Dr. Stanislaus Jackson zipped up his pants, catching his breath as he looked down at his hypnoslave. Wanda was kneeling on the carpet of her living room, eyes closed, deep in trance. His lust for the Rubenesque woman wasn’t quite sated, but he had bigger fish to fry, and she was crucial to those plans. The Lori girl would be arriving sometime within the next half-hour, and he would then find out just how much she was worth. He commanded her to sit on the couch, and then prepared her for her awakening. “Wanda, on the count of three, you will awaken, feeling relaxed and ready for Lori’s hypnotic massage. You will not notice the taste in your mouth, and you will not remember anything that has happened since we came into the living room. You and I had a nice chat about the profit from this pending auction. You are Wanda, my predator, my irresistible hypnoteuse. Lori does not stand a chance, and she will make both of us very rich. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master. I understand,” she replied without moving. When her eyes opened, she smiled at Dr. Jackson, and said, “Shit. I need a cigarette.” Wanda looked at the clock. “But I can’t have one now—Lori’s gonna be here any time now, and I don’t think I’ll have enough time to air out the house because she’ll come to the kitchen today. She doesn’t know I smoke, and she’d blow a gasket.” Dr. Jackson nodded gravely, agreeing. “Of course,” she resumed, her voice becoming throaty, “if I had enough time for that, we’d have enough time… You’re still one hell of a sexy man.” Her eyes twinkled with sexual mischief, but it disappeared in moments, and Wanda finished, “I still have a massage to give,” with a sigh. “But if things work out,” she evilly added, “this may be one of the last massages I give.”
Perfect. His predator was ready for her task. “I’ll—hide upstairs until she’s ready for me,” Dr. Jackson said. Wanda agreed, thinking that his presence would distract the girl. “Serum ready?” Wanda nodded curtly. “Great! Come and get me when she’s ready for me.” He went upstairs to her bedroom, a route he knew well, to plot his seduction of the doomed virgin.
Lori arrived five minutes later, knocking on the kitchen door. “The downstairs door said it was broken,” she eagerly said.
“Yeah, kiddo. I’ve got to get it fixed this week.”
Lori breathed, “Well… is the doctor here? �Can I meet him? Maybe—talk to him before my massage? I don’t know how out of it I’ll be and—”
“Relax, kiddo. No, he isn’t here yet. He’s a busy man. I think he’s interviewing some high school student for admission to Yale,” she lied. “He’s like that, though, taking some of his free time to give some people a leg up. I told you about him and your stress, so he decided to intervene. He’s on the admissions committee at the local medical school, and he said that he gets one freebie, and I think you’re gonna be it!” She smiled at Lori, a false one to fit the cover story she’d rehearsed with Dr. Jackson. Lori needed to be at ease and comfortable with him. “Now, go downstairs and try to relax, will you? I know you’re excited, but that can do a lot of the same things that stress can do to your muscles.” Lori nodded, still barely controlling her excitement, and bounced down the steps to the massage room.
Wanda took two vials of Dr. Jackson’s special batch of the black lotus serum; he’d mixed it and brought it over with him. With a little bit of luck, they were going to have one auction-ready virgin today. If they weren’t lucky, Lori would be ready within three weeks. Wanda resisted the temptation to hurry—that money still hung tenuously in Lori’s hypnotically-enhanced trust. She didn’t want to give the girl any reason to start losing said trust. She padded downstairs to find Lori face down on the massage table, but her legs wouldn’t stop moving. Maybe the cover story was a little too good. However… “Massage time, Lori.” It wasn’t a problem as the girl’s legs collapsed onto the table as their owner was instantly entranced. Wanda began to work on her shoulders as she usually did. “And now Lori, you feel Wanda making your shoulders all relaxed… you’ve been a good girl… not hunching when you study. Such a good, good girl… And you feel the pleasant warmth spreading through your body… that warmth that makes you just a little thirsty…”
Dr. Jackson had been passing the time by looking in Wanda’s drawers to see if she’d purchased any new, interesting sex toys since the last time he’d looked. She could be turned into a nymphomaniac with a short phrase—but it wasn’t that much of a stretch. All it took was for her to lose fifty pounds, he mused, and she’s been playing catch up on all the orgasms she’d missed for all those years ever since. He paused as he knelt to check her bedtime reading stack under her night table. Shortly after he’d converted her into his enterprise, he’d found an introductory book on BDSM there. While hypnotized, she’d been a perfect sub, but her natural tendencies were surprisingly domme. It had come in handy because she was good at hypno-training submissives, male and female. He wondered if there was something new that he could use to his advantage.
He was disappointed then when he found a bunch of scholarly-looking texts. Curious, he picked one up. “Theories of Mutiple Personality Disorder,” he read aloud. Was Wanda looking to get into abnormal psych? All the other books were similar in topic. Was she trying to do something with the girl’s second personality? He had told her not to do anything like that, that it could backfire. Dr. Jackson got a little angry; while it hadn’t been an out-and-out command, he’d expected Wanda to defer to him in matters psychological. After all, he was the psychologist. If she’s screwed this up…
Lori had finished both of the vials and her body had absolutely no tension, anywhere. Wanda stopped her massage. “Lori, can you hear me?” she whispered.
“Yes. I hear you.” The girl’s voice was strong and steady, if a little muffled by the towel in the headpiece. So this is what Dr. Jackson does after I finish with them.
“Now Lori, soon you will hear a male voice. It is the voice of the doctor I promised to introduce you to. You will remain relaxed and asleep, but it is important that you do as he says. He will help you accomplish your goal. You want to accomplish your goal, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Relax completely and sleep deeply, feeling the wonderful sense of your massage from Wanda. Wanda is your friend, and she will always help you, do you understand?”
“Yes, Wanda. Wanda is my friend.”
Wanda permitted herself an evil smile and went to retrieve Dr. Jackson. He was reading a book in her bedroom. “She’s ready now,” she quietly said. He turned to her, spoke three words, and Wanda was telling him everything about Lori and Lyssa and the things they’d done together, not leaving anything out... and then they were in the basement, regarding Lori’s limp form on the massage table.
“Lori, my name is Dr. Jackson,” he said as Wanda watched, mute and immobile. “Can you hear me?”
“Yes, Dr. Jackson.”
“Very good. I understand that you are a very good student and want to get into medical school.”
“Yes, sir.”
“A good doctor must not be shy about the human body. Are you shy about your own body, Lori?”
“Yes.”
“Then I must help you conquer this shyness. Turn over. Remember, I am a doctor, just like the doctors you’ve gone to. I am going to do an exam. This way, you can be comfortable with your body, Lori.” After a few seconds of hesitation, Lori did as she had been told. Very slowly, Dr. Jackson carefully spread her legs apart to insure that her value hadn’t been compromised. Lori shifted slightly on the table, but between the powerful drugs and the false suggestion, she kept her legs spread and reasonably still while he inspected her.
At least the second personality hasn’t screwed that up. “you’ve done very well, Lori,” he said as he straightened back up. “You are on your way to being comfortable with your body. That will help you accomplish your goal. You may relax completely now.” Her legs slid flat onto the table in slow-motion. “Very good. Now, the next thing you will be able to understand will be Wanda’s voice.” He walked over to Wanda and whispered something into her ear.
“Bad girl come out, remaining as deeply asleep and hypnotized as Lori.” Lori didn’t move a muscle. “hello, Lyssa. It’s been a while.”
“Hello, Wanda.” The presence in the tone of the of the voice impressed Dr. Jackson. Lori’s natural voice was girlish, befitting her demeanor, but this Lyssa personality was a sexpot if her voice was any indication. The price just went up again. “Yes, it has been a while. Lori’s been a good girl, and she hasn’t gone out recently. School’s heating up, so I haven’t been needed.”
“I understand, Lyssa. I will count you awake from one to ten so you can be out for a little while Would you like that?” The girl made a throaty hum that the other two people in the room took as agreement. “When you wake up, you will still be hypnotized, and you will still obey Wanda, like always. Do you understand? If you do not agree, Wanda will not let you out again.”
“Yes, Wanda. I understand. Please let me out.”
Wanda evenly gave Lyssa some more commands before counting her to a semi-hypnotized state. While this exchange was going on, Dr. Jackson was formulating plans for his seduction. Yes, Wanda had allowed the second personality to develop more than it had been, and Lori was in full-blown MPD. However, the second personality had some—desirable qualities. Maybe he could turn it to his advantage. She wouldn’t be ready for auction this week, but it shouldn’t take too long. “… And ten!” His contemplation was broken by Lori sitting up, and sliding her legs over one side of the table.
“Lyssa, this is Dr. Jackson. He’s going to help Lori.,” Wanda said.
“Lyssa” crossed her legs and struck a flirtatious pose. “Hello, Dr. Jackson. It’s very nice to meet you.” Her voice oozed sex. All of Lori’s sexuality was bottled up in this personality, and she knew how to work it. “You’re a very handsome man,” Lyssa boldly said, throaty voice and all. “But I don’t want you to get the wrong idea,” she continued. “I want Lori to get into medical school, but there are—things—that I won’t do.”
Dr. Jackson nodded and smiled. “That’s all right, Lyssa. It would be a serious breach of professional ethics, and I would never think of even implying that there’s a quid pro quo here. I understand from Wanda that you are Lori’s—protector.”
Lyssa nodded, “There are things she wants to be able to do, but she’s not ready for some of them, and some of them have a stigma attached. So I’m her inner bad girl. I mean, when she’s ready, I’ll go away, but right now, she’s gotta stay focused on school. Would this affect her chances of you getting her into medical school?”
“No,” Dr. Jackson replied. “I have a freebie, and I just want to make sure that you won’t—appear in the middle of surgery or something like that. Would you like to come upstairs where we can talk in more—appropriate surroundings?”
“Will it offend you if I have a cigarette and a drink? Lori’s urges have been suppressed for a few weeks now.”
“Not at all, Lyssa,” he smiled, indicating the stairway. She walked up the steps with an inviting sway, looking all the world like she was perfectly awake. He paused, first considering her wonderfully round butt, and then turned to Wanda and whispered some more to her. Wanda slid down the wall to the floor, and her eyes closed. I’ll deal with you fully later, he thought as he headed up the steps.
Lyssa was already lighting one of Wanda’s Mores from a fresh pack when he got upstairs. “Wanda’s going to stay downstairs so that we can have some privacy. I see you found her cigarettes.”
“She keeps her carton in the freezer. I hope she doesn’t mind that I opened a new one.”
“I don’t think she will,” Dr. Jackson smiled. “So, Lyssa, I gather that Lori would like to drink and smoke, but that doesn’t jibe well with being a serious pre-medical student.”
“You’re smart as well as good-looking,” she retorted in her throaty voice. Dr. Jackson had to concentrate to keep from getting aroused to the point where it would be obvious.
“I definitely think that I can help you achieve your goal.”
“That would be great!”
“Both of you.”
Lyssa stopped in mid-drag and blew the smoke out in a hurry. “What?!!??”
“You told me that Lori’s urges haven’t been fulfilled. Leaving out the sexual urges, I could allow her to indulge you more often, and fix it so that the normal, social things that a young woman does, which is your role, will not stress her. There’s medication available—it’s very new, but it’s very specifically targeted towards people like you and Lori. It won’t integrate you, but it will let you share more of the experiences.”
“You mean that I could go out with the girls… smoking and drinking and flirting?!!! I could get her to stop being so deliberately frumpy?” Dr. Jackson smiled. He’d found his “in.” Lyssa lit another cigarette, energized. “Wanda’s tried to get her to be less puritanical about the way she looks, but it’s been real slow going. Look at these,” she said, indicating the non-existent clothes her hypnotized mind had put on her naked body. “The hair is plain, the makeup is plain… We’re a good-lookin’ girl, but she works at hiding it.”
“This drug will allow you more control over actions such as those,” Dr. Jackson evenly said. “And she’ll still accomplish her goal.”
“That would be awesome!” Lyssa bubbled.
“Let me go back to my office—it’s not that far from here and get you some samples. Feel free to help yourself to anything up here while I’m gone. When you get done, go back downstairs for the rest of your massage. Our time here has been off the clock, so you’ve still got quite a while left. I’ll tell Wanda to wait for you.” He stood and headed down the steps, leaving Lyssa to her own devices. He gave Wanda some more whispered instructions, and she walked over to a nearby chair, eyes closed, still deeply entranced and perfectly obedient. They only opened when the downstairs door banged.
“Dammit!” she hissed, and sprang from her seat to mess with the balky door. It took her five minutes to get it shut again. Since Lyssa was not in any hurry to return, Wanda sat and read one of the magazines she kept for patients. Any display of impatience would ruin what they were trying to accomplish.
Lyssa sighed unhappily as she put the toothbrush away. She had crammed an entire weekend’s fun into the past hour, masturbating to two orgasms. Dr. Jackson was her focus point—even though she couldn’t do it with him for real (as much as she would have liked to), he made for a great fantasy. “Oh shit… I forgot to have a drink,” she said after rinsing. “Oh, well. No time for that now. Our massage awaits.”
Dr. Jackson had returned by the time she came back down the steps to the first floor. “Here you go, Lyssa,” he said, handing her a bottle of tiny white pills. “Take one around the same time every day. Whatever you do, don’t take more than one at a time,” he sternly warned. “It won’t make the process go any faster, but it could kill you or leave you mentally incapacitated.”
“we don’t want that,” Lyssa acknowledged. “Thank you, Dr. Jackson. Now, does this mean that Lori will get to med school, and I’ll have some fun?”
“I guarantee this will accomplish both your goals.” The girl stood on tiptoe and gave him a peck on the cheek. It was a sweet, virginal gesture coming from a vixen, but Lori had more influence over Lyssa than vice versa. Soon, neither of them would have any influence other than Dr. Jackson’s programming. He sent her back downstairs to Wanda, offhandedly wondering why it took so long for Lyssa to finish whatever it was she had been doing.
“Bad girl go away,” said Wanda, and the subtle transformation took place once again. It was a sign that the potion was wearing off. It induced a deeper trance, but had a shorter duration. That wasn’t a problem, because Wanda just instructed the girl with her normal hypnotic litany. “Yes, you want to do what Wanda says because she is your friend. Wanda will help you accomplish your goal. Take one of these macrovitamins each night before you go to bed. They will help you focus in school. You will come see Wanda next week for your appointment as usual… Don’t forget to take the macrovitamin each night…� You cannot miss your appointment with Wanda next week…
Lori arrived at Wanda’s for her massage at one p.m. on the dot the following Sunday. “Hi Wanda! I’ve got my final presentation coming this week, and you know what? I feel prepared, I’m not scared, and I’m… well, relaxed about it!” She hugged her friend. “I can honestly say that I’ve been doing much better this semester ever since I’ve started getting therapy from you. You’ve been like the best thing that’s happened to me this year,” the girl sincerely smiled. “And now… your Doctor Jackson says that he’ll see to it that I’ll accomplish my goal, and it’s like a dream come true!”
Somewhere deep inside, Wanda wanted to tell Lori to leave and never come back. She desperately wanted Lori to know the truth, because that was the only thing that could possibly save her now. Wanda knew that the only way to prevent Lori from vanishing into a life of conditioned slavery was to destroy the friendship she had made. Instead, all she could do was to hug Lori back, saying, “I’m so happy for you, kiddo…”
Lori undressed for her massage in front of Wanda without a care, not realizing how out-of-character this would seem to anyone who knew her. She climbed onto the table and climbed under the towel, taking a few seconds to get herself all settled before her massage. When her friend said the magic words, Lori sighed and slid down the tunnel into a silent, blank, relaxation. Her throat was parched, but the refreshing orange drink drove it completely away, as it always did. She never heard Wanda go upstairs.
In the stairwell, Wanda was alone, away from Lori, her victim, and Dr. Jackson, her master. Without an object to focus upon, she was no longer Dr. Jackson’s predator, ready to subjugate another unwitting victim into a life of slavery, in order to turn a profit. With each increasingly slow step, the voice of Wanda’s conscience fought the programming with all its might. By the time she made it into the living room, Wanda was strong enough to pleadingly blurt out, “She’s just a naïve, sweet girl, Dr. Jackson. Can’t we find another one?”
He blinked, caught by surprise. Between the hypnotism, the conditioning, and the kicker of the orgasmic reinforcement, Wanda should have been wet and ready to finish the girl off, not pleading to spare her. His shock allowed a small part of him to consider her request. He wasn’t entirely heartless. It was rejected quite rationally, because now there was a full-fledged bidding war going on, and the physical auction had already been arranged. He couldn’t go back on his word now and expect to live for very long. He slid his hand into his pants pocket.
Wanda weakly said, “No… please…” knowing what was about to happen. She wanted to turn and run away, maybe even report him to the police, but a sparkle caught her eye and her legs locked in place. She heard him speak to her… the crystal was so pretty… she would obey… his words… “Please, Dr. Jackson! Let her go!!! I’ll get three more for you, for free!”
Her impassioned cry surprised Dr. Jackson even more. She was slipping away from his control. Something about this girl had engendered a protective response. “Wanda, focus on the crystal,” he sternly commanded. “When you see the crystal, my words are your thoughts.” He breathed a sigh of relief as her face went blank.
You bastard! She’s a sweet, smart girl! Wanda’s inner self weakly made itself known, but the protest faded from her conscious thoughts as the sparkling, beautiful lights filled her vision. Scant seconds after she had made the best counter-offer her half-hypnotized mind could come up with, it had been forgotten. There were only the lights in the pretty, pretty, crystal, and her thoughts, now dictated by Dr. Jackson. A few minutes later, Wanda the Predator, Dr. Jackson’s best pre-closer ever, said with a deliciously wicked edge, “She’s ready for you, master.”
“Excellent, Wanda,” Dr. Jackson said. “You will help her to obey my commands, as you must obey them. If she seems troubled, I will need you to calm her very quickly. Do you remember what we discussed, and how this is going to happen?”
“Yes, my master. I remember and obey,” was the throaty response. She was his predator, and together with him, they were going to score very big on this one. She led him down the steps to the room where Lori lay, insensate.
“Lori,” Wanda whispered, “stay completely relaxed as you enjoy the sensations of Wanda’s wonderful massage… these sensations are so pleasant and so relaxing that you will not stop feeling them as long as you are in this room… and because you trust Wanda, you want to do everything that Wanda says, you will remain deeply asleep while you do as I ask… Now, I want you to sit up.” Lori helplessly complied in a zombie-like slow-motion. “In a moment, Lori, you will hear a man’s voice… a familiar man’s voice. It is your friend Dr. Jackson. Remember that he will help you accomplish your goal.”
“Yes… Dr. Jackson. I re-mem-ber,” Lori breathed, smiling.
“Hello, Lori,” he began, mock gentleness in his voice. “Are you ready to accomplish your goal?”
“Yessss… Wan’be doc-tor… Dr… Jackson… med school,” she breathed.
“You must do as I ask, Lori. I will not take any liberties with you, you are safe with me. You do not have to worry about that. But you must do all that I ask. Do you understand. It is very important to achieve your goal, Lori.”
There was a pause as Lori’s throat worked, but no sound came out. She wanted to, but there was some sort of struggle going on within. If she’d been taking the pills, her resistance would wash away once the black lotus serum had achieved its full effect. After about a minute, Lori whispered, “Unnder-stannnd… I… will do… everything… you ask.”
“Excellent, Lori. To help you achieve your goal I am going to teach you how to learn. This is very important,” Dr. Jackson authoritatively said. “You must have no doubts, no fears, and you must do everything without hesitation.” He looked at Wanda, who was fidgeting. She’d shown too many signs of overcoming her conditioning, but linking hypnotic subjugation with a monster orgasm should reinforce it sufficiently that Wanda’s conscience would stop being a problem soon. This was the first time she’d seen him close a deal, and he’d taken care to make sure that she would become very excited by it.
“First we will begin with some positive reinforcement, Lori. You must do all that I ask, or you will not achieve your goal,” Dr. Jackson reminded her. After Lori re-affirmed her commitment, he said, “I am a smart girl. I am a very smart girl. Say it, Lori.”
“I am a smart girl. I am a very smart girl,’ she repeated, smiling.
Dr. Jackson curtly said, “Again.” Lori repeated her mantra once more, and then spurred on by Dr. Jackson’s exhortations, continued repeating it for five minutes. “How do you feel now, Lori?”
“Smart…” she smiled broadly, eyes still closed, still very deeply hypnotized.
“Yes, it feels good to know you are smart, Lori,” Dr. Jackson said, “and I will help you feel good about so many things about you… Do you want to continue? This will help you achieve your goal.”
“Yesss… do everything you ask… continue…”
“I am a smart, beautiful girl. I am very smart, and very beautiful.” Lori didn’t pause in accepting and repeating this new mantra, again speaking for another five minutes. Wanda’s fidgeting had ceased for the moment. “Dr. Jackson knows how to make you feel good about yourself, Lori.”
“Yessss…”
“Listen to Dr. Jackson, and as you say it, your mind will believe it, accept it totally, without fear, doubt, or hesitation. Say, ‘I am a very smart, very pretty girl. Dr. Jackson knows how to make me feel good about myself. I like listening to Dr. Jackson.’ Say it now, Lori, say it until you know it is true and nothing can change that!” The girl eagerly repeated his sentence, over and over again until she finally fell silent.
“You like listening to Dr. Jackson, you want to listen to Dr. Jackson, you want to do everything he says because he makes you feel so good about yourself, Lori. You know this is true, repeat it until it is as true as you are smart and pretty,” he whispered in her ear.
Softly, tentatively, came the response, “I like listening to Dr. Jackson. I want ot listen to Dr. Jackson. I want ot do… every… thing he says… because he makes me feel good about myself.” He gently prodded her to repeat it once, twice, three times, and before long, Lori was speaking her new mantra aloud while Dr. Jackson whispered some more in her ear, and the mantra changed to, “I will do what Dr. Jackson says. I trust Dr. Jackson completely…”
Wanda marveled at the subtle redirection of Lori’s primary thoughts, and her nipples ached. She became aware of the dull throb between her legs, but didn’t dare touch herself because she might interrupt Dr. Jackson’s seduction of Lori’s deepest desires with a cry of ecstasy. This was so hot! Lori’s babbling had changed over the past… however long it was. “Dr. Jackson wants me to accomplish my goal… Dr. Jackson will help me accomplish my goal, if I do what Dr. Jackson tells me… I am very smart and very pretty and Dr. Jackson tells me what to do to accomplish my goal…”
“Yes, Lori,” he urged. “Do what I say. Only then will you accomplish your goal. Do what I say. You must do what I say to accomplish your goal. You want to accomplish your goal. You must accomplish your goal, so you must do what I say.”
“yes, must do what you say… I must do what you say,” Lori parroted, quickly reprogramming herself.
“Yes, Lori, you are such a pretty, smart, good, girl. To accomplish your goal you will do what I say,” he said. The tone of his voice changed from enthusiastic encouragement to one of less-excited direction. Her response was a breathy, slow, “Do… what… Dr… Jackson says.” He repeated the same phrase three more times, and her response came quicker, with fewer pauses. He took a deep breath to collect himself. Calmly, rationally, he carefully spoke directly into Lori’s ear. “I am Dr. Jackson, and if you obey me, you will accomplish your goal. You want to obey me, and you must obey me, Lori.” The room was quiet for an eternity of seconds.
As soon as Lori said, “I will obey Dr. Jackson,” it was as if someone had set off a concentrated ray of lust and had caught Wanda full force in the beam. Wanda barely heard Dr. Jackson order Lori to repeat her new mantra. Wanda yanked her sweats down as she listened to Lori repeat enthralled oaths of obeisance, no longer able to control the raging fire between her legs, no longer caring that the sweet girl who used to be Lori was lost. Watching Dr. Jackson brainwash someone was the hottest thing in the entire world. Lori’s chanting faded to the background as the sound of a huge crashing wave filled Wanda’s senses and then it hit her. Her legs could no longer hold her and she slid down the wall, surrounded in a deafening, bright explosion of stars.
Her eyes opened to a sparkling crystal, and her mind was blank until it was filled with, “Wanda, now it is time for you to awaken Lyssa, as we discussed. Feeling calm and relaxed, now Wanda, ready to be the predator. You will maintain control throughout now,. Wanda. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master.” That was the only thing to say. She stood up and leaned to her unconscious victim. “Bad girl come out, remaining deeply asleep and deeply hypnotized. You must listen to everything Wanda says and do whatever Wanda tells you. Understand?” A throaty yes signaled Lyssa’s ascension to the dominant, if still entranced, personality. “Open your eyes, remaining hypnotized and ready to obey Wanda. You may act awake, but you do not know that you are deeply hypnotized.”
Lyssa sat up, gracefully swinging her legs over the table and crossing them in a naturally sensuous way. Wanda felt her pussy throb a little. I’d fuck her. “Hey Wanda, Dr. Jackson. Our girl is very, very relaxed. It’s a really wonderful thing you’re doing for her, Dr. Jackson. She knows how to follow instructions very well. Just tell her what to do. When she gets to medical school, you won’t be disappointed.”
“I know I won’t,” Dr. Jackson replied. “She’s a very dedicated girl. But I also promised you something, too, Lyssa. Once I’ve managed to integrate your desires into her personality, no psych screen will detect you, and you will be much closer to achieving your goal.
“I’m definitely ready for that. Like I said,” Lyssa tossed her hair and sat erect, proudly pushing her breasts forward. “We’re a good-lookin’ girl. I know she thinks that she’s a lot prettier than she did when she walked in here today, thanks to you. She also seems a lot more confident.”
“Thank you, Lyssa. I think she’ll be a valuable asset,” he replied. “Well, are you ready? You’ll have to trust me completely. I promise that I won’t try to erase you from her psyche.”
Lyssa nodded. “After all, I’m only here to see that she achieves her goal. Once she’s on that path, I won’t be needed. She knows that she’s going to lose her cherry on her wedding night. She’s even picked out the book she’s going to read the night before, so she can have a good idea of what to do. Now that’s preparation.” She chuckled for a few moments before turning serious. “OK, doctor, what do I have to do?”
He pulled out a pendant with a sparkling crystal on it. “Just watch the sparkling crystal, Lyssa. Watch, relax and listen to my voice. That’s all you have to do, because I’m going to enhance your self-esteem, just like I did with Lori, to the point where you’ll be strong enough to control the decisions she makes when she’s getting dressed, and doing her hair… the things you’ve expressed most strongly to me.” Sensing a momentary hesitation, Dr. Jackson added, “I won’t change the way she and you deal with sex.” At least not yet. That’s a minor detail for later.
That seemed to ease whatever concerns Lyssa may have had, because she shifted and said, “let’s go.” He told her she’d be more comfortable laying down, and that it would make the process go faster. The pendant danced in front of Lyssa’s eyes, and soon the light show was fascinating to the point where she had no thoughts, and Dr. Jackson was making her strong enough to influence Lori...
Lori/Lyssa was still unconscious, completely relaxed on the massage table. Wanda had been strangely silent since Lyssa had succumbed to his conditioning. She should be horny again to the point of distraction. The expression on her face was unreadable. She had carried out her orders, but something wasn’t quite right. “Bring my bag down from the kitchen, please, Wanda.” He mulled what to do as she left. Clearly his hold on her wasn’t as strong as it had been in the past. But how close was she to breaking it?
Wanda returned and handed him his bag. Dr. Jackson removed a syringe and filled it from a small jar. “This will make her easy to transport,” he said. She made a small peeping noise, which caused him to turn suddenly to look at her. There was a flash of something on her face that she was obviously trying to hide. I’ll never find another Predator like you. “Would you grab an alcohol swab and clean her arm, please?”
Wanda moved forward and began to clean Lori’s arm as requested. She was trying not to give Dr. Jackson any hint that her programming had once again faded and that she was in control of herself. The pendant was out of his reach; he’d put it down while finishing his seduction of Lori’s other self, and if he didn’t notice anything, he wouldn’t use one of his other hypnotic triggers. As soon as he left her alone, she would call the police. Wanda didn’t know what the penalty would be for her as his willing accomplice; she’d never be able to prove that he’d brainwashed her into the crimes she was ready to confess. But prison, no, even death would be better than living with Lori’s impending fate on her conscience.
Suddenly, Wanda felt a sharp stick in her butt. She spun quickly to see Dr. Jackson turning away from her. “You’ve done so well, Wanda. I really hated to do this to you.” She reached for him with anger and desperation. He gently parried her attack, grabbing her from behind as she struggled. “Good, good. Adrenaline makes it work much faster. Keep fighting me. You could have been so very rich, my dear.”
Wanda felt the strength begin to drain from her body. “I’ve just injected you with a derivative of the black lotus serum,” he calmly explained. “It’s actually the first step in the reprogramming process, Wanda. What you’ve seen here today only prepares a subject for reprogramming. There’s much more involved than just some hypnosis. The serum will ultimately erase your memory, leaving you quite docile, but very happy.” Wanda’s world was turning into a shifting collage of colors now, and she forgot that she was supposed to be struggling. “I can’t allow you to ruin everything we’ve worked for,” he quietly resumed. “Your maternal instinct was strong enough to overcome my conditioning, and it could have destroyed me. You’ve been the best predator for me, and I do promise that I will find a good home for you. I hope you appreciate it while you can.” He sighed as he turned her around and looked into her eyes. “Because I can see that it won’t matter much to you one way or another within the next hour.”
Dr. Stanislaus Jackson answered the knock on his door. “Hello,” he greeted the three people at his door, one a uniformed police officer. “May I help you?”
“Are you Dr. Stan Jackson?” He affirmed that he was, and invited them in, wondering aloud why they were there. “We’re investigating the disappearance of a couple of women. They were last known to be at the home of one of the victims, and we found your fingerprints all over the house.”
“My god!!! Has something happened to Wanda?” Dr. Jackson gasped.
“Then you knew her… professionally?”
Dr. Jackson sat down, shakily. “My group has referred a few clients to her for massage therapy in conjunction with their other therapies… but… but… she was… more than that to me.” He explained their physical relationship—he wasn’t married. The last time he’d seen Wanda was Sunday morning, when he’d dropped off some files at her house. The police handed him the files, which he had left there to help his cover story. After very thorough questioning, he finally broke down, and the police left him alone in his seeming grief.
There wasn’t much point in being discreet about watching him, but that was to be expected. He turned on the television just in time to hear an interview with Steve Porter, the quarterback, on the disappearance of his personal massage therapist. Lori’s friends were next, crying as they didn’t realize she was missing until she failed to show up for a class presentation. They were the ones that told the police that Lori had been seeing a massage therapist. The one named Caryn seemed the most devastated, and genuinely concerned about both Lori and Wanda.
“…In summary, the police have no motive or suspects in the apparent dual kidnappings of a local college student and a massage therapist. Neighbors found the basement door open, and the house empty this morning…” He smiled again, knowing full well that they had a suspect, but there was nothing other than his fingerprints(which had been satisfactorily explained) to link him with the location, and one (but not both) of the victims. �His Swiss bank account would be retirement-ready in about two months.
“Hello, my dear,” Dr. Jackson asked the rounded woman with black, curly hair who was staring with fascination at the pendant which twirled in front of her. “What is your name?”
“Janine,” she replied.
“Who is your friend?”
“That’s my charge,” she replied slowly, looking at a girl who used to be an American college student. “Her name is Anna.”
“Why are you here?”
“I’m taking my charge to meet her new lord and master. She has been chosen by a great and powerful man, and I am her teacher. It is my duty to instruct her in the feminine ways. She is young and pure, and does not know of such things,” the woman who used to be Wanda Gardner explained. “The master wishes me to stay with her for a while. He says that I please him as well.”
“Yes, I know,” Dr. Jackson mumbled to himself, smiling sadly. “Janine, as you look into the crystal, there are three important words that you have been taught. The first word is to be used just before your charge meets her new master in private for the first time. What is this word?”
“Volcano.” That would release Lori’s carefully crafted new persona, a combination of Lyssa’s frustrated bad girl, Lori’s virgin bride, and vixen-in-training. The next word was, “Sleeplearn,” a term that would allow Wanda to train said vixen. It had been very important to the illusion that Lori not have any direct training from her new owner for a while. She was an orphan who had been shown favor by a very powerful man, and he had enlisted the aid of her favorite teacher to insure that nothing untoward would happen between them.
“And what is your last word?”
“Freedom.”
“When you say this word, what will happen?”
“Anna will be free to use all that I have taught her, and she will become my mistress, whom I shall obey.”
“Close your eyes and sleep now, Janine,” Dr. Jackson tenderly said. He gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Farewell, my Predator. You shall serve your new master and mistress well.” He walked out of the backstage room and said, “They’re ready for you.” The man who had just made him twenty-seven and-a-half million dollars richer shook his hand. Dr. Jackson began to head down the hall, stopped, and turned. “You will take care of both of them, as the contract says?”
“You have my word of honor. We will have to dine together as a group. The next time you are in Japan, Jackson-san.” He bowed. Stanislaus Jackson returned the gesture, and departed, leaving his Predator and her Innocent to their new lives.