Sherry’s creamy voice poured thick. It broke Elise from her reverie. “Darling, it’s getting late. We should go home.”

She was splayed across the carpeted office floor. Her head pounded with dull pressure. “…Huh?” Her lips tasted like womanhood. And she was horny. Feisty. She wanted to play. Where could Joshy be…?  

“We lost track of time, Baby. It’s late.” Sherry said. 

Oh right. Joshy wasn’t here. The office was dark. Icons spiraled on Sherry’s computer. They’d fallen back into watching them after Elise was done serving Sherry to a number of cascading cums. Now, Sherry was out of her chair and lazily dressing back into her leather skirt.

“Sherry, I think something’s happening to us.” Elise said, gaining more of her faculties. 

Sherry put on her blouse but didn’t bother to button it. It hung loosely around her naked tits. “What ever do you mean, Baby?”

“The computers…” Elise said. “Changing us. Or… I don’t know.”

Sherry chuckled. “Don’t be silly. The computers work great. Joshua Dutton was just thrilled that mine was updated. I told him all about how you were responsible.”

Elise jumped with a flood of adrenaline. Instinctively, she thrust out her chest and shook it side to side. “You did? You mentioned me by name?”

“He asked, Baby. He was so curious about you. You’ve done a lovely job in IT. He’s very proud. He said you gave him some wonderful ideas.”

Elise didn’t know whether she felt elation or terror at the revelation. Joshua Dutton knew about her. Joshua Dutton was proud of her. Joshua Dutton had plans for her.

“Uhm. Wow.”

Elise’s goosebumps bristled. Maybe, just maybe, Joshua Dutton was even going to fuck her. At that thought, Elise was tempted to peel off the rest of her clothes and return to her lovely fantasies. In the HR office, she could hunker down through the night and plan all the saucy treats she would offer him come morning time.

Elise scolded herself for the idea. She mustn’t. Not until she proved Joshua’s innocence in all this.

“I best be going.” Sherry said. “Bernie is incensed that I missed dinner. I’ll probably have to give him a handhob just to shut him up. And he’s going to want to finish on my breasts which I absolutely hate. I’m simply not that kind of woman.” Sherry gave her hips one last wiggle to pull her leather skirt into place, and her sticky tits swung with her. “Bye now.” She said briskly. “Get home safely. And do rest that hungry little tongue. I expect you’ll be making use of it tomorrow.”

Sherry strode off, leaving Elise to straighten out her attire and make her way out of the office on her own. On the way out, she returned to Paris’ office to find Tania still at the desk, clicking away with a slackjawed expression. Elise was glad that the Black lady wasn’t fingering herself drenched or anything like that, but Tania was suspiciously out of it.

Elise rocked her shoulder as if waking a sleepwalker. “Tania? It’s time to go.”

“Hhhuh? Oh. You. Good timing. I think I found what I was looking for.” Tania narrowed her eyes at the screen. Windows and icons fell down it in a waterfall pattern, dropping, dropping, dropping and smearing together in colorful vertical streaks. “Just wait. It’ll come back. It loops. The system isn’t so hard to use once you get the hang of it. And I just had it. A suspicious e-mail. Here!”

She pointed at the screen then frowned. “Oh. No. This was just the appointment reminder for where Paris gets her manicures. Her nails are always so smashing so I… I wanted to make note of where she got them done I guess. Wanted to make one. Make an appointment…”

Tania pulled her hair in exasperation. “ACH! I can’t find a thing. No evidence of wrong-doing. No criminal conspiracy. Nothing!” She swung her head to Elise. Desperation  crept in her voice. “Did I get it all wrong? Is Joshua innocent?”

Elise gently guided Tania towards the door. “I don’t know. I really don’t. Maybe you need a good night’s sleep. It’s late.”

Tania wasn’t having it. She pulled back towards to shimmering monitor. “I was such a frigid bitch to him. And for nothing? Just give me ten more minutes. There has to be something. There’s too much clutter to search through. So many tabs of clothing. Womanly clothing.”

“I know, but—”

“Ten more minutes. If I find nothing then I’ll apologize. Treat him to a nice, juicy steak. Or— No. He’s still a proper asshole. I hate him. I do.” Tania wrestled with something behind her eyes. “Right?”

“Right.” Elise said. “You don’t need to like him.”

“Duh. Why should it matter how cute he is, anyway?” Perplexed at what she had just let slip, Tania went bug-eyed. “Maybe you’re right. I’m talking crazy. Joshua, cute? Preposterous. I need some sleep. Need to think this over. I still see them when I close my eyes, anyway. The colors. They help me think.”

Together, they stumbled to the elevator and out of the lobby. They stepped back into the cool night air where their cars waited. There, Tania looked from her own dirty boots to Elise’s feet with a puzzled expression.

“Before we part, I must ask.” She said. “Where did you get those darling shoes?”

***

After today, Josh was now in possession of two sets of house keys. However long Sherry had been exposed to Mindshaper, it had been long enough to make a spare for him. “I don't even know why I did it,” She had said after their coupling. “Just in case, I suppose. Oh Joshy, won't you take it?”

The keys made for nice trophies. Two women belonged to him now, and they fit into the palm of his hand. He shuffled them between his fingers. “Eeenie. Meenie. Minie. Moe.”

Paris’ house it was.

Sure, he was tempted to fuck Sherry under her husband’s nose. But the curvy firecrotch was an exuberant lay. Joshua wasn't sure if he could handle her pace twice in one day. Better to visit Paris instead and reward her for her job well done firing Tania.

It’s not like Sherry’s condo could hope to compete with Paris’ house. Before Paris and her husband split, they planned to have three kids, and so the mansion was a sprawling six-bedroom beauty with arched ceilings, a wine cellar, a home theater and a billiard room. It was a beautiful home.

My home, he corrected. Functionally, this place was all his. He was planning on moving in. Hell, there would even be room for Sherry once she ditched her husband. And that other girl, Elise… 

In the driveway, his phone rang with an unlisted number. Josh was going to ignore it, but then— No. He should PICK UP THE PHONE. PICK UP THE PHONE. 

He picked up the phone. “Hello?”

Immediately, the voice spoke accompanied by a chime. “Identity authentication password, please.”

“A56D23X001.” Joshua said automatically.

“Joshua, good evening. This is Delany Crawford from Wheaton Dynamics. You’ll find that now is a good time to talk.”

“Delaney, right. I think I hung up on you before.” Josh paused. For some reason, he found that now was a good time to talk. “You wanted to know if I was satisfied by Mindshaper, right?”

“Not quite.” Delaney said. “We’ve been monitoring your account and we’ve flagged unusual activity. As of now, Mindshaper is installed on five computers. Were you aware of this?”

Five? That was even more than he thought. Just what had that IT girl done? “Hold on, now.” Joshua said. “It’s all under control.”

“I will remind you that the nature of our technology is that it remains under the radar. Mindshaper is a consumer product made for singular or low volume targets. It is NOT for mass enslavement and we made the licenses prohibitively expensive to that end. As per the contract that you signed with us, we have the right to terminate at any time if—”

“Wait just a minute!”

“Mr. Dutton, if you want your workplace altered at scale, we have systems and procedures specifically for that with much more oversight.”

“Five licenses.” Joshua said. “That’s it. You did let me buy them, even though it cost an arm and a leg.”

“Mr. Dutton, you know good and well that these licenses are being paid for by your company’s credit card. In fact, our first cause for concern was when a woman from your office called our Headquarters furious about the charges. You are very lucky that we handled her.”

Joshua was embarrassed not to be aware of this either. But he refused to let that show in his voice.

“Okay. Yes. Someone at work seems to be acting on my behalf. The damn IT girl. Can you believe it? She’s spreading around the software but I don’t think she even knows what it does.  I’ll take care of it.”

Joshua held his breath.

“Very well.” Delaney said. “But understand we are watching you. And if we have to perform clean-up, I hope you are aware that you are contractually on the hook for any costs incurred to us. Good night.”

Fucking Hell. Joshua was going to be damned if they took this away from him. He had to track down all of his girls and bring them to heel before things got any more out of control. Elise Blake was the key. She was the one installing Mindshaper on every computer she got her hands on. But what exactly would he do when he found her? 

Needing to unwind more than ever, he let himself into the Shaw residence. He found Paris loading the dishwasher in a sheer lavender nightie. She was a sight for sore eyes. His slutty little angel.

During his first surprise visit, she had worn disgusting sleepers with stretched grey underwear underneath. Awful stuff that in no way befit her programming. That was when Joshua realized he only wrote commands for Paris to dress like a whore at work. A stupid oversight, but easily corrected. Now that she worshipped him, Paris would do anything he said, including keeping herself nice and fuckable at home too.

He admired her ass. Sheer fabric draped tissue-thin over the rounds of her rear, inviting the light through its ghostly curtain as to betray everything down to the mound between her legs.

“Oh, Joshy!” She said in a hushed moan when he sidled up behind her. “Wait--”

Under her nightgown he slipped his finger into her tunnel. It was dutifully moist for him.

“My daughter is home tonight. She surprised me. I had no idea she was coming. We must be quiet-- Joshua!”

Josh weighed how much he cared about Paris’ daughter being present in the house. “Under the radar,” Delaney Crawford had reminded him. He couldn’t afford more slip-ups. Then again, he badly needed a good fuck.

Throwing caution to the wind? Josh squeezed Paris’ tit through the nightgown. “Your daughter being home just makes it HOTTER.” He growled.

“Hotter? I suppose I could-- ah! See that.” Paris Shaw’s moist tunnel turned sopping wet around his finger. “Ooh but I would be so humiliated if she heard me.” She pushed her ass into his cock and swayed her hips. “I'd feel like SUCH a whore.”

He ran his hands over her yielding body. Her nipples were ready diamonds, and her neck and chest burned pink. “Isn't that the point?” He said. “Don’t you want to be a whore for me?”

“I— Well, yes, but— I mean— Ooohhh…” It was clear that his mere suggestions scattered her resistance to the wind. She would be his tonight, Vivian be damned. And what could the girl do about it anyway? How could she know that Joshua tampered with her Mother’s mind?

“Stay quiet if you can.” He told Paris. “But I'm certain I'll have you screaming like the whore you are.”

Paris gasped. “Oooh Joshy, you always know just what to say.” She hoisted her nightgown over her rear and leaned against the refrigerator. “Do your very best, Sirrrr…”

She spread her pussy for him with white acrylic nails. It dripped so freely that Josh was pretty sure Paris Shaw had found a way to descend to an even greater depth of depravity. Whether she knew it yet or not, she wanted to get caught. 

Josh, against his better judgement, was happy to oblige. 

***

At home, whimpers and mewls trickled from Elise’s Mother’s office. It was quite late for Sandra to be playing with herself, but then Elise saw the boxes which contained their brand new vibrators sitting on the countertop. One was already opened and plundered, and Elise was certain that her Mommy was breaking it in. 

A yearning curiosity urged Elise to check. Sure enough, Sandra’s dark pungent office was filled with swirling sound. At the center, spotlighted by the monitor’s light, sat Sandra. She watched a roiling porno, a POV affair of a woman getting fucked by a commendably large cock. As ever, the image was enhanced by Mindshaper to be hyper-real and vivid. The sleazy sounds were underpinned by musical synths.

Sandra’s legs were in the air with her thong dangling loosely from one stiletto. She pumped the sleek phallus in and out of herself with slow and deliberate thrusts, matching the pace exactly to the coupling on screen.

“Uuuhhnnn..!!” She moaned. “Jooooshuuaa…” The cock on the screen pulled out. Sandra eased the dildo back. The cock on the screen pushed in. Sandra pushed the dildo with it. “Do me, Joshy. Screw me.”

“Where do you know that name, Mommy?” Elise asked.

Sandra wasn’t listening. She was too absorbed by her fantasies, and by the writhing fuck images she watched. When she was able to form words, only one came out. “Joshyyyy…!”

Her Mother wasn’t supposed to know that name. How could Elise’s Mother fantasize about a man she shouldn’t even know existed? But hadn’t Elise done the same thing back when all this started? The name Joshua Dutton popped into her mind out of nowhere. Or did it? 

“I’m gonna figure this out, Mommy.” Elise said. “Just hold on.” She stumbled upstairs. The swirling colors were permanently burned into her mind’s eye. How long had she spent looking at them today? And could they really be doing something to her thoughts? She needed answers.

Elise closed her bedroom door behind her, grateful to be free of the amplified fucksounds of the home office. She dug through her desk for her cell phone. She didn’t even bring the damn thing to work today. The screen was so dreadfully plain that she found herself thinking that the device was useless.

But she needed it now.

She suffered through the phone’s inert UI to find Bridget’s contact info. Her old boss had taken a job with the very company that sold Mindshaper. That, too, had been a bizarre shift in behavior for yet another woman in Elise’s life. But whatever may have led Bridget to working for Wheaten Dynamics, Elise was glad that she did.

Elise dialed the number and held her breath. Bridget, God willing, might actually have some answers.

***

After finishing with his prized toy, leaving her a heap of woman on the expansive leather couch that stretched across the Shaw study, Joshua cleaned himself up and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Paris, the obedient little pet, stocked cases of his favorites now. He popped the cap off an IPA and took a sip. Meanwhile, Paris dozed fuckspent.

A sharp voice came from behind him. “I heard everything, you know.”

“I’m not surprised.” Joshua said. To his satisfaction, Paris failed miserably to keep quiet. Based on the volume of squeals he fucked out of her, Joshua doubted there was a room in the house that was insulated. “Vivian, I presume? The famous daughter.”

“That’s right. Look at me, you prick. I have something to say.”

He turned face-to-face with a younger Paris. A hotter Paris. Her features were fair and elf-like, unblemished from the signs of aging on her Mother’s face. She had bigger tits, too. They were perky and full and formed an elegant bust on her chest.

But she had that same Paris sneer. The one he’d paid a fortune to wipe clean off her Mother’s face. He hated seeing that sneer again.

She raised her chin. “I know you've done something to my Mother. Making her humiliate herself at work in those ridiculous clothes. Turning her into some kind of devoted sex toy. It's sick.”

Vivian, for all her beauty, would benefit greatly from the same make-over. Her youthful body was currently wasting away in flannel pajama pants and a college tee shirt. Her cheeks were desperate for color, and her cracked lips for moisture. Her bright hair was unkempt, and Josh was willing to beg she had an equally messy bush in her pants. 

Her looks aside, Josh was a little impressed that she had it right. If it didn't spell trouble for him, he would have even admitted it. “That’s quite the accusation. Can I ask how in the world did I do all that?”

Vivian lifted up a laptop at her side. “This is how.” She flipped it open and set it on the countertop. The screen flashed awake with rainbow artifacts jutting every which way. It looked broken, but even Joshua could tell when he was looking at a Mindshaper computer.

He laughed. This was starting to get ridiculous. So here was number 3 of 5. 

“What's so funny, perv?”

“You’ve been using that laptop?” He asked.

“Yes. My computer was getting old so-- Let me back up. I was investigating it. And using it a little for school, because like I said, mine was old. But then it broke. The GPU, apparently. So now I just look at it. For research. And I learned that-- It spirals, you see. Around and around and around. You could look at it for AGES and-- the point is-- It’s mind control.”

Joshua had to make sense of everything quickly. As far as he could tell, Vivian was using the infected computer before it broke. And even when broken, the subliminals seemed to still be active. So why hadn't she turned into a sex kitten like her Mother? Why was she not kneeling at his feet?

“Fix my Mother.” She demanded. “The attitude. The whorishness. The clothes she goes into work with. All of it. Or I'm getting the Feds involved.”

More threats. Josh was growing tired of this. This girl should be a dripping wet mess in heels and lace just like her Mother and just like Sherry. He needed more information. “So much judgement about your Mother’s choices. I have to ask. What do YOU wear at work, Vivian?”

“I'm a STUDENT.” She snapped. “I'm a freshman at college. I don't have a job. I'm focusing on my studies.”

And there was the issue. Subliminal commands for how to dress at work were wasted on a girl without a job. But the program cycle was in her head. She was watching it right now. The messages had to be coming through. Otherwise he was in major trouble.

He shook his head. “No job. No career. Yet you are so quick to speak on your Mother’s choice of professional wardrobe. Tell me. What would you wear if you DID have a job?”

“That is a ridiculous hypothetical--”

“Humor me.”

“Fine. OBVIOUSLY it wouldn't kill me to dress more womanly at work.” Vivian furrowed her brow as if surprised by her own answer. “Not womanly, I mean. But. Well, no. I guess I do mean womanly. I am a woman, after all.”

“And what IS more womanly?” He asked.

Vivian’s face fell dark with worry. Her eyes darted from side to side as if she were searching for a way out of this. But thanks to his programming, her answer was inevitable. Did she know what was happening to her? Did she know the ideas she was so hateful towards were lying in wait to ensnare her?

“Anything that would show my figure, I suppose. Dresses. Skirts.” She paused, thinking on it further. “Nicer shoes. Like high heels. And tights. Happy?”

He raised an eyebrow. “That's it?”

“No...” She frowned. “I guess not.” She swayed where she stood. The fractured spiraling colors on the laptop drew her gaze back to it. She watched it for a minute, chewing on her lip.

“Go on.” He urged.

She winced. “I don't want to think about this. Please.”

“Put yourself in your Mother’s heels. You can even be the boss, just like her. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

That seemed to relax her. “Obviously.” She said. “With my potential, I will rise high. Maybe even higher than my Mother.”

“So what else are you wearing?”

With the colors washing over her face, Vivian spoke in an excited hush. “A nice set of undergarments. Something lacy and skimpy to make me feel more feminine.” Against the bust of her t-shirt, the firm tips of her nipples began to push through. “Forgive me. I've never thought about this before. Never thought that I would want to dress sexy at work. Would it kill me to dress sexy at work?”

Her eyes went wide and unblinking. “What is... What is happening to me? I thought... I thought I was immune.”

“Immune to what?”

“Immune to these thoughts. And yet here I am thinking them. Oh I'm just so overwhelmed. I wish Joshua Dutton was here.” She  gasped. “I don't know why I said that. I don’t know who that is. What's going on?”

Josh chuckled. They would get to that in time. “Picture yourself back at work. Tell me what you’re wearing, Boss. You can trust me. Pretend I'm your favorite employee.”

Vivian relaxed again. “Sure. My favorite employee. A gold dress, then. Something sparkly and shimmery and bright.” A small smile crept at the corner of her lips. “And for the undergarments, I could push the boundaries. Lingerie, perhaps. Black lace in three parts. No one would know. It would be...” Her voice fell to a whisper. “My slutty secret.”

“Sounds spicy. Naughty, even.”

“Naughty is acceptable. Within reason of course. Work can be such a bore. You want to wear materials that feel ever so nice. Leathers and silks and satins.”

“Naturally. And the hemlines on this dress of yours?”

Her smile widened. “Ooh it's so short! It just barely covers my ass. And it's so low on the tits. Heavens, it's skimpy enough to show flashes of my panties and bra. Black lace under gold sequins. And it's all so tight.”

“A girl might get awfully horny in clothes like that.”

She nodded slowly. Through her shirt, her nipples pushed as far as they could. They must be painfully stiff right now. “I’d be bound to get a little worked up.” Vivian said. “Worst comes to worst, I could always let off steam at work. Play with myself. Give my self a quick... cum.”

Vivian turned back to Josh with a smile plastered to her face. “But that's womanhood, isn't it? We girls get ever so frisky. Thankfully as the boss I'll have plenty of privacy to kick back and pet the kitty. Maybe even enlist a cute young employee to help scratch my itch. My favorite employee. My cutest employee. Such is the benefit of being the boss, after all.” 

Joshua downed his beer. Despite everything he did with Paris tonight, his libido was recovering fast. It probably had something to do with watching this little brat mold herself into a sex kitten before his eyes. He just needed to put on the final touches. “After everything you just said, I fail to see what your issue is with your Mother’s work attire. If you were in her shoes, you would dress exactly the same way.”

“That's not the-- it’s besides the point!” Vivian stammered. “It's her behavior with YOU! She’s obsessed with you. And she acts the utter whore for you.”

“Of course she does. Don't you understand why?”

Vivian stamped her foot. “No! I absolutely do NOT. And for the life of me I never will. Thanks for this chat, but I'll be handing this laptop to the Feds now. We will SEE what their forensics team uncovers.” She collected the laptop and stomped across the kitchen towards the foyer stairs.

“Vivian, dear. My name is Joshua Dutton.”

She froze where she stood. Josh swore he could have seen her ears perk up. Then, she swung around. At the sight of him, her whole demeanor changed. Her high shoulders dropped and her furious eyes melted with understanding.

“No. It isn't. Is it?” The words came out uncertain and hungry for approval.

“You didn't know?” Josh wondered what it must like to be Vivian right now. To be overcome by so much dormant brainwashing, even as she was so certain he had done the same to her Mother, must be wildly confusing.

“No..! I-- I didn't! Oh, Joshua. I fear I've been a raging bitch to you, haven't I?”

He shrugged. “Just a little bit.”

Vivian turned lobster red and buried her face in her hands. “Oh Stars. I called you a perv! How could I say such a thing?? I only worried because, well. I peeked in on you and my Mother. You were spanking her and pulling her hair and just screwing her like you were completely in charge.”

“And you're okay with that now?”

Vivian nodded eagerly. “Why yes! You SHOULD be in charge. You should be in charge of EVERYTHING. Isn’t that obvious?”

Now he felt cocky. And his cock was as rigid to match. Fuck Delaney Crawford. Fuck Wheaten Dynamics. He was going to have all. “That's nice to hear. But how are you going make it up to me?”

Vivian frowned. “You’re right. I ought to be nicer to you. MUCH nicer. Would you like-- Maybe I should treat you to a big, juicy steak? Or--”

Her eyes dropped to appreciate his body. He made no effort to hide the fact that he was hard. Why should he? He wanted her to see. Right about now, she’s probably be wondering just how good he tasted. 

Vivian bit her lower lip, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama pants, and swayed with a coy smile. “No, I can do better than STEAK.” She said dismissively.

She tugged her pajamas subtly down her hips, far enough for him to see the polka dots on her pastel panties. Her eyes glinted. A girlishly demure cadence worked its way into her voice. “Maybe you'd like to see my room instead? I have such a soft, plushy bed. What do you say… Mister?”

***

Bridget answered Elise’s call with a woozy “Hello?”

“Bridget! Hi!” Elise answered. “It’s Elise. Did I wake you from a nap?”

“Oh.. Hey there, Elise! Uhm, no, I don’t think so. I was just zoned out a bit. It was a long day at the office.”

Elise, though she was in a rush for answers, fumbled around for small talk. “Wow, they got you working that hard already, huh?”

“Oh man, it is a BLUR!” Bridget quipped. Her usual chipper energy returned to her voice. “Literally. Like, I don’t think I could even tell you what happened today. The hours just fly by.”

“Wow. Are you still in training?” It hadn't been that long since Bridget packed up and flew across the country to start this job. Elise hoped it was at least long enough to know what the Hell the company even did.

“Training? Uhm, maybe? Like I said, it’s such a blur. But… Yeah. Definitely training. I am for sure getting trained. There’s a lot to learn and… Uhm. Gotta be trained. Gotta be trained. Gotta be-- Nnggh...”

Some muffled sounds came over the line. For a second, it sounded like Bridget was in pain. Or maybe it was pleasure. Amidst the jostling microphone, it was hard to tell the difference. Then the line cleared and Bridget’s dazed voice returned. “What was I saying again?”

After what just happened, Elise was afraid to repeat the word. She didn't want to derail the conversation again. “Training.”

“Right. Oh, I need SO much training, Elise. I had NO idea what I was doing when I got here. But they’re doing a good job. Training me, that is. The right amount of rewards. And… Punishments.” There was a pause. Bridget’s voice fell to a whisper. “I like the punishments. They let me know when I've been bad.”

Punishments? What kind of company was this? “What do you mean bad?”

As if talking to herself and not Elise, Bridget spoke rapidly under her breath. “Good girls don't ask questions. Good girls don't complain. Good girls don't fight. Wanna be good. Wanna be good. Wanna be good.” Then her voice popped back to life. “So how are things back there in the old annex?”

“The wheels haven’t fallen off yet.” Elise said, ignoring Bridget’s strange outburst. “But uhm. Something came up at work I wanted to ask you about.”

“Ach. Is it the LAN network again? That setup is so finicky, I’m sorry. I was going to have some guys come out and look at it. Do you want their number?

Elise frowned. She forgot all about the LAN, and that she was supposed to be in charge of it. But she had more pressing matters to discuss. And with how distracted Bridget sounded, Elise thought she better get to the point. “Actually, it’s about Wheaten Dynamics. Remember those charges on the credit card?”

“Charges? To my new employer? No, that’s crazy! What a coincidence.”

Elise squeezed the receiver against her ear. This conversation wasn’t going the way she pictured it. Why did Bridget, who was as sharp as a tack, seem so spacey?

“It’s not a coincidence. You called to contest the charges, and then they hired you instead. Don’t you remember that?”

Bridget’s breath came softly through the other line. “No. I guess I don't. Sorry. I’m starting to forget some old stuff. I didn’t want to, but— Nggh! Good girls don’t fight it.” After another fit of pained moans, Bridget’s tone returned to normalcy. “So I just let a lot of things slip away. Like, what’s that movie we used to blather on about all the time?”

“The Dark Crystal.” Elise said uneasily.

“Maybe! I honestly can’t remember. It’s part of the training. Gotta make space for all this new stuff, ya know? Good riddance! Did you know I had a girlfriend? She called me and I was like, WHO ARE YOU? Apparently they deleted her Day One. Thank GOD, ‘cause I have so much to learn.”

Elise really didn’t really know what to say to that. Bridget and her partner were likely be engaged soon. Did she really forget all that?

“And I’m sure I did all I could to keep her memory.” Bridget said. “I fought A LOT that first day. God I was such a bad girl. But I’m starting to like it. Getting trained, I mean. We had a Training Appreciation Day that made me see it in a whole new light. The training. Now I'm like, YES. TRAIN ME, PLEASE.” Bridget laughed in her usual dusky chuckle. “Anyway, what were you saying?”

“Uhm. The credit card charges. They were for software that your company produces called Mindshaper. And I was hoping you’d tell me what it was for.”

There was another long pause over the line.

“Mindshaper?” Bridget asked.

The dead air hung for a brutally long time, then Bridget’s voice pitched up into a pleasant, womanly lilt. The words dripped out like a sultry phone sex infomercial that barely sounded like Bridget at all.

“Mindshaper is Wheaten Dynamics’ most advanced innovation yet.” Bridget recited. “No need to bring her into our facilities. Mindshaper allows you to deliver customized commands to the girl of your dreams on her own personal computer.”

Elise’s blood ran cold.

“Set it and forget it.” Bridget continued. “Your pre-programmed commands will remain in her head as long as she stays regularly exposed to them! And unlike the Direct Delivery programs from our competitors, Mindshaper has the Wheaten Dynamics seal of quality that makes our services the best and safest in the industry. Mindshaper. Putting OUR power in YOUR hands.”

So it was real. Mindshaper delivered subliminal messages directly into someone’s head like out of some sort of sci-fi horror story. And Elise, in her own stupidity, exposed her Mother to it! Sandra was downstairs stuffing herself silly at this very moment, soaking up whatever horrible messages were in that software.

Bridget spoke again in her normal voice. “Whoops, sorry. Just spaced out. What was it you asked? Mindshaper? Jeeze, I have no idea. I’ve never heard of it.”

“..Huh? But you just said--”

“I did? Wow, I guess my training is kicking in. The Sirs will be pleased. They’ve done a good job training me. They really have. I was such a bad girl when I got here. Asking questions. Complaining. Fighting. Not that I still don’t act badly sometimes. Why, even today I did something to end up in The Room.”

“The… what?”

“Such a blur. Anyway I gotta go. It’s getting close to bedtime and my sleep is so important for this job.” Bridget’s voice shifted back to that sultry, feminine speaking tone. “A full night’s sleep is how ALL Good Girls synthesize, internalize, and solidify their slave training!”

“Slave... What??”

“But hey!” The real Bridget said. “It was good to hear from you Elizabeth. I’m glad things are going okay back there.” Elise was about to correct Bridget for getting her name wrong, but her old boss barreled onwards. “But I don’t think you should call me again. I'm not supposed to hear voices from my old life and-- Oh God. I’m going to end up in The Room again, aren't I? Been bad. Been real bad.”

“Bridget, wait--”

Bridget’s voice pitcher back up an octave. “I’ve been a bad, bad, girl. Naughty. Need to be punished. Need to go to The Room. Nngh-ooohh... Sirs will be so pleased to see me beg for it, cause I-- ngh-- Used to hate it. Now I-- Ahh! Oh Sirs, won't you PLEASE send this naughty girl to The Room? I wanna go in! I wanna goooo!”

Bridget’s babbles became impossible to keep up with because they were getting lost in moans. Elise was familiar enough with the sounds to know that Bridget was touching herself. And the knowledge that Mindshaper was a tool for brainwashing made it all too clear what was happening to Bridget at the headquarters of its designers.

Poor Bridget was ensnared by the shadowy Masters themselves.

Bridget hung up the phone leaving Elise more confused, overwhelmed, and hopelessly aroused than ever before. What was a girl to do! Her little brain was tampered with, and she no idea which thoughts were hers and which weren’t. How could she save herself if she couldn't even trust herself?

I trust Joshua Dutton implicitly. I need Joshua Dutton’s help.

But Elise didn't know how to contact Joshua Dutton. What’s more, she was pretty certain that he was the man behind everyone’s changes. He was the one to bring Mindshaper to their company. Could it be a coincidence that he now had Paris and Sherry wrapped around his dick?

No. Elise couldn’t go to Joshua. But she had someone else she could talk to instead. Somebody who didn't even work at the company that was now so compromised. Vivian Shaw. Elise dove into her purse and found the sticky note with the mean girl’s number on it. As cruel and fashion-less as Vivian was, she had known something was wrong before anyone else. She needed to hear this. Her mind was still her own. She could be trusted. 

The phone rang six times before it clicked. Though the line, sharply punctuated gasps came through in a high register. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Vivian?” Elise ventured. “Vivian Shaw? It's Elise.”

“Ah! Ah! Ooh..! HIIIIiiiii EliiIISE! What’s-- ah! What’s up!”

“Vivian is now a good time? It's about what you said today. You were right. ”

More moans spilled through. And something that sounded like a thin, rhythmic slapping. Elise waited. PAP! PAP! PAP! “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Vivian, did you hear me?” Elise said impatiently. “You were RIGHT. Me and your Mother are being brainwashed. You need to stop looking at that laptop IMMEDIATELY. In fact, destroy it. I think it’s still transmitting signals.” 

The slapping continued. Vivian’s heavy breathing did too. “Ooh, Elise. Forget all that nonsense!” Vivian said finally. “I was being sooo-- Ahhh! Silly. A prude, really! And I said such-- OOHhhh-- AwFUL thiiiIINGS to YooouuUu! Won't you forgive me?”

The hairs stood on Elise’s arms. A foreboding feeling mingled with the needful yearning in her abdomen. Whatever was happening to Vivian over the line, it sounded HOT.

“Uhm. Okay. Yeah. Forgiven. But--”

“Oohh, thank you BaabbYY! I really must-- ah! Go now. Byyeee!”

The speaker rustled with muffled distortion. Vivian's gasping voice, in time with those steady slaps, became further away. Then, a male voice spoke through the line. He spoke in a low droll. “Is this Elise Blake?”

Hang up, Elise told herself. “Yes.” She whispered. “This is she.” 

“I have much to thank you for, Elise. I was thinking too small. But you opened the door to so many possibilities. All without a single word from me. That's very impressive.”

Behind him, Vivian kept gasping and moaning. He’s fucking her, Elise thought. The haughty young blonde from earlier today was now something like a pornographic princess on the phone. What happened? She was supposed to be immune.

“Who is this?” Elise asked. She feared she knew the answer. There was only one man worthy of the kind of slut prostration she was overhearing. “Are you behind all this?”

“I'll introduce myself at work tomorrow and explain everything formally. I have big plans for this company. Big plans.”

“I won't come in.” Elise said. It could be as simple as that. She could uninstall Mindshaper from the home computer and eventually she and her Mother’s heads would clear right up. They’d become normal again, whatever that meant. And Elise could deal with this situation with a free mind.

But the man laughed. “You will come in.”

In the background, Vivian’s moans reached a fever pitch. “Ah! AH! AAYYE!” She squealed in rapture. “Ooooh, Joshy, stuff my little slut TWAT! I'm gonna CREAM, Joshy! I really am!”

Joshy. The sing-song moan confirmed Elise’s worst, most heart-racing fears. She was talking to the one and only—

“Wear something nice for me, will you?”

The line clicked dead, and Elise was severed from Joshua Dutton himself. His single command sunk into her like a cock into a supple wet slit, and though it was the last thing Elise wanted at that moment, her body responded the only way it knew how.

”No—!” Elise choked out. Only Joshua Dutton—“No-nononono!” Makes my kitty— “Nonnn-oo—“ First came the throbbing, and then the heat— The pinpricks— The waves—

Guiltily, she started to cum. “Nnnggghhh—iaaahhhh!!!”

PURRRR…!

Elise collapsed under the pulsating pleasure. She was such a good little kitty, wasn’t she? Such a good girl to cream herself for her one and only Man. With all the stress she was under it actually felt SOO good to cum the worries out. When the fireworks stopped, she would definitely get back to fighting this. But for now, what was so wrong about enjoying herself?

As she moaned her head off, a deep-seated part of Elise was already composing her totally delicious outfit for tomorrow.