Once again, Jenna dreamed.
She was with the same mystery man from the last dream. She couldn’t see his face, but that didn’t stop her from enthusiastically making out with him. She pushed herself up and down his body, making sure to apply friction to the right areas.
She stripped off her own clothes seductively, although in the dream logic she wasn’t quite sure what those were.
“Please take me sir,” she said, doing her best to tempt him. “Please stick it inside me, I need it so bad.” He was happy to comply with her request. He slid in and started thrusting rapidly. It felt nice, but that wasn’t what she was really here for. Nothing could match what she was after. She matched his strokes and squeezed her legs together more tightly.
He didn’t take long, and came inside her. She drew as much out of him as she could. Yes, come on. She looked up at him and smiled as sweetly as she could. Come on, come on, say the words. Say the words. Say the words say the words say the words say...
When the alarm sounded, she was more simultaneously wet and frustrated than she could ever remember. She couldn’t afford to stay in bed and see to that – today was literally the difference between freedom and slavery for everyone in her office. Still, after this whole situation was dealt with, she might see if she could find somebody to fool around with again. The whole dominance/submission thing hadn’t done much for her in the past, but now just the thought of somebody saying those wonderful words… she bit her lip and struggled to pull her hands away from her crotch. Focus, focus, focus. Shit.
Sophie pulled up right on time. She drove a small hatchback and had kept it in great condition. Jenna darted across the street through the cold and entered.
“Thank you so much for actually showing up, I know how crazy this all sounds,” she said.
“I mean no offence, Jenna, but for all of our sakes I hope that you’re crazy,” she said. “Hop in.”
Sophie looked really pretty today, Jenna noted. Despite the extremely early rise she’d taken the time to do her makeup properly, and had chosen an extremely flattering top and a very short dress. Impractical considering the weather, but sexy. Once again, she wasn’t entirely sure if this was strictly dress code, but fuck the dress code, there were more important things to worry about. Sophie was a pretty girl trying to look her best. She smelled great, too.
“Did you bring the um, the...”
“Yeah it’s in the back. Unloaded, as we agreed,” she replied. Jenna was relieved.
They were early enough to get a parking spot right in front of the building, but to be safe they chose one around the corner and down the street a little. It wasn’t Jenna’s car, so it’s presence may not tip anybody off, but it was better to be safe than sorry. The building was, as predicted, unoccupied. So far so good. Her swipe card access got her into the second floor, and they reached the secondary supply room without incident. She thought back to yesterday’s intrusion in here, but felt confident that even if somebody walked in on them, she could deal with them one way or another. She gripped the weapon tightly. Now, it was time to wait.
“Oh my god, it’s true,” said Sophie, staring into a room of sleeping women, all moving their mouths silently in sync with whatever it was being fed in through the headphones. Sophie looked completely mortified. “Ok, ok, fuck. Um, what do we do now again?”
“Now we have to put a stop to it,” replied Jenna, opening her jacket and indicating towards the target pistol she’d hidden in there. “Everyone should be in by now, it’s time to move.”
Sophie was exceptionally nervous, and asked if they could stop in at the bathroom before they tried to storm the castle. She didn’t see why not. A few minutes later, they were marching towards the elevator. Jenna held her head high, beaming with a newfound confidence that she never knew she had.
Mister Grey’s office was on level three. The doors opened and Sue, his administrative assistant, looked shocked to see Jenna.
“Jenna! People have been looking all over for you, are you alright?”
“I’m fine Sue. Sit down and don’t make any noise until further instructed.”
Sue did as she was told. It occurred to Jenna that even though Sophie hadn’t been affected by whatever sinister process her employers were using, as a pretty girl she was still a major liability. She would just do as she was told, and given the choice between Mister Grey and Jenna, she didn’t know whose instructions she would follow. It wasn’t a risk she could take.
“Sophie, I want you to guard the entrance, ok? Don’t let anybody come in and if they force their way in… try to stall them.”
“Yeah ok, I can do that,” she replied. She still looked nervous, although evidently relieved to be avoiding the imminent confrontation.
Jenna walked up to the office door and took a deep breath. Now or never. She slammed the door to the office open, gun in the other hand ready for action.
“Sit down, motherfucker,” she announced with an energy that completely took her by surprise. Mister Grey, ugly old Mister Grey, was in fact already seated. It was Nathan that was standing, although he quickly took a seat. They both stared like deer caught in the headlights.
“Jenna, what are you doing?” said Nathan after a moment.
“I know what you’ve been up to. All of you. I’ve seen what it’s doing to the women around here.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” said Mister Grey. “Calm down and lower that weapon before you hurt somebody. I order you to drop that weapon right now, Jemma. You will do as you’re told.”
“Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Then you could cart me off and try to do whatever the fuck that is to my brain. Well too bad for you, bastard, it doesn’t work on me anyway. And my name is Jenna, not Jemma.”
Nathan scanned the entrance.
“You’re going to explain to me exactly what’s been going on, and then you’re going to undo it. Then, you’re going to give me permission to leave during business hours and I’m never going come back.”
The two men looked very, very confused.
“You want our permission to leave?” said Nathan, gobsmacked. “And once you get it, you’re not going to tell anybody, or go to the police, or anything?”
“You should never speak about what happens at work to outsiders, and I must not leave work during work hours without permission” she replied instantly. “But don’t you worry your stupid little heads about that, because you’re going to give me that permission just as soon as you undo your… your brainwashing or whatever it is to all these other women in the office.” Jenna smiled broadly. “I guess you didn’t count on somebody like me, did you?”
The two men continued to stare in disbelief. Then, Mister Grey started laughing. And then laughed louder.
“What’s so funny, sir,” she intoned sarcastically.
“I know we don’t hire for the brains around here, but even by my very low standards, I would say that you may be the stupidest person on the entire staff. Sophie, grab her please.”
“Wait what-” suddenly, Sophie grabbed her from behind and started trying to restrain her. She hadn’t heard her creep into the room. The gun fell out of her hand. Nathan almost jumped trying to get away from the falling weapon.
“Don’t worry Nathan, it’s not loaded. You help out Sophie there please.” Nathan took a moment to process, then stood up and grabbed Jenna’s arm while she was struggling to get away from Sophie. Sophie what the fuck are you doing? She couldn’t move anymore. Sophie had one side and Nathan had the other. Nathan clasped a firm hand across her mouth. Sophie looked positively joyous to have done this. She had pleased her superior, and she knew that she would be rewarded for it.
“Stop struggling Jemma, it really is pointless,” said Mister Grey.
“You should really do as you’re told, Jenna,” said Sophie’s sultry voice from behind her. “It feels so good. You’ll see.” Jenna struggled even harder in response, but he was correct – it was futile. Mister Grey hit the buzzer on his desk.
“Sue, could you please tell Mark it’s safe to come on in here now. It’s not nearly as bad as we feared.”
“At once sir.”
They dragged Jenna down to a secure room on the first floor. It was one she’d never seen before, in the restricted area. It seemed to be soundproofed, but she’d raised hell on the way down. Nobody seemed to care. All the men seemed to be in on it, and all the pretty girls were all too busy doing what they were told. Now, she was tied down to a metal chair, arms strapped on, headphones wrapped around her head, and a swivel screen rested in front of her. Nothing was playing on any of it yet, but she knew it was just a matter of time. Her stomach had tied itself into a knot. She felt almost physically ill.
How did they know the gun was unloaded? Did Sophie warn Mister Grey in advance?
She was going to continue beating herself up, but her train of thought was interrupted by someone coming into the room again. It was Mark, the man who’d propositioned her on Monday. He looked a lot more confident than last time she’d seen him. He had piercing brown eyes and scruffy hair – it was clear he didn’t take care of himself. Not like the pretty girls, that’s for sure.
“How did you get to Sophie?” she asked, the betrayal still stinging.
“We got to Sophie first, before everyone else, Jenna. She was the first test subject. She’s wasn’t ‘on leave’, she was at Central, and only just got back in when you contacted her. You reaching out to her saved my arse, actually. She contacted Mister Grey shortly afterwards and briefed him. I expect she’s upstairs being rewarded for her services now. I don’t think I’ve ever seen somebody look that happy before, Jenna.” Jenna felt rage bubbling up and surpassing the feelings of betrayal and fear.
“You sound a lot more brave now that I’m tied to a chair, you little fucking worm,” she said. He ignored her and carried on.
“At first, I thought that maybe something had gone wrong,” he said. “I thought that maybe your computer hadn’t been updated correctly. I looked into it after you were gone and confirmed it was all there and operating as expected.”
“Your shit doesn’t work on me, I already told you people.”
“That was my next suspicion, Jenna. That problem was in the chair, not in the computer. But no, you’re not correct about that.”
“Oh yeah? Then how do you explain why I’m not already upstairs cooing at some gross old man to fuck me?”
“Tell me Jenna, What do pretty girls do when they’re told to do something?”
“Pretty girls do as they’re told,” she replied without thinking.
“Nah yeah, see, that’s working just fine.”
“I don’t see how that proves anything. That’s just common knowledge,” she replied. He let out a laugh.
“Oh Jenna. I am going to enjoy this. See, I think I now know what the core of the issue is. We’ve got confirmation that all of the suggestions you received on the first few days of operation did work. You stopped listening before the second wave suggestions were pushed out, but even so, that should have been plenty. The thing is, you’re just not doing as you are told. But I think I’ve figured it out.” Jenna rolled her eyes.
“And what’s your genius idea?”
“You have a self image problem. Frankly, the wording on these suggestions were extremely sloppy, and I’m going to recommend that they be revised before the next deployment.”
“What do you mean?” she said. But she knew, deep down. It wasn’t the first time somebody had told her she had too low of an opinion of herself.
“I think that you don’t believe you’re a pretty girl. If you don’t believe you’re a pretty girl, then why should you do as you’re told, or look your best after all? But now, with a little help from my friends here,” he said, slapping the side of the monitor, “I’m going to convince you that you are. And I’m going to let you remember this one, because frankly, I think it’s a lot more fun that way. No need to be subtle, so I’m going to crank this baby up to 11.”
She started screaming as he pushed the monitor into position in front of her face and hit a button on the keyboard behind it. She shut her eyes as forcefully as her muscles would allow. A hissing static started playing across the headset. The sound penetrated into her mind. It hurt. It was almost unbearable, and it became extremely hard to keep a coherent thought together in her mind. It became hard to keep a single thought straight in her mind. Her screaming died down as the volume increased. She just couldn’t focus.
“Open your eyes, Jenna. Look at the screen,” he said. She could barely hear him over the static, but she found the idea just so hard to resist. She slowly released the tension in her eyelids and allowed them to softly open.
The screen was so beautiful. Swirling patterns drew her gaze right to the centre, but she could never quite reach it. Her eyes kept shifting around in a tiny spot near the middle, forever trying to lock on to something that wasn’t there. He hit the keyboard again and the intensity of the buzzing increased.
“Jenna, I need you to let go of all the stress in your body. You’re so tense right now,” he said, as he ran his hands across her shoulders. “Just relax.” That sounded like such a wonderful idea. She should just relax. “You can feel all of your concerns drifting away. There’s no need to worry about anything anymore, Jenna. You’re safe here. We’re going to take care of everything for you. Take a deep breath in for me. Good. And as you let it go, you’ll feel even more relaxed and calm.” It was true. When she let that breath out she felt so good. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so calm and relaxed.
It went on like that for a few more minutes. Jenna was completely checked out. She was calm, content, and ready to listen to whatever anybody had to say to her. She didn’t even notice the thin trail of drool leaking out of her mouth.
“Jenna,” he continued, “I need you to think about yourself now, is that ok?” She nodded subtly. It was so much effort to make any movements. “Good. Imagine you’re standing in the bathroom. You’re looking at yourself in the mirror. What do you think when you see yourself in the mirror?”
“I see… I’m old. I’m getting older every day.”
“How old are you, Jenna?”
“I’m 29. Nearly 30,” she replied. Mark was only partially successful in suppressing a laugh.
“That’s not old, Jenna.” She didn’t reply. “What else do you see?”
“I’m not as thin as I used to be. It’s so hard to keep fit, so a lot of the time I don’t bother trying.”
“I don’t like my face. It’s so ugly. My nose is too big. People used to tease me about it in high school. All the time.”
“Just like last time, Jenna, I’m going to say things to you. And when I say ‘Repeat’, you’ll repeat the phrase back to me. Do you remember this from last time, Jenna?”
“But will you do it anyway?”
“Jenna, do you trust me?”
“I… no. I don’t trust you.” she replied.
“You trust me. Repeat.”
She repeated the phrase to him. And then again. And then again. And then again. Eventually, the words started to seem almost plausible. Why would she trust this man who she knew was trying to brainwash her? And yet, increasingly, she found that she almost did.
“I trust you. I trust you. I trust you. I trust you”.
She trusted him. Almost completely. If she were to compile a list of the most trustworthy people she knew in the entire world, Mark would now easily be in the top 3.
“You value my opinion. It’s worth more than everybody else. Don’t you?”
“You value my opinion because it’s worth more than everybody else’s. Repeat.”
She repeated it back to him. Then again. Then again. This, too, started taking root inside her mind. His opinion was a lot more valuable than anyone else’s.
“When I look at you, Jenna, what I see is a pretty girl. Do you understand what that means, Jenna?”
“You do trust me and value my opinion, don’t you?”
“I trust you. Your opinion is worth more than everybody else’s.”
“That’s right, Jenna. So if I think you’re pretty, you’d trust that opinion, wouldn’t you.”
“Yes, I would.”
“You’re pretty, Jenna.”
“You’re very pretty. Repeat.”
“I’m very pretty. I’m very pretty. I’m very pretty. I’m very pretty. I’m very pretty. I’m very pretty. I’m very pretty. I’m very pretty...”
“Good, Jenna. Now tell me, what do pretty girls do when they’re told to do something?”
“Pretty girls do as they’re told.”
“Yes, that’s very good. And are you a pretty girl?”
“I’m very pretty.”
“So if I told you to do something, what would you do?”
“I would do as I’m told.”
Mark let out a joyous yelp, completely breaking character with his confident hypnotist routine. He quickly composed himself again.
“That’s excellent, Jenna.” He turned the screen off and pushed it away. He ran around and typed furiously on the keyboard. The headphones died down.
“Now Jenna,” he said, “I’m going to tell you to do some things, and you’re going to do them.”
“Pretty girls do as they’re told,” she replied.
“And why is it that pretty girls do as they’re told?”
“Pretty girls feel so good when they do as they’re told.”
“That’s so good, Jenna. That’s really excellent. Now stand up, and take the headphones off, we’ll finish this off later. You’re going to remain in this calm, blissful state that you're in now. Can you do that for me?”
“Good. Call me sir when you respond to my instructions, Jenna.”
Jenna felt like she was back in her dreams again. But it felt better than the dreams. Oh so much better. He commanded her to make out with him, and she did. She had never been so happy to comply. He commanded her to undress him, and although it took a lot longer than in her dreams, she still got there in the end. He commanded her to pleasure him, and she was so, so eager to please. She did what she was told.
“Like this, sir?” she said, stroking and teasing his cock gently with her hand and lips.
“Mmmm,” he said, letting out a sigh. “Keep going.”
She had a fair degree of experience, and she’d never found it particularly difficult to please men. Mark was loving every second of it.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked.
“Well then we better not risk anything. Make me come with your mouth. No hands.”
She had never done that before, but he had told her to do it, and she would do as she was told, just like any other pretty girl. She put her hands down onto the ground for stability and redoubled her oral efforts. She licked it, and took it down her throat as best she could. Her neck was sore from the rhythm, but she was determined to do as she was told and make him come. It took her another few minutes, but eventually she felt the spasms inside her mouth, and he shot his come across her tongue.
“Swallow,” he said. She did as she was told.
Please say the words, she thought to herself. Please...
“Good girl,” he said. She rocked back, writhing with pleasure. It was everything she’d remembered, and more. It wasn’t just something she heard through a wall. It was directed at her. She had been a Good Girl for him. Her muscles were locked up, her pussy spasmed, her eyes rolled back in her head. She couldn’t move for the next thirty seconds. The thought of being a Good Girl for him was beyond compare. He reached down and kissed her on the head.
“Maybe they’ll let me keep you,” he said.
Jenna was on cloud nine. The absolute rush of bliss slowly subsided, but Jenna was so happy that he’d chosen her to please him. She hoped she could be his Good Girl forever.