1. The making of a God Part 1


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, Mind Control, Voyeurism, Author: sluttrainer137, Rating: 86.3, Source: sexstories.com

    The Making of a God Prologue Soft moon shadows fell in through the lone window in the room. At first, I wondered where I was and why I was naked, then memory came crashing down. The men in suits. They had taken me from my blankets last night. At gunpoint, to be sure, although they had appeared as scared as I was. Without allowing time to get dressed, they hauled me to the waiting van outside, where a man in a labcoat injected me with something, and I was out. The next thing I remember was waking up here in this room, or rather being here in this room. Standing, I obviously hadn't been asleep. I slowly turned to survey the room. It was stark, with a wooden door, one window, a painting showing some long ago battle, a bookshelf with maybe half a dozen books, a plain carved writing table and simple chair, and...sitting in that chair was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Wearing a business suit, her red-gold hair spilled down her back with elegant curls. She was slender and fit, with probably what I though would be C-cup breasts trying to press their way out of her blouse. Even her horn-rimmed glasses did nothing to diminish her beauty. Fool, thinking about her breasts. This woman obviously just kidnapped you. “You were born to Command,” she said, and the capital was plain. I just stood there looking at her. Whatever she wanted I wasn't going to give it to her. “Sit, and we'll talk.” There was a comfortable looking chair behind me, with red velvet cushions, but instead I ...
    strode over to the bookshelf. Books on prophecy and history, it appeared. “Command?” I said, playing for time. “What's that?” In a lecturing tone, she began, “Commanders are people with the ability to, well, command. It's an ability that allows us to control the human race. We speak, and they listen.” “So am I to believe you're some kind of aliens?” I asked, striding back to the chair. It did look comfortable and I had only a couple hours sleep last night. Sitting, I continued, “And you are telling me, I suppose, that I'm an alien?” Her smile was...amused. “No, not aliens. We're human. At least we're born human. Then we transcend that. I guess you could say, we are their Gods...in a manner of speaking. Most don't know we exist, most don't want to.” The lecturing tone was back. “You see, we can tell someone to do something, and they will, or at least to the extent of their ability, try. Their mind, in order to preserve some iota of free will, erases the fact that you told them. Oh, they still remember you speaking, but their sub-conscious mind will take the Command and implant it as if the thought came from them. In other words, they will wholeheartedly believe that they had a choice, and they actually wanted to do whatever it was you told them to do.” I didn't believe, but I wanted to. “I guess I'm not...whatever it is you are, because I can think of a lot of times in my life, where I've been told 'No'. Can I go home now?” I regretted the last as soon as it was out, it sounded ...
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