The mind control rape fantasy - Rape Board

Col. Kink · 03-08-2014, 11:04 AM

Another of my favorite rape fantasies is the mind control rape.

Anyone who has read Isaac Asimov's "Foundation" books will be familiar with The Mule - a mutant born with the power of emotional control. He had the ability to reach into a person's mind and adjust their emotions however it suited him - slavish devotion, undying love, psychotic fear - and nail it in place permanently, or shift it from one emotional state to another. Armies would not, could not, fight him as long as he could get within eyeshot of their generals and political leaders. He could even delete your memories so you forgot anything he didn't want you to know. The only thing that stopped him from total galactic conquest was the intervention of the Second Foundation, a secret society of scholars who had themselves developed similar mental powers.

It occurs to me a man with such powers could effectively have any woman he wants in any way he wants. Let's say I met a young woman, a cute stranger, at the local mall. All it would take is a second tweaking her mind and suddenly she's all giggly cooperative. "Sure, Mr. Total Stranger, I'll drop everything I'm doing and ride home with you."

Once at home, where my secure basement dungeon is waiting, she eagerly strips down while I take photos and videos and she smiles appreciatively as I strap her into the rape rack.

Then I release the mental control, allowing her mind to return to normal. She begins screaming and pleading as she suddenly realizes where she is and what's happening to her. Her begging for mercy only makes me harder as I thrust deep into and slap her ass around. I make certain to ejaculate inside of her.

When I'm finished, and she sags in the rack crying and sobbing, I tweak her mind again. Suddenly she's slavishly devoted to me, apologizing for her shameful display of weakness and now begging me to abuse her some more.

I tell her "no," and order her to dress, which she does, all pouty as she does so. When she's done, I take her back to the mall where I found her, and I leave her sitting in the food court with the last few hours of her memory deleted, so that she has no recollection of what happened, leaving me safe to strike again. And all this without ever having learned her name.

And in the months to come, as her belly bulges and she learns she is pregnant, she is stuck with an unending mystery: How did this happen?

03-08-2014, 11:04 AM	#1
Col. Kink Member Join Date: Nov 2013 Posts: 51 Reputation: 95	The mind control rape fantasy Another of my favorite rape fantasies is the mind control rape. Anyone who has read Isaac Asimov's "Foundation" books will be familiar with The Mule - a mutant born with the power of emotional control. He had the ability to reach into a person's mind and adjust their emotions however it suited him - slavish devotion, undying love, psychotic fear - and nail it in place permanently, or shift it from one emotional state to another. Armies would not, could not, fight him as long as he could get within eyeshot of their generals and political leaders. He could even delete your memories so you forgot anything he didn't want you to know. The only thing that stopped him from total galactic conquest was the intervention of the Second Foundation, a secret society of scholars who had themselves developed similar mental powers. It occurs to me a man with such powers could effectively have any woman he wants in any way he wants. Let's say I met a young woman, a cute stranger, at the local mall. All it would take is a second tweaking her mind and suddenly she's all giggly cooperative. "Sure, Mr. Total Stranger, I'll drop everything I'm doing and ride home with you." Once at home, where my secure basement dungeon is waiting, she eagerly strips down while I take photos and videos and she smiles appreciatively as I strap her into the rape rack. Then I release the mental control, allowing her mind to return to normal. She begins screaming and pleading as she suddenly realizes where she is and what's happening to her. Her begging for mercy only makes me harder as I thrust deep into and slap her ass around. I make certain to ejaculate inside of her. When I'm finished, and she sags in the rack crying and sobbing, I tweak her mind again. Suddenly she's slavishly devoted to me, apologizing for her shameful display of weakness and now begging me to abuse her some more. I tell her "no," and order her to dress, which she does, all pouty as she does so. When she's done, I take her back to the mall where I found her, and I leave her sitting in the food court with the last few hours of her memory deleted, so that she has no recollection of what happened, leaving me safe to strike again. And all this without ever having learned her name. And in the months to come, as her belly bulges and she learns she is pregnant, she is stuck with an unending mystery: How did this happen?