might be possible. I'll get back to the story now. The beginning of my downfall was allowing the girls to bring their friends in to help me drain myself. Of course, I was once again thinking with the little head instead of the big one. One by one, I had beautiful women added to my harem. Carol and Ronnie had no problem with sharing me, and delighted in presenting me with some of the most beautiful women in the United States. Before my own in-house riot, I had nearly 80 women living in my house, but not in the suite with us. We had reached critical mass. When they rushed the suite, I barely made it to my secret escape route. I next found a remote place to live, and settled in with a 55 gallon drum of sexual lubricant and a motorized male masturbation device. I was okay there, but knew that I'd have to find a permanent solution. I flew a local male lawyer and male notary to my location, and gave them power of attorney to purchase a house where I'd have a chance to build a new laboratory. I arranged to have plenty of my mesh delivered, and the scientific equipment stored in crates in the basement. I was terrified when I first got here, but managed to complete the redoubt and its Faraday cage without being detected. I only brought up three days worth of emergency food into the redoubt before I had to go to my disastrous court TV appearance. I was in the hospital about two weeks, and then was moved to a limited access private clinic to convalesce for the next nine months. I had the room lined with the mesh material, and limited my visitors to male caregivers only. If I'd been thinking clearly, I'd have bought the clinic out, and set up a lab right there. Until I left, I was safe, but one of the staff must have talked. When I tried to sneak out of the clinic, I was followed. Somehow they tracked me back here. They saw me and chased me into the redoubt. I wasn't able to bring up any more food, and I have no other options other than to try to escape. I hope that I'm able to make it back to the remote location before they catch me; but if they are out there it's unlikely that I will. That's enough to give you an idea of what went wrong if I don't make it. Let me discourage you from trying to reproduce my experiment. I assure you that your own state of mind will cause you to make mistakes. They will in all probability be disastrous for you. I'll close out this record and begin masturbating. If I drain myself enough, I may be able to sneak out of here. If you read this, I didn't make it. Please, for the love of god, don't ignore my warning. You'll never take care of all the problems, and masturbating is still better than being fucked to death. Good bye and god bless. **** Three years later: I really should have listened to his warnings: but my ego wouldn't allow me to think that there was a problem that I couldn't solve. My mom's brother, Ron Stillenberger gave me Doctor Wilson's journal to help him with his investigation. I was an exceedingly bright associate professor of physics at the premiere technical college in the United States. I thought I knew everything, and even Dr. Wilson's dire warnings couldn't convince me otherwise. My hubris has put me in a very bad place without any hope of escape. I'm not sure how they tracked me down, but I calculate that if they maintain the same rate of progress, they will have broken through within two hours, maybe less. So I only have that long to tell you what went wrong. The attached file with this email is a copy of every page of Dr Wilson's journal. There are still secrets to be gleaned from the math he included, and I feel that you are one of the few scientists I know who will be able to understand them. My uncle Ron was a precinct captain of the homicide detectives who investigated Dr. Wilson's death. He stumbled across his journal and thought that I might be able to help him with the investigation; so he brought the book to me. I glanced at the math and was extremely excited; much of what was presented there was unknown to anyone else. Since His injuries in that court TV thing there had been no advancement in the field that this math covered. When Uncle Ron died at the graveside service riot that hot late spring day, no one knew that I had the journal. After I grieved for him I thought about how to profit from the information I now had. I went to the company that Dr. Wilson worked for and made them aware that I was the only person in the world who understood what he'd developed, and how to improve it. I was hired immediately with an obscene starting salary and given a sizable amount of the gross for all the products I'd be working on. I worked hard for nearly six months, nearly around the clock, and when I finally took a look at my bank account I had well over $100 million. I tripled that over the next six months. It was all well deserved; the improvements I was able to make in his original designs were phenomenal, but all based on his math. As rich as I was, and as happy as I was with my work, there was still something missing. In my mind, I still hadn't proved that I was smarter than Dan Wilson. What better way to prove I was better than to succeed in the only endeavor in which he failed. I recreated the nanobots and the molecular computer and electronics, being very careful to redesign his glaring errors. I installed the device into myself. At first there were no problems, but then I realized that the device was no longer turning off. I could no longer go out in public. The company may have suspected what I had done, and took steps to keep me safe. They built me this remote laboratory, and flew in the most beautiful women; I insisted that it was only one at a time. The women somehow got together a month ago and figured out where I was. Yesterday afternoon, they overpowered the small guard detachment and began cutting into the steel lined, reinforced concrete wall. They cut the telephone lines, and the person who I need to email with problems won't be in until long after they get in here. The company considered this sight so secure that they failed to provide a hidden escape route. I doubt that I'll survive until help arrives, although there are less than 200 of them, but being raped for at least 8 hours will probably kill me. As far as the problem with my design, which I have included, I think that there is an incompatibility between the nanobots and the automatic cutoff. Any other thing that you want to work on, you'll do well with if you understand the math, but I beg you, don't try to reproduce this one. It'll kill you for sure. I see that they are cutting through and I have less than three minutes to send this, so I have to send this. Once again I urge you DON'T TRY THIS EXPERIMENT!!!!!!!!!!! **** I just received this email this morning, and almost deleted it. The only reason I kept it was that it was from a close friend I'd had in college. The story was unbelievable, but the math was revolutionary. I'd never seen anything like it. The implications are amazing. I'm going to have to try some of the things that are suggested......... **** The way to motivate us authors to spend the hours it takes to write entertaining stories is to let us know that you appreciate our effort. 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