Enter the mAItrix
Chapter - 3 - An interlude
by GlassO
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#dom:female
#pov:bottom
#sub:female
#covert_hypnosis
#drones
#exhibitionism
#group
#HFO
#medical
#sub:male
Meanwhile elsewhere....
Henry was certain the invitation was some elaborate prank. It had to be.
There was just no possible reason that Rosco Lawes, reclusive billionaire and owner of the insurance company that employed him would want him, lowly Henry Calf, mid-level claims investigator to join him at his estate in Hawaii for a weekend of informal discussion about all things insurance.
Was it possible there was another Henry Calf he meant to contact? It had to be a mistake. Or a prank. Probably Bob in accounting. That joik.
But here he was, after numerous emails, texts, and phone calls walking into the expansive living room of Mr. Lawes, after a long journey that included a limousine, a private plane, and a helicopter. Henry feared Mr. Lawes was going to look at him and say, “This isn’t the Henry Calf I was thinking of. Send him away.”
Henry was awed by the vastness of the room. Heavy concrete giving way to 2 enormous floor-to-celing single pane windows on 2 sides. One side looked out over the ocean. From where Henry was standing he could not see land below them. Just ocean and sky. Contrasting that was a window facing Mauna Lao, the largest active volcano in Hawaii. Mentally he started calculating the insurance rates necessary to have a dwelling this close to such a potential hazard. The heavy brutalist architecture probably made it quite safe against most natural disasters, but a volcano, that would take all. Henry wondered how Mr. Lawes was able to get permits to build here, but then he remembered. He’s Mr. Lawes. He does what he wants.
Henry noticed something very unusual in front of the volcano-facing window. At first glance he thought it was some piece of atrocious modern art. But as he stepped closer he realized it was actually a guillotine. The blade mounted high looked sharp enough to do some real damage. It was mounted on a wooden platform with 3 rickety steps leading up. There were wax figures facing the device. A hooded executioner. Some unhappy-looking royals awaiting their turn and some peasants with joyful faces. Only the wax figure of Marie Antoinette seemed calm, ready to accept her fate.
“It’s a replica.” said a voice from somewhere in the room. Henry looked around and spotted a portly middle-aged man sitting at a large stone table near an equally large fireplace. This had to be Mr. Lawes. Henry wasn’t 100% sure as Mr. Lawes had not appeared in public for some time.
“Well, not entirely a replica,” Mr. Lawes continued.”The blade, I’m told, is the actual blade. Don’t know if it’s true, but I like to believe it is. A suitable talisman to link us to the past. History doesn’t repeat Mr. Calf. But it echoes. Please come sit. I’ll summon some refreshments and we shall get to know each other. I have some interesting things to share with you.”
The man extended hand. Henry wasn’t sure if he wanted Henry to shake it or if he was gesturing wear he should sit; catty-corner at the enormous stone table.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Lawes,” said Henry modestly. “I’m quite honored you would value my opinion on-”
Henry was interrupted by Mr. Lawes bellowing into a wearable intercom on his lapel.
“Miss Tittyknockers!” he bellowed, “Our guest has arrived! Please bring us our drinks and the charcuterie!”
Henry heard a bubbly feminine voice answer on the speaker on the device.
“What’s a charred cutie? Is that like a cutie that’s been a fire?” And then some giggling.
“No!” Lawes bellowed again, seemingly perturbed by this dim woman,” the charcuterie board! It has meats, and cheeses, and fruits and nuts! Good lord woman are you really this stupid?! Ask Chef Steve to show you!”
Before Henry could say anything, Lawes turned to him, seemingly embarrassed.
“I apologize for my idiot staff! I assure most of the staff here, MOST of them, not all of them mind you, are quite competent! I keep Miss Tittyknockers around because she has the most extraordinary pair of tits you will ever see in this lifetime. You’ll see!”
Before Henry could respond, Miss Tittyknockers made her way into the living room from some hidden door, presumably leading to the kitchen. As promised, she did indeed have the most extraordinary breasts Henry had ever seen, outside of certain genres of Japanese animation.
He found himself at a loss to find description for them for future reference. Watermelon sized? Extra-large watermelon sized? Henry thought of those county fairs where farmers would bring in monstrous fruit and vegetables for display. These would qualify. He could not begin to calculate the cup size, for truly, in her skimpy bikini, her cups runneth over.
The bikini was earning its keep, for Henry could only imagine what would happen should the flimsy material that were supporting her massive endeavors failed in its mission. How were such tits possible? They had to be surgically enhanced. Had to be. And how did they defy gravity so? It seemed like an impossible feat of engineering. Henry could not help but stare as she pushed the cart towards them, her breasts bouncing gleefully with every step.
“Let me make introductions!” Lawes exclaimed. “Henry Calf, meet Brenda Tittyknockers! Brenda, Henry; Henry, Brenda. Shake his hand, Brenda!”
Miss Tittyknockers giggled and extended her hand gingerly. “It’s nice ta meetcha Mr. Tittyknockers!”
Henry stood and delicately shook her hand while doing his damnedest to maintain eye contact. He was aware that he had developed an embarrassing erection.
“Uhhh,” he began. But really? What could he say?
“No, no!” said Lawes angrily. “You’re Miss Tittyknockers! This is Mr. Calf! Calf! Like a baby cow! You know! Mooooo!”
“Oh!” she said excitedly, “Are you a cow?! I’m a cow too! Mooooo! Moooo!”
Miss Tittyknockers got down on all fours and pretended to eat grass off the stone floor.
“Moooo! I need milking! Milk me! And I need a bull please! A great big bull to fuck me please! Moooooo!”
Lawes seemed exasperated. “You’ll have to forgive Miss Tittyknockers, Mr. Calf! She has a very peculiar sense of humor and only the vaguest notion of what’s appropriate!” He scolded Miss Tittyknockers. “Get up off the floor Miss Tittyknockers! You’re not a cow right now! You’re my servant! I want you to sit at the table, and have a nap! Do you understand me? Sit at the table and take a nap Miss Tittyknockers, and I promise you that I’ll have Mr. Calf here impale you with his big cock later!” Lawes winked at Henry with this crude joke. Henry was mortified. Partly because he did have a somewhat endowed penis, though there was no way Mr. Lawes could have known that.
“Okay,” said Miss Tittyknockers, seeming a bit dejected that she could no longer have her fun. She sat on the stone chair across from Henry, placed her breasts on the table, laid her head on them and promptly fell asleep.
Henry sat in stunned silence. What do you say to this?
Lawes took the charcuterie board and the drinks off the cart and placed it on the table. The board was a bit off center since Miss Tittyknockers’s breasts took a majority of the table width.
“So!” Lawes said, “What do you think of Miss Tittyknockers? She’s really something else isn’t she?”
Lawes looked at Henry, awaiting an answer.
“She, uh,” Henry stammered. Again, what do you say to this? “Yes. Uh...was she always, uh... like this?”
“You mean big-titted or ultra ditzy?”
“Both I guess. I mean..” again, Henry had trouble finding words.
“Well, the tits are surgical, obviously.” Lawes said as he took a sip of his drink. “You see Brenda always wanted to be a big-titted, blonde bimbo. I mean, she fantasized about it constantly. So I did what any kind-hearted boss would do, I treated her to some massive tits and... assisted with her personality change. You wouldn’t know it from talking to her now, but she used to head up HR at one of my other companies. Bright lady too. But hey, this is what she wanted.”
Miss Tittyknockers let out a loud snore. She looked quite content with her head resting on her pillowy breasts.
“You see!” Lawes said. “She agrees with me! Look how happy and content she is! Like a Hindu cow. Probably dreaming about that great big cock of yours!”
Again, Henry blushed and stirred uncomfortably in his chair.
“Try some of the meats, Henry! Pricey stuff! Only the best for my guests,” said Lawes, as he fingered some prosciutto and brie. “Anyway, I didn’t bring you here just so you could gawk at Miss Tittyknockers’s enormous bazoombos, I mean, all my guests get that privilege. Hope it’s not too distracting having those right across the table from you. I imagine you’re probably getting pretty hard! I mean, when’s the last time you jacked off?”
Henry laughed, as one might when asked an extremely crude and inappropriate question from your boss. But it did occur to him. He was very hard right now. He wasn’t a tit man per se, but seeing this expanse of flesh was certainly affecting him as it would any red-blooded man in his situation. And when was the last time he jerked off? Kinda rude of Mr. Lawes to assume he didn’t have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend for that matter! I mean, this is the 21st century. But it had been a while since he’d ‘taken care of himself’, especially since he seemed to be dealing with what his doctor called, “delayed ejaculation.” It was quite frustrating actually. Being so horny all the time but not being able to come. Thankfully, Dr. Mance’s therapy seemed to be working.
“So,” Henry said, ignoring the question, “You said you brought me here for another reason? Something insurance related?”
“Ah!,” said Mr. Lawes excitedly, “a man who excels at changing the topic! I like that! And yes! I suppose this is an “insurance-related” matter, and one that I think you are uniquely qualified to handle! I know you think you’re a middling adjuster, Calf, but I’ve read your reports! You’ve got the hungry eye of a seasoned investigator! You don’t put up with fraud and you can sniff out charlatans like nobody’s business! In fact! I’m gonna double your salary! No! Triple it! Plus, if this investigation bears fruit, there will be a big bonus to boot! Yes! That seems fitting! A big bonus for your big boner!” Lawes laughed lewdly.
Henry had a mix of embarrassment and pride. But he couldn’t help but smile. False modesty aside, he was good at his job. Just not great about tooting his own horn about it. Nice to be seen and recognized. In his mind he was already imagining the car he’d been thinking about buying.
“That’s very kind of you to say so sir.” He said, feeling a bit more forgiving about Lawes’ eccentric behavior. I mean, he’s a genius billionaire. He’s allowed to be peculiar. Henry often said that genius often comes with an unwanted side of crazy.
“So what am I investigating?” he asked, again trying to steer the conversation back to business.
“Well!” Lawes said,”Let me back up a bit and give you a taste of the big picture first to see where I’m coming from. Just allow me some leeway on this and it’ll all make sense, I promise. Take a look at the big board over here.”
Lawes gestured to the giant screen mounted on the wall across the room. It had to be at least 20 feet high. Henry noticed it when he sat down but did not give it much thought. It was just a bunch of line graphs moving slowly across the screen. He assumed it was a stock ticker or something similar that a billionaire would want to look at all the time. He’d stopped looking at it when Miss Tittyknockers’s enormous breasts took their place on the table. She was still sleeping away, quite contently.
“Henry,” he said, “What we are looking at is a real time line graph of my wealth and a few of the other wealthy players.”
He clicked a few times on the remote and the graph zoomed out, showing a longer timeline. The lines angled up and down and crossed several times.
“As you can see,” he said with some disdain,”I ain’t number one right now. I mean I’m up there, but those other fellas, well, they’ve had some good luck. Hell, that bastard even went into 4 comma territory for a moment when his company went IPO. I mean, we all knew it was over-valued dogshit, but for a brief moment, the illusion held and he could claim to be the world’s first trillionaire. Arrogant asshole. He musta called me five times that night to rub it in.”
“What’s that line at the bottom? That person does not appear to be improving at all.” asked Henry.
“Good observation!” Lawes exclaimed. “That’s you!”
Henry was confused.
“Well I mean, not you specifically!” Lawes continued. “It’s all of you! The rest of humanity combined! It’s pathetic really! I mean, humanity allowing itself to get ass-raped by a handful of greedy sociopathic billionaires! It boggles the mind!”
“No offense sir,” Henry said trying to show some bravery, “but aren’t you in that group?”
“Indeed I am Henry!” Lawes said gleefully, “Indeed I am! I mean, I harbor no illusions about what makes me happy! It’s this graph! I could look at it all day! I look at that number... and I think about how I can make it higher... or make those other jerks’ numbers go lower, either way, I don’t care! And I don’t care how I do it either, or who gets hurt in the process! It is the only thing that gets me hard, and that’s a mighty important thing, dontcha think, Henry?”
Lawes stopped Henry from answering.
“You don’t have to respond, Henry,” he said. “I’m sure you’re plenty hard right now sitting across from these lovely beauties, daydreaming what it would be like to titty fuck her, well don’t you worry! I’m sure by weekend’s end, you’ll get your chance! Hell, you’ll probably get your chance this very evening! You enjoy titty fucking, Henry?”
“It has its appeal,” he said, trying to sound understated. The truth of the matter was that he thought about titty fucking quite a bit. It would come up quite often in his fantasies, especially with one woman whose tits he got to see quite often; though she would be mortified if she ever learned how often those tits came up in his fantasies.
“So where was I?” Lawes asked to no one, “Right, sociopathic billionaires! Honestly, humanity’s biggest threat if we’re being honest. I mean we slurp up wealth and hoard it for ourselves! Who does that benefit? There’s no trickle down! The only trickle down is my piss on everyone else! I mean look at health care in this country! Every other civilized country on this planet has figured out how to make health care affordable and good, except this one, because of billionaires like me who keep insane health insurance policies in place! It’s why we spend billions to keep politicians, on both sides of the aisle, complacent with the status quo.”
Lawes got quiet for a second and the glee drained from his face. He looked over at the guillotine.
“Which leads me to my next point,” he said seriously. “Once upon a time, there was a health insurance company with an insane denial rate. Like 1 out of 3. They used AI to just flatly deny near everything. They make billions. But then, one day, this fella who’d had an unpleasant experience with this company went and killed the CEO. Shot him dead in the street. Whoa.”
Lawes got up and began to pace the room.
“And here’s the really strange aftermath of that. I mean, not really strange. Expected really. But damn did we keep this under wraps.”
He turned and looked at the guillotine.
“After the killing, all the denial rates of the insurance companies went down. Way down.” He turned and looked at Henry. “And that’s when I knew that eventually the masses were going to figure out the same calculus that we, the billionaire class, know is coming.”
“You’re saying eventually they will come for the billionaires?” Henry asked.
“Yes!” Lawes pointed his finger straight at Henry. “Exactly that! Are you familiar with trolly problem?”
“Sure,” Henry said. “There is a trolly headed down tracks. If it continues on its course it will run over several people on the track. But if you pull a lever and switch the trolly to another track, it will only run over one person.”
“Yes!” Lawes exclaimed. “This fella Luigi... he pulled that lever and had that trolly run over a single fella, and in doing so, probably saved the lives of thousands of others! When the hoi polloi figure this out, people like me, people on that graph... well we are fucked.”
Lawes stared at the guillotine and took a long draw on his whiskey.
“Which is why,” he said in all seriousness, “we’re building these insane bunkers. To insulate ourselves from the coming revolution. So that it won’t be our turn having our heads roll into baskets in front of cheering throngs.”
Lawes walked back to the table and sat down.
“Which brings me to the bunker problem.’ he said.
“The bunker problem?” asked Henry.
“The bunker problem.” said Lawes as he took another long draw from his glass. “The bunker problem is this: how do I, your average billionaire, assure the loyalty of the men I’ve hired to protect and care for me? Right now, that answer is money, which I have in spades. But in a post-civiliization world, that money is worthless. Food, water, shelter, taking care of your loved ones, or taking care of yourself is all that matters. There’s no reason these men” Lawes gestured to Miss Tittyknockers,” and women would be loyal to you. They’d feed you to the wolves first opportunity. And remember, I hire mercenaries, and the good ones lean pretty hard into psychotic and sociopathic scales as it is. So what’s the solution? That’s the billion dollar question that every billionaire worth his salt is wrestling with.”
Lawes sat back, to let this sink in.
“Well,” he said, “I’m working on a solution, and you my friend, actually both of you have, have unknowingly been a part of it.”
Lawes delicately ran a finger up Miss Tittyknockers’s arm.
“Up up up Miss Tittyknockers,” he said softly. “Time to wake up. There’s a special guest here who wants to see you.”
Lawes tapped his intercom device again.
“Dr. Mance, could you step in please?”
Dr. Mance? Henry’s eyes went wide in confusion. That was the name of his doctor! What was happening here? How was she connected to all this?
Before he could make sense of this, he saw her walking towards them. She was dressed in her usual doctor’s coat with the unconventional knee high shiny black boots.
“Hello my darling patients!” she said warmly with a big smile. “It’s so lovely to see you both.”
Henry and Miss Tittyknockers both stood up simultaneously. Henry was shocked to see that Miss Tittyknockers’s immediate reaction to seeing Dr. Mance was to snake her hand into her bikini bottoms and start stroking herself.
“Miss Tittyknockers!” he hissed at her. “What are you doing?”
“Same thing as you sport!” laughed Mr. Lawes. “And I have to say, that cock is even more impressive in person!”
It was just then that Henry realized that he had lowered his pants and was masturbating furiously while looking at Dr. Mance.
“What?!” he exclaimed! “What is going on!? Why am I doing this? Why can’t I stop!?”
Dr. Mance smiled. Pleased to see them both responding so well.
“You’re doing exactly what you’ve been conditioned to do Henry. And you too Brenda. You’re both such needy little subs, and you both know that I’m the only one who can allow you to come.” she said with a touch of satisfaction. “Isn’t that right Brenda?”
“Yes Dr. Mance,” she said with labored breaths.
“And isn’t that right, Henry?”
“Yes Dr. Mance,” he said, almost reluctantly. “I can only come for you.”
“Very good.” Dr. Mance said. “Now let’s stop touching ourselves for just a moment and get undressed. As always, It feels perfectly natural to get undressed for me. You’ve done it so many times that it just comes naturally to remove those clothes, sit back down, and go deeper, and deeper into trance for me, eyes wide open, but listening to the sound of my voice, focusing on my words, and ready to receive your instructions.
Brenda and Henry did as Dr. Mance commanded. Brenda untied her bikini top revealing everything. Truly, it was amazing the way they defied gravity. She untied her bikini and let it drop to the floor. Henry noticed she was cleanly shaved. Henry’s disrobing was a bit more ungraceful. Shoes to be untied and removed. Pants dropped and cast aside. Finally he was free of all encumbrance. It was odd having his stiff penis out in front of all these people. It looked even more impressive since he had impulsively shaved all this pubic hair recently. He wondered if Mr. Lawes was jealous of his endowment. He noticed Brenda staring at intensely before he sat down and it dropped from view. As he sat, he felt a wave of relaxation and calmness come over him. Brenda looked equally calm and docile.
“That’s lovely,” said Dr. Mance. “You’re both doing so lovely, being so obedient for me, because you know that when you obey, you will be rewarded, But only if you obey. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes Dr. Mance.” Breanda and Henry responded in unison.
“Thank you Dr. Mance!” said Lawes. “It is always impressive to observe your handiwork! Now then! Let’s talk about mind control!”
Lawes gestured to Henry and addressed Dr. Mance. “How much is he gonna understand me right now?”
“Oh he’ll understand you perfectly.” she responded. “He is absolutely capable of having a perfectly normal conversation. We’ve done so many times while he’s been in a deep hypnotic trance as he is now. If he wasn’t naked and erect you wouldn’t even know he was in trance.”
“Is he aware that he’s been hypnotized?” Lawes asked.
“He is now.” Dr. Mance responded. “Of course I always make him forget after our sessions, but when we are together like this, I enjoy seeing being made aware of his situation. His absolute capitulation to my will and my suggestions. As much as I would like to say my interest in Henry and his progression is strictly professional, I would be lying if I said I didn’t take personal pleasure in his helplessness and his absolute obedience to me. Plus, I mean, look at that cock! It’s like a can of Coke! Sometime a girl’s just gotta indulge herself.”
“You’ll hear no objections from me!” gawfaed Lawes. “I certainly am known to have one or two picadillos myself! So! Mind control!” Lawes turned towards Henry. “As I’m sure you have surmised, both you and Miss Tittyknockers have been subjected to some pretty intense hypnotic conditioning! There’s a drug that was pulled from the market; actually it never made it to market after its effects were fully revealed in human testing. That drug, Hypnotol, was administered to both of you, though unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, with poor Miss Tittyknockers here, at a dosage that has induced this permanent bimbo-state.”
“But I like being a bimbo!” Miss Tittyknockers spoke up. “Thinking is hard and it makes me sad! Plus I can make people happy when I rub my titties!” Miss Tittyknockers began rubbing her titties, to Henry’s great interest. He began stroking himself under the table.
Lawes was annoyed he didn’t have Henry’s complete attention.
“Doctor can you do something about this distraction?” he asked.
Dr. Mance sat down next to Miss Tittyknockers and began gently stroking her forehead down to the bridge of her nose while putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Deep sleep now, Brenda. Falling deeper and deeper asleep and responding only to me when you feel me touching you like this...that’s it...”
Brenda stopped stroking herself as her head drooped forward until it was resting on her breasts. Her eyes clothed and quickly she dropped off into an irresistible sleep.
“Henry,” Dr. Mance said, “Stop masturbating. You may only masturbate when I give you permission. Do you understand?”
Henry looked dejected and he reluctantly stopped masturbating.
“Yes Dr. Mance,” he said with some resignation.
“Now then!” said Lawes, “You Henry, were given a much lower dose; just the right dosage to make you highly susceptible to hypnosis, but still you were able to function normally, well relatively normally, outside of your trance state. Here, take a look.”
Lawes pressed a button on his remote and a group of folders appeared on the big screen opposite Henry. There were dozens of names on each of them. Lawes opened the folder labelled: ‘Calf, Henry’. Inside were dozens of video files. Henry’s eyes went wide with horror. He had a terrible feeling he knew what would be on those files. Lawes selected the first one.
A high resolution video came up. Surveillance footage from his doctor’s office. Henry was sitting there on the examination table in a paper gown waiting for the doctor.
“This seems like a pretty flagrant HIPPA violation, Mr. Lawes” Henry said in earnest.
“What?!” Lawes exclaimed. “I would never violate a hippo!” He laughed mightily at his own stupid joke and seemed disappointed that no one else found it funny.
“Yeah, well privacy is dead, boy, get used to it.” he went on. “One of the benefits of owning the health care system my employees use is getting to see what’s really going on under the hood. The medical stuff is usually pretty meh, but therapy sessions, well they can get pretty juicy. And of course, I get to see how the good work of Dr. Mance here is progressing.
On screen Dr. Mance stepped into the room. Henry felt his heart sink. He remembered this appointment very well. He looked over at Dr. Mance who had a mischievous grin on her face. She winked at him slyly.
“Watch what happens next.” Lawes said as he adjusted the volume up.